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

Song Tingting also felt that having a mother like that was wonderful.

She took out a stack of notebooks.

He gave Congying two notebooks, saying, "Sister Congying, these are for you to copy from your textbooks."

"Where are you from? Are you that guy?"

"Shh..."

Song Tingting put her index finger to her lips.

"I'm not the only one making money from this. What bad things could a female student like me do? I always feel that small commodities will become a trend in the future."

Cong Ying listened with envy.

"Then I will too..."

Are you scared?

"I'm not afraid. I'll go to the city to buy books to read once I've earned some money." Cong Ying stroked Song Tingting's soft hair. "If you're not afraid, why should I be?"

"Let's go together tomorrow."

"it is good."

"They're really short-staffed," Song Tingting muttered under her breath.

She took out her most treasured wallet.

Liu Congying was left alone in her room to copy textbooks.

Song Tingting went to Song Xianglan's room.

Song Xianglan was already asleep, emitting soft snores.

My mom doesn't snore when she sleeps.

Shen Huijun picked up a dress and stood up. "Mom is snoring because she's exhausted."

She held the dress up on Song Tingting and said, "Tingting, this dress is for you. I've only worn it once, so please don't mind."

Song Tingting had medicine applied to her face, which looked particularly comical.

Hearing this, she laughed, which pulled at the swelling on her face.

"Ouch. That hurts."

"Sister-in-law, I don't mind at all. Thank you."

The two stayed in Song Xianglan's room.

It continued until an hour later.

Yang Dashan, Yang Jianjun, and Chen Xiuqin stumbled and pushed open the courtyard gate to enter.

Chen Xiuqin sobbed.

"I can't live like this anymore, I'm going back to my parents' home."

Yang Jianjun didn't know what went wrong either. "Go back. It's all your fault for insisting on the slaughterhouse job, which angered Mom."

"It's clearly the old man who doesn't keep his word."

Song Tingting opened the door.

Standing menacingly at the doorway, she said, "Chen Xiuqin, your mother is the old hag, your whole family are bloodsuckers."

Chen Xiuqin: "..."

She dared not speak.

Song Tingting dragged Shen Huijun to the chicken coop and caught an old hen, saying she would kill it to nourish Song Xianglan's body.

She definitely wouldn't have dared to do that before.

Yang Dashan was alone, huddled on a small bed in the storage room.

My whole body aches.

Hearing the sound of killing a chicken, I propped myself up and leaned against the windowsill, looking out at Song Tingting in the yard as she plucked the feathers from the chicken's neck.

I made a cut with the kitchen knife.

He grabbed the chicken and held it upside down, letting the chicken blood drip into the bowl on the ground.

He swallowed.

"Tingting, make me some braised chicken for lunch."

Song Tingting looked up and glanced sideways. "Dad. My mom injured her arm, so I'm making her some chicken soup."

Yang Dashan was suffering.

"Your mom drinks the soup, I'll eat the chicken."

Song Tingting remained silent.

The water in the kitchen boiled, and she began to scald the chickens and pluck their feathers.

I heard arguing coming from the Lin family next door.

Old Lin's voice grew louder and louder, and then the ugly woman shouted that she wanted to go back to her parents' home.

"Go back. See how many days your brother, sister-in-law, nephew, and niece will let you stay."

Lin Gang's voice came from behind, "Mom, this is your home, you don't need to go anywhere else."

Lin Gang's wife shouted:

"Grandma, my grandma said she hasn't seen you in a long time. Why don't you come back with me?"

"Your grandma?"

"Yes. Grandma said the shoe pattern you made last time was really nice, and she likes wearing those square-toed cloth shoes you made."

……

Old Lin sighed:

"Where are you going at midday? It's time to cook lunch."

Song Tingting didn't hear the voices from the neighboring yard. A few minutes later, she heard the sound of a door opening.

She and Shen Huijun cooked lunch.

A pot of chicken soup.

I also cooked sweet potato rice, stir-fried loofah, and a plate of small mixed fish and clams.

Shen Huijun first brought the chicken soup to Song Xianglan's room.

They asked Song Tingting to carry the small table from the kitchen into the room and place it next to Song Xianglan's bed.

Song Xianglan was awakened by the aroma of the food.

After a good night's sleep, my mind feels much clearer. "What time is it?"

"It's past one o'clock."

"No wonder I was hungry." Song Xianglan sat up and felt much more relaxed in her previously weak body.

Song Tingting asked in a low voice:

"Mom, Cong Ying is still copying textbooks in my room. Can I ask her to come eat with me?"

"Silly child. Of course, go and call her to dinner."

Song Tingting smiled and ran over to call Cong Ying.

Shen Huijun brought all the dishes from the kitchen over.

Yang Dashan woke up to the noise and saw Shen Huijun carrying two plates of food into the room. He quickly got out of bed and went to the main room, but there was no sound at all.

Song Tingting pulled Cong Ying out of the room.

"My mom said you can have dinner with her."

"Tingting."

Song Tingting's smile froze. "Dad, Mom said you're annoying to look at, so don't eat with us. There's still a bowl of sweet potato rice left in the pot."

Yang Dashan looked aggrieved.

"I'm a cultured person. Your mother has completely disgraced me."

"The Yang family has neither face nor substance."

"You're also a member of the Yang family." Yang Dashan gritted his teeth, his eyes more frightening than a toad's.

Song Tingting retorted:

"My surname is Song, and I am not a member of the Yang family."

"You..." The noble surname Yang can only be reserved for Jianjun.

This is Yang Dashan's idea.

Dazhuang has lost some weight compared to before, but he's still very resilient.

The little guy rushed back after smelling the aroma of chicken.

He shouted as he came in:

"I want to eat a chicken thigh."

"Auntie, I want to eat a chicken leg."

Song Tingting didn't even glance at him, and took Cong Ying's hand. "Let's go eat."

Dazhuang rushed into Song Xianglan's room first.

The little hands, covered in soot, reached directly into the pot to grab chicken.

Song Xianglan reacted quickly and slapped his hand away.

He raised his hand and slapped her.

"Get out of here."

Dazhuang covered his face, and tears streamed down his face.

"Grandma, I'm the eldest grandson of the Yang family, so the chicken leg should be mine."

"Get lost. Go ask the Yang family for chicken legs. My surname is Song, not Yang."

Dazhuang didn't understand.

"Then I'll change my surname to Song."

"The Song family doesn't want him." Song Xianglan kicked him out and told Song Tingting to close the door.

"Don't let any random people in."

After she finished speaking, she invited Cong Ying to sit down and eat.

The two chicken drumsticks were given to Shen Huijun and Song Tingting, and the chicken wing was given to Cong Ying.

Song Xianglan also ate chicken wings.

Shen Huijun and Song Tingting offered her a chicken leg, but she refused.

"Chicken wings are delicious too. Let's eat."

The sweet potato rice was cooked to the perfect consistency—soft but not mushy.

The aroma of rice and the sweetness of sweet potatoes are a perfect match.

The clams were stir-fried with oil, and the scallions and garlic inside were also delicious.

Cong Ying was too embarrassed to pick up food, so Song Xianglan gave her a pair of serving chopsticks and put several pieces on her plate.

The four of them sat together and had a lively meal.

Cong Ying ate a large bowl of rice.

I also ate a big piece of crispy rice crust and drank two bowls of chicken soup.

Her stomach finally got a good meal.

Yang Dashan was so angry that his stomach hurt.

There was only a little bit of sweet potato rice left in the pot, with only a small amount of rice remaining.

There was still a little bit of leftover salty soup from the small fish in the pot, and a lone piece of dried radish lay at the bottom of the pot.

In a fit of anger, he put the pot lid on.

After thinking for a moment, he shamelessly lifted the pot lid again.

Scoop the salty soup onto the sweet potato rice.

He took the bowl back to his room and sat on the bed to eat.

She ate while wiping away tears.

Yang Jianjun and Chen Xiuqin woke up hungry. The two little boys, Dazhuang and Erzhuang, squatted in the room and dragged Chen Xiuqin out of bed to cook.

Chen Xiuqin had no choice.

I forced myself to get out of bed despite the physical pain.

Go cook.

I had lunch.

Song Xianglan took another nap.

With no one from the Yang family injured going to work, Captain Wang was so angry that he came over and scolded Yang Dashan.

"Don't think that just because your Song has a job butchering pigs, he won't go to work. He'll be envious when it comes time to distribute the grain."

"We'll report you to the commune at the end of the year."

Yang Dashan's eyes reddened.

"I will definitely go to work tomorrow."