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

Everyone laughed.

"Even if my second aunt bullies my mom, it's still unacceptable."

Sister-in-law Song wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice still tinged with laughter: "It's really strange that Second Sister didn't go back to her parents' home. Logically speaking, given her personality, she should have run back to cry and yell at everyone long ago."

Song Fei's wife:

"Never mind her. I'm starving. I'll go help with the cooking."

The women then dispersed from around the stone table.

Song Fei's wife and Song San's sister-in-law went into the kitchen to help.

Sister-in-law Song was about to get up when Song Xianglan pressed her shoulder down.

"Sister-in-law, you should rest."

The kitchen was bustling with activity.

Song Laosan and Song Erge are cooking.

Song Laosi started the fire.

Brother Song was helping out from the side.

In less than half an hour, a table full of dishes was laid out.

Stewed chicken, beef soup, pan-fried pomfret, steamed salted fish, stir-fried snow peas and sandworms, steamed egg with meatloaf and stir-fried carrot shreds, and a big bowl of white rice.

Brother Song picked up the wine pot and poured wine for his brothers.

"Our third sister is back today, let's have a good drink together."

Several men picked up their bowls.

The captain's voice rang out from outside the courtyard gate: "Brother Song, is Brother Song home?"

Brother Song put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up, walked to the courtyard gate, and opened the door.

"Captain, what is it?"

The captain took a breath. "The brigade headquarters just received a phone call. Song Qiang said he wants to tell you he'll be back tomorrow."

The chopsticks in the yard paused for a moment.

Chunxia's eyes lit up immediately. "What's Song Qiang coming back for tomorrow?"

Song Xianglan recounted her encounter with the Yang family at the village entrance that day.

After hearing this, Chunxia's eyes lit up with envy.

She turned to Song Xiangmei and said, "Mom, let's stay at Uncle's house. It'll be easier for us to help put in a good word for each other tomorrow. Auntie's lips are like they've been glued shut, she just can't get anything out of her mouth."

"Couples may quarrel in bed, but they'll make up before they get out of bed; it's good to cut through their cunning schemes."

Song Xiangmei: "Are you stirring things up and starting to tear the house apart again?"

Chunxia touched her belly.

"It's not that I want to stir up trouble, it's that the baby in my belly wants to watch the show."

Everyone: ...

Chunxia turned to Song Xianglan and said, "Third Aunt, you can't miss this kind of fun. Aren't you going home tonight?"

Song Xianglan thought for a moment and shook her head.

"I'll come back early tomorrow morning. I have to go back today; Sanhua and Sihua are working at the workshop."

Chunxia was somewhat disappointed.

But I didn't try to persuade them further.

After finishing the meal.

Song Xianglan pushed her bicycle out of the courtyard gate.

The autumn wind felt cool on my face.

She pedaled her bike back home, and as she passed the village entrance, she saw several old women squatting under a banyan tree chatting.

One of them shouted:

"I heard the Yang family caused trouble at the Song family's house again today?"

Another chimed in: "They made a scene, and Song Fei's wife scolded them back."

"Yang Liu's temperament changed drastically."

"If she can't have a son, she should bring the son from outside the family back and raise him under her own name."

"That's what Song Qiang planned, but Yang Liu disagreed."

The group quickly shut up when they saw Song Xianglan approaching.

Song Xianglan didn't stop and rode straight past.

The workshop was brightly lit.

The two sisters, Sanhua and Sihua, have already started working.

Sanhua was peeling shrimp at the seafood workshop, while Sihua was washing mushrooms at the mushroom workshop.

Song Xianglan walked around the workshop.

Yang Xiaoye stood beside the pickling tank, stirring the seafood in the tank with a long wooden stick.

She was wearing a faded blue cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing a section of her fair arm.

The girl has grown into a beautiful young woman.

Song Xianglan glanced around and saw Da Mu standing not far away, staring at Yang Xiaoye.

The two met eyes and smiled sweetly.

That look in his eyes was off.

Zhang Qin walked out of the office and saw Song Xianglan staring at the two of them, so she came over.

"Sister Lan, I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"It seems that Yang Xiaoye has fallen for Da Mu."

Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow.

Zhang Qin continued, "These past two days I've seen them talking together all the time. Xiaoye's gaze towards Da Mu is different. That Da Mu kid is clever too, always giving Yang Xiaoye things."

Song Xianglan: "How old are you?"

"Those in the village who got married early have all settled down. They didn't go to school, so of course they settled down early on."

Zhang Qin sighed:

"You've met Xiaoye's grandmother. She's always been trying to squeeze money out of Xiaoye and her siblings to give to her other grandchildren. She definitely wouldn't want Xiaoye to marry Da Mu, who has no parents."

Song Xianglan turned her head to look at Zhang Qin.

"You're Xiaoye's godmother, why should you care about that old hag?"

Zhang Qin paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Yes, I'm her godmother."

Ever since Song Xianglan helped the Yang brothers buy a plot of land, the two brothers started saving money to build a house.

Yang Xiaoye and her brother also had this plan.

Zhang Qin, as the godmother, wanted to advance the money to build them a house.

But Yang Xiaoye refused.

"Godmother, we'll save up ourselves. For now, we'll focus on supporting Xiaozhi's education," Yang Xiaoye said at the time.

Song Xianglan was about to walk out.

The gatekeeper, Tang Zhong, ran in from the gate.

Tang Zhong returned home after being discharged from the army due to injury, and his home was in the neighboring Tangjiazhuang.

Song Xianglan specifically hired him as a security guard and gatekeeper at the workshop for a monthly salary of 50 yuan. The other gatekeeper who took his shift was also a veteran from a nearby village.

"Boss, someone's looking for you at the door."

Song Xianglan walked out of the workshop.

Liu Dahua stood at the doorway, carrying a bamboo cage, a smile on her face.

"Lanlan, I caught a grouper and two red flower crabs in the sea."

Song Xianglan walked over.

He took the cage and looked at it.

The spotted mouse is still alive, struggling in its cage.

The two red flower crabs were quite large, with thick claws.

"Sell it to me."

Just as Liu Dahua was about to say she would give it to Song Xianglan, Song interrupted her.

"If you're giving it to me, then take it. Rat spots are so expensive; they'd fetch a high price even if you sent them to the county seat."

Liu Dahua grinned:

"I'll sell it to you. I don't want to go to the county."

Song Xianglan picked up the cage, weighed it in her hand, and narrowed her eyes.

"Dahua, you've gone into deep water, haven't you? It's definitely not near our village. Did you go to the rocky area of ​​that small island in the middle?"

Liu Dahua scratched her head.

"I can hold my breath for four minutes, I have enough time to get down."

There was a hint of pride in her voice, "I've been as carefree in the sea as a fish all my life."

"Steam the live grouper. Call Liu Yidao over, and also invite Chunhua, Widow Wang, and Ronghua's wife. We'll make a few dishes for dinner. Steamed grouper, steamed red flower crab with vermicelli, and some other seafood."

Liu Dahua responded.

She was happy after her marriage and her face became fuller.

He looks more energetic than before.

Even though he frequently goes to the sea, his skin remains dark.

Since marrying her, Liu Yidao has often accompanied her to the sea.

The couple would take their in-laws' boat to the nearby islands to cast nets, and occasionally dive into the sea to catch fish, shrimp, and crabs.

The couple got their skin tones in sync.

Liu Dahua: "Okay, I'll prepare the seafood."

Song Xianglan carried the cage home and called out to Liu Chounu across the wall.

The ugly woman was killing a chicken in the yard.

"Zhihe's mother sent over a pheasant, saying it was a gift from her son-in-law." Liu Chounu raised her head and replied, "I killed the chicken and took it over. Old Lin and the others don't deserve to eat pheasants."

Song Xianglan chuckled and went inside to boil water.

The ugly woman cleaned the pheasant and chopped it into pieces.

Song Xianglan boiled a pot of water, poured in the pheasant pieces, and added only a ginseng root and a few red dates to stew it.

I heard arguing coming from next door.

The ugly woman listened intently for a while, then clicked her tongue.

"Yu Xiujuan has gone back to her parents' home to live with her parents."

Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow. "Old Mrs. Yu likes Xiujuan so much, why isn't she happy that her daughter is back?"

The ugly woman sneered:

"He's like a troublemaker. Before, when his son and daughter-in-law didn't separate the household, he would blame all the bad things on his daughter-in-law."

Now that the family has separated, conflicts have arisen between the mother and daughter.

Yu Xiujuan demands food, drink, and clothing, and buys new clothes every month, yet she does absolutely no housework.

Old Mrs. Yu, despite her advanced age, still had to work. Without her daughter-in-law to act as her slave, she started arguing with Xiujuan. Yu Pengfei left and never returned, and his wife also resented Old Mrs. Yu.

Song Xianglan shook her head. "Yu Pengfei was making a scene about divorcing his wife, but it didn't work out?"

"His wife refuses to divorce him. She says that even if they divorce, they have nowhere to go, and now they live in the same house as his parents and don't have the money to build a new house," Liu Chounu said, recounting the Yu family's situation.

"Yu Pengfei's two sons have also dropped out of school. They weren't good students to begin with, and now I don't know what they're up to."

Liu Dahua came in carrying a basket.

The basket was full of seafood.

Shrimp, crab, squid, sea snails, and a small basket of miscellaneous fish such as threadfin bream, ribbonfish, rockfish, and leaf fish.

"I also called Liu Chunhua, Widow Wang, and Ronghua's wife."

Liu Yidao followed him in.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a room full of women and his dark face turned red.

"Just me, a grown man?"

Song Xianglan smiled:

"Go work in the backyard. Loosen the soil in the corner, and then plant some more melons and fruit trees."

Liu Yidao picked up a shovel and walked towards the backyard.

"Why bother growing fruits and vegetables? Can your family even eat them all?"

Song Xianglan squatted in front of the stove adding firewood. "Huijun likes to eat home-cooked food. I will send a batch of vegetables, fruits, fish, shrimp, crabs, pork, and beef to Xincheng every few days from now on."

Let the ugly woman continue:

How should I send it?

"There are trucks going to and from Xincheng every day from Xiaochuan's place. We'll deliver the goods there on those trucks and give the drivers a small subsidy."

Liu Chunhua gave a thumbs up:

"Lanlan, you really are a good mother-in-law."

Widow Wang nodded in agreement, "Huijun's marriage to Xiang Dong is her good fortune."

"Huijun is a good girl, and it is Xiangdong's good fortune to marry her."

Song Xianglan felt that only Shen Huijun, with her love-obsessed mind, could accept her son's boring personality.