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

Xiaoquan Village at dusk.

The sunset glow turned the dirt road at the village entrance red.

A deafening roar came from afar, causing the pebbles on the ground to tremble.

The villagers working by the roadside stopped what they were doing, straightened up, and looked towards the village entrance.

Who is it?

"It looks like Song the pig butcher."

"Oh my god. What is this?"

A bright red color suddenly burst out of sight.

The roar grew louder and louder.

The red motorcycle kicked up a cloud of dust and sped past everyone's eyes in a flash.

"I don't know. It was like a thunderclap, and Song the Slaughterer just floated by."

Several villagers dropped their hoes and rushed towards Song Xianglan's house.

Song Xianglan twisted the accelerator and drove along the village road.

She's spent the last two days in the county selling motorcycles, so now she's riding her ready-made Honda King back to the village, saving herself the trouble of waiting for the bus.

Passing by the threshing ground.

Liu Dahua was walking back with a half-full basket on her back.

Song Xianglan slammed on the brakes.

The motorcycle came to a steady stop in front of Liu Dahua.

She took off her hat and whistled loudly at Liu Dahua.

"Big Flower. Come with me. I'll take you for a drive."

Just as Liu Dahua was about to start cursing at the whistling, she heard a familiar voice.

When she looked closely, she saw it was Song Xianglan, and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

She threw the basket off her shoulder to the ground and leaned forward to touch and examine it from all angles.

"Xianglan, where did you get this lump of iron? The paint is so shiny, you can even see your reflection in it." Liu Dahua clicked her tongue twice. "You're really like an old hen in a flowery jacket, all puffed up."

Song Xianglan patted the back seat.

"Come up and give it a try."

"You haven't been back for the past two days, and you've been tinkering with this stuff?" Liu Dahua straddled him, unsure of what to do with her hands.

"I went to the county, and luckily the shop had this stuff, so I'll keep busy for a few days." Song Xianglan stepped on the starter lever, "Hold on tight to my waist."

With a screech of the accelerator, the car shot forward.

Liu Dahua screamed in fright and clung tightly to Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan rode her bike directly to the construction site and factory. She circled the newly built workshop for a whole time before finally turning it off in an open area of ​​the factory.

The commotion had already alerted the people in the factory.

The workers gradually finished their shifts and all gathered around.

Zhao Guodong walked out of the workshop with a notebook tucked under his arm and stared at the Honda King for a couple of seconds.

"Wow," Zhao Guodong clicked his tongue. "Is this a Honda King? This car is in high demand in the provincial capital; you can't get one without connections. It must cost over ten thousand, right?"

The security guards standing nearby gasped in unison upon hearing this.

Yang Damu clutched his chest, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"Ten thousand yuan?" Tang Zhong swallowed hard. "That's enough to build several brick houses."

Song Xianglan pulled the key out.

"Ten thousand yuan is correct. If you want to buy it, I can give you a discount."

Tang Zhong waved his hands repeatedly.

"Boss, stop joking with me. Even if you sold my whole family, you still wouldn't be able to raise that much money."

Song Xianglan said with a smile, "In the future, each of you will be able to afford a motorcycle. Not only motorcycles, but also cars."

No one believed Song Xianglan's empty promises.

I assume the boss drank too much last night and is still hungover today.

"Boss, your business is getting bigger and bigger, you're even selling this stuff now?" Another security guard's eyes were glued to the motorcycle.

"The shops in the county sell them, and I brought one back. Dahua, you stay here and chat with them for a while. I'm going inside with Director Zhao to talk to him about something." Song Xianglan tossed her hat to Liu Dahua.

Song Xianglan and Zhao Guodong went into the office.

Zhang Qin and several female workers pulled Liu Dahua aside and asked her all sorts of questions.

Da Mu ran back to the guardhouse, grabbed the cleanest piece of cotton cloth, squatted down, and carefully wiped the motorcycle clean, even scraping the mud off the tires.

Zhao Guodong opened his notebook.

"I've been thinking about a few new products these past couple of days. We could add spicy and black bean flavors to the canned fish. We could also make the canned shrimp oil-packed. And we could make both plain and grilled dried fish and squid strips. What do you think?"

"Okay, I'll do as you say. Let's try producing these flavors."

Song Xianglan pulled out a chair and sat down. "I'm here today mainly to discuss something else. I've had two more production lines arranged, and they'll be here soon. We need to make arrangements for the new workshop in advance."

Zhao Guodong paused, pen in hand. "Two new production lines? What products will they be making?"

"One batch is for instant noodles. The other is for shrimp chips and potato chips," Song Xianglan said. "However, I'm currently short on funds. Buying equipment has drained my resources. I can't build the isolation walls in the workshop according to strict standards."

Zhao Guodong frowned. "Food factories are very particular about this. If there's even a speck of dust, the whole product will be ruined. We can't afford to be careless."

"These are the conditions. We have to do it, even if it's tough. We'll stagger the shifts and do a thorough cleaning after production."

Song Xianglan tapped the table. "I've seen that the delicious minced meat noodles from Shanghai No. 4 Factory are selling really well. They've started making them in Zhushi too. If we're going to make noodles, we should make braised beef noodles."

Zhao Guodong was taken aback.

"Braised beef noodles? We don't even have a master chef here, how are we supposed to make it?"

Song Xianglan picked up the pen on the table and drew a frame on the paper.

"The methods for making flatbread are largely the same. High-gluten flour is mixed with alkaline water to form the dough," Song Xianglan said as she drew. "This step is important for the water-oil ratio."

After the dough is kneaded, it is fed into the proofing tank by the machine. Proofing must be done properly for the dough to have a good elasticity.

Next comes the rolling process. Multiple rollers are used to repeatedly press the dough into a strip.

Zhao Guodong couldn't help but move closer.

"Put the dough into the shredder. The blades must be special; the noodles that come out must be wavy." Song Xianglan looked up at him.

"Why the wavy shape?"

"Wavy noodles have the largest contact area and cook quickly when deep-fried and soaked in boiling water," Song Xianglan continued. "After cutting, they are steamed directly in the steamer. Then they are cut into pieces, folded into blocks, and placed in a metal mold."

The final step is to deep-fry the food in hot oil to set its shape, then fry it until cooked and dehydrated.

After it comes out, let it air dry in the cold air. Then add a packet of dehydrated vegetables and a packet of braised beef sauce, seal it, and pack it in a bag.

Zhao Guodong was stunned.

"You've even figured out the ingredient packets. Where did you learn this process? You speak it more fluently than the veteran workers in our factory who have been doing it for ten years."

In her previous life, Song Xianglan traveled to the other side of the strait and made a special trip to visit the largest instant noodle factory there.

She lied, "Of course, someone took me to the factory for a visit and to learn. I can also make instant noodles."

"What is this now?"

"Make it the same way as instant noodles. It comes with a separate seasoning packet. Just crumble the noodles, sprinkle on the seasoning, and eat it dry. Kids will absolutely go crazy for it."

Zhao Guodong immediately felt that these two items would definitely become bestsellers.

"These instant noodles sell out instantly as soon as they're put on the shelves at the supply and marketing cooperative. They eliminate the hassle of soaking in hot water and can be eaten as a snack."

Song Xianglan put down her pen. "But we're short-handed, especially in terms of production line managers and skilled technicians who know how to season products."

Director Zhao, you need to go back and recruit people.

Go find someone from your old factory. If they're willing to come, just name your salary, and I won't say a word.

Zhao Guodong looked troubled.

"This is difficult. Although the food factory in the provincial capital isn't doing well, at least the employees have urban residency. Who would be willing to give up a secure job and come to this rural place like Qingyang County?"

"Can a secure job put food on the table? What era are we living in? Money is the only thing that matters."

Song Xianglan knew that many factories were already unable to pay wages. "Tell them that when they arrive, they will be given single-room dormitories for cadres."

If you bring family members, I will arrange a room for you and your spouse.

"The children want to go to school; I'll try to get them a spot at the town's primary school. If that doesn't work, they live in town and can cycle to work every day."

"Are they really willing to spend that much?"

"Talent is priceless. I can afford it." Song Xianglan stared at him. "Are you confident?"

Zhao Guodong gritted his teeth.

"There are two master craftsmen whose skills are absolutely impeccable. It's just that they have heavy family burdens and haven't dared to move. Since you've already made the announcement, I'll go to the post office first thing tomorrow morning and call them. I guarantee I can get them here for you."

Song Xianglan stood up.

"It's up to you now."

She pushed open the office door and walked into the open space.

A large crowd had gathered outside.

Liu Chounu, Liu Chunhua, and Widow Wang all appeared without anyone noticing.

The three people squeezed Liu Dahua aside and were circling around the motorcycle.

Da Mu stood beside them with a rag, afraid that they would scratch the freshly polished car paint.

"Lanlan, you've finally come out!" Liu Chunhua grabbed Song Xianglan's arm. "I just heard from Dahua that you took her for a drive?"

"Yes." Song Xianglan smiled.

Liu Chou-nv was furious. She put her hands on her hips and shouted, "That's so unfair! We're all old friends, why should we only favor Liu Da-hua? Who does she think she is?"

Liu Chunhua nodded, "She's nobody. A few of us older girls also want to go for a drive."

Liu Dahua called out from behind:

"Don't talk nonsense about leaving ugly girls around. I ran into Lanlan first."

Widow Wang quickly pulled Song Xianglan aside. "Ignore them. Take me for a walk around town. Let those gossipy people in town see how wonderful life is for the people of Xiaoquan Village now."

Song Xianglan walked over, picked up her hat from the handlebars, and put it on her head. "I'm happy today. I'll take every single one of you for a spin around town!"

"Great!" the women cheered.

Song Xianglan stepped into the car and pressed the start lever.

Another puff of blue smoke came out of the exhaust pipe.

The men in the factory watched with starry eyes, mimicking Song Xianglan's movements with their hands and feet.