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

After Gao Youqian and the others left, Nie Erhua and Yan Shugen prepared to return to Nie Family Village.

Nie Xiaochuan slung the somewhat worn military green satchel over his shoulder.

"Third Aunt, I'm taking Chunxia to the city. By the time we get there it will be dark, so we'll definitely have to stay at a guesthouse there for the night."

"Have you packed everything? I won't mention the money and tickets, but bring some snacks and fruit for Chunxia to eat on the way."

"Don't worry, they're all wrapped up tightly in oil paper." Nie Xiaochuan grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth.

Nie Erhua stood to the side.

While wrapping the scarf around her neck, she glanced sideways at Nie Xiaochuan.

"How old are you? I really want you to get married this year. Just looking at Gao Youqian with his wrinkled face standing next to Fangfang makes me feel so resentful."

Nie Xiaochuan blushed at what was said and subconsciously touched his face, which was roughened by the wind.

"Third Aunt, do I look that old? That rich guy looks like a bitter gourd that's come to life, but I don't look like that at all. But speaking of which, my face is a bit dry, so... should I put some clam oil on it?"

"Why put clam oil on? That stuff is greasy." Song Xianglan turned and shouted into the house, "Tingting, go to my dresser and get those two blue bottles."

Not long after.

Song Tingting ran out carrying two exquisite little glass bottles.

Song Xianglan took it and put it into Nie Xiaochuan's hand.

"This is face cream. It's all written in foreign languages, which I can't understand, but it smells nice and it's moisturizing without being oily. Take one bottle to Chunxia, ​​and keep one for yourself. Don't let your face become chapped like tree bark before you even get married."

There is a saying that one should observe three years of mourning.

Otherwise, we could get married this year.

Holding the faintly scented bottle, Nie Xiaochuan beamed, "Great! My third aunt really loves me. I'll go pick up Chunxia now!"

After saying that, he lifted his satchel and ran off like the wind.

……

Early the next morning.

The Lin family next door suddenly became lively.

Liu Chounu swept the yard clean early in the morning.

Lin Mu's wife, who usually throws tantrums and rolls her eyes at Lin Fang, was surprisingly all smiles today.

In the kitchen, they fried sweet potatoes and taro, and fried vegetable cakes.

So busy I barely have time to breathe.

Old Lin changed into a Zhongshan suit without patches and combed his hair until it was shiny and smooth.

This is even more grand than celebrating the Chinese New Year.

It was almost noon.

Three bicycles were parked outside the gate.

The man had four people with him.

Besides the matchmaker, there was the seemingly honest and kind-hearted elderly couple from the Wu family, and finally, a sturdy middle-aged man.

Wu Baojun is in his thirties, with a healthy wheat-colored complexion, a square face, and thick, dark eyebrows.

He was dressed in clean work clothes, his posture was ramrod straight, and his spirit was different after becoming the security team leader.

The group had just entered the house and sat down.

Lin's mischievous son, Gou Sheng, darted off to the Song family's house.

He ran up to Song Xianglan and called out, "Grandma Song, my grandma wants you to come over for tea. Hurry, hurry!"

"My aunt's prospective boyfriend has arrived."

Song Xianglan put down her work and took off her apron.

"Okay, coming right away."

She had just left.

Shen Huijun then pulled Song Tingting along and sneaked out of the house. The two of them carried small stools and hid in a corner by the wall.

"Mom went to see it, and I want to see it too." Shen Huijun crouched down, her big eyes full of gossip. "I wonder what Wu Baojun looks like, and whether he's good enough for Sister Lin Fang."

"Sister-in-law, this wall is too high." Even standing on tiptoe, Song Tingting couldn't see it.

Shen Huijun's eyes darted around, and she pointed to the mango tree next to her.

"How about we climb a tree?"

Song Tingting turned pale with fright and quickly grabbed her.

"Sister-in-law, please don't! If you fall and get hurt, my mom might hang me up a tree too. Go up to the second floor, the balcony near the old house faces the Lin family's yard!"

The two sneaked up to the second floor like thieves.

I leaned over the balcony railing and looked down.

Inside the Lin family's main room.

The aroma of tea fills the air.

The matchmaker's mouth was as sweet as honey, praising Wu Baojun and Lin Fang to the skies.

Song Xianglan sat to one side, holding a teacup, but her eyes swept over Wu Baojun like a hawk. The man sat upright, his eyes were fixed, his hands were on his knees, and his nails were neatly trimmed; he certainly looked like an efficient person.

Song Xianglan suddenly spoke:

"I heard you work in the security department of the food factory? Well, I should mention that Lin Fang's brother-in-law, Geng Yuyang, and his wife also work at your factory."

These words were spoken.

Old Lin's hand trembled slightly as he held the teacup, afraid that this matter would scare the person away.

Wu Baojun didn't even stammer once, raising his head with a frank and open gaze.

"Auntie, there are thousands of people in the food factory. Who doesn't have a relative or acquaintance?"

Not to mention the eldest brother-in-law, there are also women who marry factory workers after their husbands have died.

I'm marrying Lin Fang, to spend my life with her, not with that Geng family. As long as I ignore them, they won't interfere with my livelihood. I don't care what others say.

That's a strong statement.

Song Xianglan nodded to herself.

He is a person with his own opinions, not the kind of spineless coward who is easily swayed.

The old lady of the Wu family also chimed in, smiling kindly.

Liu Chounv then mentioned that Lin Fang was a self-employed individual, and that her family were farmers.

"Our family doesn't care about those fancy things. So what if Lin Fang is self-employed? She earns her living with her skills, there's nothing shameful about that. I just admire how capable this girl is."

The old lady of the Wu family would rather marry a rural man than let her son marry a troublesome employee.

It's not that no one in the factory can help.

It's no use if your son doesn't like it.

The ugly woman pressed her advantage and asked the most crucial question.

"Your daughter agrees to let you watch..."

"My daughter knows I'm going to have a marriage proposal."

When Wu Baojun mentioned his daughter, the resolute lines on his face softened a bit. "She's eight years old, and she's matured early."

Once things are looking up, I'll definitely bring her to meet Lin Fang. I have my own apartment provided by my work unit, and I can fit her in two rooms.

These words were both sincere and tactful.

Old Lin was overjoyed.

"Let's have a good drink at noon."

The table was set with drinks.

Then we entered the battlefield for men.

To test Wu Baojun's drinking ability, Old Lin insisted that his three sons drink one glass of wine after another.

Wu Baojun accepted all drinks offered and drank with great gusto.

Before long, the man's eyes widened.

He said he was dizzy from drinking too much, and he leaned back on the sofa and started snoring.

A deafening roar.

Lin Fang went to the room to get a thin blanket to put under his waist, and then got a heavy blanket to cover him.

Old Lin's face was flushed from drinking, and he slurred:

"Good! He just sleeps after drinking too much and doesn't cause trouble. He's much better than... much better than that bastard Geng Yutian. That son of a bit gets drunk and starts crying, screaming, and hitting people after a couple of sips of dog pee. This Baojun..."

"Pah!" Liu Chounu stomped hard on Old Lin's foot, making the old man shudder in pain.

"You old bastard, horse piss has spoiled your brain. What day is it that you're bringing up turtle stuff? I think you deserve a beating," Liu Chounu cursed in a low voice.

Old Lin knew he was in the wrong.

He didn't dare to talk back, and just chuckled foolishly.

He raised his hand and slapped himself. "My wife was right, I deserved it!"

The meal lasted until after 2 p.m.

The Lin brothers were all drunk and passed out, staggering about.

Tang Juhua gritted her teeth and carried the dead-pig-like Lin Man back into the house.

After Wu Baojun woke up, he said a few words to Lin Fang.

My legs were still wobbling when I left.

Once the person leaves.

The courtyard is finally quiet.

Song Xianglan stood at the door, watching the bicycle disappear into the distance, then glanced at Old Lin, who was still grinning foolishly, and snorted coldly:

"Old Lin, Wu Baojun is just pretending to be drunk. If you call two more people to drink with him, he can drink your whole family under the table and still walk straight home."

When Old Lin heard this, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Pretending to be drunk? Impossible. That bastard dares to play me for a fool? Ugh..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

My stomach churned violently.

Song Xianglan took a step back in disgust and kicked Old Lin in the butt.

"They're just giving you face, and also leaving themselves an out. What kind of behavior is it to get completely drunk on your first visit? They know exactly what's going on."

That kick sent Old Lin sprawling face-first into the dirt, where he vomited with a loud "whoosh."

The sour, foul smell instantly filled the air.

"Oh my god!" Song Xianglan quickly pinched her nose, turned around and walked out. "This smell is awful. Ugly girl, you clean it up yourself, I can't stand this smell."

Liu Chounu was also choked by the stench and was so angry that she cursed and ran away with Song Xianglan.

As soon as the two reached the main road, they saw Granny Yu from next door carrying a basket and about to walk out along the wall.

Normally, this old woman would always find a way to nitpick at Song Xianglan whenever she saw her.

Today, however, I was like a mouse seeing a cat, head down, trying to walk quickly past.

Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow:

"Has the sun risen in the west? Granny Yu isn't used to not teasing me a bit."

The ugly woman looked on with schadenfreude.

"Yu Xiujuan's mother-in-law killed the old hen that Yu Xiujuan's sister-in-law's family had given to her and ate it all by Yu Xiujuan alone, leaving only the chicken head and a chicken tail for the sister-in-law."

Song Xianglan was stunned. "Stealing her eldest daughter-in-law's chicken to feed her younger daughter-in-law?"

"That's right. That sister-in-law isn't one to be trifled with either; she got into a fight with Yu Xiujuan. Old Mrs. Yu took her son and rushed to the city, where the sister-in-law's family also came. They got into a fight in the city, and the Yu family was badly beaten. It even alarmed the neighborhood committee." This is firsthand information from Liu Chounv, a gossip blogger.