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

Early in the morning, Chen Zui pushed open the ward door carrying large and small bags.

The rope of the net bag cut into my fingers, leaving several red marks.

He spread the things out on the bedside table and untied the bag.

Fried dough sticks, sugar triangles, red bean buns, jujube paste buns, beef potstickers, mutton and scallion buns, and a dozen or so tea eggs soaked in braising sauce. On the far side were ham sandwiches brought from the hotel.

The ward was instantly filled with the aroma of meat and noodles.

The nurse happened to come in for rounds, and twitched her lips. "Can the two of you finish this?"

Fang Jinming, in the next bed, swallowed hard and loudly agreed, "We can finish it all. Not a single bit will be left."

The nurse rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's not your fault, why are you making such a fuss?"

She left with the ward round record book.

Song Xianglan had already grabbed a beef potsticker and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it until her mouth was full of oil.

"The food in Beijing is so filling." She picked up another red date paste bun. "No wonder the people here are all taller and stronger than those back home. They eat so many carbs every day, how could they not be strong?"

Bao Huaihua smiled and said, "Big sister, even ordinary people in Beijing can't afford to eat like this."

Chen Zui cracked open a tea egg next to him, peeled it, and handed it over.

"Godmother, have an egg to nourish yourself."

Song Xianglan ate the egg, smacked her lips, and said, "This stuff is good, but it's dry. If you had a bowl of our local noodle soup, with some torn fried dough sticks soaked in it, that would be the perfect match. Or you could pour a raw egg into piping hot peanut soup."

Fang Jinming, listening nearby, kept swallowing hard.

"Hey sis, what's this noodle soup you're talking about? It sounds delicious."

"Good stuff, we'll treat you to some next time you come to our place." Song Xianglan ate and drank her fill, then leaned back and pulled the blanket over her stomach. "Oh no, I'm getting dizzy from all the carbon monoxide again."

He closed his eyes.

The snoring started right on time.

I enjoyed two comfortable days.

The Hu family finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Hu Dapao and Hu Laotou are detained inside, and Hu Sanpao hasn't been able to go to work for the past few days, being called in for ideological education classes every day.

Even the streets are taking it seriously.

They kept a close eye on everyone in the Hu family, and even when their grandson got into a fight with his classmates at the alley entrance, they were pulled by the ear and given a lecture.

That morning, Hu Sanpao and a middle-aged man wearing a Zhongshan suit entered the ward.

Director Wang from the subdistrict office.

Hu Sanpao had dark circles under his eyes, looked much thinner, and hunched over as he entered the room.

He placed a brown paper envelope on the bedside table.

"Auntie, we've deeply reflected on our mistakes these past few days," Hu Sanpao said, his voice weak. "Our family acted recklessly. Here's five hundred yuan; please accept it, sign a letter of understanding, and ask the police station to release my older brother first."

Song Xianglan turned over.

She turned her back to him and didn't respond.

Chen Zui pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing his long legs. "Five hundred yuan to appease a beggar? That number sounds unlucky. In my hometown, doing business is all about smooth sailing. If we want to move on from this, we'll need at least six hundred and sixty-six."

Hu Sanpao's face twitched twice.

666!

He spent most of his salary for half a year here.

These past few days he's been writing self-criticisms at the neighborhood office or the post office, his wrists are swollen, and he feels like he's gone back to ten years ago.

If we keep dragging this out...

The post office job is no longer a secure job.

"Fine, six hundred and sixty-six it is." Hu Sanpao gritted his teeth and turned to reach into his pocket.

"Don't rush."

Chen slowly pulled a stack of receipts from his bag. "These are my godmother's food and nutrition expenses for the past few days. Since your family is covering the medical expenses, these should also be settled."

He slammed a stack of papers on the table.

Even the handwritten receipts from the breakfast shop are included.

Hu Sanpao picked it up and looked at it, then his vision went black and he almost fell to the ground.

"How...how can you eat roast duck and hot pot while you're in the hospital? Spending over ten yuan on breakfast alone?" Hu Sanpao pointed at the bill, his hands trembling. "You're treating yourselves like royalty!"

Chen Zui spread his hands and said, "This is our first time in Beijing, and we want to try everything."

Besides, my godmother is frail and lost so much blood; the doctor said she needs to recover. Older people like to eat oily foods, is that alright?

Song Xianglan turned around at the opportune moment and touched her rounded chin.

"It's quite delicious. I think being hospitalized is a good thing."

Director Wang, who was standing next to him, glanced at the receipt and his gums started to hurt.

He never dared to order this much food when entertaining guests with public funds.

This is clearly a case of ruthlessly slaughtering the Hu family.

Director Wang coughed lightly.

"Hu Laosan, this whole thing was started by your family. The old lady was frightened, so it's only right that she eat something good to recover. You brothers should chip in. If it's not enough, have your wives go back to their parents' house to borrow some."

Hu Sanpao's wife and Erpao's wife were standing at the door, and their hearts bled when they heard this.

These two families usually act arrogantly in the alley, and they have indeed accumulated some wealth.

But who can bear being completely drained like that?

They couldn't help but complain that the two old people were too good for them and only knew how to make their children suffer.

The final accounts were settled.

The medical expenses, plus various nutritional expenses, lost wages, and food expenses, totaled 1,960 yuan.

During the few days that Song Xianglan was hospitalized, she underwent a full range of tests, including an electroencephalogram (EEG) and a complete cardiovascular examination, which cost a considerable amount of money.

Hu Erpao's wife's hands trembled as she counted the money.

In the end, those families really did borrow money.

I thought it would be under a thousand yuan, but it turned out to be two thousand.

"This is unbelievable. This is the first time I've ever heard of having to pay so much inexplicable money when you're hospitalized," she muttered to herself.

Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow. "I haven't even calculated the air wear and tear you've caused by standing here yet."

People like you bully men and women in the alleys, wasting air while alive and wasting land when you die.

You all deserve to run into a great person like me every day to teach you a lesson about your bad habits.

Hu Erpao grabbed his wife's arm and yelled.

"Say less."

The money was clearly transferred, and the agreement was signed.

The Hu family slunk out of the ward.

They had just left.

Song Xianglan threw off the covers and got out of bed.

"Chen Zui, process the discharge procedures."

Fang Jinming and Bao Huaihua were filled with reluctance when they heard that she was leaving.

"Big sister, you're being discharged from the hospital already?" Fang Jinming asked with a look of reluctance.

"I'm already fed up. The Hu family has already squeezed me dry, why should I stay here smelling disinfectant?" Song Xianglan distributed the malted milk powder, brown sugar, and peach shortbread that the Hu family had given her to the two families from the bedside table.

"Take this and eat it. You've helped curse the Hu family these past two days, consider this hush money."

Fang Jinming was so moved that his eyes turned red.

These past few days have been the most he's ever eaten and the best he's ever had in his life.

The formalities are complete.

Song Xianglan and Chen Zui carried their things back to the alley.

Just as I reached the gate of the courtyard, Aunt Wu from next door came up to me carrying an enamel basin.

"Oh, my dear sister, you're finally back. I heard from the people in the neighborhood that you got into a fight with the Hu family from the next alley? That old Hu is a real troublemaker; he used to be a notorious troublemaker around here."

Song Xianglan patted the dust off her clothes.

"Awesome my foot. The old couple combined can't even beat half of me."

If it weren't for trying to extort some money, would that old man have hit her on the head with a brick?

joke.

Aunt Wu looked around and said, "Young lady, I don't think you'll be able to rent this place for long. Your landlady, Sister Tian, ​​came over yesterday and was sighing in the yard."

She said her son learned to drive and insisted on buying a big truck for long-distance driving, so the family was thinking of selling the house to raise the money.

Song Xianglan's eyes lit up. "How much does she want to sell it for?"

Aunt Wu shook her head.

"That wasn't mentioned. It certainly won't exceed the market price."

Aunt Wu carried the enamel basin out of the courtyard.

Just then, Sister Tian came in. Her eyes were red, and she had obviously just been crying.

Song Xianglan pulled her aside to inquire.

It turns out that her daughter-in-law's workplace allocated her a new apartment, and the elderly couple went there to take care of their grandson. They rented out the old courtyard to make a living from the rent.

Unexpectedly, the son was unhappy at his job and, seeing that running a transport business was profitable, insisted on buying a used truck.

Ms. Tian was reluctant to sell her house, but her son and daughter-in-law were making a scene at home every day.

"Running a transportation business is no joke."

Song Xianglan handed the things in her hand to Chen Zui, then turned to Sister Tian and said, "Those remote areas outside are very chaotic now. There are all sorts of people robbing people on the road and staging accidents. Even if you sell your house, the money might not be enough to buy a car."

Sister Tian wiped away her tears.

"The two cousins ​​and his brother-in-law pooled their resources. They sold the room you were renting, plus the small room next door that the bachelor was renting, which was only seven or eight square meters. With their savings and some borrowed money, the three families managed to scrape together enough."

Song Xianglan quickly made a mental calculation.

This courtyard is in a good location, and the two rooms together have a considerable area. It will definitely be a windfall when it is demolished in the future.

"Sister Tian, ​​how much are you planning to sell these two rooms for?"

Sister Tian sighed, "At the current market price, these two rooms would cost eight hundred yuan together."

Song Xianglan slapped her thigh. "I just arrived in Beijing and someone hit me on the head with a brick. The other party just happened to pay me eight hundred yuan in compensation. I'll buy your house."

After listening, Sister Tian...

His mouth remained open for a long time.

"You got beaten up and had to pay 800 yuan in compensation?"

Sister Tian felt envious. "Young lady, where were you beaten up? Tell me a place, and I'll get my husband, my son, and my daughter-in-law, and our whole family will go get beaten up. As long as we can get 800 yuan in compensation, it's a buy-one-get-one-free deal."

Song Xianglan laughed until her stomach hurt.

"People in Beijing have such short tempers. This money isn't so easy to earn. We'll go to the housing management bureau this afternoon, pay the money, and transfer the property."

Sister Tian nodded repeatedly.

He ran home to get the property certificate.

The property transfer went extremely smoothly in the afternoon.

After receiving the property certificate stamped with a big red seal, Song Xianglan finally felt at ease.

This trip to Beijing not only resulted in several days of free food and drinks, but also in the acquisition of a free apartment.

The Hu family are truly kind people.

In high spirits, Song Xianglan took Chen Zui to the old-established fried sauce noodle shop at the entrance of the alley.

Two large bowls of noodles with soybean paste were served, their aroma filling the air.

Song Xianglan stirred the noodles with her chopsticks. "Chen Zui, how many days until your visa expires? When are you going back?"

Chen picked up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks, but didn't put it in his mouth.

"Godmother, there are still about ten days left. To be honest, I really don't want to leave."

Song Xianglan took a bite of a garlic clove, but the spiciness made her spit it out immediately. Meanwhile, the people around her were happily eating raw garlic cloves.

"All good things must come to an end. Come back whenever you have time, and your godmother will make you some noodle soup."

Chen Zui nodded and lowered his head to eat his noodles in large bites.

I need to get back and sort out my current tasks as soon as possible so I can fly back here soon.

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