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

Grandma Yang was opening her mouth as if to say something.

He was so shocked by that shout that he swallowed his words back.

Song Xianglan's arm ached, and she was irritated.

"When people get old, they can't keep their mouths shut, so they use stones from the latrine to plug their mouths."

If you really can't stop it, then go outside and kneel down and count all the bad things you've done in your life.

Start counting from when you are one year old. Come back and talk when you have counted enough.

Why offer hindsight advice?

If you say that having a godmother can save your life, then will every child in the country who has a godmother live a long and healthy life?

"Your grandson fell into the sea, so take this opportunity to threaten your ancestors to use their supernatural powers to protect the child."

Grandma Yang's face turned pale and then flushed.

His lips trembled, and he pointed at Song Xianglan, unable to speak.

"you……"

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Song Xianglan didn't give her a chance to breathe at all, and her voice grew louder, "The child is flesh of Zhou Yun's flesh."

Who in the world loves their daughter-in-law more than a mother? You're pointing your finger at her and yelling at her, do you think she doesn't love you enough?

You'd be satisfied if she just plunged into the sea. Your son's a grown man, why don't you point your finger at him and yell at him?

Old Mrs. Yang was so scolded that she took two steps back and almost fell over because her foot tripped on a stone.

People nearby quickly helped her up.

After venting her anger, Song Xianglan felt the anger in her chest dissipate.

She yelled until her voice was hoarse, "The most important thing right now is to find the child. What's the point of crying here?"

"Just by standing there crying, you think the baby will magically jump out of the water? You lot better hurry up and go to the Mazu Temple to pray to her."

"Yang Dafu, you've threatened our ancestors, collecting so much gold paper every year but doing nothing. From now on, you'll only be collecting shit."

Liu Chunhua was the first to react:

"Yes! Go to the Tianhou Temple. Ask the people there to pray to Mazu."

Since everyone who can swim has gone into the sea to search, let's add another method.

Whether we can find it or not is another matter.

We need to give everyone something to look forward to.

When people can't hold on any longer, having something to hold onto keeps them from jumping into the sea.

Grandma Yang was embarrassed by the scolding, but she truly loved her grandson.

Wiping away her tears, she turned and ran towards the Tianhou Temple.

After running a couple of steps, she turned back and yelled, "I'm going to pray to Mazu, please bless my Xiaoming!"

He ran and shouted:

"Ancestors of the Yang family. Xiaoming is alright, I'll burn more joss paper and silver paper for you from now on. I'll also offer you whole pigs and sheep as tribute. If anything happens to Xiaoming, I'll move him to the pile of excrement."

Ancestors of the Yang family: ...

Zhou Yun was completely exhausted and collapsed into Song Xianglan's arms.

She made a dry, hoarse sound, as if all the air in her throat had been used up, leaving only her throat instinctively squeezing.

It was even more unbearable than the screams from before.

"As long as they haven't found her, there's still hope. If you collapse now, and Xiaoming is rescued but can't see his mother when he opens his eyes, that would be the end of the world. You have to hold on."

Zhou Yun's body was still trembling, but she stopped struggling.

Yang Dafu stood up, his eyes red, wiped away his tears, and shouted at the boat carrying his in-laws on the water:

"Look to the east. There's a hidden cave under those rocks to the east. It fills with water at high tide, and sometimes it carries things in at low tide."

The men on the boat heard it.

Slowly turn east.

The sea breeze carries the smell of fish.

As darkness gradually fell, the sun sank below the horizon, leaving only a last glimmer of light hanging on the horizon.

Someone on the shore lit a torch.

Song Xianglan helped Zhou Yun sit down on the rock.

Zhou Yun didn't react at all. He just sat there, staring straight at the sea without blinking.

Zhang Mahua leaned closer and whispered:

"Sister Song, you won't be able to see anything after dark. What if we can't find it..."

"Don't say that," Song Xianglan interrupted her.

Zhang Mahua shut his mouth and took two steps back.

In the distance, the lights of the in-laws' boat came on, swaying on the dark sea.

Another group of people arrived in the village, bringing ropes, fishing nets, and more torches.

Several young men took off their clothes, jumped into the water, and dived down while holding onto the rope.

Bubbles were rising and gurgling on the surface of the water.

Song Xianglan counted the time.

He plunged in headfirst, and held on for as long as he could.

It surfaced for air, then plunged back down.

One, two, three.

One by one, the men emerged, shaking their heads.

Suddenly, a shout came from the boat of the in-laws on the east side.

"Got it."

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

The crowd on the shore erupted.

Song Xianglan grabbed Zhou Yun's arm, afraid that she would rush into the sea again.

Zhou Yun stopped trembling, stretched his neck out, and stared intently at the boat.

The torches on the boat of the in-laws illuminated two men bending over, working together to pull something up.

No one on the shore spoke.

The firelight shone on the past—

It's a child.

Soaked to the bone, its head drooped limply, motionless.

Zhou Yun let out a soft cracking sound, and his knees buckled as he knelt on the stone.

Yang Dafu jumped into the water like a madman and swam toward his parents-in-law's boat.

The boat slowly approached the shore.

The man jumped off the boat with the child in his arms. Yang Dafu rushed out of the water, grabbed his son, and dragged him ashore.

"Xiaoming, Xiaoming."

Someone has already brought the cow over.

The firelight illuminated everything clearly—his lips were purple, his face was ashen, his belly was swollen, and his chest remained still.

Song Xianglan pushed through the crowd, squatted down, and reached out to check the child's breath.

He is not breathing.

Without saying a word, she first cleared the foreign objects from the mouth and nose, and then performed CPR.

Time passed second by second.

Yang Xiaoming suddenly spat out a mouthful of seawater.

Song Xianglan didn't stop, she continued pressing.

Another stream of water.

Song Xianglan stopped.

As soon as Yang Xiaoming opened his mouth, a sob broke out.

The voice was hoarse and weak, but it was definitely the voice of a living person.

Zhou Yun scrambled over, grabbed the child, and trembled violently, repeatedly uttering only one word: "Ming, Ming, Ming..."

Yang Dafu plopped down on the ground, looked up, and two lines of tears streamed down his sea-soaked face.

A long-suppressed cheer erupted from the shore.

Liu Chunhua grabbed Zhang Mahua's hand, and the two of them jumped and shouted.

Song Xianglan stood up and took two steps back.

Her hands were still trembling. Her legs went weak, and she sat down on a nearby rock.

She looked down at her hands, which were covered in seawater and mud. The bloody scratches on her forearm from Zhou Yun's grip stung painfully in the sea breeze.

It's good that people are alive.

Wang Zhi and his mother came over and grabbed her arm. "Old Song, how did you do this?"

Song Xianglan took a breath.

"I learned how to rescue drowning people from Cong Ying before. I've remembered it."

In the firelight, several men found a dry blanket and wrapped it around Yang Xiaoming.

The child's face was still pale, but the crying grew louder and louder.

He was clearly frightened.

"Get him to the clinic right away!" Song Xianglan shouted, standing up. "He's swallowed so much seawater; the doctor needs to take a good look at him."

Yang Dafu picked up his son and ran. Zhou Yun stumbled after him, and after a couple of steps, he turned back and knelt down before Song Xianglan with a thud.

Song Xianglan grabbed her arm and pulled her up:

"Why are you kneeling before me? Go see the children."

Zhou Yun's lips trembled, unable to utter a coherent sentence. He nodded and turned to chase after Yang Dafu.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Song Xianglan patted the mud off her pants and let out a long breath.

Liu Chunhua walked over, shone her flashlight on Song Xianglan's forearm, and clicked her tongue: "Your arm needs some medicine when you get back. You're the one who causes the most trouble in our brigade, but you're also the one who does the most good deeds."

"It's alright, just apply some mercurochrome when we get back." Song Xianglan pulled her sleeve down to cover the bloodstains.

The torchlight was still flickering.

The people in the typhoon shelter started walking back.

Several men stood on the shore and shouted out to the sea, trying to alert the boats of the elderly couple who were still searching in the distance.

The child has been found, and is alive.

The sound traveled outwards layer by layer.

The lights on the in-laws' boat in the distance flickered twice, and someone at the bow raised their hand and waved, indicating that they had heard.

Song Xianglan followed the crowd into the village.

Liu Chunhua supported her from the side, still muttering, "How could Old Lady Yang have such a mouth? Saying those kinds of things at a time like that, it's a wonder you scolded her. If it were anyone else, who would dare to say that?"

"People are used to finding someone to take the blame when something goes wrong."

The villagers walking ahead slowed down and waited for them to catch up.

Wang Zhihe shone his flashlight on the path beneath his feet, turning his head to look at Song Xianglan as he walked.

"Old Song, when did you get back? Several big things happened in the village and you weren't there."

"I just got back, threw my luggage in the yard, and rushed here." Song Xianglan brushed the stray hairs blowing in the wind from her face. "What's the big deal?"

Wang Zhi and his mother were about to speak.

An older woman nearby interrupted, "Zhang Yujuan has gotten together with Old Fang from the back of the village."

Song Xianglan paused.

She turned to look at the woman, making sure she hadn't misheard, "Who? Old Fang?"

"you do not say."

The aunt half-covered her mouth, but her voice rose a notch, "A while ago, someone saw Old Fang climbing over Zhang Yujuan's wall late at night, and then sneaking out through the back door early the next morning."

Song Xianglan was stunned for two seconds.

She knew Zhang Yujuan very well.

He was a restless person in his past life, but at least Yang Dashan's face was still presentable.

Old Fang... what is that thing?

"Why is she so distraught?" Song Xianglan blurted out.

Liu Chunhua scoffed from the side, "Zhang Mahua won't let her eat for free. Wang Dahai isn't home, so she'll just stay home alone and ask Old Fang for money."