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

Song Xianglan casually fiddled with the onion biscuits on the octagonal table.

"Comrade Song, what do you intend to do with the production line?" Old Master Cai asked, his eyes fixed on Song Xianglan.

"This doesn't conflict with your business. I don't make cookies." Song Xianglan leaned back in her armchair. "Your cookies are too limited to just scallion and original flavors."

These days, when ordinary people have a little spare cash, they start to become picky eaters.

The market demands diversity. Why not offer flavors like salt and pepper, cream, black sesame, walnut, and even strawberry with a filling? Kids eat sweets, the elderly eat walnuts for brain health, and we can even put together gift boxes to sell during holidays.

Grandpa Cai paused for a moment, a shrewd glint in his eyes.

"This is all about making money. You even know this recipe?"

"Just be more careful. You've managed to expand so much in town; I don't need to teach you that." Song Xianglan didn't dare act like a big shot in front of capitalists. "May I see your production workshop?"

Grandpa Cai greatly admired Song Xianglan.

I felt this was no ordinary rural old lady.

Without hesitation, he led the four women through two moon gates.

We went into the factory building at the back.

As soon as the workshop door was pushed open, the machines roared to life.

Sift the flour, knead the dough, press it into molds, and bake it.

Dozens of workers, dressed in matching white coats, hats, and masks, moved with practiced ease.

Song Xianglan stood by the walkway.

His gaze swept across the entire production line.

Capitalists are quick-witted.

No matter how badly we fell back then, as long as the wind changes and we're given a chance to catch our breath, we can still get back on track.

This factory is one of the largest in the new city.

"Can you get this machine for me?" Song Xianglan asked, turning her head.

Grandpa Cai stood with his hands behind his back, his tone exuding confidence.

"My channels are overseas. If you really want it, I can take care of everything for you, from clearing customs to getting it into your village, including installation and debugging, within two months. But there's one condition: you'll have to pay the installer."

Song Xianglan responded happily:

"Alright. With you saying that, this matter is settled. The two thousand yuan compensation and the published apology are wiped clean. Consider it a case of us becoming friends after this fight."

Grandpa Cai's expression softened completely.

This woman is not only tough, but also knows how to take advantage of others.

Be forgiving when you're in the right, and know when to stop.

Dealing with this kind of person is much better than dealing with those village women whose minds are stuck in dead ends.

"Comrade Song's demeanor is no less than that of a man," Old Master Cai said politely.

Song Xianglan turned to leave the factory, but suddenly stopped.

"Grandpa Cai, here's a bonus tip before you leave. Those things your family lost back then, you can definitely find the answer by investigating Zhang Yujuan."

Old Master Cai's brows furrowed sharply, his eyes instantly sharpening: "What do you mean?"

"This old woman used to be very close to the Revolutionary Committee, and she lived a very comfortable life for those years. In recent years, she has been leading the man she found later to search the back mountain every day, digging holes all over the mountainside. Everyone in the village has seen it."

Song Xianglan sneered: "This woman is capable of doing such vicious things as stealing other women's husbands and even giving the illegitimate child she gave birth to to be raised by the original wife."

It's not surprising at all that she stole your family's money back then.

Regarding the Jian ware, how could the Qiao family elders know so much without anyone pointing it out? You two should consider this carefully. I'm worried that Zhang Yujuan might try to cover it up with the police station again.”

The conversation should stop short of being overly explicit.

Grandpa Cai understood completely.

Song Xianglan was clear about her grievances and would never take advantage of others for nothing.

"I understand." Old Master Cai nodded solemnly, then turned to Cai Zhiyong behind him and instructed, "Go to the storeroom and get four generous gifts."

Before long, four beautifully packaged boxes of American ginseng, four cartons of fine cigarettes, and several packets of high-quality pastries were delivered to the four people in a net bag.

Cai Zhiyong's lips moved, but he didn't dare to utter a sound in front of the old man.

Grandpa Cai personally escorted the person to the front gate.

"It's a long way, I'll call a car to take you back to the village."

Song Xianglan waved her hand, "Dahua borrowed a tricycle from a friend, let's take the tricycle back. Let's go back."

Four women got on the tricycle, and Liu Dahua pedaled it, speeding away into the distance.

The door slammed shut, and Cai Zhiyong's pent-up anger finally exploded.

"Grandpa. Those village women are as rude as reincarnated hungry ghosts. They came to our house to extort money from us, and you still gave them such expensive things? You believed a few lies they made up. Those poor bastards have no good intentions at all."

Grandpa Cai turned around.

He raised his hand and slapped Cai Zhiyong squarely on the back of the head.

With a sharp crack, Cai Zhiyong clutched his head, his face filled with disbelief.

"You can't even do a proper background check, yet you have the nerve to criticize others. If you don't use your brain, just throw it away." Old Master Cai pointed to the door. "Those cookies she mentioned earlier are like giving us a secret recipe to make a fortune for free."

Do you even know what a secret recipe is? And what she casually mentioned before she left, "Let's go to the TV station and spend some money to get a male god."

Could a village woman who only knows how to butcher pigs have come up with such a vision? If we follow her method and pave the way, our Cai family will definitely become the cookie kings in the future.

The Cai family's relatives looked at each other in bewilderment.

They all shut their mouths.

"Then why would she give us ideas for free?" Cai Zhikun couldn't help but ask. "That doesn't make sense."

Old Master Cai snorted coldly:

"She and Zhang Yujuan have a blood feud. Song Xianglan has been living a prosperous life these past few years, and Zhang Yujuan must be envious and want to take revenge on her."

Song Xianglan is using our knife to kill her enemy.

However, she hit the nail on the head. "Back then, our family was preparing to transfer our assets, but someone intercepted us halfway. Only a handful of people in the whole town knew our route."

Grandpa Cai gripped his cane tightly and slammed it heavily on the bluestone slab.

"Zhang Yujuan definitely knows the inside story. I'm certain that she was the one who led the report back then."

Cai Zhiyong gasped.

"Then I'll have someone make her suffer more and get her to reveal those people from back then."

"Our Cai family has come this far not by being a pushover." Old Master Cai's eyes were sinister, revealing the ruthlessness of a businessman. "Now that we've identified the culprit, let's bite him to death."

"Go and make that trip. I want her to return everything she took, principal and interest, from back then."

On the village road.

The wheels of the three-wheeled vehicle creaked and groaned as they rolled over the dirt road.

Liu Dahua borrowed a tricycle from Liu Yidao's neighbor in town. She bent over and pedaled the pedals with great effort, sweat streaming down her face.

"You three old women are so heavy! With this pile of gifts, you're going to break my legs! Get down and walk!"

The ugly woman sat in the back of the truck, peeled a piece of candy and put it in her mouth.

He spat.

"Dahua, you've gotten too big for your britches. You're complaining about us just because you're riding a beat-up tricycle. Why didn't you say it was too much when you ordered those three-headed abalones at the Cai family's dinner table? You ate three of them."

Widow Wang sat on the side, laughing heartily.

"I really admire Sister Song. When she first walked in, I thought we were going to have a fight. But it turned out to be like a nested doll, going around in circles. It turns out you never intended for them to publish an apology?"

Song Xianglan leaned against the bumpy carriage.

"What's the point of publishing it in the newspaper? If it were someone else, they would definitely stick to it no matter what just to vent their anger. But when it comes to me, I have to maximize my own interests."

"I've really offended the Cai family. They'll do something desperate if they're pushed to the limit. Where am I supposed to get those two imported production lines? Only a fool wouldn't pass up money."

Everyone burst into laughter.

"I'd want money too," Liu Dahua said, pedaling even harder. "With these boxes of American ginseng to nourish my body, it'd be worth it even if I broke my thigh."

The tricycle turned into the village entrance.

We drove all the way to the Song family's door.

As soon as Song Xianglan jumped out of the car, she caught a glimpse of someone squatting in the corner.

Wang Cong curled up in a ball, his eyes bruised.

His mouth was swollen so badly that he had clearly been beaten.

Mei Fang disliked Zhang Yujuan, but dared not speak ill of her in front of him.

Wang Cong has a bad temper.

He hated Zhang Yujuan but couldn't bear to part with her; this emotional turmoil was driving him to the brink of collapse.

Seeing Song Xianglan return.

Wang Cong quickly stood up and stepped forward.

"Aunt Song," Wang Cong sniffed, "my mother was taken away by the police and hasn't come back. The villagers say it's related to you, what exactly is it?"

Song Xianglan looked at him coldly.

"How would I know? If you want to find someone, go to the police station and ask. What are you doing squatting in front of my house?"

Wang Cong panicked and blocked Song Xianglan's path.

"Auntie, I beg you, please let my mother go. Your family is so wealthy, you don't need this little thing. Just let my mother go like she's nothing, okay?"

Song Xianglan was so angry she laughed.

"I'll knock out your teeth, pluck all your hair, and then give you a flick on the forehead to kill you." Song Xianglan cursed as soon as she opened her mouth: "Do you think I'm a sucker? You wouldn't even dare to make such a wish when you go to your grave."

Your mother instigated others to engage in blackmail, home invasion, robbery, and false accusations.

She's not only mentally disturbed, but also physically unhealthy. Why should I let my enemy, who wanted to kill me, go? Others take revenge only to stop short of killing me; I take revenge from morning till night.

Wang Cong was so badly scolded that his face turned black and his teeth chattered.

"Auntie, you're all well-off... My mom isn't a bad person, she's just too easily influenced and got fooled by old Fang. It really wasn't her doing."

"Bullshit!" Song Xianglan's anger flared. "You're quick-tempered, but that doesn't mean you can just open your mouth and start spewing nonsense. You're jumping around like a monkey. Hasn't your mother done enough bad things?"