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

Huang Mao was unconvinced and said he would call his men over.

Song Dong stood up and shoved the broken bottle forward, the shard of glass just an inch from the blond-haired man's chin. "I'll be waiting here today. Go and call everyone Qingyang can. I won't respect you if even one is missing."

The blond-haired man was so frightened that his legs went weak.

The guests in the restaurant all stood up and slammed their chopsticks on the table.

"Get out. What kind of people are you, bullying the families of martyrs?"

"If you don't get out of here, I'm going to call the security guards."

Seeing that they had angered the crowd, the two accomplices quickly came up and dragged the blond-haired man away.

Huang Mao didn't dare utter a single harsh word. He pulled out a few banknotes from his pocket and threw them on the table. The three of them left amidst the boos of the crowd.

The hall returned to quiet.

The manager ran to the kitchen and asked a waiter to clean up the broken glass.

Song Xianglan pulled Zhao Yuan back to her seat.

The kitchen staff brought out the newly ordered dishes one after another.

Song Xianglan took an empty bowl, filled it with rice, and pushed it in front of Zhao Yuan.

She picked up her chopsticks and piled vegetables on top of the rice.

Braised pork belly, braised duck intestines with rice and blood, and a juicy pig's trotter.

"Eat. Eat more," Song Xianglan said.

Song Dong sat silently to the side, peeled seven or eight salt and pepper mantis shrimp, removed the meat and threw it all into Zhao Yuan's dish.

Zhao Yuan picked up the bowl, tears streaming down her face, mixing into the rice.

She shoveled the food into her mouth, chewing it fiercely and quickly.

Song Xianglan waited until she had eaten most of the bowl before putting down her chopsticks.

"You haven't been to school for the past few years?" Song Xianglan stared at her.

Zhao Yuan stopped eating.

She swallowed the food in her mouth, her red eyes revealing a stubbornness.

“My dad can’t do heavy work with that leg. For the past few years, he’s been thinking about finding his benefactor.” Zhao Yuan’s voice was tight. “He carried that old-fashioned barber’s pole, and I carried two baskets to sell Poria cocos cakes.”

My daughter and I walked like this.

His legs are bad, so he can't walk fast. Over the past few years, we've traveled to all four surrounding counties, asking in every village and street.

Song Xianglan felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

She reached out and took Zhao Yuan's hand, which was resting on the edge of the table.

Her hands were covered in calluses and her joints were large; they didn't look like the hands of a young woman at all.

"Zhao Yuan," Song Xianglan's voice was a little hoarse, "I'm sorry. It was my fault."

Zhao Yuan didn't understand and stared blankly at her.

What wrong has my benefactor done?

"Back then at the city hospital, I saw your father kneeling at the nurses' station, begging the doctors to give him a few more days. That's how I paid for your surgery." Song Xianglan tightened her fingers. "I told the head nurse that my son was also in the army."

I couldn't just stand by and watch his comrade kneel down to someone else for a little medical money.

The shock gradually faded from the tear-streaked face.

An unbelievable ecstasy arose.

Zhao Yuan went around half the table, pounced on Song Xianglan, and wrapped her arms tightly around her neck.

"My benefactor, Auntie!" Zhao Yuan burst into tears. "It was you! We've been looking for you for years, and you saved me again today."

The female customer at the next table who spoke up for us earlier.

She then wiped away her tears and turned her head away to wipe the corners of her eyes.

The hotel manager came over with two porcelain plates and gently placed them on the table.

"Boss Song, I was a jerk just now. The pickled bamboo shoots, duck offal, and water chestnut cake were complimentary from the shop." The manager, looking apologetic, bowed to Zhao Yuan. "Little Zhao, I'm so sorry about today."

Song Xianglan patted Zhao Yuan on the back and wiped away her tears with a handkerchief.

"Don't cry. Pack up what you can't finish." Song Xianglan turned to Song Dong and instructed, "Go back to the warehouse and keep an eye on things. There's a lot of stock, so don't let anything go wrong."

"Zhou Fang, you have a lot going on in Xincheng. Finish your meal and head back quickly. Men often find that love changes after they achieve success in their careers."

Zhou Fang nodded.

After you finish eating, hurry up and go out.

Song Dong nodded and wiped his mouth. "Third Aunt, call me from the warehouse if you need anything."

The emergency building of the county hospital.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

The red light in the operating room on the second floor remained on.

Nie Xiaochuan was squatting in the corner of the corridor, smoking silently, with four or five cigarette butts lying on the ground. When he looked up and saw someone coming, he quickly got up and stomped out his cigarette.

"How is the situation?" Song Xianglan asked.

"We've been inside for almost three hours."

Nie Xiaochuan gestured to the position of his thigh, "That right leg, my goodness."

It was swollen like a big purple winter melon, the skin almost bursting. It was terrifying to look at. The nurse said if it had been brought in half a day later, the leg would have been lost.

Zhao Yuan covered her mouth, and tears streamed down her face again.

Song Xianglan patted Nie Xiaochuan's arm. "Pay up the money."

"I paid five hundred yuan," Nie Xiaochuan replied. "Third Aunt, I just called my mom and asked her to come and take care of me for a few days."

Tell Chunxia to go back to Xiaoquan Village for a few days. It's inconvenient here without anyone watching over her. You have a lot to do; you can't stay here all the time.

Zhao Yuan quickly tugged at Nie Xiaochuan's sleeve.

"Brother Nie, there's no need to trouble others. I can take care of my dad myself."

Nie Xiaochuan's eyes widened.

"You're taking care of my ass."

Zhao Yuan was so frightened that she withdrew her hand.

"You must be very frugal." Nie Xiaochuan pointed at her. "The doctor prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs, and you're willing to buy them?"

If you keep being stingy at this critical juncture and delay addressing his underlying condition, your father's leg will be beyond saving.

Zhao Yuan was speechless, and lowered her head, twisting her fingers tightly.

They had actually saved some money over the years to repay their benefactor.

Her father was injured, and Zhao Yuan wanted to use the money, but her father refused.

The operation is over.

Zhao Shengli's face was sallow and pale, and his right leg was in a thick cast.

The nurse pushed the cart back to the six-person ward at the end of the corridor.

They were placed in a bed near the window.

"Xiao Chuan, go to a restaurant outside and get a bowl of pork rib congee and bring it over," Song Xianglan instructed.

The IV drip is almost half empty.

Zhao Shengli twitched his fingers and rolled his eyelids upward.

"Yuanyuan." His voice was dry, like two pieces of sandpaper grinding against each other.

Zhao Yuan grasped Zhao Shengli's hand, her voice trembling with excitement. "Dad, we've found our benefactor. Aunt Song helped us back then, and today she saved me again at the restaurant."

Zhao Shengli was stunned.

His cloudy eyes darted around the ward before finally settling on Song Xianglan, who was standing at the foot of the bed.

He gripped the edge of the bed with both hands, desperately trying to support his body upwards.

"benefactor……"

The movement aggravated a nerve in his thigh, causing him to gasp in pain and his face to turn deathly pale instantly.

Song Xianglan took two steps forward and grabbed his shoulder.

"Lie down properly, are you trying to kill yourself? Your bones have just been set."

"Comrade Song..." Zhao Shengli's eyes were red-rimmed. "Yuanyuan and I have been looking for you."

"My son served on the southwestern battlefield before he was demobilized." Song Xianglan tucked the blanket around him. "Besides, it's not worth publicizing what I did for you."

Zhao Shengli's chest heaved violently.

"Those monkeys are all beasts. The company commander did this to cover for them back then..."

Song Xianglan interrupted him, "When I helped you, I never expected you to come looking for me. Once something like this is done, it's done; there's no point in bringing it up."

"no."

Zhao Shengli stiffened his neck and said, "The money I borrowed must be returned, and the life I saved must be repaid. I won't be able to die in peace if I don't find you."

Seeing his stubbornness, Song Xianglan had no choice but to go along with him.

"Alright. If you want to repay my kindness, first make sure your leg is strong." Song Xianglan pulled up a stool and sat down. "After you're discharged from the hospital, come work as a security guard at my food factory. We also have dozens of acres of land at home that need someone to farm. Zhao Yuan can attend night school or learn a trade at the factory."

Zhao Shengli turned his head away, his tears soaking into his pillowcase.

A series of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Song Xiangmei pushed open the ward door.

Following behind her was Nie Xiaochuan, who was carrying a thermos.

"Third sister. I came as soon as I got the call."

Song Xianglan stood up, took out ten ten-yuan bills from her pocket, and stuffed them into Song Xiangmei's hand. "Take care of Zhao Shengli these next few days. Make sure to cook pork rib soup and pigeon soup in different ways every day."

Song Xiangmei clutched the money tightly. "Leave it to me, don't worry."

Song Xianglan glanced at her watch. "Xiao Chuan and I need to go to the warehouse first."

Midnight.

Warehouse No. 36 in the western suburbs.

A Jiefang brand truck was parked in the middle of the yard.

The diesel engine roared loudly, making the pebbles on the ground jump.

The truck was covered with a thick tarpaulin and filled with motorcycles.

The iron door to the driver's cab was pushed open.

The driver, Erhei, jumped down and strode over to Song Xianglan.

"Boss, the car is ready." Erhei pointed to the passenger seat.

A lean young man jumped out of the passenger seat. He was wearing a tank top, and his arms were all solid muscles. His eyes were extremely cold, and he stood there like a block of iron.

"This is Lao Liu, the newest member of the team, he's been escorting me on the trucks." Erhei patted Lao Liu on the shoulder. "There's a real gun under the seat. Lao Liu isn't afraid of fighting several people at once."

The sixth brother nodded at Song Xianglan.

He is strong and a fierce fighter.

Before he left, his mother told him not to open his mouth, so as not to cause trouble as soon as he opened his mouth.

Song Dong ran out of the office carrying a military travel bag, stepped onto the passenger seat, and climbed onto the foot pedal.

"Third Aunt, we have to go." Song Dong leaned halfway out of the car window. "I'll bring it back after the payment arrives."

Large cash remittances are subject to strict scrutiny and can easily cause trouble, so sending them back is actually safer.

Song Xianglan walked to the front of the car and looked up at Song Dong.

"Song Dong. Don't let your tools out of your sight." Song Xianglan's gaze swept across the group's faces. "This truck is loaded with high-value goods, so be careful on the way. Don't stop for anyone who tries to stop you."

"Understood." Song Dong slapped the car door. "I'll switch driving duties with Erhei. We'll eat and drink in the car. We won't stop until we reach Haishi."

"Go ahead." Song Xianglan took two steps back and made way for her.

Erhei and Lao Liu quickly got into the car. The doors were locked.

"boom……"

A large cloud of black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe.

The truck tires rolled over the concrete speed bump at the gate of the yard and turned to plunge into the dark provincial highway.