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

Liu Dahua and Liu Yidao carried a net into the Song family's courtyard. Inside the net was a pomfret and several kilograms of yellowfin tuna.

Liu Yidao put down his net, rolled up his sleeves, and helped move the old furniture into the old house.

Chen Zui stood in the center of the courtyard, clutching a stack of five-yuan notes in his hand.

They distributed money to each of the people who helped them.

"Five dollars per person, here you go."

Lin Gang took the money and put it in his pocket, then leaned closer and asked, "Comrade Chen, you've come all this way, where would you like to go? We know people in the village, so we'll take you."

Chen Zui stroked his chin. "I'd like to eat some wild game. What do you have here?"

The young men immediately perked up.

Lin Gang patted his chest and guaranteed, "Although Qingyang Mountain isn't very big, it's got plenty of wild animals. You can occasionally run into wild boars, and you can catch pheasants and rabbits by the handful. Now that it's hot, there are also many snakes."

Chen Zui took out five yuan and stuffed it into Lin Gang's hand. "Okay, you take me into the mountains to hunt wild game tomorrow. Consider this money a deposit."

Lin Gang happily accepted the money.

The two agreed on a time to go into the mountains the next day.

One dared to agree, and the other dared to believe.

Lin Gang usually can't even catch a rabbit by the tail, but when he encounters Chen Zui, who throws money around at the drop of a hat, he agrees first.

After moving the old furniture, Liu Yidao took a large cleaver from the kitchen.

Squatting by the well, he first scraped off the fish scales, and then quickly gutted the yellowfin tuna.

Chen Zui squatted down beside him, watching intently. "You have a strong grip."

Liu Yidao didn't even look up, scraping the scales off the next yellowfin tuna. "A pig butcher, making a living with his strength."

Chen moved even closer, inquiring about the ins and outs of pig slaughtering.

Liu Dahua and Liu Chounu took rags and helped wipe the newly moved-in mahogany furniture from top to bottom.

The ugly woman, wiping the dressing table, turned around and teased Song Xianglan:

"Lanlan, you really got a good deal by adopting this godson. He's generous and hardworking. Should we adopt a few more in the future?"

Song Xianglan hung the clothes on the bed into the closet.

"No way. This one shamelessly came to me. Zhou Fang and the others are Xiang Dong's sworn brothers. Why would I, a man with one foot in the grave, need so many godchildren?"

"But Chen Zui is a pretty good kid."

"How are Da Hua and Liu Yidao doing now? You look a bit fuller in the face, you look better than before."

Liu Dahua blushed and lowered her head to wipe the dressing table.

"Yidao seems carefree but is actually very meticulous. He manages everything at home and outside, which is great for me." She smiled, as if remembering something, and said, "Lanlan, you're living a comfortable life, why don't you find a companion?"

Let the ugly woman interrupt:

"If you ask me, you shouldn't look in the countryside; you should go to the city and find someone with a pension."

Song Xianglan closed the cupboard door and put the small item back in the bedside table. "Forget it. Marriage is nothing new. I don't have time to serve this old man."

Liu Chounv sighed.

"Tell me about my old man, he's always causing trouble. He smells like an old man, he farts, burps, and talks in his sleep, and he drinks and smokes all the time. I used to want to kick Xiaofang out, but now I rely on Xiaofang to pay for my drinking and smoking."

Liu Dahua continued:

"Do you think Wang Zhihe and Xiaofang are a good match? Although Wang Zhihe has three children, he is honest and hardworking. That old woman in the Wang family complains about her son, but she takes good care of her grandchildren."

After thinking it over, Liu Chounv concluded that Wang Zhihe was a decent person.

Mothers also hope their daughters will have a companion.

Song Xianglan was most afraid of being a matchmaker. She got annoyed by being stared at. "Don't look at me. It's not enough for two people to be good people in a relationship."

Liu Dahua chimed in, "Why don't you ask Wang Zhihe for me, just to sound him out?"

The ugly woman continued to look at her pitifully.

Song Xianglan sighed, "Fine, when Wang Zhihe returns in his sports car, I'll casually ask him about it when I run into him."

Just then, the sound of a bicycle bell came from outside the courtyard.

Song Xianglan looked out the window.

Nie Xiaochuan walked in carrying a blood-stained sack.

"Third Aunt, my buddy hunted a wild boar in the mountains. I bought half of the pig and divided it among the families. Here's a wild boar leg and two pheasants for you to try." Nie Xiaochuan placed the sack by the well.

Song Xianglan came out and opened the bag. "You're busy preparing the new house."

Chen Zui quickly went forward to check the wild boar leg, while Liu Yidao asked Song Tingting to boil water to kill the pheasant.

Nie Xiaochuan went to the well to fetch water and used the cool water to wash his face and wipe the sweat off his body. "The new house is almost ready. My mom went back to the village yesterday. We won't be going to the county anymore."

Song Xianglan was slightly taken aback. "What's wrong? Is something wrong with Old Zhao?"

"Uncle Zhao and his son went to the provincial capital. His son introduced him to someone there. I don't plan for her to go out and earn money anymore; she can just stay home, farm, and enjoy a peaceful life."

Song Xianglan nodded, "Now that Chunxia is married to you, it's good that your mother is at home."

"Yi Dao, help me chop this pig's leg. We're having lunch at home."

Liu Yidao went to get a cutting board to chop the pig's leg.

Nie Xiaochuan said a few words and was about to leave, "Third Aunt, I won't be eating at home. I still have half a wild boar in my car, I need to hurry and deliver it to my father-in-law's family."

"Go ahead."

Nie Xiaochuan left in a flurry.

At noon, the Song family's dining table was piled high with food.

Pheasant stewed with tiger tail meatballs.

Steamed yellowfin tuna, sprinkled with shredded scallions and ginger, and drizzled with hot oil.

Braised wild boar meat.

Pan-fried pomfret.

Stir-fried snow peas with octopus, oyster omelet, and stir-fried water spinach.

The staple food is yellowfin tuna noodles.

Song Xianglan's favorite dish is to fry yellowfin tuna in oil, then pour in boiling water to cook noodles, creating a rich and flavorful broth.

One sip of the fresh drink made my eyebrows fall out.

Fu Bao and You Bao each held a small bowl, in which lay a fried egg, golden brown on both sides.

The two children are too young to hold the noodles with chopsticks.

In his haste, Youbao threw down his chopsticks, reached out his chubby little hand, grabbed the noodles, and stuffed them into his mouth, getting soup all over his face.

Shen Huijun quickly put down the bowl in her hand and took a handkerchief to wipe Youbao's face.

"Don't grab it with your hands, Mom will feed you."

Song Xianglan: "Let him eat by himself. That's how children learn to eat. If he likes to use his hands, let him. He can wash his hands after he's full."

Shen Huijun then sat back down.

He picked up his own bowl and ate.

Liu Chounu took a bowl and filled it with a large bowl of yellowfin tuna noodles from the pot. She sat back down at the table, picked up a piece of braised wild boar meat, and stuffed it into her mouth. "This wild boar meat is tough and not as fragrant as domestic pork."

Song Xianglan agreed.

"Wild game is all about freshness. Domestic pork is the only kind that's plump and tender."

The ugly woman swallowed the meat in her mouth. "Yu Pengfei has disappeared. Old Mrs. Yu couldn't catch her breath and was taken to the barefoot doctor for an IV drip this morning."

Liu Dahua's eyes widened. "How could he/she disappear? How could such a grown person just vanish?"

The ugly woman pouted:

"I heard from Yu Lao Er that Yu Pengfei sold his job in the county, took the money and ran away. Nobody knows where he went."

Everyone sighed in dismay.

……

Early in the morning, Song Xianglan took Shen Huijun and Tingting, along with the two children, to Songjiazhuang.

Chen Zui, having nothing better to do, also went to join in the fun.

The newly built two-story house of Song Laosi's family is very eye-catching in the village.

Song Xianglan arrived early; most of the guests hadn't arrived yet. Only the Song brothers came to help.

The fourth son's wife, Qin Ping, wearing a newly made red floral shirt, greeted guests in the courtyard with a radiant smile.

As soon as Song Xianglan came in, Qin Ping took out two red envelopes from her pocket and stuffed one into Fu Bao and You Bao's hands: "Take these, these are New Year's money from your fourth great-aunt."

Song west led a young woman over.

The girl had a small, delicate face, big, watery eyes, and wore a pink dress, looking pure and innocent.

Song west introduced with a smile:

"Third Aunt, this is my fiancée, Wan Xiaoju. We met in Guangzhou. She's from Chaozhou."

Wan Xiaoju greeted in a clear and cheerful voice, "Hello, Third Aunt."

Qin Ping grabbed Wan Xiaoju's hand and introduced her with a beaming smile: "Xiaoju is such a sensible child. Not only is her family well-off, but she's also very capable. She works in a big factory in Guangzhou, and her monthly salary is equivalent to that of several strong laborers here."

As she spoke, she glanced at Shen Huijun out of the corner of her eye.

Song Xianglan pretended not to hear Qin Ping's words and asked Song Xiyang how business was in Yangcheng.

Song west said he'd established a security company, and that Song Qiang planned to move to Shenzhen. But there's nothing there right now, and nobody knows what the future holds.

"Shenzhen Stock Exchange is good. It has great potential for the future."

Fu Bao held the red envelope in her little hands and handed it to Song Xianglan, saying, "Grandma, here you go."

Just as Song Xianglan accepted the red envelope, Song Sansao also entered the courtyard.

Sister-in-law Song San came over with two red envelopes in her hands to give to Fu Bao and You Bao. Seeing the red envelopes in Song Xianglan's hand, she glanced at Qin Ping. "Third Sister, how much did Fourth Sister-in-law give Fu Bao and the others?"

Qin Ping's expression changed, and she quickly came over to try and change the subject:

"Third sister-in-law, it's all the thought that counts, just for good luck."

Sister-in-law Song sneered, "Other people's intentions are their own. Everyone knows that your family was able to build this house and have the respectability you have now, all thanks to Third Sister's help back then. I'm just afraid that other people's intentions are genuine, but you're playing tricks on them."

She snatched the red envelope from Song Xianglan's hand.

Open it directly in front of everyone.

A one-cent banknote floated lightly onto my palm.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

When my nephew and niece visited my great-uncle's house for the first time, they actually gave me a red envelope containing only one cent.

Song Laosi's face turned bright red, and he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He grabbed Qin Ping's arm and cursed through gritted teeth, "I told you to put in a dollar. How could you take the wrong one? Hurry up and change it."

Qin Ping simply couldn't bear to take that coin out of her pocket.

Song Xianglan dusted off her hands and watched the couple's act with cold indifference. She didn't even bother to say a word of politeness.

Song west brought two thick red envelopes, saying they were gifts for Fu Bao and You Bao.

Old Song smiled and said, "Your third aunt is richer than us, so what your third sister-in-law said is wrong. Our family's current respectability is the result of Song Dong and Song Xi's hard work."

Song west's face darkened.

"Third Uncle, my dad's a little itchy. Could you scratch it for him?"

Song Lao San and Song Lao Er flanked Song Lao Si as they entered the house, the sound of Song Lao Si doing the splits drifting out. "Song west, you little brat. I'm your father."