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

Gao Youqian's old face twitched twice, and he forced out an even more cloying smile.

This person is flexible and adaptable, and has a very sharp mind.

In Qingyang, if you don't have a son, you're considered childless and people will gossip about you behind your back.

He was an old bachelor who married Yan Fangfang, and they had two daughters.

Yan Fangfang's mother had been making a fuss for a while, wanting her to go back to her parents' home and bring back rice and noodles to eat, and not to eat a single grain of rice from her husband's family.

Yan Fangfang is young and in good health. As long as she hasn't gone through menopause, she can always give him a son.

For his son, and to make money by associating with the Song family.

Even if he were to kneel down and kowtow right now, he would do it, let alone be insulted by his third aunt.

"Third Aunt is joking. I'm a bit old, but I love Fangfang very much."

Gao Youqian bent down and picked up Er Yatou, who was playing in the mud on the ground. He kissed her still-snotty face, saying, "You're older now, unlike those little brats who only know how to have fun. Er Ya, let's go find Mommy!"

Watching Gao Youqian carry the child into the kitchen, his slightly hunched back made Song Xianglan's stomach churn again.

Fifteen-year-old Yan Fangfang started dating forty-one-year-old Gao Youqian.

A fresh flower is stuck in fermented, aged manure.

In this world, a woman's life is like a seed in the ground; it depends on where it falls and whether she can live or not.

Even forty years from now.

When people across the country talk about the preference for sons over daughters, Qingyang is always the place that comes to mind.

For the first time, Song Xianglan felt somewhat powerless, a stifling feeling of wanting to curse but not being able to find the words stuck in her chest.

"unlucky."

She spat and walked towards the backyard with the basket.

Out of sight, out of mind.

As soon as I arrived at the vegetable garden in the backyard, I saw the ugly girl next door bending over and cutting green garlic on the other side of the fence.

They saw Song Xianglan coming over.

She casually plucked a handful of green garlic and tossed it, mud and all, over the fence.

"Lanlan, here you go. My green garlic is growing like crazy. Take it back and stir-fry it with meat, or make oyster omelets."

Song Xianglan bent down, picked it up, and shook off the mud: "Okay, it's perfect timing since we're making mutton stew today. Add more garlic leaves to mask the gamey smell."

"Hey, let me pick you a few more tomatoes. The sun has been shining these past few days, and they're all ripe and juicy."

The ugly woman turned around and went to pick tomatoes from the trellis, chatting and laughing as she did so.

"Someone introduced Xiaofang to a guy, and I thought since you're so knowledgeable, could you go and check him out tomorrow?"

Song Xianglan paused in her movements.

"Is it appropriate for me to go? You guys take a look first, and I'll go check it out later?"

"Hey. What's wrong with it? You have a good eye." Liu Chou-nv handed over a few bright red tomatoes. "The man is quite well-off; he works in the security department of the county's food factory."

Song Xianglan frowned.

"A food factory? Lin Fang's older brother and sister-in-law, aren't they also at that factory?"

"I'm worried about this too."

Liu Chounv sighed and wiped her hands on her apron.

"I also felt it was inappropriate at first, but that man was really kind-hearted. Xiaofang is easily looked down upon in the county because she is a self-employed person. Once, she encountered a drunkard who was acting like a hooligan, and it was that man who stopped him."

Later, he frequently came to buy things, and after a while, he asked a matchmaker to visit him.

Xiaofang isn't young anymore; she can't stay unmarried forever. Her ex-husband thought she couldn't let go and even tried to use the child to lure her back to him.

Finding another man to support the family would be different.

Song Xianglan put the tomatoes into the basket and pondered for a moment.

"Alright, since they've already asked the matchmaker to come to our door, I'll go to Lin Man's house tomorrow and see if that man's eyesight isn't just for show. We can turn him down on the spot."

"I'm relieved to have you go." Liu Chounu cheerfully handed over a basket of tomatoes.

Song Xianglan returned to the front yard carrying a basket full of things.

I went to the well and drew a bucket of water.

The tomatoes were bright red, and they looked even more vibrant after being soaked in water.

Song Xianglan washed it clean, took a bite, and the sweet and sour juice burst in her mouth instantly.

No pesticides used, all-natural.

She carried the basin into the east room.

Shen Huijun was leaning against the headboard reading a book, but her mouth always tasted bland, and everything she ate tasted like wax.

"Huijun, try this tomato. It was just picked from Chounu's house; it's juicy and sandy."

Shen Huijun put down her book, picked up a piece, and bit into it.

The sweet and sour smell instantly relaxed her eyebrows.

"Mom, this is delicious. It's sweet and sour, even more appetizing than apples. I feel like I could eat this whole basket in a day."

"I'm glad you like it. I'll talk to the people on the estate and ask them to save some tomatoes for everyone whose tomatoes are ripe." Song Xianglan was happy to see her daughter-in-law eating so well.

Shen Huijun was a little embarrassed and hugged Song Xianglan's waist affectionately.

"Mom, will I become the village's gluttonous wife? She'll eat all the tomatoes in the village before she even gives birth."

"What's so gluttonous about eating a few tomatoes? It's not like you're eating dragon liver and phoenix marrow every day."

Song Xianglan touched her hair. "I remembered there were two catties of bird's nest in the cabinet. I found it when I opened the blind box cabinet last year. I wanted to sell it, but no one bought it when I took it to the north."

That stuff nourishes yin and lungs, and it's good for children too. I'll brew two cups and stew them for you."

Shen Huijun quickly waved her hand.

"That stuff is so expensive, it's better to keep it and sell it for money. I'll just eat tomatoes."

"The money we earn is for us to live a good life." Song Xianglan's face hardened, but she wasn't really angry. "Just eat your food in peace. If you're healthy, childbirth will be less painful. This is my decision, no discussion."

Done.

She rushed to her room and rummaged through everything.

Find the bag of bird's nest, pick out two pieces and put them in a bowl to soak.

Until noon.

Two tables were pushed together, and the room was packed with people.

Da Bao and Er Bao were so hungry that their stomachs were practically sticking to their backs, and they were wielding their chopsticks with incredible speed.

After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth, grabbed Da Ya, and ran outside, saying he wanted to go to the river to set off firecrackers.

Er Ya is too young.

He's still not very good at walking.

She could only sit on Yan Fangfang's lap.

He was scooping out chicken liver with a spoon and mixing it with rice, getting rice grains all over his face.

Gao Youqian sat right next to Yan Fangfang, his triangular eyes fixed on her bowl. He would pick up a piece of meat or some vegetables with his chopsticks, muttering, "Eat more, get fatter."

Nie Erhua peeled shrimp in her hand, glancing sideways at Gao Youqian's old face, her heart filled with hatred.

That old man is really disgusting.

If it weren't for that beast Yan Ergou, how could Fangfang have ended up in this state?

Nie Erhua secretly vowed that when the Qingming Festival was approaching, she would go to Yanjiazhuang to pre-order manure and poop on Yan Ergou's grave.

They called on all the children in Yanjiazhuang to go and defecate, specifically to make them have diarrhea, so that he wouldn't have peace even in the underworld.

Song Xianglan saw this but didn't say anything, focusing only on serving soup to Shen Huijun.

Everyone has to live their own life.

No matter how anxious outsiders are, it's no use unless Yan Fangfang stands up for herself.

Although Nie Erhua disliked Gao Youqian, she genuinely cared for Daya and Erya.

Two thick red paper wrappers were stuffed into the child's pocket.

Song Xianglan wasn't stingy either, giving each person two yuan as a New Year's gift.

Even Yan Shugen and Song Tingting.

They each bought one.

Gao Youqian grinned from ear to ear, the trip was worthwhile, he received quite a few red envelopes.

"Third Aunt, Mom, Uncle, Aunt, Aunt. I'll take Fangfang back now." Gao Youqian wiped the grease from his mouth and greeted them one by one.

Shen Huijun felt nauseous again.

Yan Fangfang hugged Er Ya and said goodbye to Nie Erhua with reluctance.

She held back the tears welling up in her eyes and followed behind Gao Youqian.

Gao Youqian went out of the yard and went to the roadside to get the snakeskin bag that was placed under the longan tree.

His expression changed instantly.

Those were bamboo rats he brought specially. Although Song Xianglan disliked them and didn't give them away, they could still fetch a good price at the market. He could take them back and stew them for a hearty meal.

The area under the tree was completely empty; not a single hair remained.

Where is my bamboo rat?

Gao Youqian's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and the wrinkles on his face instantly stretched out, revealing his fierce nature.

He circled around twice, then started cursing at the intersection:

"Which heartless bastard stole my bamboo rats? Anyone who ate them will surely die of a sudden illness, and their entire family will be wiped out!"

The sound was sharp and piercing, and it carried far.

Song Xianglan stood at the courtyard gate, "Gao Youqian, who are you cursing at in front of during the New Year?"

It's just a rat, why are you cursing the heavens and the earth like this?

You're so stingy, you'd lick your fingers even if you just picked your own asshole, but you'd be heartbroken if you lost a mouse.

"Maybe the bamboo rat thought you smelled too strong and tore open the bag itself to escape."

Gao Youqian was speechless, his face turning red with embarrassment.

He wanted to curse but didn't dare to lash out at Song Xianglan, so he could only spit on the ground, grit his teeth, get on his bicycle, pedal the chain until it creaked, and slunk away with his wife and children.