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

Bai Gang's wife and Lu Hong cleaned the place up, and Song Xianglan gave each of them two yuan.

After the goods were cleared out, Song Xianglan deposited all the money into the bank.

He then called Bai Gang's wife to help clean up, and Lu Hong happened to be there too, so she said she would come over together.

We agreed it would be two yuan per person.

When Bai Gang's wife heard from Song Xianglan that they weren't going to stock up on goods for the time being, she and Bai Gang had made a lot of money selling small items like shoes and socks these past few days. They had eaten pork twice a week and even rendered a jar of lard.

The children are growing, and they eat meat and lard.

The children are happy, and the adults are happy too.

She discussed with Song Xianglan, "Aunt Song, how about we share these goods? I don't have that much money right now, could you leave them here for now..."

Towards the end, Bai Gang's wife became a little embarrassed.

If it weren't for making a living, she wouldn't have the audacity to say such shameless things.

Lu Hong also said with a smile, "I'll go home to get some money to buy some goods."

Song Xianglan agreed.

The two went home to get the money.

Song Xianglan gave Song Tingting many instructions: "Don't flaunt your wealth. It's better to pretend to be poor than to show off your riches. People's hearts are unpredictable, so always be careful."

"Mom, I understand."

Song Tingting also said that Cong Ying had called her and that she had met her soulmate.

"That's great! When are you getting married?"

"They said the man was from Beijing, and they were classmates. Cong Ying said she would come to Beijing to meet my parents."

As the two were talking, Lu Hong and Bai Gang's wife came over.

"Aunt Song, this is my money for purchasing goods. Please count it."

Bai Gang's wife gave the money to Song Xianglan first, saying, "I don't have any more money at the moment, but I don't want to miss out on those goods."

Song Xianglan accepted the money. "You can pay me back now, once you've sold these goods at the night market. Let's set up the stall first. Take the goods with you."

Bai Gang's wife's eyes reddened. "Thank you, Auntie."

Lu Hong gave the money to Song Xianglan.

She took it.

Song Xianglan gave Bai Gang's wife some extra goods, as her husband sold them while pulling his tricycle during the day.

Lu Hong tightly strapped the packed goods to the back seat of her bicycle and rode out of the alley.

Bai Gang's wife and Bai Gang took it back in a tricycle.

Lu Hong made two trips.

Song Xianglan and Song Tingting checked all the doors and windows inside and outside the courtyard one by one.

Lock the courtyard gate.

"Chen's last flight ticket." Song Xianglan dusted off her hands. "Mom will take you shopping and buy some Beijing specialties to take back as gifts for him."

"Mom, I'll go with you to Panjiayuan."

The mother and daughter boarded the bus.

Both sides were lined with small stalls.

The stall was covered with coarse cloth.

Various porcelain items, copper coins, and old books were displayed on it.

A few foreigners with high noses and blue eyes were gathered around a stall in front of us.

The foreigner leading the group pointed at several porcelain vases on the ground and began to speak rapidly in a rapid-fire manner.

The stall owner sat on a small stool, hands outstretched, his mind blank. "Speak Mandarin, I don't understand foreign languages."

The foreigner couldn't understand, so he continued to gesture.

The two sides are deadlocked.

Song Tingting stepped forward and exchanged a few words with the foreigner in fluent English.

The foreigner's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed Song Tingting, pointing to the blue and white porcelain vase on the ground.

Please ask her to help me inquire about the dynasty and price.

Song Tingting looked down and examined the bottle.

Although the inscription at the bottom is deliberately aged, the craftsmanship and style clearly indicate that it is a replica from the Republican era.

She turned to the stall owner and said, "They asked what dynasty this bottle is from and how much it costs."

The stall owner's eyes darted around, and he lowered his voice to Song Tingting: "Girl, just tell them it's an imperial vase used by the Ming Dynasty emperor, and ask for five thousand yuan. If you sell it, you get half the money."

Song Xianglan snorted coldly from the side.

It's easy to make money off foreigners, but their hearts are too black.

The foreigners were chatting quietly, and Song Tingting listened attentively for a few moments.

She ignored the stall owner and turned to tell the foreigner the truth in English:

"This is a replica from the Republican era, but it was copied by a famous artist of the time. If you like it, the price shouldn't be too high."

The foreigner nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and held up two fingers to show the stall owner.

Song Tingting translated simultaneously: "He said he was willing to spend two hundred yuan to buy it."

The stall owner got anxious and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Two hundred? It's only selling for two thousand dollars. You're so unfair, young lady, why aren't you helping us? Why are you siding with a foreigner?"

Song Tingting remained calm. "Comrade, I won't help you lie."

The stall owner glared angrily.

"Those foreign devils stole so many treasures from our ancestors."

Song Tingting stared at him.

"They are experts invited by the country to participate in academic exchanges. I hope they can teach us real skills, instead of losing trust in us because we were ripped off when buying things on the street."

She paused, then pointed to the bottle on the ground.

"If you were to sell this bottle to someone who knows their stuff, it would only fetch twenty or thirty yuan at most. Two hundred yuan? You've made a killing."

The stall owner, having his hand exposed, was speechless.

He glanced around and saw several colleagues watching him make a fool of himself.

After those foreigners left, this bottle won't even sell for fifty yuan after a few months.

"Okay, okay, take the two hundred."

Song Tingting translated another sentence for the foreigner.

One of the foreigners gave the money to the stall owner.

The stall owner grabbed the two hundred-yuan bills handed to him by the foreigner and stuffed the bottle into the cardboard box.

The foreigner held the box and thanked Song Tingting repeatedly, even taking out a few foreign bills to give her as a tip.

Song Tingting waved her hand in polite refusal.

The mother and daughter left the stall and continued browsing inside.

In front of an inconspicuous little shop by the roadside, there was a pile of dusty junk.

Song Xianglan immediately took a liking to a few small black porcelain dishes in the corner.

The shopkeepers buy goods, whether cheap or expensive, and even mix in a lot of worthless junk. Song Xianglan bought it at an extremely low price.

Seeing that her mother was in a good mood, Song Tingting took out her wallet.

"It's rare for Mom to come to Beijing, so today I'll be a dutiful daughter. Whatever you want, I'll pay for it."

The two went on a shopping spree.

They specifically pick out what the shopkeepers consider scraps, which they believe are the best items.

Just as I stepped out of the door of a shop selling old wooden items, a loud argument broke out from the street corner across the street.

Song Xianglan, with her sharp ears, stopped in her tracks.

"Tingting, those are the voices of those foreign devils."

The two followed the sound and squeezed into the crowd.

At the bottom of a shop's steps, the foreigners who had just bought bottles were surrounded by several burly men.

The foreigner leading the group saw Song Tingting and it was like he had grasped a lifeline.

He grabbed her arm and urgently explained in English.

"Please help us! We didn't break this Tang Dynasty porcelain. It was already broken when we arrived here."

Song Tingting looked down at the ground.

A pile of broken porcelain shards lay scattered on the bluestone slab, the cut surfaces covered in dust.

She has just figured out what happened.

A man walked down the steps.

The man wore a large dzi bead around his neck and held two shiny walnuts in his hands, which made a cracking sound.

He glanced at Song Tingting sideways and spoke in a sarcastic tone:

"Little girl, don't cause trouble. The water's deep here, you might drown."

This is because they know that foreigners don't understand.

They were preparing to extort money from him.

Song Xianglan doesn't care about being extorted, but she hates being threatened the most.

Before Song Tingting could speak...

Song Xianglan rushed to Walnut Man in one stride.

"You look like a pile of excrement, and you spew filth the moment you open your mouth. Who are you threatening, you little bastard?" Song Xianglan yelled, pointing at the man's nose and cursing loudly.

I stayed in Beijing for a few days.

Her accent was so strong it was almost split, and she had a very powerful presence.

The man holding the walnuts froze, abruptly stopping his hand movements as he played with the walnuts.

"From out of town, huh?" The man with the walnut-shaped hair glared. "Do you know who's in charge here?"

"No one's in charge, not you." Song Xianglan stood with her hands on her hips, spitting as she spoke. "Don't think you can act like a big shot just because you're hiding in this little corner. Did you dare to be this arrogant a few years ago during the crackdown?"

"you……"

"What do you mean, 'you'? Gold shines wherever it is, but you shards of glass reflect light wherever you go. You go crazy just from smelling a dung beetle's head."

Song Xianglan bent down, picked up a shard of porcelain, and held it directly in front of Walnut Man.

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully at those two holes. My family could send you a dozen of those broken bowls."

If you're not skilled enough, you'll start lying. I'd only admire you if you had real talent for forgery.

Focus your energy on the right path; don't cheat and swindle for three years of glory, only to regret it deeply and spend thirty years in prison.

Song Xianglan unleashed a barrage of attacks, like a machine gun.

The onlookers around had all sorts of expressions.

Walnut Man was so angry that he kept backing away, closing his eyes tightly to avoid the spittle flying from Song Xianglan's mouth.

Who could stand such a fierce old lady?

He spews nonsense when he speaks.

He wiped the saliva off his face with his sleeve and waved his hand through gritted teeth.

"Let's go, let's go, I guess I'm just unlucky."

The burly men dispersed.

The foreigner breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him repeatedly, and quickly left.

Song Xianglan did not leave.

Her gaze swept across the area and landed on a pile of stones in the corner next to the walnut vendor's stall.

Dusty gray stones.

She reached out and picked up a piece of rough stone, weighing it in her hand.

"How much is this?"

The man with the walnut-shaped hairpin, still catching his breath, rolled his eyes irritably. "This is a rough jade stone. Once you've bought it, it's a gamble. Understand?"

Song Xianglan placed the stone directly on the counter, making a muffled sound.

"I want to buy it, just name a price. How can a grown man do important things if he's dawdling like a little girl?"

Walnut Man stared intently at Song Xianglan.

My chest heaved violently; my lungs felt like they were going to explode.