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

Huang Zhuzi looked a little embarrassed.

"Dad, everyone thought you were busy and wouldn't be able to come back, so we didn't call her today. My wife also took the kids to her parents' house today, and I'll go pick them up this afternoon to see you."

Huang Guoping's wife added, "Since they're not here, let's wait until everyone's here this afternoon before distributing the things to the children."

She turned her head and gestured with her chin toward her eldest son, Tianquan, who was standing next to her.

"Tianquan, bring the bag over. We're all relatives, and since we rarely come back, we brought a few small gifts for our relatives."

Tianquan pulled the large travel bag on his back to the front of him.

He unzipped the bag and took it out first. Inside were all kinds of candies, such as milk candies and liqueur-filled chocolates, which he told Tianquan to take and distribute to the villagers.

Huang Guoping's wife then took out a small red velvet box.

A smug smile returned to her face as she walked up to Old Lady Huang.

"Mom, these are gold bracelets and gold rings that Guoping specially made for you on the other side of the strait."

The box was opened, and it gleamed golden in the sunlight.

Grandma Huang's eyes lit up. She grabbed the bracelet and put it on her wrist, then slipped the ring onto her finger.

"Real gold, this is real gold!" Old Mrs. Huang beamed with joy. "Guoping has made something of himself. This is the first time in my life I've worn gold, and this bracelet is quite heavy."

Huang Guoping's wife smiled, turned around and took out a few smaller red paper packets from her bag, handing them to Huang Laosi and the other Huang brothers next to her.

"These are for several people, one gold ring for each family."

Huang Lao Si's wife hurriedly reached out and took it.

Open the red paper.

A thin, coiled object lay inside the paper package.

Huang Laosi's wife held the ring in her hand, weighed it in her hand, and then pinched it with her fingernail.

She smirked. "You've made this gold really thin. It's as thick as my finger; if you squeeze it even slightly, it'll probably flatten it."

Huang Guoping's expression stiffened for a moment.

"This is pure gold!" Huang Guoping's wife exclaimed anxiously. "Even this plain ring weighs three or four grams."

The fourth son's wife pursed her lips and casually put the ring into her pocket.

I didn't say thank you, nor did I say no.

"Besides gold, there are other good things." Huang Guoping coughed and winked at his son Tianquan.

Tianquan took out several black square boxes from his bag.

"Radio recorders. The kind that play cassettes." Huang Guoping pointed to the machines. "I brought these especially for you guys. These things aren't easy to buy in mainland China."

Huang Laosi looked at the radios.

He didn't reach out to take it.

"Which family in our village doesn't have one of these?" The fourth son's wife rolled her eyes. "It's fine for the old man to hear a sound. In this sweltering heat, we sit in the yard at night watching the big color TV. If you give us this tape recorder, all we'll do is waste batteries making those 'whirring' noises."

Huang Guoping's wife's eyes widened.

"You want a big color TV? You're kidding me," Tianquan couldn't help but interject. "These high-end products aren't cheap even on the other side of the strait. How could you afford them in your rural area?"

The ugly woman stood at the door and chuckled.

"Young master, go outside and turn left. Do you see any antennas on those rows of houses in our village?" The ugly woman pointed to the sky. "We have everything, from large color TVs to refrigerators and washing machines. As for your radio, Er Mazi at the village entrance just threw away a secondhand one last time."

"Don't even mention other people's houses, even Zhuzi's family has a big color TV."

Tianquan's face turned bright red.

Huang Guoping glared at Huang Laosi.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Huang Laosi awkwardly added, "Well... now our village has a food factory, and the farmland has been contracted out to individual households for growing vegetables and fruits. Everyone has enough money to cover these expenses."

Song Xianglan watched this scene coldly.

In his past life, Huang Guoping returned to the village with these few thin gold rings and a few broken radios. The entire Huang family treated him like a living ancestor.

During those days, all the idle men and women in Xiaoquan Village were talking about how much money he had made outside.

The candies I brought back were so sweet they could kill you.

This life is different now.

The villagers earn wages and also have income from the fields.

When you have money in your pocket, you stand tall.

A few broken tape recorders and a few pieces of thin gold.

Who's still envious?

The so-called "sense of superiority" that Huang Guoping brought back has been utterly shattered in the face of today's Xiaoquan Village.

The other brothers in the Huang family also exchanged glances.

Huang Guoping has not been home for over thirty years. He didn't take care of his elderly mother for a single day when she was sick. Now he comes back and brings back junk that can't even cover his chin. How dare he put on airs?

"What do you mean?" Huang Guoping's wife was furious. "We brought you things all the way back, and you didn't even say thank you. Instead, you're being picky. You bunch of country bumpkins don't know any manners."

"Who doesn't understand the rules?"

Huang Laosi's wife also objected, putting her hands on her hips and saying, "You've abandoned your mother for over thirty years, while we've been cleaning up your messes for over thirty years."

"They think they can fob us off with a few scraps of sheet metal and some wire? Do they think we're beggars?"

The courtyard immediately erupted into chaos.

"Fine, very well indeed." Huang Guoping gritted his teeth. "I think you're far too ungrateful."

Grandma Huang sat in the middle, looking at this person and that person, saying, "Stop arguing, we're all family."

Having watched the show long enough, Song Xianglan tugged at the sleeve of the ugly woman.

"Let's go. The show's over, and the Huang family's dirty laundry has been exposed."

Liu Chou and Liu Chunhua followed behind Song Xianglan, and the group left the courtyard without looking back.

All that was left was a chaotic scene of chickens and dogs running amok in the yard.

Huang Guoping's meticulously prepared triumphant return to his hometown turned into a complete and embarrassing farce.

Huang Zhuzi stormed off toward the shrimp pond.

Huang Guoping's face, swollen like a pig's head, kept flashing through his mind.

Who does Liu Yidao think he is?

He actually dared to hit his own father.

Zhu Zi knew in his heart that the money his father had was no small sum.

If you take good care of the old man, won't that restaurant and that family property all belong to Huang Zhu in the future?

We must get our face back.

Liu Yidao must be forced to apologize and admit his mistake.

As Huang Zhuzi approached the shrimp pond, he saw several workers moving net cages in the distance.

Liu Yidao was shirtless, carrying a large iron hook in his hand.

He directed Dawei and the others to do their work.

The sunlight shone on his back, revealing a fierce aura that kept strangers at bay.

Huang Zhuzi paused for a moment.

My throat feels a little tight.

The pain in his chest was still there.

"What are you doing?" Huang Zhuzi mustered his courage and shouted at Liu Yidao.

Without turning his head, Liu Yidao plunged the iron hook in his hand into a bamboo basket full of mantis shrimp. With a single arm's effort, he swung the basket, which weighed over 100 pounds, steadily onto the shore.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

Huang Zhuzi was so frightened that he took half a step back.

David stood in the water and recognized the person who had come from the front of the tank; his expression darkened.

"What are you doing here?" Dawei shook the mud off his hands.

"You have no manners!" Huang Zhuzi pointed at Dawei. "Call him uncle."

Liu Yidao then turned around.

He casually tossed the iron hook aside and picked up the towel draped around his neck to wipe his sweat.

He walked towards Huang Zhuzi.

Huang Zhuzi was forced to back away by the smell of blood and seawater emanating from Liu Yidao.

"Looking for your mother?" Liu Yidao stopped two steps away from him.

"I...I'm not looking for her. I'm looking for you." Huang Zhuzi said stubbornly.

Liu Yidao sneered: "You think your own father didn't get enough punches today? Want to take a couple more for him?"

"Liu Yidao, don't be so arrogant!" Huang Zhuzi shouted. "That's my dad. You're just a guy from another village, coming here to beat someone up. Do you believe I won't report you to the police station?"

"Go ahead and report it." Liu Yidao grabbed a towel and patted his shoulder. "Do you even know which way the police station door faces? Do you want me to borrow a tricycle to take you there?"

Huang Zhuzi was rendered speechless by the rebuttal.

"What you're doing is immoral," Huang Zhuzi argued, offering what he considered his reasoning. "My dad is so old, he just got back, and my mom doesn't care at all, so what right do you have to hit him?"

Liu Yidao looked at Huang Zhuzi.

His eyes looked like he was looking at an idiot.

"Huang Zhuzi. Have you survived all your life by just drinking the northwest wind?"

Liu Yidao raised his hand, pointed to the shrimp pond behind him, and then pointed towards the village.

"Your mother, Liu Dahua. Everyone in the village has seen how she's endured these past thirty-odd years. Only you haven't seen it."

Liu Yidao took a step closer.

"How many scallions did your rich dad bring back? And you come here feeling sorry for him? Every single piece of shit you've produced over the decades was fed to you by your mother, bite by bite."

Huang Zhuzi's face turned bright red.

"This is a family matter."

"What happened to Da Hua is now my business, Liu Yidao's business. Go back and tell your cowardly father that if he dares to look at Da Hua again, I'll beat the crap out of him."

Liu Yidao grabbed the iron hook that was more than a meter long next to him.

"I dismembered his ribs and made seaweed soup to feed the dog."

Huang Zhuzi swallowed hard.

"Get the hell out of here, or I'll beat you to death."

Huang Zhuzi was so frightened that he fled in panic.

David waded out of the water and spat fiercely.

"Coward."

Liu Yidao threw the iron hook back onto the ground.

"Get to work," Liu Yidao shouted.