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

Shen Huijun invited Lin Fang to stay for dinner.

Lin Fang smiled and said that she would be going to the county soon.

"I've given up my house there. Next spring, I'll just run a small food stall in the village; I don't plan to go to the county," Lin Fang said with a smile. "I intend to turn my craft into a century-old brand."

"Then I'd like to learn a few tricks from you."

"Your mom and dad got into a fight with Lin Gang and Lin Mu. Are you going back to check on them?" Song Xianglan asked.

"Who came out on top?"

"Of course it's your mom. I won't let her lose either."

Lin Fang smiled broadly, "I'm not going back. I don't want that bastard Lin Mu to target me, and I don't have the guts to yell at him anyway."

After saying that, she left.

The kitchen was steaming hot.

Shen Huijun used a rag as a mat to carry the two bowls of freshly served Four Gods Soup into the main room.

Song Xianglan pulled out a bench, sat down, picked up a spoon, scooped up a mouthful of hot soup, and put it in her mouth.

The delicate fragrance of herbs and the meaty aroma of pork ribs traveled down my throat.

It warmed my stomach.

"Song Dong should be back in the next couple of days." Song Xianglan swallowed her soup. "The accounts in Haishi and Xiaochuan in the county need to be settled in the next few days."

I don't feel lonely because I'm busy making money every day.

Seeing Fu Bao and You Bao making a ruckus in the yard today made me realize how wonderful it is to have my grandchildren around.

Song Xianglan felt that perhaps she really was getting old.

Shen Huijun took off her apron and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"So, you're telling me to leave the two little ones in our hometown?"

"What future can one have staying at home?"

Song Xianglan stirred the lotus seeds that had blossomed in the bowl with a spoon. "They can learn several languages ​​by staying with you."

We have our local dialect, Haishi dialect, Mandarin, and English. When you go to Shenzhen, you'll be able to learn another dialect. It's always good to have more skills; having more languages ​​is never a bad thing.

Shen Huijun nodded repeatedly.

"I discussed with Xiang Dong that in addition to English, the children should learn two more foreign languages."

Song Xianglan's spoon froze in mid-air. She looked up at her daughter-in-law.

"Too young. The child isn't even as tall as the table. Childhood is for playing. Wait until they're older before they start learning."

Fu Bao's ear tips are drawn on the ground.

Upon hearing this, she immediately stretched out her two little hands.

She counted on her fingers: "Grandma, I'm learning so much now. I can draw, write calligraphy, and I'm also learning to play the piano and do martial arts."

Youbao crawled out from under the table.

Not to be outdone, they shouted at the top of their lungs:

"I'm learning Sanda too. Hehe!"

He threw a bunch of random, chaotic punches on the ground before burying his face in Song Xianglan's arms.

Song Xianglan frowned as she listened.

These two kids haven't even outgrown the age of bedwetting, and they're already learning so many things.

This is exhausting.

He stroked Youbao's little head.

"Huijun, we adults can roll up the ribs occasionally, but don't roll them up too much for the kids." Song Xianglan took the ribs out of the bowl and put them on the small plate in front of Fubao.

Shen Huijun, however, did not accept Song Xianglan's explanation.

"Mom, drink more soup. I have a different opinion on this. If other kids are learning, we'll fall behind if we don't."

Educating grandchildren is the parents' responsibility; if she, as the grandmother, interferes too much, it will only annoy people.

Furthermore, Youbao is robust, and Fubao is an optimist.

It's okay to roll it up.

They drank the soup before calling the two children to eat.

After finishing the meal.

Lin Gang and Wang Zhihe's elder brother, Wang Zhiliang, came over, and the two of them took charge of the mushroom cultivation and asparagus in the greenhouse.

Lin Gang: "Auntie, the last batch of shiitake and oyster mushrooms before the New Year has been harvested and is packed in baskets in the shed. Where should this batch be sent?"

Song Xianglan made a note in the ledger on the table.

"Large trucks will come tonight to load the goods, and they will go directly to the wholesale market in Haishi tomorrow morning."

She opened the drawer of the octagonal table, took out two bulging red envelopes, and handed them over.

He then casually took out a thick envelope and placed it on the table.

"These two are bonuses for you two. The money in this envelope is for the workers who work in the fields." Song Xianglan pointed to the envelope. "Everyone has worked so hard for so long, let's all have a prosperous New Year together."

"Auntie, everyone likes working with you."

Lin Gang and Wang Zhiliang accepted the red envelopes.

The thickness was pressed into his palm, and his mouth stretched from the corners of his mouth to behind his ears.

Almost every household in the village has someone working in Song Xianglan's factory or fields.

Or they would follow Song Xianglan's example and grow mushrooms or something similar.

Even bachelors in Koizumi's brigade are in high demand, with matchmakers coming in droves.

When people from other villages heard that the girls from Xiaoquan Brigade were from there, they naturally praised them even more.

Wang Zhiliang tucked the money into his pocket. "During the Spring Festival, the two of us kept a close eye on the temperature in the greenhouse. I also told the hardworking workers in the village to be ready to go to work immediately if anything happens."

After the two finished reporting on the work in the fields, they...

He happily left with the red envelope.

Early the next morning.

The stove in the yard was lit again.

Song Xianglan and Shen Huijun, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, sat around a large iron pot.

The oil in the pan sizzled and popped as the meatballs were dropped in and fried until golden brown before being taken out.

On the cutting board next to it were sweet potato chunks, taro chunks, seaweed, pork ribs, and pork belly...

Song Dong came in with a loud voice.

Song Fei, Song Nan, and Song Bei followed behind.

The four people were carrying large and small bags.

"Third Aunt!" the four young men shouted in unison, their voices booming.

"Place the items in the main room."

Song Xianglan turned off the low flame and dried her hands with a towel.

"Huijun, watch the fire. You guys come with me to the third floor."

When this house was built, Song Xianglan specially set up a tea room on the third floor, which connects to a large terrace.

The terrace is covered with passion fruit and bougainvillea, and a few pots of camellias and roses sit in the corner. Right now, the camellias and bougainvillea are in full bloom.

Song Xianglan pushed open the door to the tea room, and several people followed her in.

Inside the room was a sturdy tea table, and against the wall stood a large desk.

Everyone sat on the thick rosewood sofa.

Song Dong unzipped the canvas bag in his hand, took out several thick account books, and pushed them in front of Song Xianglan.

"Third Aunt, let's settle the accounts first."

Song Dong opened the account book.

"This is the profit statement for several shops in Haishi over the past six months. This is the rental details for those houses. This is the profit from the truck fleet traveling all over the country to sell goods; after deducting fuel costs and wear and tear, the rest is all here."

Song Xianglan picked up the account book and glanced at it.

The accounts are clear and transparent, and the profits are considerable.

Now is the time when you can make money easily if you're bold and quick-witted; it won't be so easy to make money decades from now.

She closed the ledger, picked up her teacup, and took a sip.

Seeing this, Song Dong revealed his plans.

"Third Aunt, I had an idea after traveling around to other places. This year we need to buy our own truck to transport goods."

We can't keep relying on cooperating with Erhei and his gang.

With transportation capacity controlled by others, if something goes wrong on their end, our goods will be stuck in the warehouse.

Erhei's company isn't doing as well as it used to, and they say that their old boss, with whom they had a good relationship, is about to retire.

Song Xianglan leaned back on the sofa, looking at Song Dong.

"Okay. Are you planning to buy a car and keep it under the company's name to continue working for me, or do you want to start your own logistics company?"

Song Dong waved his hands repeatedly.

"It's safer to stay by your side. My brain isn't suited for going out and making a living on my own. But..." He glanced at the twins beside him, "Song Nan and Song Bei would really be perfect for starting a logistics company."

Song Xianglan turned to look at the two brothers, Song Nan and Song Bei.

Song Nan's eyes lit up. "Third Aunt, after driving so many long-distance trucks, I've figured out the ins and outs. If I could really set up a truck fleet and run my own logistics business, the annual turnover would definitely be substantial."

"I can lend you the money you would have spent on the car upfront."

Song Xianglan sat up straight, her fingers tapping loudly on the table.

"But one thing must be made clear. No matter how much money you make in the future, if anyone is like Song Qiang, who forgets his place after making a little money and whose values ​​are dictated by his crotch."

Get the hell out of my sight. I, Song Xianglan, don't associate with people like that.

Several young men heard Song Qiang's name.

His face tightened.

Song Xianglan glanced around at them and continued to nag:

"After you get married, you need to be responsible. The kind of love between a man and a woman will eventually disappear, but the responsibility on your shoulders must never disappear."

Song Bei chuckled:

"Third Aunt, don't worry. I've been in Haishi for so long, I've seen all kinds of scheming people."

I don't care about having sons or daughters at all. I don't care about those ridiculous rules about carrying on the family line. I'll raise whatever my wife gives birth to, boy or girl, it doesn't matter.

It's okay if my future wife doesn't have children; she can adopt one if she wants, or raise several pets.

Song Xianglan chuckled at his expression, which looked as if he wanted to swear a solemn oath.

"Don't make any promises you can't keep. We'll see how you perform in the future."