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

Song Xianglan didn't rush home; instead, she led them to the beach.

The sea breeze was salty and damp, leaving a sticky feeling on my face.

Yet it is exceptionally sobering.

Song Tingting followed behind, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked at the small, thin figure in front of her.

In the past, all Mom cared about was that useless Dad.

And there's my older brother.

She's a money-loser.

But today, Mom did it for her.

He grabbed a stick and gave those bloodsucking Yang family members a thorough dressing-down.

That feeling of being protected and favored.

It's so addictive.

"mom."

Song Tingting quickened her pace and reached out to take Song Xianglan's rough hand.

"I'm happy. Really."

His voice had a nasal quality, like a wronged kitten.

"Thank you……"

Song Xianglan paused, then gripped her daughter's hand tightly.

My palms are covered in calluses and are hard as a rock.

Yet it warms the heart.

In her past life, she was blind and heartless, treating the bastard child of a scumbag as her beloved.

In this lifetime, I will seek revenge.

"Silly girl."

Song Xianglan's voice was a little hoarse.

"You and Xiangdong are both my children. I was blinded by greed before, but from now on, I will protect you even if it costs me my life."

Shen Huijun watched from the side, her eyes also reddening, and she quickly changed the subject.

"Mom, I want to go for a dip in the water."

Just as Song Xianglan was about to lift her foot, Shen Huijun grabbed her.

"No! Your arm injury hasn't fully healed yet; you can't get it wet."

Song Xianglan smiled and simply sat down on the beach.

"Let's have a chat, the three of us."

The three sat side by side, listening to the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

"Sweet...your smile is so sweet..."

Shen Huijun was in a good mood and started humming a little tune.

The voice was very soft and gentle.

Song Tingting's eyes widened as she nervously looked around.

"Sister-in-law! This is decadent music; if anyone hears it, you'll get scolded!"

Shen Huijun stuck out her tongue and lowered her voice.

"Back in the southern part of the city, I often received music channels from across the strait on the radio. I learned a few lines, aren't they nice?"

"It sounds nice."

Song Xianglan squinted, gazing at the dark sea in the distance.

This song signifies the arrival of an era of rapid, unbridled growth.

Gold everywhere...

It all depends on whether you dare to bend down and pick it up.

"If I want to sing in the future, I'll come to the beach and sing for the sea."

Song Xianglan grabbed a handful of sand and watched it slip through her fingers.

"Singing alone won't fill our stomachs. We need to figure out how to make a living."

The two young women immediately sat up straight.

Now, Song Xianglan is their pillar of support.

"Qingyang is by the sea, close to the other side. Recently, there have been a lot of rare items on the market: televisions, radios, digital watches, sunglasses, floral shirts..."

Song Xianglan lowered her voice to a very low level.

"You guys just help others sell goods and earn a meager living. We also need to buy goods and sell them."

Shen Huijun gasped, but her eyes gleamed.

The bold get rich, the timid starve.

These days, who doesn't want to get rich?

"The city has a hidden small commodity street, and many out-of-town traders come here to buy goods. We have a geographical advantage, so there's no reason for us to let others make money."

Song Xianglan's gaze was intense.

In her past life, she built her fortune on this first pot of gold.

They know the way and the tricks of the trade.

"Let's pool our money and pull off a big heist."

Without saying a word, Shen Huijun patted her pocket.

"They gave me all my allowance when they headed east. I even took my bankbook with me."

Song Tingting was a little embarrassed; she only had twenty yuan left, which she had prepared to use to buy books.

"Mom...I have no money."

"The money you gave me should also count as part of the payment."

She drew a circle on the beach.

"Three-three-four. I'll take 40%, and you two will each take 30%."

"No!"

Shen Huijun and Song Tingting spoke in unison.

"Mom, you found the way, you came up with the idea, and you paid most of the money. How could we take so much?" Shen Huijun shook her head like a rattle drum.

"I can't take even 30% of my money." Song Tingting buried her head in her knees.

They argued for a long time.

The final decision was made.

Song Xianglan got 60%, Shen Huijun got 20%, and Song Tingting got 20%.

This was decided by Song Xianglan.

"It's settled then. This money isn't just for nothing; you'll all find it very useful in the future."

Song Xianglan stood up and patted the sand off her bottom.

"Let's go home! Go to sleep! Starting tomorrow, the three of us are going to have a big adventure!"

The three women walked back against the sea breeze, their steps so light they seemed to be flying.

……

On the other side, Yang Dashan felt like the sky was about to fall.

The rice paddies seem to be endless.

Just as I straightened up and caught my breath, several figures suddenly surrounded me.

The Yang family's cousins ​​all had faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Yang Dashan! You coward!"

My cousin came up and shoved me.

Yang Dashan's legs were already weak, and he sat down hard in the mud.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

His cousin spat in his face.

"That shrew Song Xianglan extorted twenty yuan from several of our families. You must pay us back that money."

"You were the one who begged us to help bring Tingting back, and now we're even losing money on you."

"If you don't pay this money back, I won't let you off the hook."

Several people started talking all at once, spitting all over Yang Dashan's face.

Yang Dashan sat on the muddy ground, trembling all over.

"Back then... when you took the kickbacks, you didn't say you didn't want them..."

Yang Dashan offered a weak defense.

His cousin kicked him in the calf.

"Stop talking nonsense! You'd better get those twenty dollars back to us within three days, or we'll beat you every time we see you!"

The group left, grumbling and cursing.

Yang Dashan clutched his leg, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

Too bully.

Song Xianglan bullied him, and so did his relatives.

He's a cultured man, how could he tolerate such an injustice?

They worked until after 9 p.m. before finally finishing cutting the last handful of rice.

Yang Dashan dragged his leaden legs, swaying as he moved toward the village.

He didn't want to go back to that cold, lifeless home.

As if guided by some strange force, he found his way to Zhang Yujuan's house.

Zhang Yujuan hasn't shown her face in the last few days.

He was beaten up by Song Xianglan and is now hiding at home recovering from his injuries.

Yang Dashan skillfully navigated around to the back wall.

There's a dog hole at the base of the wall; it was specially made for the convenience of having affairs.

He didn't care about being dirty and crawled inside like an old dog.

Yang Dashan tiptoed into Zhang Yujuan's room on the west side.

The room was dark.

He groped his way onto the bed and burrowed under the covers.

With a soft, fragrant body in his arms, Yang Dashan's pent-up grievances instantly erupted.

"Who?!"

Zhang Yujuan woke up with a start, and just as she was about to scream, her mouth was covered.

"Shh... Yujuan, it's me, Dashan."

Yang Dashan's voice choked with emotion, almost as if he were crying.

"I'm so heartbroken..."

He buried his head in Zhang Yujuan's neck, seeking some comfort.

Even a kind word would be appreciated.

Zhang Yujuan frowned and reached out to push the person on top of her.

The moment my hand touched Yang Dashan's clothes, it was covered in wet mud.

Immediately afterwards, a strong stench of sweat mixed with the smell of rotten mud assaulted my senses.

Zhang Yujuan almost threw up.

She's a meticulous person and can't stand dirt.

In the past, when Yang Dashan came to see her, he would always be clean and fresh, and sprayed with floral water.

"Why are you here?"

Zhang Yujuan pinched her nose, her voice full of disgust.

"My son's been keeping a close eye on you these past few days, so you'd better leave now! Don't let him hear you!"

Yang Dashan was stunned.

He thought Zhang Yujuan would feel sorry for him.

So the first thing he said was to kick him out?

"Yujuan..."

Yang Dashan was not giving up and kept moving closer, pouting his lips, which was his usual way of acting cute.

"We're truly in love! You can't just think about your son with Wang Dahai; think about me too, think about our son Jianjun..."

"Snapped!"

Zhang Yujuan slapped his face away and sat up in bed.

Bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window, that face, usually so alluring, now appeared as cold as ice.

"Yang Dashan, have you lost your mind?"

Zhang Yujuan lowered her voice, but every word she spoke was like a knife.

"Jianjun is your and Song Xianglan's child, what does that have to do with me? Don't try to smear me!"

She was after Yang Dashan's skill in serving people.

Yang Dashan remained silent.

He reached out and touched her sensitive spots.

A short while later.

Zhang Yujuan softened and turned into a pool of water.

"The mountains."

Yang Dashan didn't want to take a shower, so he shut Zhang Yujuan up.