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

A few more guests arrived.

After trying the food, I readily paid for it.

Some were hesitant to buy, but Song Xianglan smiled and offered them samples. "Elder sister, try a longan."

The other person waved their hand hastily, "I'm not eating."

Song Xianglan offered it to her without hesitation, saying, "Have one to try. You don't need to spend any money."

The other woman looked like the kind of woman who had lost herself for the sake of her life and family.

Her hair was gray, and the burdens of life had bent her shoulders and back.

She took the longan from Song Xianglan's hand and savored it slowly. The wrinkles on her brow gradually smoothed out, and her dry, well-like eyes gathered a few sparkles of starlight.

"Sweet, so delicious."

Song Xianglan smiled and peeled another longan. "This is for you."

"Thank you. This is the first time someone has given me something."

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with understanding and helplessness.

After the old lady left.

Song Xianglan asked Song Tingting to watch the stall here.

She glanced around the crowd. A woman in blue overalls and a red armband was sweeping the floor with a large broom.

If you can get a job as a sanitation worker near the center of Beijing, your family must have connections.

They have the best sources of information.

Song Xianglan broke off a large banana from the basket; its peel was almost bursting.

They used to cultivate relationships.

"Sister, take a break. You've worked hard cleaning up all this fruit peels and scraps of paper." Song Xianglan's face was full of wrinkles, showing her kindness.

The sanitation worker paused, looking at the plump, long banana that Song Xianglan handed her. The fine lines at the corners of her eyes were as vivid as chrysanthemums.

This rare item costs more than two yuan per kilogram at the supply and marketing cooperative, but she couldn't bear to buy it.

The older sister didn't refuse and casually put it in her pocket.

"Hey sister, I need to ask you something," Song Xianglan said in a low voice, leaning closer. "Do you know where there are any houses for sale around here? Any size is fine. A distant relative of mine wants to buy a place in Beijing so it will be convenient for their child to go to school."

The older sister looked around and whispered, "You've come to the right person. I heard a couple of days ago that a family in the alley where my sister-in-law lives is going to sell."

That family's house was confiscated before, and they were sent to a farm in Northwest China. They were just exonerated and returned home, and they got their old house back.

But now they say they're going abroad to stay with relatives and don't plan to come back; they're in a hurry to get rid of the business.

Song Xianglan's heart skipped a beat, but her face remained as calm as a mountain.

She patted the sanitation worker's hand and said, "Hey, could you ask around about this? If you can get the house deal done, I'll give you a minimum referral fee of twenty yuan."

Twenty yuan.

That's half a month's salary.

The older sister's eyes lit up, and her voice became enthusiastic.

"Okay. I'll ask them for you when I go home for lunch. But I reckon they won't be available until the weekend. Will you still be in this area on Saturday? You can come find me then, or ask the security guards about Zhang Juying."

"Okay, I'll wait here."

Song Xianglan began to make plans in her mind.

Having shops alone is not enough; you also need to own your own property.

Cash on hand will depreciate in value; only real estate will appreciate.

Before I even got back to my stall, I heard Song Tingting shout angrily:

"You've already tried the food; each person was only allowed one bite. Why are you eating and taking some with you?"

An old man with a receding hairline was reaching for the reddest dragon fruit, muttering to himself:

"You're so stingy with the samples. This is such a big ball, how can I taste anything from just one bite? I need to eat one, and besides, my son and grandson want to try it too. I'll take eight back for them to try first, and if they like it, they'll come over and support me."

The old lady next to him, wearing a gray jacket, grabbed a handful of longans and stuffed them into her pocket.

Song Tingting held onto the old lady's sleeve tightly.

"You can't take them. These are for sale. Who gave you permission to put them in your pockets?"

The old lady glared at Song Tingting, her voice even louder:

"Who says I can't sample them? Others can sample them, why can't I? Who gave you permission to set up a stall at the mall entrance? You're blocking my way, so what's wrong with me eating two of your rotten fruits?"

"Don't be stingy, young lady. I'll come back to buy more tomorrow if I enjoy my meal."

Song Tingting grabbed her, refusing to let her leave. The old lady simply collapsed and howled, "You little vixen from out of town, you dare to lay a hand on me? I'll tear your face off and stomp on it!"

"You shameless soft-skinned brat, I'll have my old man give you a good beating."

Song Xianglan's temper flared up instantly.

She rushed over in a few strides and kicked the old woman's plump buttocks.

"Ouch!" The old lady was kicked and fell face-first into the dirt.

Song Xianglan didn't stop. She grabbed the old man's shirt collar with her left hand and swung her right hand in a wide arc, giving the balding man a sharp slap.

"You old beggar, the fruit I painstakingly transported from thousands of miles away isn't meant to feed you two old beasts!" Song Xianglan shouted.

"It doesn't do anything related to humans. It only gets reincarnated once every hundred years. When it sees fruit, it reveals its animalistic nature."

The old lady got up.

It bared its teeth and claws, trying to scratch Song Xianglan's face.

Song Tingting dropped the scale and came up to help.

"Tingting, stay away." Song Xianglan shoved her daughter away. "When old folks fight, you, as a student, shouldn't get involved. Watch how Mom deals with these two old bastards."

Song Xianglan handled the two opponents with ease.

She had slaughtered pigs for most of her life, and her body was full of deadly strength.

She punched and hit him repeatedly.

The words in his mouth popped out like firecrackers.

"You old sparrow in a flowery jacket, you're no good bird by your looks. When you were young, money just rolled in the air, you were born a cuckold. Half the men of Beijing gave your children such good looks, your mixed-race family is really something else."

"You two are blatantly robbing me here. You've gotten used to taking things from the neighborhood men for free, haven't you? Of all the turtles in the pond, your head is the greenest. Wearing green hats so often, you'll end up bald from being green all the time."

A crowd of onlookers formed several layers around the area.

Hearing these vicious words, some people couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The old lady was furious.

He retorted with inappropriate insults:

"You beggar from some backwater. Even dogs wouldn't eat your food. I'll beat you to death, you out-of-town pig."

"The things I brought from this remote, impoverished place were grown by my own hands, and I sold them for hard-earned money." Song Xianglan slapped him again with her backhand.

"Your family's wealth all came from your own two legs and your man's cowardly behavior. Shameless local pig, you'd fight over food even if dogs wouldn't eat it."

Song Xianglan has a knack for hitting people.

They specifically pinched the groin and ribs.

The elderly couple were pinched so hard they were twitching, but no big marks were left.

The old man with the Mediterranean hair, realizing he couldn't win, swept up a pile of half-broken bricks nearby.

His eyes flashed with ferocity, and he pounced, grabbing a brick and charging forward.

Song Xianglan has a sharp eye.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two police officers in blue uniforms rushing towards us in the distance.

The old man swung the first brick, but his movement was slow and it missed its mark.

Song Xianglan thought to herself: The old man has such poor eyesight. If you don't hit me, how can I stage an accident?

She estimated the distance, and when the old man swung the second brick horizontally, instead of dodging, she deliberately tilted her head and leaned closer.

There was no other way; if she didn't go to meet it, it would have hit the wrong spot again.

"Bang!"

A brick struck his forehead, and blood flowed instantly.

"Murder!"

Song Xianglan let out a mournful howl.

While the old man was stunned, she suddenly thrust her knee upwards, hitting him squarely in the groin.

The old man screamed and collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach.

Song Xianglan twisted her body and pulled the old woman who was lunging at her to the ground.

When the police rushed into the crowd.

What I saw was Song Xianglan, her head covered in blood after being hit by a brick, swaying and collapsing to the ground.

"Mom!" Song Tingting cried and rushed over.

Song Xianglan leaned into one of the police officers' arms and secretly tapped Song Tingting's hand three times with her fingers.

Song Tingting was stunned, and her tears fell even more fiercely.

She hugged Song Xianglan and began to wail, "Police officer, help me! These two old scoundrels not only robbed me, but they also tried to kill my mother with bricks!"

To support my university education, my mother carried baskets weighing two or three hundred pounds all the way to Beijing to sell fruit; she almost lost her life in Beijing.

The onlookers were heartbroken by Song Tingting's crying.

"This old couple is outrageous; they hit people on the head with bricks right there in the street."

"I saw that Old Hu was really ruthless."

"Old Hu is a local bully. He's used to being domineering and tyrannical; even when the neighbors go grocery shopping, he always manages to rip them off."

"Even passing dogs get slapped."

The old man and woman fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

When he opened his mouth to defend himself, he was drowned in the spittle of those around him.

"The Hu family, relying on having several sons, knows how to bully the neighbors all day long. Anyone who dares to talk back gets slapped."

"The day before yesterday, Xiao Liu, who sells popsicles on the back street, had his arm broken by his son."

"Last week, Old Hu beat up an elderly person living alone."

Old Hu swept his gaze around menacingly, "If you have the guts, don't hide behind me and say it."

Song Xianglan covered her forehead with one hand and kicked Old Hu in the face. "I kicked you to avenge Little Liu and the lonely old man who were bullied by you."

After kicking her, she cried out in pain.

"Dizziness."

She collapsed into the arms of the police officer again.

The police officer looked at Song Xianglan, who was bleeding from her head and had her eyes closed, in his arms, and then at the half of a brick stained with blood next to her. His face turned as black as soot.

"Take them away. Take them all back to the police station."

"Get the victim to the hospital."