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

Liu Chou-nv was an impatient person. She dragged Song Tingting into the house and pulled out an exercise book, which she spread out on the table.

"That Zhao with the crooked mouth has a loud voice, saying something about 'spending money on a dead man's head is too hot to handle.' I think he's just jealous because he's broke." Liu Chounu gritted her teeth, spitting everywhere. "And Yang Wutian and Old Cleft Mouth too."

Holding the pen, Song Tingting was both amused and exasperated. "Auntie, you really remember things!"

"Remember this: a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years, but for our old lady, even a day is too late for revenge."

Liu Chounu slammed her hand on the table. "And that Li Dajiao, she was gossiping about our family by the well, saying your mother's money was ill-gotten. Bah! That's our hard-earned money, earned day and night."

Mr. Shen listened with amusement.

He came over, holding a teacup.

I looked at Song Tingting's handwriting; it was beautiful and neat.

"Tingting's handwriting is quite good. I heard she's applied to universities? Which one did she apply to?"

Song Tingting blushed slightly and moved the notebook to the side.

"Kyoto University in Kyoto City."

"Wow, that's a school that so many people would kill to get into." Mr. Shen gave a thumbs up. "When the admission notice comes out, we'll have to set up two tables."

"Not even a glimmer of hope yet, the acceptance letter hasn't arrived." Song Tingting said somewhat embarrassedly, twirling her pen in her hand a couple of times. "What if I don't get in..."

"Pah, pah, pah! Children say the darndest things!" Liu Chounu quickly interrupted, "Our Tingting is so smart, she'll definitely pass the exam."

Then we'll show those gossipy old women that our family is not only rich, but also blessed with a literary genius.

Song Xianglan also laughed and said, "I'll set up a continuous feast, and even the village dogs will have two separate tables of food."

Everyone laughed.

……

The old mango tree in front of my house is laden with fruit again, its branches bending under the weight.

Song Tingting did not disappoint Song Xianglan.

He actually got into Peking University and packed his bags to go to Beijing.

Shen Huijun has also returned to school.

Shen's mother took the child to the new city, and Song Xianglan also went to the new city to help for a month until she found a nanny and then returned.

She spent the year making money.

The brigade said that this year they would distribute land, and even the hilltops would be rented or sold.

With the twins from the Xiang family about to turn one year old, Song Xianglan asked about the time, packed two large bundles, and led the two babies straight to the new city.

We'll come back and divide the land after my birthday.

Song Xiangdong lives in the newly built family building.

The area is conveniently located with schools and a farmers' market nearby.

The house isn't very big; it has three bedrooms and a living room.

Shen's mother and child occupied one room, the nanny Sister Wu occupied another, and Song Xiangdong and Shen Huijun, a married couple, occupied the third.

Song Xianglan arrived.

Shen's mother then made arrangements to change rooms.

"I'll share a room with you, and Erbao will sleep with us. The two children will be in our room." Song Xianglan put her bundle on the ground, wiped her sweat, and said, "This house is still a bit small."

"That's right." Mother Shen poured Song Xianglan a glass of water. "But this location is good; the neighbors are all government employees."

Song Xianglan took a sip of water and glanced around the room.

"I'll buy another one around here later. I think this new town will be pretty good in the future."

Sister Wu changed Youbao's diaper and said with a smile that no one was buying or selling it.

Everyone is waiting for their work unit to allocate them housing.

Shen's mother: "That's because you don't know. Yesterday when I went to buy groceries, I heard that someone in the neighborhood ahead was going abroad and was in a hurry to sell their house to exchange for foreign currency."

Song Xianglan's eyes lit up. "Mother-in-law, could you keep an eye on this for me? I have some spare cash to buy a set."

After thinking for a moment, Shen's mother said, "If you buy, I'll buy too. Let's take advantage of the fact that we still have money to buy a house."

"We're never really comfortable renting those shops in Haishi. If the landlords see our business is doing well and raise the rent or kick us out, we'll be in a difficult position. I'm thinking of just buying them. You should call home and ask your in-laws to keep an eye out for them."

"Okay, I'll take care of it!" Mother Shen was a straightforward person and readily agreed.

As the two were talking, Erbao couldn't stay in the room any longer.

Clinging to the doorframe, she called out, "Grandma, I want to go out and play!"

"Don't go too far, just play by the slide downstairs, understand?" Song Xianglan instructed.

"Okay," Erbao replied, and darted out the door in a flash.

Song Xianglan withdrew her gaze, took out a red cloth bag from her inner pocket, and peeled it open layer by layer.

Two pairs of glittering gold bracelets were visible.

There were also two strings of small gold nuggets braided with red string.

Glitter.

Mrs. Shen leaned over and touched it. "Wow, this is real gold? How much is this worth?"

"A first birthday gift for Fu Bao and You Bao."

Song Xianglan picked up a string of gold nuggets and shook it. "There are ten small gold nuggets on one string, and each nugget weighs 37.5 grams. It's an old custom in our area that a child has to be given gold nuggets on their first birthday to ward off evil spirits."

"This is far too valuable."

Mrs. Shen clicked her tongue in amazement, "These days, not many people dare to hoard gold like this."

"The price of this stuff will go up again," Song Xianglan said. She said it was for her child's first birthday and she would have Huijun open a safe deposit box at the bank to store it. "I need to save more gold for Fubao in the future."

After thinking about it, Shen's mother decided that she also needed to save money.

Then, thinking about how many grandchildren and great-grandchildren she had, she suddenly felt a little dizzy.

……

The sky gradually darkened.

The streetlights downstairs lit up dimly.

Mother Shen carried Youbao, and Song Xianglan carried Fubao downstairs to call Erbao home for dinner.

There were only two other kids playing in the sand near the slide.

Song Xianglan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly went over to ask, "Little friend, do you see a little boy in a blue short-sleeved shirt?"

"Erbao," the child pointed to the gate of the residential complex, "He said he saw his mother chase after her."

Song Xianglan's head buzzed.

How could Anxi Yang be here?

If Erbao gets lost, how will she compensate the other party?

"Don't worry, let's take the child home and let Sister Wu look after him," said Shen's mother, and ran home.

……

Erbao huddled in a dark alley corner, crying uncontrollably.

He was playing downstairs when he caught a glimpse of a figure in a white dress from the corner of his eye, and it looked exactly like his mother from his memories.

In a moment of impulsiveness, he called out "Mom" and chased after her.

The figure walked quickly, disappearing after turning two corners.

Erbao was unfamiliar with the place and the people around him. When he turned around, he saw that all around him were unfamiliar houses, and he couldn't even find his way home.

"Waaah... Daddy... Grandma..."

Erbao hugged his knees, buried his face in the crook of his legs, and cried sobbing.

"Hey kid, can't find your way home?"

Erbao was startled and looked up.

A man in a floral shirt was squatting in front of me. His hair was slicked back and shiny, and the perfume he wore was so strong and pungent that it looked like he had just crawled out of a perfume vat.

The man frowned, looking at Erbao with disdain.

Erbao sniffed and reached out to grab the man's clothes. "Uncle...I want my mom."

"Go home and find your mother, don't cry here, it's annoying." The man tried to pull his clothes back, but couldn't.

"I can't find my way home..." Erbao said, tears welling up in her eyes. "Mommy doesn't want me anymore. I can hardly remember what Mommy looks like. I saw her just now, but she ignored me."

The man paused. "You can't find your mother either?"

Erbao wiped away her tears. "Everyone in the village says Mom doesn't want us anymore. Dad won't take us to find Mom either. Dad is a big bad guy."

The man in the floral shirt sighed and simply plopped down on the ground.

"What a coincidence, we're in the same boat." The man took a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to Erbao. "Wipe your nose, it's all snot."

Erbao took the handkerchief and blew his nose hard.

"Does your mother not want you anymore?" Erbao asked, looking up at her.

"My mother did want to take care of me, but she had bad luck." The man looked up at the small patch of sky at the alley entrance. "She's been dead for many years. My father, that old bastard, used to pretend to take me to sweep his grave, but later he almost forgot who I was."

Erbao's eyes widened.

"Then you're even worse off than me."

The man sneered, "A few days ago he brought back two illegitimate children, claiming they were my brothers. Bah! In a fit of anger, I bought a ticket and ran away. I traveled from Hong Kong to here, wanting to see where my mother was born."

Erbao seemed to understand but not quite.

Although this person was dressed in flashy clothes, he didn't seem like a bad person.

"Then I'll take you home." Erbao stood up, patted the dust off his bottom, and said, "My grandma cooks so well, I won't miss my mom after I'm full."

The man chuckled. "Weren't you just crying because you couldn't find your way home?"

"I know it's near Zhongshan Park."

Two people, one tall and one short, one wearing a floral shirt and smelling faintly of perfume, the other covered in dirt and snot, inexplicably started chatting together.

The man picked up the second child.

Erbao wasn't shy at all and hugged his neck.

She started sobbing again: "Uncle, do you think Mom will really not want me anymore?"

The man patted Erbao on the back, his voice surprisingly gentle, "What mother doesn't love her child? Unless she's an idiot."

"Mom isn't stupid, Mom is the most beautiful."

"Okay, okay, your mom is the prettiest."

The two chatted all the way and asked for directions before finally reaching the entrance of the family compound.

Song Xianglan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, asking everyone she met.

I went back to the family compound to try my luck and saw a sleazy-looking man in a floral shirt walking towards me carrying my second child.

Erbao was still sobbing.

The string in Song Xianglan's mind snapped instantly.

"You heartless human trafficker! You dared to kidnap my grandson!"

Song Xianglan roared and charged forward.

Before the man in the floral shirt could react, he saw a dark figure crash down with a whooshing sound.

"Oops. You've hit the wrong person."

"I'm going to hit you. Child trafficking, you're utterly heartless. I'm going to break your legs today." Song Xianglan had honed her strength in the slaughterhouse, and her wild punches made him howl in pain.

The man was beaten and ran around covering his head.

The two babies in my arms were shaken off.

"Help! I'm not a human trafficker, I'm a good person!" the man shouted as he ran, his designer floral shirt ripped open.

Erbao stood there stunned for two seconds before quickly running over.

"Grandma, Uncle isn't a human trafficker."

Song Xianglan stopped, panting. "Not a child trafficker? Then why are you holding my child?"

Erbao sniffled and explained loudly:

"My uncle is a pitiful bastard. His mother died, his father abandoned him, and even gave him two illegitimate brothers. He's even worse off than me."

Song Xianglan: "..."

The man in the floral shirt clutched his bruised arm, his eyes welling up with tears of grievance. "Auntie, did you train to hit me?"