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

"You haven't finished your sugarcane for the New Year? I'll take some sweet treats back for my grandson." Old Man Qiao walked over, reached out and pulled out two sugarcanes, then grabbed a handful of fruit candies and stuffed them into his pocket.

Zhang Yujuan's face twitched. "Take some back to sweeten the children's mouths."

"Then I won't be polite." Old Man Joe poured the rest of the candy into his pocket.

Zhang Yujuan was so angry her gums ached. She'd never seen such a shameless old bastard. She must have crawled out of some graveyard and never seen anything good before; she was as good as a penniless wretch.

The elderly couple from the Qiao family walked away with a limp.

Zhang Yujuan stared at their departing figures and spat on the ground.

"A starving ghost reincarnated."

A moment later, the door opened.

Old Fang came in, his neck hunched from the cold.

"Are these two reliable?" Old Fang walked up to Zhang Yujuan, reached out and pinched her chin, shaking it.

Zhang Yujuan knocked his hand away.

She still wore a charming expression, but at her age, making such an expression felt somewhat unnatural. "It's not that we need them to be reliable. We need to use them to expose Song Xianglan's true colors."

Zhang Yujuan walked to the table and sat down, touching the rim of the teacup.

"After thinking it over, I'm convinced that Song Xianglan must have taken those treasures. Otherwise, there's no reason why she would suddenly become so incredibly wealthy in the last few years."

Old Fang stroked the sparse stubble on his chin.

"What if those two old geezers don't dare to do it?"

Old Fang's savings for his coffin have long been spent.

Two days ago, Zhang Yujuan went to her son Wang Cong to ask for money, but Wang Cong wouldn't even let her in the door.

The two of them are now truly living off their savings.

They came up with a bunch of crooked ideas, turned the back mountain upside down, but found nothing but a nest of wild eggs.

Not wanting to work hard in the fields to earn money, the two decided to make a windfall without any effort.

Old Fang's eyes darted around, and he leaned closer.

"I know a few thugs from other villages. They're all men who've seen blood." Old Fang chuckled twice.

Zhang Yujuan looked up at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Relying on just these two old geezers isn't enough. Should we send some thugs to scout things out first?" Old Fang said.

"Probe the bottom? How do we do that?"

Old Fang grinned wickedly. "When robbing someone at night, it's best to do it when Song Xianglan's daughter, Song Tingting, is home."

"Have those young men hold Song Tingting down and strip her clothes off... Then use this to blackmail her, and Song Xianglan will definitely reveal where the treasure is."

Zhang Yujuan stared at Old Fang.

The room was quiet.

"This idea..." Zhang Yujuan's lips curled into a sinister smile, "It's too ruthless, but I like it."

Old Fang chuckled and patted Zhang Yujuan's thigh.

"Juan, you're really ruthless."

"Pah." Zhang Yujuan brushed his hand away. "I'm only doing this so that the two of us can make a living. If it weren't for you, at least I could have food to eat even if I stayed at my son's house."

Old Fang then put his arm around her shoulder.

"Is the food at your son's house any good? He won't even let you in the door. How can he be as good to you as I am? I've even used my life savings to treat your illness."

"What's your little bit of money?"

Zhang Yujuan snorted coldly, "Once we get the treasure out of Song Xianglan's hands, we'll live a life of luxury. We'll move to the county and stop suffering the wrath of those poor wretches in the village."

Old Fang nodded repeatedly.

"I'll take care of it. Those thugs will do anything for money."

"Where's the money?" Zhang Yujuan asked.

"Give them a deposit first, and we'll tell them we'll give them a big share if it goes well." Old Fang had already planned it out. "We need to hurry up with this, before the Lunar New Year is over. It'll be easier to get things done when there are more people around."

Zhang Yujuan gripped her crutch tightly.

"Song Tingting is about to start school, so it's best to get things done in the next couple of days."

……

on the road.

Old Man Qiao carried two sugarcanes and walked with a limp.

"Old woman, are you really planning to write a letter to blackmail that Song Xianglan?" Old Qiao peeled a piece of fruit candy and threw it into his mouth.

"Write a letter my ass. Can you read or do I?" Mrs. Qiao said irritably. "Are you stupid? Didn't you get enough of Song the Butcher's punches today?"

"So you were at that old woman's house just now...?"

"I saw there was free tea and snacks, so I figured I might as well take advantage of it."

Mrs. Qiao snorted coldly, "That old woman is obviously using us as pawns. She has a grudge against Song the butcher, but she doesn't dare to show herself and wants to use us as scapegoats. I've eaten more salt than she's walked roads."

Old Man Qiao chewed on his candy. "What about the Cai family's treasure?"

Mrs. Qiao stopped and narrowed her eyes.

"Baby, this is probably true... otherwise, where would Song the butcher get so much money? We won't blackmail her."

"What should we do then?"

Qiao's mother gritted her teeth.

"We have to find a way to get this money. Didn't she say it was a family heirloom of the Cai family?"

Qiao's mother glanced in the direction.

"Let's go find the Cai family," Mrs. Qiao said, her eyes practically glowing with greed. "We'll tell them directly. Once they get their treasure back, we'll definitely get our share of the profits, won't we?"

Old Man Qiao nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, that's a great idea."

"Hurry up. Go back and pack your things, then we'll find out where the Cai family is living tomorrow." Mrs. Qiao quickened her pace. The pain in her body was completely overshadowed by the lure of money.

That night, Song Xianglan dreamed of Yang Dashan.

This damned ghost not only entered my dream, but also grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth.

"Song Xianglan, why don't you hurry up and clean up that filth on my grave?" Yang Dashan gestured wildly in his dream, his fleshy face twitching lewdly. "Yujuan, remember to avenge me. She'll send you to jail sooner or later."

Song Xianglan stared at him without saying a word.

"Let me tell you, Song Xiangdong won't have it easy either. I'll bring him down sooner or later." Yang Dashan leaned closer, a sly grin on his face. "If you treat Jianjun well now, you might have a better ending."

"I won't let you get away with this... Song Xianglan, I only made a mistake that all men in the world make. Why did you send me to a labor camp?"

Song Xianglan's anger surged from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

He was a scoundrel when he was alive, and now that he's dead, he still dares to point fingers?

In her dream, she grabbed a carrying pole from the corner of the wall and chopped it down on her head.

"I'll make you fall from your horse, and I'll make sure you don't get away with it."

"I just did what every woman in the world wanted to do, so what right do you have to complain?"

Yang Dashan screamed and ran away, covering his head.

In her dream, Song Xianglan held a carrying pole and chased him around the village for a full half hour.

They beat him so badly he was left with nothing but teeth on the ground.

Until Yang Dashan turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

Song Xianglan suddenly opened her eyes.

The room was pitch black.

Song Xianglan touched her forehead; it was covered in cold sweat.

A chill ran down my spine.

A coward like Yang Dashan wouldn't send dreams for no reason.

He was beaten while alive, and even after he dies and becomes a ghost, he still dares to seek revenge?

His wandering spirit would only start to commotion if someone else made a sound.

"Yujuan will not let you get away with this."

That phrase echoed in my mind.

Song Xianglan was startled.

There have been rumors circulating in the village lately that Zhang Yujuan and Old Fangtou go to the back hill to dig the ground every day.

These two must have gone to search through the gold bars and antiques she took back then.

That old hag Zhang Yujuan is probably suspicious of her.

I can't sleep.

Song Xianglan rolled over and got out of bed.

The lights were not on.

She checked the cellar in the dark and then put several treasures from the cabinet into the cellar.

Apart from the few antiques that Tingting and I found in Beijing, and the porcelain bowls and vases that Chen Zui gave us, the rest were all moved into the cellar.

Reset and fit perfectly.

Finally, they did a thorough check to make sure the cellar wouldn't be discovered.

After all that fuss, the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

She didn't go back to sleep, washed her face, and went out.

He went directly to the factory and called out to the two brothers, Da Mu and the mute.

The two brothers had just gotten up.

"Da Mu, bring your brother to my house to do some chores." Song Xianglan beckoned.

The two of them quickly followed.

Song Xianglan pointed to the area near the wall in her front yard.

"Dig a hole 20 centimeters deep against the wall and bury a ring of sharpened wooden stakes around it. Insert bamboo strips in the middle, with the barbs facing up."

Da Mu paused for a moment.

"Aunt Song, are we trying to avoid thieves?"

"To ward off ghosts." Song Xianglan said without changing her expression. "This is something you two should know. Don't let a word of it leak out."

He nodded vigorously, his eyes wide.

He turned and gestured a couple of times to the mute man. The mute man picked up a shovel and started digging.

The two are both very capable workers.

The base of the wall was covered with a dense layer of sharp thorns. A thin layer of straw and loose soil covered it.