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

Song Tingting rested her head on Song Xianglan's shoulder and rubbed against her like a clingy cat.

"Mom, I want to give you all my savings. You're the best mom in the world."

Her voice had a slightly nasal tone, probably because she was thinking about Er Ya's miserable situation and was also grateful that she had a mother who could support her.

I can't imagine what it would have been like if Song Xianglan hadn't insisted on letting her study.

Her fate will probably be the same as many of her female classmates: either she'll get married or stay at home helping with chores and looking after other people.

Shen Huijun sat to the side, holding the bowl of sweet soup in her hands, feeling warm inside.

She dared not eat too many sweets, fearing that the baby would grow too big and be difficult to deliver.

He ate one bowl and then put down his spoon.

"Mom is the best mother-in-law in the world."

Song Xianglan smiled and served her another half bowl of peanut soup. "You don't usually eat much sugar, so it's okay to eat a little. A good mood is more important than anything else."

I didn't add much sugar; people who like it sweeter add more sugar later.

Shen Huijun tore off half of the water chestnut and fried it, then soaked it in peanut soup to absorb the broth.

Take a bite, and you'll find it soft, chewy, and sweet.

"It's delicious."

"We still have peanuts at home, I'll cook some for you later." Seeing them enjoying their meal, Song Xianglan felt relieved.

Yang Damu, who was eating peanut soup, watched this scene with envy in his eyes.

The mute girl looked at her younger brother with eyes full of love.

It's so good to have Mom protecting me.

"Giggle giggle—"

A burst of hurried laughter came from outside the courtyard gate.

Da Bao and Er Bao darted in like two mischievous monkeys, laughing like a hen that had just laid an egg.

Erbao ran so fast that he almost tripped over the threshold. After regaining his balance, he turned around and pushed the gate shut.

"Brother, close the door quickly. Don't let Sanyang and the others catch up with us."

The two brothers worked together to close the door.

Erbao rushed into the house like a gust of wind, grabbed Song Xianglan's leg, and tilted his little face up with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Grandma! What are you eating? It smells so good!"

Song Xianglan didn't mind the mud and grime on Erbao's hands. She bent down, picked him up, and carried him to the well.

"Wash your hands and eat peanut soup."

I filled a basin halfway with water and gently pressed the two little ones to wash their hands and faces.

The towel was wiped on Erbao's face, and the white towel instantly turned into a black rag, and the water in the basin turned into ink.

"Erbao, look at you, even a mud monkey isn't as dirty as you."

Erbao chuckled, his eyes crinkling into crescents, all ingratiating.

"Grandma, Bao isn't dirty. Bao needs an egg in his peanut soup."

This little glutton has a nose even sharper than a dog's.

Song Xianglan placed the stainless steel pot back on the coal stove, the flames licking the bottom of the pot.

The soup quickly started bubbling again.

She deftly cracked two eggs into a bowl and beat them.

The scalding hot peanut soup was poured into the bowl, and the chopsticks stirred it quickly. Golden egg flowers instantly floated up, mixed with the milky white peanut soup, and the aroma wafted straight into the nose.

Da Bao carefully carried a bowl to the bench.

Song Xianglan placed another bowl on the table and gave Erbao a spoon.

The two little ones knelt on the bench, not even raising their heads, slurping their food with gusto.

Song Tingting smiled and told Erbao and Dabao to finish their homework today.

Da Bao was very composed. "Okay. I'll do my homework after I finish eating."

Erbao wriggled like a piece of chewing gum.

"Auntie, my life is so hard."

Everyone laughed.

While they were eating, the courtyard gate was pushed open.

Liu Chounu walked in with a sullen face, her steps somewhat unsteady.

Song Xianglan came out from the main room to greet them and invited them to sit down inside.

Tingting, being sensible, handed over a bowl of peanut soup without eggs and also stuffed a fried dough stick into it.

The ugly woman took the bowl.

He sighed, lost his appetite, and stared blankly at the peanuts in the bowl.

"What's wrong? You look so pale?" Song Xianglan sat down opposite her.

The ugly woman looked up, her eyes crinkling with sorrow.

"Xiao Fang's marriage may be in trouble."

Song Xianglan was taken aback. Wu Baojun had come to Xiaoquan Brigade several times. She had heard that he also frequently visited Lin Fang in the county.

"What happened? I didn't hear anything wrong?"

Everyone thought this marriage was a good match.

Wu Baojun works in the security department of the food factory. Although he is divorced and has a daughter, he seems reliable, polite, and capable.

They came several times, each time bringing large and small bags of gifts.

Tobacco, alcohol, sugar, and tea are all readily available.

Liu Chounv naturally didn't let him go back empty-handed.

Rural people are honest and kind. They would prepare fresh vegetables from the fields, old hens and ducks raised at home, chicken and duck eggs, and seafood collected from the seaside for Wu Baojun to take back.

The feedback from the elderly couple in the Wu family was also positive.

"It was just that Chrysanthemum said something out of the blue when she came back." The ugly woman's hand trembled slightly. "I was thinking you're knowledgeable, could you come with me to the county?"

Song Xianglan frowned.

Tang Juhua is not one to speak carelessly; she is very tactful in her actions.

"Okay. You can leave after you've had the peanut soup."

Song Xianglan was an impatient person. She first went to the backyard and casually picked a few green vegetables, then picked some tender loofahs and peppers. She also picked quite a few snow peas.

She tied the basket to the side of the back seat of the car.

Instructions:

"Huijun, Tingting, your aunt and I are going to the county."

"Tingting, take the Da Mu brothers to the processing workshop later. Let them stay there tonight, explain the precautions to them, and also tell your Aunt Zhang Qin."

"Okay, Mom!" Song Tingting replied.

Shen Huijun also stood up, "Then Tingting and I will take them there and take them for a walk."

Song Xianglan nodded.

Even the ugly girl finished the peanut soup in her bowl.

With a stomp of her foot, Song Xianglan led Liu Chounu out of the alley in a flurry of activity.

The two barely spoke as they headed straight for Old Man Zhao's house in the county.

Song Xiangmei had established connections with all the gossipy women in the county, making her the most well-informed.

When they arrived at Old Zhao's house, they happened to see Song Xiangmei carrying an empty basket, about to leave.

"Oh, I was just about to go buy groceries," Song Xiangmei said, noticing the loofah in Song Xianglan's basket. "It saves me the trip. Third Sister, what brings you here today?"

"I had nothing to do at home, so I came over for a visit."

Song Xianglan took the basket off and handed it over, then directly pulled Liu Chounu closer without beating around the bush. "Sister, I want to ask you something. How are Lin Fang and Wu Baojun doing lately? Have you heard anything?"

Song Xiangmei's smile vanished immediately.

"I knew you'd come asking sooner or later. I'm so angry!" Song Xiangmei said, hands on her hips, her voice rising eight octaves. "Wu Baojun's ex-sister-in-law is a shameless slut."

The ugly woman's heart skipped a beat.

Her hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

Song Xiangmei became increasingly angry as she spoke:

"Every time Lin Fang went on a date with Wu Baojun, the man would bring his daughter along."

Lin Fang is soft-hearted; she buys food and clothes for the child and treats her like her own daughter.

As a result, that brat actually brought her aunt to Lin Fang's shop last time. That woman pointed at Lin Fang's nose and called her a vixen, saying that Lin Fang wanted to be a stepmother and abuse children, and didn't want her brother-in-law to remarry.

They cause trouble every few days, making it impossible for Lin Fang to do business. Everyone just points and watches the spectacle.

The ugly woman was so angry that she trembled all over, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"I...I didn't know that. I'm such a bad mother. My daughter suffered so much and I didn't even know."

"It's only been about ten days," Song Xiangmei sighed. "Lin Fang is also a tight-lipped person. She was afraid you'd get anxious and upset, so she absolutely refused to let us tell you."

Song Xianglan's face darkened as she went through the matter in her mind.

"What's the situation with her sister-in-law?"

Song Xiangmei's gossipy eyes ignited a fierce fire.

She looked around and said loudly, "Wu Baojun's sister-in-law also works at the food factory. Wu Baojun got her the job through connections."

The two sisters had a close relationship. Even after the younger sister got married, she often visited her brother-in-law's house. After the older sister passed away, she frequently went over to help with washing, cleaning, sewing, and mending.

This is hardly sisterly affection.

This clearly shows they don't consider themselves outsiders.

"Does Wu Baojun know about this?" Song Xianglan asked coldly. "Is he a dead man, letting his ex-sister-in-law cause trouble?"

Upon hearing this helpless explanation:

"I heard Erhua mention it once, saying that the food factory has been so busy lately that Wu Baojun has been working overtime every day to conduct drills, and the two of them have only met once in the past two weeks."

That silly girl, Lin Fang, couldn't bear to bother him with these trivial matters, saying that men work hard and she didn't want to distract him.

Upon hearing this, Song Xianglan...

His face was as black as soot from the bottom of a pot.

"Damn it!" she couldn't help but curse, slapping the bicycle handlebars loudly.

"Is his brain filled with mush?"

Song Xianglan laughed in anger, "Once a woman starts to empathize with a man's hardships, then that woman is basically beyond saving."

A zombie passing by tasted her brain and almost spat it out, cursing, "Pah, you love-struck idiot, get lost!"

The ugly woman was stunned by the scolding.

Although I don't quite understand what "love-struck" means, I know that Song Xianglan is really popular now.

"Let's go!" Song Xianglan turned the car around. "To Lin Fang's shop. I want to see what's going on. At worst, we can cancel the marriage, but the losses caused by Wu Baojun's sister-in-law's trouble must be compensated."