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

Song Xianglan stood by the roadside waiting for a car.

The sun was scorching.

The sun-dried road surface shimmered with an illusory sheen.

Not far away.

A woman wearing a floral print polyester shirt was walking over arm in arm with an elderly man with gray hair.

The woman swayed her waist like a water snake, a fawning smile on her face.

Song Xianglan squinted. Zhang Yujuan?

Just as she was about to look away, her gaze fell on the man.

The man had dark skin and gray hair, but was full of energy.

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes.

A playful smile played on his lips as he strode forward to meet him.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Dahai?" Song Xianglan's loud voice blocked their way.

When Zhang Yujuan saw Song Xianglan, her face turned deathly pale.

Wang Dahai paused for a moment, then recognized Song Xianglan and smiled憨厚ly.

"It's Sister Xianglan."

Song Xianglan glanced meaningfully at Zhang Yujuan, "You've made quite a bit of money in the past six months, haven't you?"

"It's all hard-earned money, earned through wind and sun."

Wang Dahai couldn't hide his smugness. "I brought back a lot of foreign snacks this time. Sister-in-law, come over for a visit sometime!"

Song Xianglan's smile deepened, and she leaned forward.

Staring at Zhang Yujuan's face, which flushed red and then paled, he slowly said:

"You should give your wife more money. Life isn't easy for us women, don't let her worry about money..."

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable.

His gaze swept across Zhang Yujuan's face like a hook, "What have you done that people will talk about behind your back?"

Zhang Yujuan trembled all over and suddenly screamed:

"Song Xianglan! What nonsense are you spouting!"

She grabbed Wang Dahai's arm with such force that her nails dug into his flesh, and roared, her face flushed red:

"Day, don't listen to her nonsense! Let's go!"

Wang Dahai was pulled so hard he stumbled, his face full of confusion.

"Yujuan, what's wrong with you...?"

With red-rimmed eyes, Zhang Yujuan pulled him along for more than ten meters before choking out:

"You wouldn't know if you weren't home. The Yang family came to me the other day, wanting to find a husband for that Song Tingting."

Who knew she would go back on her word, accepting the gift but then denying it?

They even came to our house and caused a scene, managing to extort money from us.

Song Xianglan's cold smile grew stronger.

Upon hearing this, Wang Dahai frowned.

"How old is Tingting?"

"What can I do if her family wants to arrange a marriage?"

Zhang Yujuan dragged Wang Dahai toward the department store with all her might, her steps frantic as if she were fleeing for her life.

Watching the two figures walk away.

The smile on Song Xianglan's face vanished instantly.

While Wang Dahai was at home.

This fire must be lit.

It is imperative to make everyone aware of Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan's affair.

A dilapidated minibus swayed along, and the ticket seller leaned out and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Those going to Yonghe Commune, get on the bus!"

Song Xianglan, clutching her bag, squeezed onto the bus.

The carriage was like a steamer, packed with people and goods.

Several burlap sacks were stuffed into the passageway.

Someone brought a cage of chickens and ducks, which kept clucking and squawking.

There was even an old man holding a shivering little lamb in his arms.

The stench of sweat, chicken droppings, cheap tobacco, and diesel fuel mixed together, assaulting the very core of my being.

Song Xianglan felt a churning in her stomach.

I found a spot by the window, opened it wide, and took deep breaths of the hot air outside.

The car bumped along the way, and we finally arrived at the commune.

Song Xianglan jumped out of the car, leaned against a tree trunk by the roadside, and dry heaved several times before she could suppress the nausea.

"mom!"

Two clear shouts rang out.

Song Xianglan looked up and saw Song Tingting and Shen Huijun standing not far away, pushing their bicycles.

Both girls had beads of sweat on their faces.

"What are you two doing here?" Song Xianglan walked over quickly.

"We went to the Xinhua Bookstore in the city and bought a lot of review materials!"

Song Tingting stomped her feet excitedly, her stomach growling. "The books are too expensive, so we didn't want to eat in the city and thought we'd eat back here."

Song Xianglan felt a pang of sadness, a mixture of heartache and relief.

"Silly girl, how can you not eat?"

She handed over the net bag she was holding.

"Quick, have something to eat first. This is pandan cake I bought at the Overseas Chinese Farm."

Song Tingting's eyes lit up, and she couldn't wait to open the oil paper package.

A rich, sweet aroma wafted over.

The bright green pastries are soft, chewy, and tempting.

She picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.

He squinted his eyes contentedly.

"Mmm! It's delicious. A classmate of mine has a grandmother whose family is from an overseas Chinese farm, and he always raves about how good their coconut cake and pandan cake are. Today I finally got to try them!"

Shen Huijun didn't stand on ceremony.

She was really hungry.

I ate several pieces in one go.

"It smells so good! I've never tasted this before." Shen Huijun wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth, a long-lost smile appearing on her face.

After finishing their meal, the three of them went to the bicycle parking area to retrieve their bicycles.

Shen Huijun has long legs and rides a bicycle.

Song Tingting, being light on her feet, sat on the front crossbeam.

Song Xianglan sat in the back seat, clutching the heavy bag tightly in her hand.

A 28-inch motorcycle.

It carries three women full of hope for the future, speeding along in the sunset.

Upon arriving at her doorstep, Song Xianglan jumped out of the car.

While brushing the dust off his clothes, he said in a low voice:

"I'm going to Liu Dahua's house to borrow a tricycle. Tingting, you stay home and boil water and cook."

"Why do you need to borrow a tricycle?" Song Tingting asked, puzzled.

Song Xianglan looked around.

Seeing that no one was paying attention.

He then moved closer to the two of them and recounted what had happened that day.

"Sold them all?"

The two exclaimed in unison, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Song Xianglan made a "shh" gesture, her eyes sparkling with excitement:

"Not only did I sell them, I also closed a big deal. Ten TV sets and six radios need to be delivered this afternoon. We have to go to Lai Chou'er's place to pick them up!"

"Ten television sets..."

Shen Huijun gasped, feeling a little dizzy.

"Mom, you...you're going to strike it rich!"

Song Tingting was so excited that her face turned red.

He grabbed Song Xianglan's arm tightly.

"Mom! You're amazing! You're incredible!"

"Keep a low profile." Song Xianglan patted her daughter's hand. "Hurry inside, cook some noodles, and fry a few more eggs. You'll have the energy to work if you're full."

Song Tingting dashed into the kitchen: "I'll start the fire!"

The courtyard was quiet.

Yang Dashan, Yang Jianjun, and Chen Xiuqin went to work.

Dazhuang hasn't come back from school yet, and Erzhuang has run off somewhere to play.

The ugly woman was left with a sickle, ready to go out.

She is a hardworking person.

He's the head of everything, both at home and outside.

I've finished all the housework, and now I need to go cut pig feed.

Seeing Song Xianglan return.

The ugly woman stopped in her tracks, looking worried, and said:

"Xianglan, you haven't been helping Yang Dashan with his work these past few days. I've seen him and Jianjun, two grown men, just slacking off in the fields."

At this rate, we won't even be able to collect enough work points.

Your family won't get much grain this year, what will you all eat?

Song Xianglan sneered and deliberately raised her voice:

"Two grown men, with hands and feet, can't even support themselves and their children, all they know is to rely on women."

I won't give a single penny of my meager salary to that ingrate Yang Jianjun. Let them eat whatever they want; they deserve to starve!

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Liu Dahua's house.

Liu Dahua did all the heavy work that men usually did, such as fishing and carrying stones.

He just got back from work and is now drinking porridge from a big bowl.

Sweet potato porridge served with a plate of boiled sea snails.

Song Xianglan walked over but didn't see the old woman Huang who was cursing.

He then pulled a handful of peanut candy from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Dahua, why isn't your mother-in-law sitting at the door scolding you? Even scolding people has its breaks?" Song Xianglan teased.

Liu Dahua looked up and saw the peanut candy on the table.

Grab one, peel it open, and pop it into your mouth.

It's crunchy and delicious.

"She had a cold yesterday and was lying in bed groaning." Liu Dahua rolled her eyes, swallowed the candy in her mouth, and said, "You wouldn't come here without a reason. Do you need something?"

"Can I borrow your tricycle?" Song Xianglan asked directly, "to haul some things."

"It's in the backyard, you can push it there yourself."

Liu Dahua readily agreed.

Song Xianglan smiled, turned around and went to the backyard to push the cart.

Although the tricycle was old, the axles had just been oiled, so it was still relatively easy to ride.