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

The typhoon shelter was in a mess.

The fishy smell of various seafood wafted straight into my nose.

Huang Zhuzi pushed his bicycle and stopped in front of a miscellaneous fish stall he frequented.

His face still looked somewhat depressed.

"Hey, Zhu Zi, here to buy groceries?" Stall owner Huang Qilang, who was rinsing a plastic basin with a hose, looked up at him. "Your big boss's father's back. Are you planning a big feast?"

He kicked down the bicycle kickstand from the pillar. "Pick a few good ones."

Huang Qilang turned off the water pipe and wiped his hands with a rag.

"I don't understand. Why don't you go and catch some shrimp from Liu Yidao's shrimp pond?"

I heard that next to his shrimp pond, they recently built a special cement pond for crabs. The red crabs and mud crabs in there are all very plump. This is their own stuff; you can pick whatever you want. It's definitely better than buying it here, right?

Several stall owners nearby heard it.

Then a burst of laughter erupted.

Huang Zhuzi's face fell, and he spat on the ground.

"Don't try to embarrass me with that old scoundrel." Zhu Zi pointed at Huang Qilang. "Liu Yidao is just a stinking butcher. He doesn't know anything about raising shrimp."

If it weren't for my mother guarding those places every day, he wouldn't even understand those few broken ponds. "Return our own property; that's property built up by the Huang family."

Huang Qilang was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

He glanced sideways at the pillar, as if looking at a fool.

"Zhu Zi, how many kilograms of fake liquor have you been drinking?"

Huang Qilang scooped a dead fish out of the basin and tossed it into the basin next to him. "Everyone in the village knows your mother, Liu Dahua, can catch fish. But what does she know about shrimp farming? Do you really think raising seafood is the same as casting nets to catch fish?"

The pillar choked, staring wide-eyed.

"What do you mean?"

Huang Qilang sneered:

"Liu Yidao learned shrimp farming techniques by shamelessly pestering an experienced master. He would buy cigarettes and good wine every other day, give the master's grandson a red envelope, and fawn over him like a servant until he finally got the techniques. You have no idea what Liu Yidao invested!"

Zhu Zi couldn't save face.

"I don't buy seafood from you."

Zhu Zi pushed his bicycle, turned around and walked towards the stall next door, "Boss, catch that grouper for me."

The owner of the stall next door was an old man, so he quickly grabbed a net and started scooping it up.

Huang Qilang picked up his hands.

He cursed as he watched the pillar's retreating figure.

"You ungrateful little brat, you're really something. I'm just trying to be nice to you, and you don't even like it."

Zhu Zi ignored him and pointed at the crabs in the basin, shouting to the old man:

"Take the biggest red crab, and pick the female swimming crab."

Huang Qilang leaned against his stall, raising his voice eight octaves.

"Zhu Zi, don't take offense at my harsh words. But don't narrow your own path, and don't think that just because your father is reliable, you'll break your mother's heart."

Zhu Zi turned his head and spat.

When Huang Qilang thought about going out to sea to fish with his mother, all he could think about were the things his grandmother had said.

Your mother is very capable; she's the only woman in the whole village who can go to sea.

She's daring and wild, quite provocative.

Huang Qilang wasn't intimidated at all. "Your father, Huang Guoping, is back to show off this time. But who do you think you are in his eyes?"

He married a new wife and had children on the other side of the river. Those young men look like scholars.

Will you get a share of the restaurants and businesses over there?

Keep dreaming.

Believe it or not, when he leaves this time, he'll at most throw you some money to appease a beggar. A selfish person like him, after running into those selfish bastards like Huang Laosi, he might never want to come back.

The harbor was quiet for a moment.

All the other vendors were staring at the pillar.

The pillar stood frozen in place, its back teeth clenched tightly.

Huang Qilang's words were like an awl piercing straight into his lungs.

The fact that his other children on the other side of the strait are fighting over the family property is something he has been avoiding.

He was the eldest son.

"He wouldn't dare," Zhu Zi managed to utter.

"What wouldn't he dare to do?" Huang Qilang scoffed. "That's someone else's legitimate property. You're just an old almanac from decades ago."

"None of your business," Zhu Zi shouted.

"Boss, give me two pounds of sandworms. And two pounds of large mantis shrimp too." Zhu Zi pointed at the seafood in the basin, speaking rapidly, "Razor clams, clams, and golden snails, pack them all up for me."

He spoke loudly, deliberately trying to make Huang Qilang regret it.

Despite its tough exterior, the pillar's heart beats extremely fast.

He stood to the side watching the stall owner weigh the goods, his mind a complete mess.

Could a biological father really do such a thing?

Thinking of this, Zhu Zi's eyelids twitched.

But he quickly regained his composure.

What are you afraid of?

You can't count on your biological father, but your biological mother is still here, isn't she?

Mom and Liu Yidao didn't even give birth to a fart.

I had already inquired about Liu Yidao's situation and found that he was all alone, without even a nephew.

Those vast shrimp ponds, the brick houses at the village entrance, the houses in the town, and all the money that Da Hua had saved up—a hundred years from now, wouldn't it all belong to Huang Zhu?

Huang Zhuzi was his only son.

Could it be that Da Hua would leave all of this to Huang Xiaoxiang, that married-out daughter?

Totally impossible.

As for his wife, Zhang Haiyan, she's been arguing with him these past few days.

Zhu Zi snorted coldly.

Let her do whatever she wants.

Zhang Haiyan has a father who is obsessed with saving face and an older brother who is rigid and old-fashioned. In their eyes, divorce is a disgrace to the family.

That family would never dare to let Haiyan get a divorce.

She would get a lecture from her father-in-law every time she went back to her parents' home to spend the night, and then she would have to slink back to cook and wash dishes.

As Liu Dahua's only male heir, Huang Zhuzi, once he establishes himself and supports the family, no one will dare to underestimate him.

Having figured this out, Zhu Zi felt much more relaxed.

He picked up several heavy bags and hung them on the handlebars.

"Settle the bill." He paid and rode his bicycle straight home.

The gate to Huang Zhuzi's house was open.

Huang Guoping's wife held a silk scarf and kept fanning herself under her nose.

Tianquan, Tianwei, and a few others squeezed onto a long wooden sofa, looking around boredly.

From the moment these young men followed Huang Guoping into the village, they felt that something was wrong with everything.

In their imagination, their poor relatives on the mainland should live in mud and thatched houses and cook with those big, black iron pots.

But as soon as they entered the main room, they were all stunned.

In the corner of the main room stood a brand-new refrigerator. Next to it was a large 17-inch color TV.

Although the ground is cement, it was cleaned up quite well.

"What do you mean by 'backwater'?" Tianyun pouted and kicked the small stool in front of her. "The refrigerator and TV here are no different from those in houses back in Nantou."

Tianquan sneered:

"Didn't Dad say they couldn't even afford to eat? Look at this scene, even the electric fan is spinning. I just went to the backyard and the fruits and vegetables in the garden are growing quite well."

Huang Guoping sat at the head of the table, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

His wife couldn't take it anymore.

"Guoping, look at the behavior of your brothers! We brought back such heavy gold rings and tape recorders. Even if it were just a box of snacks, they shouldn't have been so disgusted with us, right?"

When we give gifts to people in the port city, they are always extremely grateful. Your fourth sister-in-law, however, openly criticized us for our lack of generosity. She even brought up your elderly mother; I heard your mother is…”

She didn't want to say the name Liu Dahua.

I also felt sorry for this woman.

"They're not even as good as those idle guys I don't know at the village entrance. I just shared some candy and cookies from my bag with them, and they at least smiled and said thank you."

Huang Guoping kept his head down.

He replayed in his mind everything he had seen and heard since entering the village.

His ideal return to his hometown would be a grand welcome from the entire village, with the village chief and the Party Secretary bringing gifts to express their appreciation.

He gave away money, and his poor relatives were so grateful that they called him their great benefactor.

The reality is that the village is full of two-story red brick buildings.

Everyone has work to do and money to spend.

What struck him even more as if he'd been struck by lightning was that the village actually had such a large food factory.

Instant noodles and potato chips are popular everywhere.

Even on the other side of the river, this was the key to getting rich quick. That shrew who insulted him had actually caused such a stir in this run-down village. This made Huang Guoping feel that his restaurants and the money in his bag had become a complete joke.