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

The ugly woman was left to watch the drama unfold. He sent one of Lin's nephews to tell Wang Cong, "Song Xianglan said Yang Dashan is waiting for Zhang Yujuan, and wants them buried together. Go tell Wang Cong quickly."

Lin's nephew gaped in astonishment. These days, old ladies are so fashionable; they even willingly let their ex-husband and third sister be bound together through thick and thin, through fortune and misfortune.

He took off running.

Liu Chou-nv quickly pulled Song Xiang-lan away, saying, "Don't go to the food factory. Let's go see what's going on."

"I think it's bad luck."

"Yang Dashan's bones are so filthy they smell like excrement. Don't you want to laugh? Those two have been plotting against you for decades, and now they're buried miserably in a pile of excrement. You're rich, have plenty of free time, and are physically strong; you can find ten or eight old men if you want."

Song Xianglan...did she break some heavenly law? She has money and free time, yet she still seeks out old men like Lao Dengwen.

"Ugly girl. Open your mind a bit. Have you gotten addicted to the smell of Old Lin's unwashed body every day?"

The ugly woman sighed.

On the hill behind, several crooked trees shed their leaves in the wind.

Several of Old Yang's uncles, leaning on their canes, stubbornly blocked the way in front of Yang Dashan's grave.

"No way. Why should that ungrateful slut Zhang Yujuan be buried in our Yang family's ancestral grave?" Third Uncle was so angry that his beard stood on end.

Wang Cong became anxious, "My mother and Uncle Dashan were together, after all. They couldn't be husband and wife while they were alive, so why can't they be buried together after they're dead?"

"Pah, what a disgrace."

A group of villagers gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Third Aunt shouted at the top of her lungs, "Xianglan, everyone's talking about it. You were Dashan's lawfully wedded wife back then, don't you plan to be buried with him after you pass away?"

The crowd fell silent. All eyes turned to Song Xianglan as she approached.

Song Xianglan twitched the corners of her mouth.

"I'm beautiful inside and out. If I were buried with him, I'd be so desperate as a ghost that I'd tear him apart, causing his soul to scatter and making your Yang family descendants suffer. Such a good blessing as a joint burial should be given to Zhang Yujuan. Let them continue their predestined relationship in death."

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Go and fetch Jianjun," Third Uncle ordered. "He's a son of the mountains, and he came from Zhang Yujuan's belly. This matter needs his approval."

Not long after.

Yang Jianjun and Chen Xiuqin were pulled up the mountain.

Yang Jianjun has had a miserable few years.

The two sons felt ashamed of their family's poverty, so they dropped out of school early and went to work in other places, not returning home for several years.

He was as shriveled as a shriveled walnut, and his clothes were covered in mud.

When Yang Jianjun saw Zhang Yujuan's thin-skinned coffin, his eyes turned red.

He spat fiercely at the coffin.

"Pah, you shameless bastard. I don't have a mother like that." Yang Jianjun cursed, pointing at the coffin.

Wang Cong rushed up and pushed him.

"Big brother, you can't treat Mom like this."

"Who's your older brother? It's your mother, not mine." Yang Jianjun kicked Wang Cong. "If it weren't for her, would I be in this state today? She ruined my life."

After Yang Jianjun finished cursing, he turned around and looked around for people.

I saw Song Xianglan standing outside the crowd.

His eyes reddened, if he were Song Xianglan's son.

They're living a life of extravagance and debauchery now.

"Mom." Yang Jianjun knelt down at Song Xianglan's feet with a thud and reached out to hug her legs.

Song Xianglan kicked out and hit Yang Jianjun squarely in the shoulder.

They kicked him down into the mud.

Ignoring the pain, Yang Jianjun got up again.

He was in tears.

"Mom, you raised me from a young age, and you're the only one in my heart. Please forgive me."

He had it all planned out perfectly. As long as Song Xianglan agreed, he could move into the Song family compound tomorrow.

As the eldest son, it was only natural for him to become the general manager of the food factory.

The son who works outside can come back to inherit the family business, and as for Song Xiangdong, who works for the government, there's no need to compete with him for the factory.

Song Xianglan looked down at him.

"Are you out of your mind? I only have one son and one daughter in my life. Don't think you can claim kinship just because you look like a dog."

Chen Xiuqin wiped away her tears and cried out:

"Mom, Jianjun knows he was wrong. Please forgive him and give him a way out."

"Get lost." Song Xianglan's eyes were cold. "A sewer branch temple door, who the hell do you think you are? Humans and dogs are different, and your animalistic behavior of claiming kinship lowers my standards."

Yang Jianjun cried with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Mom, you can't disown me, you can't disown me!"

Song Xianglan didn't bother to look at it again and straightened her clothes.

"My greatest act of kindness is to let Zhang Yujuan and Yang Dashan be together. You should stay out of it."

The villagers pointed and whispered among themselves.

Leave the ugly woman to fan the flames:

"Xianglan doesn't care anymore, so what are you Yang family still complaining about? Why not let Zhang Yujuan and Yang Dashan be buried together? That way, they'll have someone to rely on in the afterlife, and they won't be haunted every day."

"Yang Jianjun, stop spewing nonsense. Your mouth reeks of shit. There are twelve months in a year. If you're diligent, you can stay home and play for ten and a half months; if you're lazy, eleven months will pass. You don't want to earn money, you just dream about being Song Xianglan's son every day."

Someone laughed:

"When Lao Song wanted him to be his son, he ignored him. Now, Lao Song is too good for him."

Third Uncle sighed, waved his hand, and ignored it.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Cong beckoned to several of his relatives to start digging a pit.

Several men carrying shovels walked to Yang Dashan's grave.

As soon as the shovel struck, a stench rose into the air.

"vomit……"

The man digging the pit dropped his shovel, turned around, bent over, and vomited violently.

"What's that smell?" The person next to me covered their nose and tried to avoid it.

Song Xianglan valued loyalty and affection.

Ever since Yang Dashan was buried here, she has been sending him big gifts on time every Qingming Festival, the 37th and 48th of the lunar month, and other important holidays.

Several buckets of excrement and urine were poured into the holes around the grave on time, seeping into the soil.

These are the savings I've accumulated over the years.

The soil around this grave stinks even more than a latrine.

Wang Cong's eyes rolled back from the stench, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. "Never mind, keep digging. I'm burying my mom here today."

The men, holding their breath, dug a hole.

They stuffed Zhang Yujuan's coffin inside and hastily filled it with soil.

*

back home.

Zhang Shuting then asked Song Xianglan about the clothing company.

"I've thought about that OEM/ODM thing you mentioned." Song Xianglan took a sip of tea and sat down in the rattan chair. "We'll do it your way. You and Yulu can go ahead and do it. I'll provide the funding, and we'll draw up a contract regarding the shareholding."

Zhang Shuting's face lit up with joy. "Aunt Song, Yu Lu and I are just working for you. We don't want any shares."

"We need shares; we can only make money together for the long term," Song Xianglan called out to the door. "Call Zhou Fang over."

Not long after, Zhou Fang entered the room wearing a pair of dusty leather shoes.

"Godmother, you were looking for me?" Zhou Fang patted the dust off her trousers.

"Shuting wants to start a clothing brand in the new city, and she'll expand quite a bit in the future." Song Xianglan looked at Zhou Fang, "Go back and see if there's a suitable location to buy an office floor. We can use it as our formal office."

Zhou Fang sat down and took a sip of water.

"Godmother, a Chinese businessman has built an office building in the new city, and it's already topped out. They're doing the interior decoration now. I've taken on part of his work with my construction team."

The boss is experiencing slow cash flow lately and is eager to sell. He's using the pretext of offsetting construction costs to acquire the property, at a price 20% lower than the market price.

Song Xianglan had forgotten that those who worked in construction got houses at a lower price.

"Go back and take Shuting to take a look. Pick one with good lighting and a suitable floor. Just take two floors."

Zhou Fang nodded, "Okay. We'll go back to the new city first thing tomorrow morning."

Song Xianglan glanced at the clock on the wall. "None of you are allowed to leave today. Stay for dinner. I'm going to the typhoon shelter to buy some seafood."

As soon as the fishing boats in the typhoon shelter docked, Song Xianglan carried a bucket and bought the freshest red-roe crabs, prawns, and clams.

Three layers of large stainless steel steamers were placed on top of the pot.

Rice and water were placed at the bottom of the steamer, and shrimp and crabs were washed and laid out on top.

"Seafood is best enjoyed in its original flavor," Song Xianglan said to Zhang Shuting as she added firewood to the stove. "The freshness from the seafood drips into the porridge below with the steam. You'll have to try the seafood porridge later; it's so delicious you'll want to swallow your tongue."

Zhang Shuting's hometown is also by the sea, and the smell of it made her mouth water.

"Aunt Song, I haven't had such authentic seafood in a long time. Before, when we went beachcombing, we ate whatever we could find."

The courtyard gate was pushed open.

The ugly woman walked in carrying an enamel basin.

"Xianglan, add another dish." Liu Chounu placed the bowl on the stone table, lifted the lid, and said, "Half a garlic duck, Lin Yan just delivered it. I figured you must have something delicious here, so I came over to have a bite."

Song Xianglan: "Sit down. The bowls and chopsticks are inside; please help yourself."

Soon, the steamer lid was lifted.

White steam rose into the air.

The bright red crabs and curled-up shrimp gleamed with an enticing sheen.

Several people sat around a stone table in the courtyard.

The seafood porridge at the bottom of the pot was cooked to a thick consistency; one sip and it was so delicious it made your eyebrows fall off.

Halfway through the meal.

Nie Erhua, her hair disheveled, stumbled into the courtyard.

Her face was covered in tears, and when she saw Song Xianglan, she knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Third Aunt," Nie Erhua's voice was hoarse, "Third Aunt, what should I do? Please help me."

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

Everyone stopped eating.

"What happened?" Song Xianglan frowned.