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

Song Xianglan entered her courtyard, grabbed the large teapot on the table, and gulped down half a pot of cold boiled water.

The teacup slammed heavily onto the table.

"That bastard Song Qiang is a real piece of work, and Yang Liu is a spineless coward too." Song Xianglan sat in her chair and started arguing. "Whenever something happens, they just cry and whine, pushing the blame onto others."

She can't stand on her own two feet, so if she ends up living a miserable life, she can only blame herself. She has money and five daughters, yet she's desperately demanding child support from Song Qiang. Isn't life better without having to serve a man?

Shen Huijun and Song Tingting stood to the side.

No one dared to utter a sound.

"Old Song is an even bigger idiot. When he chose a burial site for his parents, he was definitely stingy and didn't give the feng shui master enough money."

Song Xianglan got angrier and angrier as she cursed, and even dragged her elder brother into it.

"The feng shui of the Song family is in complete chaos, producing only crooked and deformed children who can't control their lower bodies."

And then there's that blind fortune teller at the village entrance, spouting nonsense and insisting that Song Qiang is destined to be childless. Now, Song Qiang has thrown all shame at him for that utter rubbish.

"The Song family's ancestor didn't do any work down there. If you have a descendant like that, you'll dream about him every day and beat him up."

The ancestors of the Song family... the price of their spirits entering dreams is very high, and the price of them entering dreams every day is even more terrible. They do not want their souls to be scattered for the sake of their unworthy descendants.

After venting her anger, Song Xianglan calmed down.

Much more comfortable.

She looked up at Shen Huijun and sternly instructed her:

"Huijun, listen carefully. If Xiangdong ever dares to mess around with shady women again, don't bother arguing with him. Just take a pair of scissors and cut that thing off, then make him your sister."

"He treats you like a sister, so you deliberately find men to flaunt in front of him."

Shen Huijun shuddered in fright and quickly nodded:

"Mom, I've got it."

Song Xianglan turned to look at Song Tingting, "Tingting, you should remember this too. Keep your eyes open when you're looking for a partner in the future."

If you encounter a jerk, don't hesitate; run away in the middle of the night, even if you have to carry your bed. If all else fails, we can have the father keep the child; sons and daughters are the same, and if we have one, we'll raise it well.

Fu Bao, sitting in the small bamboo cart next to her, looked up and stared at Song Xianglan with her big eyes.

"Cut! Cut, cut!" Fu Bao waved her chubby little hands.

Song Xianglan's anger instantly dissipated.

She bent down, scooped Fu Bao into her arms, and kissed her chubby little face.

"Our Fubao is the best. If we don't meet a good man in the future, we won't get married. Grandma will earn you a mountain of gold, and we'll spend it ourselves."

Fu Bao gave Song Xianglan a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Jinshan. Baohua."

Youbao, sitting on a bamboo stool next to him, was drooling and laughing.

Song Xianglan glanced at Youbao and reached out to pinch his little nose.

"When you grow up, don't be a scumbag like your uncle, and don't be a simp either."

Youbao couldn't understand.

He continued drooling and grinning foolishly.

Song Xianglan sighed; the boy looked a bit silly.

Chen Zui sat on the threshold, hugging his knees, barely daring to breathe.

He was terrified that his godmother's anger would fall on him; he was still an innocent, naive young man.

He would steal glances at her from the corner of his eye every now and then.

When Song Xianglan caught a glimpse of Chen Zui's pitiful appearance, her tone softened.

"Chen Zui, what would you like to eat tonight?"

Chen swallowed hard, not daring to order food at this crucial moment.

"Godmother, it's too hot in the kitchen, just grab something quick and easy."

Just then, the courtyard gate was pushed open.

Nie Xiaochuan pushed his bicycle in, with Song Xiangmei sitting on the back seat, carrying a basket in her hand.

"Big sister, what brings you here?" Song Xianglan got up to greet her.

"I was afraid you'd get sick from anger, so I came to check on you. Xianghe took Lao Si's tobacco, alcohol, chickens, and ducks and ran away. Qin Ping was so angry that she even started fighting with her grandfather and ancestors."

"What do their dirty business have to do with me? Let them do whatever they want, whether we get a divorce or not." Song Xianglan rolled her eyes.

"My second sister is also short-sighted. She used to act like a city person all the time, but when she went back to her parents' home, it was like the Japanese invaders were entering the village."

Song Xiangmei carried a bamboo basket and went to the well to draw water.

She poured the mangoes and grapes from the basket into a wooden basin and chilled them with well water.

"I don't think Yang Liu will get a divorce," Song Xiangmei sighed. "Yang Liu's family will absolutely not allow her to divorce and come back to freeload. Yang Liu herself doesn't want a divorce either."

Song Xianglan waved her hand.

I don't want to talk about the upsetting things that happened to Song Qiang's family anymore.

She peeled a grape and gave it to Fu Bao. "Xiao Chuan, how are your wedding preparations with Chunxia going?"

When this matter is mentioned...

Song Xiangmei's face lit up with joy.

"We plan to give 680 yuan as a betrothal gift. Chunxia has waited for Xiaochuan for several years; she's an honest and good girl. My Xiaochuan is incredibly lucky to marry her."

Song Xiangmei turned to Nie Xiaochuan and instructed him:

"Whether you have a son or a daughter after marriage is fate, you absolutely must not let this upset Chunxia."

Nie Xiaochuan nodded repeatedly:

"Mom, don't worry. Our Nie family name isn't anything special. I don't care at all whether we have a son to carry on the family line."

Song Xiangmei couldn't stay still when she had free time.

She went into the kitchen.

Seeing a few large sweet potatoes piled up in the corner, he rolled up his sleeves.

"I'll make you some fried dates to try; Xianglan has loved them since she was little."

Song Xianglan said with a smile, "Who didn't like fried food when they were little?"

Song Xiangmei quickly and efficiently washed the sweet potatoes.

Peel and cut into pieces, then steam until cooked.

Hearing the sound, Shen Huijun peeked into the kitchen, swallowed hard as she looked at the ingredients on the cutting board, and asked, "Auntie, could you make something sweet?"

"Yes. I'll go fry some sesame seeds and peanuts right away."

Song Xiangmei opened the refrigerator, took out a piece of fatty meat, chopped it into small pieces, and fried it in a pan to render the golden lard.

She added the shredded carrots and cabbage to the pot and stir-fried them. Finally, she added blanched oysters and seasoned with salt.

Steam the sweet potatoes until cooked, mash them into a paste, and while they are still hot, pour in glutinous rice flour and water, then knead into a smooth yellow dough.

Song Xiangmei pinched off a lump of dough, shaped it into a small bowl, stuffed it with savory filling, sealed it, and rolled it into a ball.

For fillings with sweet fillings, shape them into an oval.

The kitchen was bustling with activity.

At this moment, Nie Xiaochuan ran to Chunxia to tell her the gossip of the day.

Chunxia held onto Nie Xiaochuan's arm, her eyes shining brightly.

Nie Xiaochuan recounted everything that happened at the engagement banquet that day.

Chunxia slapped her thigh in disbelief.

"I can't believe I wasn't there for such a shocking piece of gossip!" Chunxia stomped her foot in frustration, feeling even more regretful than missing out on becoming a millionaire. If she and Nie Xiaochuan were getting married, she would have been there to witness the drama unfold.

It makes me so happy.

"Xiao Chuan, how about we get our marriage certificate tomorrow?"

After getting married, she could go to Songjiazhuang with Nie Xiaochuan. She could then delve into the heart of the scandal and get firsthand gossip.

Nie Xiaochuan was stunned.

"Getting a marriage certificate? Isn't that a bit too hasty?"

"Once we're married, I'll be the legitimate nephew's wife of the Song family. Then, whenever the Song family has a big event like this, I can openly and legitimately enjoy watching."

Nie Xiaochuan… “We’re getting married next month.”

Chunxia acted immediately, grabbing Nie Xiaochuan and running towards the Huang family.

As soon as she entered the door, Chunxia announced to the whole family, "Xiaochuan and I are going to get our marriage certificate tomorrow."

The Huang brothers exchanged glances.

The group breathed a sigh of relief.

The way they looked at Nie Xiaochuan even carried a hint of sympathy.

This kid's in for a rough time.

There's always a mess to clean up, and a hole to fill.

My sister loves to gossip, and she can't keep her mouth shut. She's either offending someone or on her way to offending someone.

Chunxia's mother, Zhang Qin, took out a pre-written letter of introduction from the cabinet.

He stuffed the household registration booklet into Chunxia's hands.

"The Civil Affairs Bureau is still open. Why don't you go and get your certificates done now?" Zhang Qin urged from the side.

Nie Xiaochuan swallowed.

My calves are cramping.

Chunxia glared at her mother reproachfully, "Mom, why are you in such a hurry? You make it sound like I'm desperate to get married."

"How old are you? In a few years, the children of Xiaochuan's peers will be able to have children of their own."

Nie Xiaochuan clutched his chest, his heart hardening.

He quickly spoke up to express his opinion:

"I'll take Chunxia to get our marriage certificate first thing tomorrow morning. I'll treat everyone to lunch at the state-run restaurant tomorrow noon, and the wedding will still be held on the original date."

Zhang Qin: "Don't waste your money going to state-run restaurants."

Holding the letter of introduction, Chunxia excitedly pulled Nie Xiaochuan out the door.

They went straight to Song Xianglan's house.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, Chunxia told her about getting her marriage certificate the next day.

Song Xiangmei was overjoyed and kept talking while holding Chunxia's hand:

"I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Chunxia's eyes curved into crescents as she smiled. She sniffed and glanced straight towards the kitchen.

"What smells so good?"

Song Tingting walked out of the kitchen carrying a large porcelain plate.

The plate was filled with freshly fried dates, their skin golden and crispy, glistening with oil.

"My aunt just fried these, you have a really good nose." Song Tingting smiled and handed her one.

Song Xianglan took three large bowls and divided them into three portions.

"Xiao Chuan, take one bowl to Chunxia's house. Tingting, take these two bowls to Liu Dahua and Widow Wang to have a taste."

Song Tingting responded and took the bowl out.

Song Xianglan stood in the courtyard and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Ugly girl, are you back yet? Come home and have some fried dates."

Just then, the ugly girl carrying a basket on her back entered the yard.

Hearing the call, he responded and washed his face before coming over.

She grabbed a fried date and took a big bite.

"It smells so good." Liu Chounu mumbled between chewing, "Xianglan, our transport team has been doing booming business lately. We're working non-stop every day, and we're really short-handed."

Upon hearing this, Song Tingting immediately chimed in:

"We need more help? My sister-in-law and I will go over and help out these next few days."

Shen Huijun wiped her hands and nodded repeatedly.

Chunxia chimed in, "I'll go help too."

Liu Chounu swallowed the food in her mouth, her eyes revealing an undisguised excitement. "The three of you alone are not enough. We need to recruit new talent."