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

A short while later.

The meal is ready.

The aroma was so strong that even the villagers passing by couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Everyone inhaled the aroma in the air, looking completely blissful as if they were enjoying a feast of delicacies.

Song west and Song Fei carried out two old square tables from the storage room.

The stone tables in the courtyard were placed together.

Fu Bao and You Bao, the two little ones, used their hands and feet to climb up the stone bench onto the table.

Song Fei reached out to hug Youbao, teasing him, "Youbao, you little guy, you're not even as tall as the table leg, yet you're thinking about eating at the table."

Youbao was waving a chopstick around when he saw Song Fei reach out and suddenly opened his mouth, biting Song Fei's thumb in the mouth.

"Ouch."

Song Fei hissed, but didn't dare to pull his hand away forcefully.

Youbao's newly grown teeth, like tiny millstones, rubbed vigorously against Song Fei's knuckles.

He chuckled, and glistening saliva dripped down Song Fei's fingers.

Shen Huijun walked over.

She slapped Youbao's chubby little bottom and lifted the child off the table.

"This child is over a year old, and his speech isn't as fluent as Fu Bao's. All he does all day is bite people and giggle like an idiot." Shen Huijun complained, but gently wiped the child's mouth with her hands.

Song Fei shook the drool off his hands.

He squatted down and lifted Youbao onto his shoulders, making him ride like a horse. "This is called a slow talker. Come on, let's go home with your uncle this afternoon to catch some chicks."

He had only taken two steps when his body suddenly froze.

His expression shifted from smugness to distorted contortions in an instant, finally settling on a look of utter helplessness.

Song Xianglan came out carrying a large pot of steaming hot lobster porridge.

The pot was filled with pinkish-white fish slices and bright red shrimp shells, and the rice was cooked until it was very soft.

"Song Fei, what are you standing there like a doorman for? Put Youbao down," Song Xianglan called out.

"Third Aunt...youbao, that boy, he..." Song Fei's voice trembled.

Shen Huijun ran over and saw that Song Fei's back was soaked, with water stains seeping down the fabric.

"Youbao, why did you pee so suddenly?" Shen Huijun stomped her feet.

Youbao sat on Song Fei's shoulders, clapping and laughing.

"Giggle giggle."

Song Fei sighed helplessly and put Youbao down.

Everyone was doubled over with laughter, and Song Tingting, wiping away tears, said, "How dare you let him ride on a horse?"

Shen Huijun ran upstairs and brought down an old shirt that Song Xiangdong had worn, along with a towel for Shen Fei.

Shen Fei went to fetch water first.

Mentioning the bathroom for showering and changing clothes.

Fu Bao stood to the side, pinching her little nose and shouting loudly:

"My son is so embarrassed. He peed his pants."

Wan Xiaoju remained quiet, watching her family laugh heartily.

The aroma of lobster congee wafted far and wide on the wind.

Song Xiang served everyone a large bowl of porridge.

Shen Huijun took a sip of the porridge, her eyes lighting up. "Mom, why does this porridge smell so good? Was the rice fried in oil first?"

"You're so good with your mouth."

Song Xianglan used a large ladle to serve porridge to everyone. "Half of the rice is fried until golden brown, and the other half is plain white rice. Porridge cooked this way has an oily coating and is much more fragrant than plain white rice porridge."

Song Tian drank two bowls.

While gnawing on salt and pepper ribs, she mumbled, "My third aunt's cooking skills are so good, she'd be a huge hit if she opened a restaurant in the city, but unfortunately, she's just too lazy to cook."

Song Fei returned after changing his clothes.

"Third Aunt, I have to go back to Haishi tomorrow. The shops there can't be left unattended."

Song Xianglan placed a piece of fish into Fu Bao's bowl. "Is your wife going with you?"

Mentioning his wife, Song Fei put down his chopsticks, his face full of worry: "I asked her to come with me, but she absolutely refused, insisting on staying home and waiting for the land to be distributed to individual households. Third Aunt, could you please try to persuade her for me?"

Song Xianglan put down her bowl. "It's not good for a couple to live apart for a long time. When a man has money, his mind tends to wander."

Your wife can go later. It would be best if you and your brothers, along with your parents, separated after the land was divided among households, so that each family could have their own homestead and private plot.

Koizumi Brigade has a good coastline.

In the future, if a large company takes a liking to this area and develops tourism, many people's houses will be demolished or converted into guesthouses.

It's difficult to get approval for homestead land.

It would be better to separate them now, so that we can get more money when the land is demolished later.

The areas that are not demolished can be used to build houses for homestays and restaurants, which are spacious enough for even a family to live in.

Song Fei nodded vigorously: "I've got it. I'll tell my parents when I get home tonight."

Song Tian and the others also said that they would go back and discuss it.

It would be better if each brother separated.

Wan Xiaoju sat to the side, eating the porridge in her bowl with her head down.

He didn't say a word.

Song west kept putting food on her plate.

After lunch, everyone went home.

Song Xianglan told Song Yuzhu and Song Yulu to stay a couple more days until they had had enough fun before going back.

Song Tian looked at his younger sister, Song Yulu, and said, "Aren't you going home? Youde will definitely come to pick you up, and then he'll start nagging you again."

"I'll stay at my aunt's for two days to get rid of the smell of medicine all over me," Song Yulu said, her head bowed.

Song Tian took out the ten yuan that Chen Zui had given him from his pocket and forced it into Song Yulu's hand.

"Okay, stay a few more days. Here's some money for your spending money. Buy whatever you want to eat. I hope you're happy like before."

"Brother, I have money, I can't take your money," Song Yulu declined.

"Take it if I give it to you. You'll still be my sister even after you get married." Song Tian pinched Song Yulu's nose. "You should learn from Tingting in the future. Don't be too sensible. Women who are too sensible don't have a good life in their husband's family."

Song Tingting retorted, "Am I being unreasonable?"

Song Tian laughed, "You're like a little hedgehog."

He turned and pulled Chen Zui aside, whispering a few words to him.

Chen Zui, who had been yawning, suddenly brightened up after hearing Song Tian's words: "Really?"

"I can't lie to you, no matter who else I lie to."

Chen Zui turned around and waved to Song Xianglan, "Godmother, I'm going to stay with Brother Song Tian for a few days. He'll take me out to play."

"Okay. Just don't go to dangerous places."

Chen Zui went inside and brought out a suitcase.

Song Tian picked up Chen Zui's suitcase, and the two young people ran quickly out of the yard.

Song Xianglan grabbed a few bright red plums from the basin.

I had just been discharged from the hospital when I bumped into Old Mrs. Yu from next door.

Old Mrs. Yu stood at the base of the wall.

Looking at the sumptuous meal that hadn't yet been cleared from the Song family's courtyard, she couldn't hide the jealousy in her eyes.

"Old Song, is it like New Year's Day every day in your family? I think you're living the high life." Old Mrs. Yu said sarcastically.

Song Xianglan took a bite of a plum, her mouth filled with a sweet and sour taste. "What business is it of mine whether I celebrate the New Year or not? I have money and I'm happy to do what I want. Can you get full just by smelling it?"

Old Mrs. Yu choked, her face turning pale, and after a long pause, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Can you help me make some money?"

Song Xianglan stopped in her tracks. "The people I recruit for my transport team must be loyal and devoted. If you're jealous of me, you'll definitely stab me in the back. I can't let an old bastard like you in."

"Old hag Song, you..." Old Mrs. Yu trembled with anger.

"Alright. Stop eyeing other people's meat all the time."

Song Xianglan: "In a few days, the land will be distributed to individual households. If you have any brains, don't stubbornly stick to rice cultivation."

Plant some cash crops, such as some expensive vegetables, or grow some fruit trees on the hillside.

You can raise livestock even if you don't want to farm. You can grow fruit trees on the mountain and raise chickens and ducks. Or you can raise pigs.

Qingyang has a good climate.

She plans to plant her entire plot of land with premium vegetables after the land is divided.

Fruit trees are grown on the mountain, but I haven't met a single reliable person from an agricultural college. Otherwise, I could grow vegetables and cultivate mushrooms in plastic greenhouses.

She also has a fleet of trucks she works with, and she'll be able to make money by doing cold chain transportation.

Qingyang has a port and can also handle exports.

Old Mrs. Yu stood there, muttering to herself:

"Raising pigs is too smelly, raising chickens and ducks seems endless, growing vegetables is too tiring... I'm clearly destined to be a landlady."

Song Xianglan: "You have the fate of a poor man and the ailments of a landlady."

She couldn't be bothered with this daydreaming old man.

As I passed by Zhou Fang's house, I subconsciously glanced inside the wall.

A dark figure darted past from the corner of the yard.

Song Xianglan's heart skipped a beat.

Zhou Fang's family also has antiques and gold bars buried in Yan Ergou's family cemetery.

She immediately stopped and ran home.

He went into the kitchen, grabbed the freshly sharpened pig-slaughtering knife, and tucked it into his lower back.

He casually picked up a heavy carrying pole.

"Mom, where are you going?" Song Tingting finished washing the dishes and put them in the cupboard.

"Go take a look at the vegetable garden." Song Xianglan said, and like a gust of wind, she arrived at Zhou Fang's doorstep.

She tiptoed to the base of Zhou Fang's courtyard wall.

Song Xianglan pressed herself against the shadows, her ears twitching, and she heard a faint sound coming from the center of the courtyard.

"Brother, that woman wasn't wrong, this family really is rich," a man with a hoarse voice asked in a low voice.

"How do I move the TV and fan out?"

"He was beaten to death on the road in broad daylight, before he even left the village."

"Stop talking nonsense. Take a nap here first, and we'll clear the area in the middle of the night."

Song Xianglan gripped the carrying pole tightly in her hands.

Those thieves who dared to plot against her on her turf are asking for trouble.