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

Inside the main room.

I've packed half of my luggage.

Zhou Fang was busy working.

Seeing that Zhou Fang was about to fetch water, Song Xianglan reached out and took the basin from him.

"Zhou Fang, you don't need to stay here. Da Bao and Er Bao haven't seen you for over twenty days. Go to Huang Ronghua's house and bring the children home to rest."

Zhou Fang glanced at the west room.

"Godmother, I'll go pick up the two children. Leave the housework to me, you get some rest."

"You need to go back and clean your own home, so don't come over today." Song Xianglan noticed that Zhou Fang had lost weight. "Hurry up and take the kids home, wash off the smell, and get a good night's sleep. You'll have to work tomorrow, so you can't run away even if you want to."

Zhou Fang was indeed so tired that her eyelids were drooping.

Seeing Song Xianglan's resolute attitude, he finally agreed and turned to go into the west room.

He picked up Song Xiangdong and gently placed him on the newly made bed sheet, then took off his shoes and tucked him in.

He gave Song Xiangdong a few kind words of advice before leaving the courtyard and going back inside.

The courtyard gate was closed.

Shen Huijun stood by the bed, supporting her back, her face ashen.

The journey was bumpy.

She was pregnant, which already put her through a lot.

Right now, my legs are wobbling, and my eyelids are heavy and drooping.

"Mom, I'm going to boil water and cook." Shen Huijun forced herself to walk towards the kitchen.

"You don't need to worry about things at home. Go wash up and go to bed. You're so pregnant and you're still running around taking care of Xiangdong."

Shen Huijun's eyes welled up with tears.

She really couldn't hold on any longer. "Then I'll rest today, and don't wake me up tonight."

She took the warm water that Song Xianglan had prepared, quickly wiped her face, and then soaked her feet in it.

I washed myself with some water and brushed my teeth before climbing into bed.

Song Xiangdong had already lay down on the outside.

He stared blankly at the spider web on the roof beam, and when he heard a noise, he turned his eyes and stared intently at Shen Huijun's big belly.

Shen Huijun lay down beside him.

They pulled the blanket over both of them.

A familiar scent approached, and Song Xiangdong's nostrils twitched, but he didn't flinch.

His large hand reached out uncontrollably and pressed against Shen Huijun's protruding belly through her clothes.

Sudden.

My stomach suddenly twitched.

Song Xiangdong's hand trembled, as if he had been burned, and he quickly withdrew it.

He stared wide-eyed at his hands and then at his belly.

He looked completely incredulous.

Shen Huijun was amused by his silly appearance, grabbed his big hand, and pressed it back onto her stomach.

"It's your son. He's saying hello to you."

Song Xiangdong didn't understand what "son" meant, but he could feel the lively energy under his palm.

Once, twice.

That wonderful sensation traveled from my palm to my heart.

It's tingly and itchy.

A rare, gentle light flashed in his previously dull eyes for a fleeting moment.

He turned to the side, like a large dog guarding its food, and stretched out his long arm to pull Shen Huijun, along with her belly, into his embrace.

Shen Huijun froze.

He immediately softened.

Song Xiangdong nuzzled her head with his chin, then suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

"Wife... go to sleep."

After he finished speaking, his large hand remained on the moving belly.

Shen Huijun closed her eyes and fell asleep shortly afterward.

After more than twenty days of anxiety, my heart finally settled down.

Song Xiangdong kept staring at Shen Huijun's profile.

......

After settling the young couple in.

Song Xianglan led Cong Ying to the empty room next to Song Tingting's.

"The bedding is all new. Tingting should have aired it out a few days ago; it still smells of sunshine." Song Xianglan pushed open the door. "Congying, you must be exhausted from the journey. Go get some sleep and don't push yourself. Xiangdong's illness isn't something that developed overnight; there's no rush."

Cong Ying was indeed exhausted.

She had been busy these days at the field hospital, accompanying seriously wounded soldiers to Kunming.

After arriving in Qingyang, I will have to return to my school in Haishi.

"Aunt Song, you should rest for a while too." Cong Ying put down her medicine box and luggage, and before she could even exchange a few pleasantries, her eyelids started to droop.

"You rest first, I'm going back to my room."

Song Xianglan closed the door behind her and tiptoed downstairs.

The house is cold and empty.

She went to the kitchen and found that there was still rice in the rice container, and only a bowl of leftover preserved radish omelet and two pan-fried golden threadfin bream in the cupboard.

There were several chicken eggs and duck eggs in the other jar.

Without saying a word, Song Xianglan turned around and went to the chicken coop in the backyard.

The old hens were huddled in the corner, dozing off. Song Xianglan, quick as a flash, grabbed the fat chicken that had been scrambling for food at the door, and carried it by its wings outside.

Tie the chicken up and leave it aside.

Go boil some water first.

While the water was still warm, she went to the vegetable garden and picked a few bunches of bok choy, two loofahs, and a few bright red tomatoes.

I just got back to the front yard.

Then they saw the ugly woman carrying a wet bucket enter the room.

"I knew you didn't have much food at home."

Liu Chounu put the bucket on the ground. Inside was a two-foot-long dog shark and several pounds of clams that had expelled all the sand.

"This dog shark was just brought up from the dock this morning. I originally planned to take it to Lin Fang to sell, but it'll be good for Xiang Dong to nourish himself. People in Qingyang say that dog shark soup is the fastest way to heal the skin and flesh."

Song Xianglan looked at the dog shark that was still writhing.

Just as I was about to bend down to pick it up, everything suddenly went black, and the world spun around me.

She swayed.

He plopped down on the low stool next to him.

"Oh my god!" Liu Chounu was startled, dropping the dogfish she was holding and rushing over to help her up. "Lanlan! What happened to you?"

Song Xianglan waved her hand, and it took her several breaths to suppress the nausea.

"It's nothing, I'm just hungry. I've been so busy rushing to catch the train that I haven't eaten much, and besides, I can't eat anything anyway."

Liu Chounu looked at her face, which was so thin it was unrecognizable.

She sighed, went to Song Xianglan's kitchen, grabbed a handful of dried longans from a jar, and ran back.

They stuffed it all into Song Xianglan's hands.

"Eat quickly, have something to eat first." Liu Chounu said as she deftly took the kitchen knife from Song Xianglan's hand. "You sit still, I'll kill the chicken, dog, and shark."

Song Xianglan peeled open a dried longan and stuffed it into her mouth.

The sweetness went down my throat.

The feeling of panic and trembling hands finally subsided a bit.

She ate several in a row, finally suppressing the nauseating taste.

The ugly woman skillfully slits the chicken's neck to bleed it and scalds its feathers with boiling water.

Take out the chicken's internal organs and wash them thoroughly, especially the intestines, which need to be turned inside out for cleaning.

Chicken that has been turned back is used to make soup.

Chicken offal can be stir-fried with pickled bamboo shoots, which is especially appetizing.

She picked up the dog shark again, scalded its skin with boiling water, and then vigorously rubbed off the outer layer of skin, which was like sandpaper, with a loofah.

"Simmer this chicken with some ginger and red dates," Song Xianglan instructed, chewing on a piece of longan. "Scrub the skin of the dogfish clean, cut it into sections, and cook it with ginger to make a tofu soup."

Stir-fried loofah with clams.

"Okay, okay, I know. My cooking skills aren't as good as yours, but I'm not completely incapable of cooking." Liu Chounu tossed the cleaned chicken into the pot. "Just relax and wait for your meal."

The flames in the stove licked the bottom of the pot.

The smoke drifted out of the chimney.

Upon hearing the news, Liu Chunhua brought over two large bones, and Liu Dahua also brought some pomfret and yellowfin tuna. She also brought a jar of rice wine, saying it was prepared in advance for Shen Huijun to eat during her postpartum confinement.

The two entered the yard and immediately began helping with the work without saying a word.

Song Xianglan fell asleep leaning against the stone table.

Liu Dahua turned on the small coal stove. "Make some sweet soup for Lanlan. She loves sweet soup the most."

I slept soundly until evening.

When Song Xianglan woke up, she was covered with a thick coat.

Song Tingting has already returned home from school.

It got dark.

Liu Dahua and the others finished cooking the rice.

Song Xiangdong and Shen Huijun were still sleeping, saying they hadn't woken up yet. Cong Ying, however, came downstairs. She was very happy to see Liu Dahua and the others, and they pulled her aside and asked her many questions.