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

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhi and his mother slapped their thighs.

He poured out all his bitterness.

"Oh, sister. My life is so hard. What can I do if he's not single? He's such a blockhead, all he does all day is bury himself in his work."

That scumbag Qiao Zhaodi got divorced and found someone else, but now she's still eyeing Zhihe. She's come over several times like a cat stealing fish.

Fortunately, Zhihe still knew better than to go back to an old flame that had been tainted.

Song Xianglan raised her eyebrows.

"She's remarried, why is she still bothering Zhihe?"

"you do not say."

The Queen Mother gritted her teeth and slammed the bamboo stick in her hand into the ground. "Zhihe has only been back for a few days, and this good-for-nothing has secretly come to the village and instructed Baogen to trick him into going to the seaside."

During that time, I noticed Baogen looked shifty and became suspicious, so I followed him around.

Guess what? Qiao Zhaodi was hiding in the windbreak when she saw Zhihe and reached out to unbutton his collar.

If she were to take off her clothes right there and pin it on Zhihe, he wouldn't be able to clear his name even if he had eight mouths. I was so angry I wanted to kick Baogen out as well.

Song Xianglan also had her eyes opened.

"Are you just going to let her cause this trouble?"

"I rushed out on the spot, grabbed her hair and slapped her hard across the face more than a dozen times." Wang's mother spat fiercely. "After beating her, I went back and called my eldest daughter-in-law and eldest daughter, and we headed straight for the village of Qiao Zhaodi's current husband."

In front of his entire family, I exposed all the despicable things Qiao Zhaodi had done.

I pointed my finger at her husband and berated him, saying he couldn't even keep his own belt around his waist, so he chained her up at home. He told her to stay away from causing trouble for other people's families.

"That Qiao Zhaodi, who never tightens her belt, is hopeless when things are tough for her."

The Queen Mother took several deep breaths.

"I heard that cripple is a formidable opponent, and he doesn't hold back when he beats people. Call me ruthless if you want, but I just won't let Qiao Zhaodi have a chance to come out."

Even if Zhihe remains a bachelor for life, I will never let him go back to that rotten apple.

After saying that, he spat.

Song Xianglan nodded, then changed the subject, "Sister-in-law, what do you think of Lin Fang from the Ugly Girl's family? I just don't know if she's suitable."

The Queen Mother was taken aback.

His old face beamed with joy.

"That poor little Lin Fang, I never even dared to dream of her. To be honest, I've secretly thought about it several times. That girl Lin Fang is capable and honest."

But Zhihe is a divorced man with three children to support; even passing dogs avoid him. How could he be a match for Lin Fang?

"The ugly girl has the same thoughts, hoping that Xiaofang can find a reliable family who cares about her. Zhihe is honest and reliable, and you, as her mother-in-law, are understanding and reasonable."

Song Xianglan made her stance clear: she wanted to keep the ugly girl.

The Queen Mother patted her chest with a resounding thud.

"Xianglan, please pass on a message to Ugly Girl for me. If Lin Fang is willing to be with Zhihe, I, this old man, will take care of Daya and the others. I will not let Lin Fang suffer the slightest bit."

Zhihe handed over every penny of his earnings to Lin Fang. How the young couple managed their lives behind closed doors was none of my concern.

As long as my son can find a wife.

The rain stopped, the wind died down, and she was back to normal, fully recovered.

Song Xianglan smiled.

"Okay, go back and sound out Zhihe's opinion. If he's willing, I'll act as the go-between."

"What could a nobody like him possibly be unwilling to do? It's only because his ancestors sent gifts and exerted great effort in the afterlife that Lin Fang took a liking to him."

They exchanged a few more words before parting ways.

The Queen Mother picked up the bamboo stick and walked home with swift steps.

Song Xianglan returned home.

First, he went to talk to Liu Chou Nu about it, and Liu Chou Nu quickly agreed.

"Let's arrange for them to meet next time Zhihe comes back."

"I'll give you an address. Go to the county and find him. Just say I introduced him, and beat up Wu Baojun in a few days."

Liu Chounu hurriedly took the note and went to the county.

Nie Erhua pickled all the duck and goose eggs into a jar and sealed it.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

There were two dishes and a soup on the table.

There was also a plate of stir-fried bell peppers and goose eggs, glistening with oil and golden brown.

Song Xianglan washed her hands and sat down to eat. After taking a couple of bites, she instructed, "Erhua, after you finish eating, go and tell Sanhua and Sihua to have their men go directly to the workshop construction site to find Master Chen to work for them tomorrow."

Nie Erhua nodded repeatedly.

After she finished eating, she took the bowls and chopsticks to the well to wash them clean and put them in the cupboard. Then she pushed out the old-fashioned bicycle, climbed on, and went out the door.

After delivering the message to her two younger sisters, Nie Erhua said she had to return to the county town.

She has been penalized for taking a day off, and she has already taken several days off.

Besides, we can't let Lin Fang and Tang Juhua be busy.

I turned a corner on my bike and headed straight for Yanjiazhuang.

She wandered around the end of the village and found a dilapidated courtyard with half of the mud wall collapsed and the kitchen roof leaking.

A thin, old woman was sitting in the courtyard, cutting out shoe patterns with a pair of scissors.

Nie Erhua parked her bicycle.

He walked over and asked directly, "Auntie, do you want to do a job that pays?"

The old woman lifted her eyelids to look at her.

"You look familiar."

"Every other day, I'll go to Yan Ergou's grave on the mountain, throw excrement at him, and insult him and his ancestors for eighteen generations. The monthly wage is four yuan, and I'll pay another four yuan to cover the cost of your excrement."

Nie Erhua took out a few banknotes from her pocket and waved them. "Shovel away the soil you used to smear the excrement in a few days. Once the coffin is soaked, get some fresh soil and continue smearing it."

The old woman's cloudy eyes gleamed.

He tossed aside the scissors, his eyes never leaving the money.

"Where can you find such a windfall? Don't worry, my mouth is notoriously sharp for miles around. I guarantee I'll curse his ancestors for eighteen generations into a headache in the middle of the night."

Nie Erhua took out six yuan and stuffed it into her hand.

"This is your first month's wages and half a month's sewage fee. The sewage fee for the remaining half month will be given to you along with next month's wages."

If you do a good job, I'll ask you to do this job again the month after next.

The old woman rolled up the money and stuffed it into her waistband.

Grabbing a manure scoop and a broken bucket from the corner, he said, "Don't worry, we'll start today."

Beijing.

The wind carried a slight chill.

Song Tingting took the key and pushed open the door of the newly acquired street-facing shop.

Since Chen Zui followed Song Yang around Qingyang, he hasn't gone back and came directly to Beijing to find her.

Chen Zui is like a black, oily monkey who loves to wear flashy, floral clothes.

He stroked his chin and walked around the shop.

He gestured with his finger in the air, "Tingting, this single shop is too cramped. Listen to me, buy the one next door too, and knock down the wall in the middle. I'll come up with a design plan, and I guarantee it will be bright and impressive."

Song Tingting asked Chen Zui to draw a sketch on the spot.

Chen Zui went to the stationery store next door and bought a pen and a notebook. He then sat down at the counter and drew a diagram.

I only returned to the shop to give it to her after I finished drawing it.

Song Tingting took the sketch drawn by Chen Zui and her eyes lit up.

The drawings depict large glass shop windows, neatly arranged clothes racks, and mannequins wearing clothes.

There are also sofas in the shop for customers to rest.

It was exactly the same as the TV series she occasionally saw on television broadcast by the TV station on the other side of the strait back in her hometown.

Very stylish.

"It's not enough for clothes to just hang there; they need to be styled."

Chen Zui tapped the blueprints. "I asked a friend in Gangcheng to send you some of the latest fashion magazines. You can study them in your spare time. You might as well take a course in fine arts or fashion design."

Song Tingting thanked her repeatedly.

To thank Chen Zui for his help, the two went to eat the most authentic Peking duck in Beijing.

They then ventured into the alleyways in search of local delicacies.

Chen Zui became addicted to the hutong culture of Beijing.

After finishing their snacks, the two strolled into the antique market and secondhand furniture shops and began their shopping spree.

A complete set of rosewood tables and chairs, a carved canopy bed, a dusty blue and white porcelain vase, the Four Treasures of the Study and a display shelf, rosewood ornaments and furniture...

We bought so many things that the shop couldn't possibly hold them all.

Song Tingting gritted her teeth, turned around and ran to find a real estate agent to look at courtyard houses.

At that time, no one cared about courtyard houses.

For just over ten thousand yuan, you can get a large courtyard in a good location with a covered walkway.

Fortunately, Song Xianglan brought her two bankbooks with her, and she had also made some money from her small-scale reselling in Beijing.

Song Tingting paid for a two-courtyard house.

Upon seeing the incredibly low price, Chen Zui didn't hesitate to take out his money and buy a set as well.

He was still not giving up, so he dragged Song Tingting to order two more sets of rosewood furniture, specifying that one set should be placed in his own yard and the other set should be given to Song Xianglan as a thank-you gift.

Along with the two large blue-and-white porcelain vases he had found, he also specially wrapped them up and kept them for Song Xianglan.

Song Tingting ran to the post office to make a long-distance call to Song Xianglan.

"Mom, everyone in Beijing is rushing to go abroad right now, and a lot of people are selling their houses to buy plane tickets. I've already bought two shops and a courtyard house. I'm going to register at school the day after tomorrow."

Chen and I bought a lot of furniture and antiques, but it doesn't look right to just pile them up in the courtyard house.

Upon hearing this, Song Xianglan immediately made the decision.

"I'll be going to Beijing in the next couple of days. Is the courtyard house far from your shop?"

"It's a bit far. My shop is closer to the Second Ring Road."

"Then rent a house near the shop. I'll stay there temporarily. I'll tidy up the courtyard house when I get there."

Song Xianglan was incredibly proactive.

After hanging up the phone, I went directly to the warehouse in Qingyang County to check the inventory.

Clothing, color TV, refrigerator, electronic watch—all were neatly packed.

Boxes of dried abalone, dried shrimp, and dried fish were sealed and transported directly to the train station for shipment to Beijing.

Halfway there, she ran into Wu Baojun's neighbor. She said Song Xianglan had left a deep impression on her, and after chatting for a few minutes, she said:

"Wu Baojun was ruined by his sister-in-law. Lu Xiuyu lost her job and got divorced."

Wu Baojun, I don't know who he offended, had his legs broken. They say he won't be able to get out of bed for at least a month.

Song Xianglan clicked her tongue: "Could it be that he liked married women and got beaten up by someone else?"

The other party: ... "Everyone says it was his fellow disciple who did it."

Song Xianglan joked around for a bit and then went home.

She collected over 200 kilograms of freshly picked dragon fruit, bananas, and longans from the village.

They packed everything into bamboo baskets and snakeskin bags, carried them on shoulder poles, and squeezed onto the northbound green train.

I bought a sleeper ticket.

The train carriage was packed with people.

The train rattled along for a day and a night.

Song Xianglan washed her face, filled a small wicker basket with bright yellow bananas and round longans, and walked along the aisle, one carriage at a time, towards the back of the train.

"Fresh longan from Qingyang, and bananas with thin skin and thick flesh. Anyone want to buy?"

A well-dressed older woman peeked out, stared at the longans in the basket, and swallowed hard.

"How much are these longans?"

Song Xianglan stopped in her tracks: "One yuan and twenty cents a pound."

The old woman gasped and waved her hands, "Oh dear, this is more expensive than pork!"

Song Xianglan smiled and lifted the basket, placing it right under the old woman's nose.

"Old lady, you can find pork everywhere when you get home, but where are you going to buy these fresh longans that have just been picked from the tree and still have their green leaves on?"