Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Shen Huijun frowned slightly, her voice filled with worry.

"The winter break is almost over, and Zhou Fang hasn't gone to see her yet. It's like they're both holding their breath, and neither of them is willing to back down first."

Song Xianglan frowned deeply upon hearing this.

In their past lives, these two wasted their entire lives. Zhou Fang took her child and went overseas, never to return. An Xi Yang searched for her several times, but never saw her again until her death.

There's no logic to feelings.

Just being patient won't do any good; you need to fight and compete.

I'm going to see Zhou Fang.

Song Xianglan went to Zhou Fang's house.

Before I even opened the door, I could hear Wang Zhihe's raspy voice yelling inside.

"Do you think she's lost her mind? She made a huge scene about wanting a divorce and belittled me to the point of being worthless."

She's only been divorced for a few days, and now she's asking me for a chance to remarry. She even said that if I take her back to her parents' house, she'll move back in with me tomorrow. Pshaw, I'm not a dumping ground for trash.

Song Xianglan pushed open the door and went in.

A strong smell of alcohol wafted over.

Three grown men were drinking together inside the room.

Wang Zhihe was holding a wine bottle, his face and neck were red, and he was obviously drunk.

Liu Yukun was eating peanuts on the side.

Zhou Fang held his chopsticks for a long time but couldn't pick up the peanuts.

Upon seeing Song Xianglan enter, the three of them, like schoolchildren who had done something wrong, quickly hid the wine bottles behind the table legs.

"What are you hiding?" Song Xianglan pulled up a stool and sat down, giving Wang Zhihe an annoyed look. "Who was talking about remarrying just now?"

"Godmother".

Wang Zhihe finally found an outlet for his pent-up grievances.

"Do you think Qiao Zhaodi is crazy? She came to Xiaoquan Brigade today to block me, acting all high and mighty as if remarrying me was some great favor."

I've figured it out now, and that's why I wanted to remarry. I can manage raising the child alone.

"At least your brain isn't completely broken."

Song Xianglan scoffed, "Get as far away from that troublemaker as possible. If you really remarry, you'll only be pushing yourself into a fire pit."

Wang Zhihe nodded vigorously, and, emboldened by the alcohol, said:

"Godmother is right, I want to make money right now. Um... Godmother, I want to go out and lay low for a while, so that the Qiao family won't come to block my door every day. It's so annoying."

"After the fifteenth, I plan to collect fish and shrimp to dry, and also transport some goods northwards. I'll also go north to collect some mountain products to resell. This work is tiring, are you up for it?"

Wang Zhihe also stopped drinking and agreed.

"I'll do anything as long as I can make money and stay away from Qiao Zhaodi."

Liu Yukun also came over, looking expectant.

"Godmother, count me in!"

"Alright, take them all." Song Xianglan nodded, then turned her gaze to Zhou Fang, who had remained silent, "And you?"

Zhou Fang's voice was somewhat low.

"Godmother, I want to focus my main energy on my studies this year and prepare to delve deeper into the field of architecture. Let me run errands for things in Qingyang."

"Okay, studying is important."

Song Xianglan said she wanted to have a private chat with Zhou Fang.

Seeing this, Wang Zhihe and Liu Yukun quickly grabbed the bottles of liquor and went outside.

The room fell silent instantly.

Zhou Fang got up and poured Song Xianglan a glass of water.

"Godmother, you want to ask about me and An Xiyang, right?" Zhou Fang didn't look up, staring at the steam rising from the water glass.

He recounted what happened in Haishi earlier.

That oppressive feeling was unbearable to listen to.

People these days overthink things and always like to make self-indulgent sacrifices.

Zhou Fang gave a wry smile: "I have nothing now, I can't compare to Fu Qingnian..."

Song Xianglan cursed, "If you have nothing, go earn it; if you're afraid she'll suffer, then go fight for it."

She's lost her way, surrounded by people pushing her astray, making it impossible for her to see what she truly wants.

Zhou Fang felt as if someone had struck a nerve.

"A love-struck mind is a man's best dowry, but only if you have both a mouth and legs."

Song Xianglan patted his shoulder hard, exasperated. "Sometimes a man has to be a little shameless. He should show weakness when he needs to, fight when he needs to, and snatch when he needs to."

"You're so quiet, who do you expect to crawl into your stomach and become a tapeworm?"

After finishing her sentence, Song Xianglan got up and left.

In these kinds of situations, just mentioning it is enough.

Zhou Fang sat on the veranda, cigarette butts scattered all over the ground at her feet.

A person who never smokes smoked half a pack of cigarettes.

It choked me so much that my eyes streamed down my face.

I don't know if it was from the smoke or from the fire burning inside me.

……

The first month of the lunar calendar is all about eating and drinking.

The Song family's nephews and nieces took turns visiting.

Yan Fangfang, Nie Erhua, Nie Xiaochuan, and Yan Shugen also came to Xiaoquan Brigade.

As soon as Yan Shugen met Song Xianglan, he told her about his family situation.

He looked annoyed when he mentioned Yan Lanlan.

Yan Lanlan eventually moved into the Nie family's old house.

It won't leave no matter who tries to get it to leave.

In the end, Nie Erhua had no choice but to ask Yan Shugen to send some rice over, saying that she would stop caring for him once he turned eighteen.

"It's fine to let her stay there." Song Xianglan ate some melon seeds, but she still felt that there was something going on with the girl. "Shugen, keep an eye on her. Who knows what kind of bad idea she's up to."

"Third Aunt, I'm going to Guangzhou with my master in a few days. I'll have my second brother from my third uncle's family keep an eye on things."

With a large family, Song Xianglan wasn't asked to cook.

Yan Fangfang, Song Tingting, and Nie Erhua were all busy in the kitchen when they pushed Song Xianglan out.

Song Xianglan was happy to have some peace and quiet.

Tell Nie Xiaochuan to call Chunxia over for dinner.

Nie Xiaochuan went to the door and opened it. As soon as the door opened, an old face with a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum was revealed.

Gao Youqian had sunken cheeks and two black spots the size of copper coins on his face. When he smiled, his flesh bulged together, but his eyes revealed a fierce look.

He also brought Da Ya and Er Ya with him.

"Uncle," Gao Youqian bowed and scraped, "Is Fangfang here? I thought Daya and Erya missed their mother, so I brought them over to see her."

Nie Xiaochuan frowned and stood blocking the doorway without moving.

"Why are you carrying a snakeskin bag?"

"Hehe, it's Chinese New Year, isn't it?" Gao Youqian picked up the bag in his hand and shook it. There were some live creatures thrashing around inside. "My second sister brought these bamboo rats from her husband's family home. She brought them here especially for my third aunt to try."

Nie Xiaochuan couldn't bring himself to slap someone who was smiling at him.

Step aside to let him in.

As soon as Gao Youqian entered the courtyard, his thieving eyes darted around. When he saw Song Xianglan with a beaming smile, he quickly approached her.

Song Xianglan was holding a small shovel, just about to go to the vegetable garden to get some spinach to stir-fry with pork liver.

Hearing footsteps, he turned around and asked, "Who is it?"

"Third Aunt," Gao Youqian called out affectionately, "I'm Fangfang's husband, Youqian. I've come especially to bring you some nice things."

As he spoke, he put the snakeskin bag on the ground.

She proudly untied the bag, saying, "This is a bamboo rat that my second sister specially got for you. The meat is very tender, so it's good for you to nourish your body."

Upon hearing the word "rat".

Song Xianglan's mind went blank.

The image of the hamster stuck in her throat in her past life, its furry touch, and the suffocating despair, instantly flooded her mind.

Her stomach churned.

His face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

There are indeed people in Qingyang who love to eat this stuff, like bamboo rats, pangolins, and snakes; the more they go, the more they love to eat it.

But Song Xianglan is not an option.

This is her Achilles' heel, and her nightmare.

"Take it."

Song Xianglan took a step back, raising the small shovel in her hand. "Stay away from me. What kind of thing is bringing me a rat?"

Gao Youqian was grabbing the chubby bamboo rat by the tail and trying to pull it out.

"Third Aunt, this isn't a rat, it's a bamboo rat. It grows up eating bamboo and is very clean..."

The bamboo rat was still squeaking and making noise.

Its pointed mouth darted around aimlessly.

Song Xianglan felt a tightness in her throat, as if that thing was about to burrow back down. She gagged twice and said, "Ugh... Get out. Not a single rat. If you dare to get it out, I'll chop you up with a shovel."

Gao Youqian's smile froze on his face, and his hand holding the bamboo rat trembled.

He thought to himself that Song Xianglan, a wild boar, couldn't possibly eat good food.

Seeing the murderous look in Song Xianglan's eyes, Gao Youqian didn't dare to act rashly. He quickly stuffed the bamboo rat back into the bag, tied the opening tightly, and slunk away.

It was thrown under the longan tree near the roadside by the courtyard wall.

I was thinking of bringing it up when I got home.

When he returned, he put on that fawning smile again, "Third Aunt, I'm just doing this out of filial piety..."

Song Xianglan caught her breath and looked at Gao Youqian's old face, finding it increasingly unpleasant.

This man is of a lower generation.

But with its wrinkled face and loose, sagging skin, it looked even bigger than me.

"I said Gao is rich."

Song Xianglan tossed the small shovel into the basket and bluntly complained, "With all those wrinkles on your face, your smile looks just like your asshole is blooming."

You keep calling me "Third Auntie," and even though I don't mind that you're making me feel old, I feel like you're cursing me.

"Tell me honestly, how old are you this year? You're not older than me, are you?"

Gao Youqian's smile instantly vanished.

His old face turned a deep liver color, and he swallowed his anger, which was on the verge of rising.

"Third Aunt, I'm only forty-five years old. I'm quite a few years younger than you."

Song Xianglan wants to dig Yan Ergou out of his grave and whip his corpse again; that's utterly despicable.

Yan Fangfang is only nineteen years old this year, and twenty years old in the traditional Chinese age reckoning.

"You old bastard who preys on young girls. How could you do this to Fangfang? You despicable scoundrel!" Song Xianglan couldn't help but curse him out, especially when she saw the fierce look in his eyes, she knew he had a tendency to abuse women.