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

The sun is now directly south; the feast is about to begin.

The living room and courtyard on the first floor of Song Laosi's house were packed with people.

When we didn't have enough tables at home, we brought over all the square tables and benches from our neighbors.

As soon as the courtyard gate opened, Song Qiang led a group of people in.

Aside from a few of Song's cousins, there were also the husbands of Song Yuru and her husbands who had married out.

Following behind were Old Man Tang and his family, with the two brothers, Tang Xiaojun and Tang Xiaohu, looking around aimlessly with their hands in their pockets.

Tang Xiaohu's wife, Zhao Xiaogou, acted like a protective mother to her chicks. As soon as she entered the door, she pulled her four children towards the kitchen door, afraid that they would miss out on a few bites of meat if they were a step too late.

Song west wore a red tie around his neck and grinned widely, offering cigarettes everywhere.

He boasts to everyone he meets:

"Today's hospitality is nothing. Once Xiaoju and I officially get married, we'll have a three-day feast in the open space in front of the village ancestral hall. We'll also invite opera singers—no, we'll invite the kind of singers and dancers from Guangzhou."

The crowd joined in the commotion.

They kept praising Song west for being lucky to have found such a beautiful wife.

"I heard your brother-in-law is a businessman. And your family is in government positions."

"Song west got incredibly lucky."

"He became successful after marrying a good wife."

Song west was completely bewildered, and all his brute force was used to pound his chest.

Song Qiang, carrying his bag, walked over to Song Laoda's table.

He was wearing a crisp gray shirt today, took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, tore open the seal, and offered cigarettes to the men at the table one by one.

He gave the rest of the pack of cigarettes to Song Laoda, saying, "Dad, I'm going to Auntie's table."

Amidst the envious gazes of the crowd, Boss Song accepted the cigarettes, his heart aching with regret, but he said, "Give me another pack later, so I can smoke them with your uncles and cousins."

"There's still some at home."

The brigade leader, the party secretary, and several people from the senior citizens' association kept saying nice things to them.

Boss Song's neck has grown even longer.

Song west continued to offer cigarettes, handing one to Song Xianglan, whose chin, which had been held high, instantly dropped.

He bent down and skillfully pulled out the bench next to Song Xianglan and sat down.

"Third Aunt," Song Qiang said with a smile, abandoning his boss-like demeanor, "I ran into something and was delayed. I brought a few boxes of good bird's nest from Guangzhou, I'll deliver them to your house this afternoon."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Song Tingting.

"Tingting, go sit with Yuzhu and the others. It's easier for girls to sit together and talk."

Song Tingting didn't want to sit at the same table as her second aunt and the others, so she pulled Shen Huijun and ran to the table next to them.

Song Yuzhu, Song Yulu, and the others had already waved to them. Several of the married sisters had also returned to the village today. They rarely saw each other, but now they all surrounded Song Tingting, chattering and asking about the situation at Beijing University.

The banquet has begun.

Cold dishes and hot stir-fries were served in a continuous stream to the table.

Boiled squid, boiled tiger prawns, and salt and pepper pork ribs.

Steamed crab with glutinous rice, steamed scallops with garlic and vermicelli, and stir-fried razor clams with ginger and scallions.

One dish after another was served.

Song Qiang picked up the bottle, filled Song Xianglan's glass with Moutai, and placed a large piece of crisp jellyfish head on her plate.

"Third Aunt, I'm thinking of opening a branch office in Shenzhen."

Song Xianglan picked up her wine glass and took a sip: "Okay. Shenzhen is a land of great potential, its development is unstoppable. You can focus on freight forwarding and customs clearance, and also open a security company while you're at it."

"Let's get these two things done first, and then we can develop other businesses later."

The experiences from past lives are there for all to see.

Shenzhen is located near a port, so import and export trade is like picking up money off the ground.

With more wealthy people, the demand for security services skyrockets.

There are many veterans, so it's a good opportunity to find them a legitimate job.

Song Xianglan's mind was filled with thoughts of the soldiers in Kunming.

Most of them are discharged from the military and go back home to farm.

Only those cadres were eligible for a career change.

"I won't stop you from doing business." Song Xianglan put down her wine glass, tapped the table with her chopsticks, "But I'll give you a piece of advice: never forget your original intention."

"If you lead the way to wealth, you have to provide for those who follow you. The security company workers are incredibly dedicated; their salaries must be double what they earn elsewhere. Bonuses and subsidies also need to be provided."

Song Qiang nodded repeatedly and raised his glass to toast Song Xianglan.

"Auntie is right. I heard your transport team set up a fund. I'll do the same. The company will establish a fund and allocate 10% of its profits each year to help employees in need."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Song Xianglan stopped biting the crab.

As she used her chopsticks to place a large piece of pork rib into her bowl, she overheard someone say, "Ten percent profit."

"Oh, it's Song Qiang."

Song Xianghe stared blankly, "Giving all ten percent of the profits in a year to outsiders? You're being far too generous."

"Your second aunt's family is dirt poor. You need to help others, so why not use those ten points to help me first?"

Song Xiangmei, who was drinking soup nearby, choked and coughed, staring wide-eyed at Song Xianghe:

"Second sister, put your face under a millstone and wear it down a bit before you speak. You dare to ask for this money?"

Song Xianglan lifted her eyelids slightly:

"Smearing salt in your asshole, are you bored out of your mind? You're trying to poop even when you don't have any poop, so if you can't talk, just clench your shit-spitting anus."

The people at the table couldn't help but burst into suppressed laughter.

Song Xianghe's face turned pale, and she reached out and stuffed the newly opened pack of cigarettes on the table into the pocket of her jacket.

She picked up another piece of stir-fried sea cucumber with scallions, threw it into her mouth, and chewed.

Chewing and turning back:

"You're full of foul language. You use all your skills to scheme against your own family. All you do is teach the younger generation to throw money around. If your sister-in-law heard you trying to fool Song Qiang like this, she'd tear you apart."

Just then, Sister-in-law Song came over carrying a bowl of freshly served pigeon soup and picked up the conversation.

"I don't understand those big businesses outside."

Sister-in-law Song placed the soup bowl on the table. "But I understand one thing: Third Sister can raise a high-ranking leader, support college students in Beijing, and bring her nephews like Song Qiang out into the world. What she says is true."

Sister-in-law Song turned around and glanced at Song Xianghe.

"The life we ​​have now is something we never dared to dream of before. It's only right that Song Qiang gives ten percent of his income to help his subordinates. This time when he came back, he donated five hundred yuan to the village's elderly association. That's called doing good deeds."

"Our ancestors are also proud."

Five hundred dollars.

Song Xianghe's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Why wouldn't you give that money to your own cousin?"

She turned and shouted at the next table, "Xiao Jun, Xiao Hu, did you hear me? Hurry up and follow Song Qiang to make big money!"

Tang Xiaojun's face flushed red and then turned pale.

He was jealous that Song Qiang could casually pull out 500 yuan to give people, but he just couldn't bring himself to give up his secure job and become a self-employed individual.

"Mom, what are you yelling about?"

Tang Xiaojun stiffened his neck. "I'm a state employee with a secure job. No matter how much money a self-employed person makes, they're still a self-employed person. I'm not going to embarrass myself like that."

Tang Xiaohu remained silent, but his eyes kept glancing at Song Qiang's suit.

Each person had a hundred thoughts swirling in their mind while eating the meal.

After several rounds of drinks, Song west led Wan Xiaoju to each table to offer toasts.

The two walked up to the table. Song west, his face flushed, grabbed Song Xianglan's arm and pulled her up.

"Third Aunt, you should sit at the main table, but you refuse to." Song west slurred.

Song Xianglan remained seated. "Nonsense. Your uncles are sitting at the main table. There's no rule that aunts sit at the main table. But rules can't be broken, so I'll sit here."

Song west leaned over and put his arm around Song Xianglan's shoulder, acting all spoiled: "Third Aunt, how about I bring Xiaoju to your house for dinner tomorrow?"

"Okay. Tell me what you want to eat."

"Let's eat gua bao. And braised pork belly." Song west smacked his lips. "Back then, my brothers and I would eat with you, and we'd scrape every last drop of lard off the bottom of the bowl. Xiao Ju hasn't tried your cooking yet."

Standing to the side, Wan Xiaoju held a wine glass and sweetly called out:

"Thank you for your help, Auntie."

Song Qiang sat on the side, coldly watching Wan Xiaoju.

His eyes were full of disdain.

His eyes turned cold, and he raised his long leg, kicking Song west's leg hard.

"Get out of here," Song Qiang cursed. "You think you can walk like a cat just because you drank a little bit of cat pee? Hurry up and take your wife to another table to offer toasts, don't bother Auntie here."

Song west jumped up and down, "Third Aunt isn't just yours alone!"

These words were spoken.

The nephews at the two tables next to us were in an uproar.

Song Fei squeezed in, holding a wine glass: "Third Aunt is our Third Aunt."

Song Yang chimed in, "Now Song Dong, Song Fei, and Nan Nanbei have completely monopolized Third Aunt's territory, and we can't even get close to her."

Song Fei spat, "Stop talking nonsense. We work for Third Aunt, so what's wrong with her being a little nicer to us?"

The whole courtyard was noisy and chaotic.

Song Xiangmei joked, "Don't you guys care about your eldest aunt?"

"We love Auntie. Her cooking skills are unparalleled." The group laughed.

Seeing that everyone had almost finished eating, Song Qiang's wife, Yang Liu, approached Song Xianglan, holding her breath, as peanut and taro soup and matsutake mushroom buns were served on the table. "Third Aunt," she pleaded, "please, I beg you, do me justice."