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

Early the next morning.

Yang Xiaoye carried a bedding roll that was bigger than herself on her back and led her younger brother Yang Xiaozhi to the workshop.

Yang Xiaoye threw her bedding into the back room, rolled up her sleeves, and began washing and drying the seafood, her movements as swift as a spinning top.

Although his younger brother Yang Xiaozhi is only a little over ten years old, he is also very observant.

They silently helped carry baskets and swept the yard clean.

Zhang Qin looked at the two children and brought a bunch of mustard greens and a few eggs from home in the afternoon, stuffing them into the kitchen.

Gan Shanshan and Lin Gang's wife each brought a bag of sweet potatoes, and one carried a bundle of noodles, lettuce, and greens.

Previously, the two children of the Yang family lived with their uncles who had no descendants.

The villagers wanted to lend a hand, but they were all afraid of getting into trouble.

Those uncles and aunts from the Yang family are like mangy dogs; once they stick to you, you can't shake them off.

They're also good at fighting and arguing.

Now the two siblings have come to live with Song Xianglan.

That was Song the butcher.

Who dares to provoke us?

Everyone piled up some vegetables in the kitchen as a small token of their appreciation for the siblings.

Yang Xiaoye looked at the pile of food and wiped her face.

They worked even harder.

In less than half a month, the dried fish and shrimp in the workshop were piled up like a mountain, and dozens of sacks were stacked in the warehouse like a small city wall.

Song Xianglan made a phone call to Lai Fengshou and ended up buying a whole container of blind boxes.

This batch of goods is large.

Song Xianglan assigned Song Dong and Song Fei to lead the team, and invited Huang Zhihua, Wang Zhihe, and Liu Yukun to join them.

He was with Erhei and a colleague from the car team.

A large group of people headed north with their goods.

There isn't work in the workshop every day.

This did not dampen everyone's enthusiasm.

Even if you only work for ten or fifteen days a month, the cash you get is much better than toiling in the fields for a living.

These days, if a woman has money in her pocket, she can raise her voice three octaves higher at home.

Yang Xiaoye even treated this workshop as her home.

Even when they have free time, they don't rest.

He carried a hoe and turned over the more than one acre of barren sandy land near the sea in front of the workshop.

Sweet potatoes and peanuts were planted.

That afternoon.

Song Xianglan was inspecting the dried squid in the yard when Chunxia ran in, panting.

"Auntie, the brigade headquarters is calling; they're looking for you!"

Song Xianglan straightened up, still holding a dried squid in her hand.

"Who is it? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"They said they came from the military," Chunxia said, panting. "They sounded quite serious."

With a "snap".

The dried squid in Song Xianglan's hand fell to the ground.

Her heart skipped a beat, and a sudden, inexplicable panic washed over her.

In his previous life, Song Xiangdong sacrificed himself in the self-defense counterattack war.

"Auntie."

Chunxia noticed that her expression was off and called out to her.

Song Xianglan came to her senses and turned around to get a water glass to drink some water and calm her nerves.

With a tremor of his hand, the enamel cup fell to the ground with a "clatter," spilling water all over the floor.

"May you be safe and sound, may you be safe and sound," Song Xianglan murmured as she ran outside.

He ran all the way to the brigade headquarters.

Seeing her pale face, the old Party Secretary pointed to the telephone on the table. "She just hung up and said she'd call back in five minutes."

Song Xianglan nodded.

He plopped down in the chair, his hands tightly clasped together, his knuckles white.

Five minutes feels longer than five years.

"Ring ring—"

The phone rang suddenly, and Song Xianglan reached out and grabbed the receiver, her palms covered in cold sweat.

"Feed? I am Song Xianglan." Her voice was dry and trembling.

A steady but weary male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Are you Comrade Song Xiangdong's mother? I am the political commissar of the division."

"That's me," Song Xianglan replied hastily. "Has something happened to Xiang Dong?"

"Sister Song, please don't be anxious, listen to me." The political commissar paused, "First of all, I have good news to tell you: Comrade Song Xiangdong has made a meritorious contribution."

He led his commando team to destroy the enemy's core base, and the entire team was awarded the honorary title of "Heroic Infiltration Team Capable of Offense and Defense," with Song Xiangdong himself receiving a first-class merit.

Song Xianglan didn't speak, but gripped the microphone tightly.

She's lived two lives, so she understands this kind of official jargon all too well.

First, let me share the good news.

What often follows is a catastrophe as the sky falls.

Sure enough, the political commissar took a deep breath and his voice lowered.

"But in the final retreat battle, Comrade Song Xiangdong... was seriously wounded."

Song Xianglan's vision went black, her body swayed, and for a moment her ears were filled with a buzzing sound, as if someone had stuffed a handful of bees into them.

"Is...is the person still there?" she asked through gritted teeth, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth.

"The person is still alive."

"He's still in critical condition. He's been transferred to the Kunming Military Region Hospital. Luckily, Dr. Cong from Haishi provided timely treatment at the field hospital, otherwise... Sister Song, we hope the family can come as soon as possible."

"Still alive... as long as you're alive, that's enough."

Song Xianglan murmured to herself, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she couldn't utter a single sob.

Song Xianglan could no longer hear what was said on the other end of the phone.

It roughly means that someone will arrange to buy plane tickets and pick you up.

Tell her to bring her ID.

I hung up the phone.

Song Xianglan sat in the chair, stunned, for a full two minutes.

The old Party Secretary, standing nearby, sensed something was amiss, wanting to ask but not daring to.

"I'm going to Kunming."

She did not return to the workshop.

He turned around and headed straight for Zhou Fang's house.

Zhou Fang was chopping firewood in the yard.

Seeing Song Xianglan rush in, looking distraught, he was startled. "Godmother, what happened?"

"Xiang Dong is injured, in Kunming." Song Xianglan spoke very quickly. "I need to go to Kunming."

The axe in Zhou Fang's hand clattered to the ground.

He helped Song Xianglan up.

"Godmother, don't panic, I'll go with you. I'm worried about you going alone, and I'll have to take Huijun with me."

"Yes, we need to bring Huijun along." Song Xianglan then remembered her daughter-in-law, who was still studying in Xincheng. "I originally wanted you to take care of things at home for me."

What should I do about my two children?

"Leave it at Huang Ronghua's house and let his wife watch it." Zhou Fang turned around, went into the house, grabbed a military green shoulder bag, and stuffed all the cash in the house into it. "Godmother, go home now and get the money and your documents."

Song Xianglan rushed home.

He took out all 10,000 yuan in cash from the house, wrapped it in newspaper, and then put the two bankbooks into his inner pocket.

I hurriedly packed a few changes of clothes.

Zhou Fang was already waiting at the door with her bicycle.

The two pedaled furiously all the way.

We arrived at the dock just in time for the last ferry to the new city.

The sea breeze was howling, and Song Xianglan sat in the cabin, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Zhou Fang took off her coat and draped it over her shoulders, holding her hand tightly. "Godmother, Xiang Dong will be alright."

By the time we arrived in the new city, it was already getting dark.

The two headed straight to Xincheng University.

Song Xianglan called out to Shen Huijun from downstairs in the girls' dormitory.

Shen Huijun ran downstairs with her books in her arms, her smile still lingering, when she saw her mother-in-law and Zhou Fang's frostbitten faces, and the books in her hands fell to the ground with a "thud".

"mom……"

Song Xianglan grabbed her daughter-in-law's hand, "Xiangdong is injured and in Kunming City Hospital. We, as his family, need to go and take care of him."

Shen Huijun's legs went weak.

Zhou Fang quickly grabbed the person and said, "Huijun, Xiangdong is injured but not seriously. You should go and ask for leave right away. We need to get going."

Because Song Xiangdong's unit leaders had given prior notice.

They bought three plane tickets to Kunming.

Normally, ordinary people would have to take several days and nights by train to get to Kunming.

the next day.

As soon as the plane landed in Kunming, two young soldiers in military uniforms were waiting for it with signs in hand as soon as it exited the terminal.

"Are they Song Xiangdong's family members?"

"Yes."

"The car is outside."

The jeep sped along.

We went straight to the military hospital.

The hospital reeked of a mixture of disinfectant and the smell of blood. The corridors were filled with wounded people in hospital gowns, some with bandages wrapped around their heads, others using crutches.

Song Xianglan's heart was in her throat.

Upon reaching a ward on the third floor, the young soldier pushed open the door.

There are five beds in the room.

It was packed to the brim.

The soldier on the left has empty trouser legs.

The soldier on the right has lost his entire arm and is gritting his teeth as he changes his dressing, without uttering a sound.

Song Xianglan's gaze swept around the ward.

Finally, I landed on the bed by the window.

There's someone lying on it.

His body was wrapped in bandages, like a mummy, with only two nostrils and a mouth showing, and tubes inserted all over his body.

"East?" Shen Huijun called out in a trembling voice, rushed over and knelt by the bed, wanting to touch but not daring to.

A young soldier who was being cared for nearby stood up with red eyes and saluted.

"Auntie, sister-in-law."

"This..." Song Xianglan looked at her son's face, which was swollen beyond recognition.

My heart feels like it's being sliced ​​off piece by piece with a knife.

In his previous life, Song Xiangdong didn't even leave behind a complete corpse.

The young soldier wiped away his tears, his voice choked with emotion, "We fought our way to the rear. The regimental commander, carrying several bundles of grenades, rushed in alone to dig out the tunnels."

The enemy hid in the cave and fired shots from the shadows. The company commander blew them up one by one, like picking off rats. Dozens of enemies were killed.

The young soldier took a breath.

"Later, when the regimental commander retreated, he carried back a small city. On the way back, they were surrounded and wiped out by those damned remnants of the army... The company commander, in order to protect that small city..."

Song Xianglan felt a chill run down her spine and her hands and feet went cold.

"What about that small capital city?" Zhou Fang asked in a deep voice.

"They've been sent back to a major hospital in Beijing."

The young soldier said, "When he left, the father of that little Jing City made a special phone call and told us to do everything we could to save our regimental commander, saying that if it weren't for the company commander, his family line would have ended."

Shen Huijun could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

She lay on the edge of the bed, her face pressed against Song Xiangdong's exposed hand, crying her heart out.

"Xiang Dong... open your eyes and look at me... it's me, Hui Jun..."

The other injured people in the ward all turned their heads away.

She secretly wiped away her tears.

Song Xianglan's tears fell like beads from a broken string.

She wanted to tell her daughter-in-law not to cry, afraid it would disturb her son.

But then I thought, this person has been unconscious for so long, maybe all they need is this little bit of movement.

Song Xianglan said in a hoarse voice, "Let him hear, his wife is here, his mother is here, wake up quickly."

Zhou Fang's eyes reddened as she looked at the tragic scene in the room.

"Godmother, I'll go find a guesthouse nearby and buy some food and supplies. We can't leave this place unattended; you two stay here and watch over things."

Song Xianglan subconsciously reached for the money in her pocket.

"Take the money..."

Zhou Fang pressed her hand down and pushed the money back.

"Godmother, I have money. Don't be shy with me now."

Song Xianglan turned around and grasped Song Xiangdong's cold fingers, silently saying in her heart: Son, you must hold on, Mom hasn't been able to make up for the debt I owed you in the past life.