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

The tractor sputtered and kicked up a trail of yellow dust.

Song Xianglan sat in the pile of cardboard boxes in the back compartment, feeling so shaken that her bones felt like they were about to fall apart.

She pointed to the people squatting idly by the roadside.

He lowered his voice and said to the two younger ones:

"See that?"

The guy squatting by the wall smoking a pipe is a courier who deals in grain coupons.

That lady over there with the basket on her shoulder, she must be hiding something to sell under the basket.

remember.

Even without a fixed stall, as long as you have these eyes, you can tell where the market is.

Shen Huijun and Song Tingting were stunned.

His eyes were wide open as he desperately tried to memorize it.

We arrived at the agreed-upon place.

Under a large, crooked banyan tree on Renmin Road.

Song Xianglan patted the side of the car to signal it to stop.

He jumped down himself.

Tell the tractor driver not to turn off the engine.

Her gaze swept across the area and she spotted Zhou Bing, dressed in a sailor shirt, crouching under the shade of a tree.

"Zhou Bing!"

Song Xianglan shouted.

Zhou Bing's face instantly blossomed into a smile:

"Dear Auntie, my heart was in my throat!"

"Don't worry about what you're doing, Auntie. I was a little delayed on the way."

Song Xianglan didn't waste any words and waved her hand.

"Bring the car over to inspect the goods."

Zhou Bing reversed the car into the shade of the trees.

He and the tractor driver huffed and puffed as they moved the cardboard boxes.

Song Xianglan exchanged a glance with Tingting and Huijun.

The two immediately and tacitly separated.

They stood guard at both ends of the alley, keeping watch on the people wearing red armbands.

The goods were unloaded box by box.

Zhou Bing took out a knife and skillfully cut the tape.

First, test the television set.

Next, let's look at the tape recorder.

Finally, there are those Marlboro cigarettes and watches.

Zhou Bing's eyes grew brighter the more he looked.

"Auntie, your method is simply amazing."

Zhou Bing pulled a large bundle of ten-yuan notes from his canvas bag. "This is the final payment, please count it!"

Song Xianglan took the money and roughly felt its thickness.

He handed it to Song Tingting, who had returned.

"Tingting, you and Huijun count the items."

"Sir, please take this thirty yuan for delivery. Here are also two pieces of garlic sticks, they're crispy and crunchy, have some on the way."

Thirty yuan.

It's equivalent to a worker's monthly salary.

The tractor driver was so excited that his hands were shaking as he accepted the money and snacks.

He thanked them repeatedly.

"If you need this kind of work again, just call me. I'll be there whenever you need me."

The tractor sputtered away, billowing black smoke.

Song Tingting and Shen Huijun also finished counting the money.

Shen Huijun had never seen so much money piled up in her life; the impact was stronger than anything else.

His eyes were filled with admiration as he looked at Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan put the money away carefully.

He casually tore off a piece of paper and handed it over.

"This is the brigade headquarters' phone number. Call me here if there's an emergency."

"Alright."

Zhou Bing took the note and carefully tucked it into his wallet.

After seeing Zhou Bing off in his fully loaded truck, Song Xianglan patted the seat of the tricycle.

"Clear out the remaining loose stock."

They said it was a clearance sale.

Actually, it was just the watch I casually picked up from Lai Chou'er earlier, a few packs of loose cigarettes I didn't give to Zhou Bing, and sunglasses.

Song Xianglan, along with her two "apprentices," did not go to the black market.

Instead, they would wander around the entrances of the residential compounds of large state-owned factories.

It was right after I got off work.

Workers in blue overalls were pouring out.

Song Xianglan didn't shout out her wares.

Let Tingting wear a watch, stand in a crowd, and pretend to raise her hand to check the time.

It immediately attracted the attention of a group of young people.

"Where did you buy this watch? It's really impressive!"

"I have relatives who brought it back from Hong Kong Island. It was originally meant for the younger generation in the family, but we're short on money..." Song Xianglan sighed, her face full of reluctance.

This tactic of feigning indifference to lure someone in has proven consistently effective.

Within half an hour, the remaining dozen or so watches and several cartons of cigarettes were sold out.

This trip has been a success.

I made a net profit of almost two thousand yuan.

"Let's go eat." Song Xianglan waved her hand.

The three headed straight to the Overseas Chinese Farm Hotel in the county town.

The moment you enter, a wonderful aroma fills the air.

Song Xianglan didn't even look at the menu and ordered directly:

"Three bowls of turmeric rice, twenty skewers each of grilled chicken and pork, one bowl of bak kut teh per person, and a curry chicken!"

"That's too much," Shen Huijun quickly stopped her.

"Let's eat first and then talk."

Shen Huijun and Song Tingting didn't care about their image when the dishes were served.

He shoveled rice into his mouth, his lips glistening with oil.

Eat slowly.

Song Xianglan ladled a spoonful of curry chicken into Tingting's bowl.

He said with a smile:

"There will be many more good days like this in the future. As long as we work hard, next time Mom will take you to eat something different, even to the provincial capital and Beijing."

"We're going to universities in Beijing." Shen Huijun's eyes were a little red.

This is the kind of elder who doesn't spoil the fun, helps the family get rich together, and enjoys meat together.

It's so rare to find that you'd need a lantern!

They ate and drank their fill.

Song Xianglan then asked the waiter to pack up some brightly colored nine-layer cakes and several freshly baked pandan breads.

Only then did he ride his bike back, completely satisfied.

Back in the village.

It was already getting dark.

Before even entering the courtyard, one could hear the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling coming from inside.

"I can't live like this anymore. It's just sweet potato porridge every day. Now even my farts smell like sweet potatoes." Chen Xiuqin's voice was sharp and shrill.

Then came the wailing of Dazhuang and Erzhuang:

"I want to eat meat. Ask Grandma to buy some for us."

"You're asking your grandma for meat? Where am I supposed to get meat for you?" Chen Xiuqin cursed.

Yang Jianjun was impatient:

"It's all your fault for ruining our good life."

"Oh, Yang Jianjun! You actually insulted me. I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to marry you, and your mother is such a wretched old woman..."

Song Xianglan pushed open the half-closed courtyard gate and went inside.

His face was as cold as water.

Yang Jianjun immediately rushed over to complain:

"Mom, Chen Xiuqin said some really nasty things to you."

Song Xianglan glanced at him, her eyes icy.

When Chen Xiuqin saw Song Xianglan, her arrogance subsided slightly.

But he remained stubborn:

"I didn't swear! I swear..."

Song Xianglan wore a mocking expression, as if watching a show:

"Oh, you're cursing Yang Jianjun's mother."

What does it have to do with me if you're cursing Yang Jianjun's mother? Keep going, don't stop.

Yang Jianjun was stunned on the spot, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Is Mom completely disowning me?

Chen Xiuqin choked up as well.

Song Xianglan ignored the two idiots and went straight to Liu Chounu, who was standing at the door with a gossipy look on her face.

"Ugly Girl, how's it going with Big Flower? Is the breakup complete?"

The ugly woman spat fiercely:

"That old woman Huang is a real scoundrel, she's utterly depraved."

"How so?" Song Xianglan frowned.

"They did separate, but that old hag still wanted to splash Da Hua with dirty water before they parted ways."

Liu Chounu was so angry that she stomped her feet. "She went around shouting that Da Hua hadn't been fishing at sea for the past twenty years, but had been on the boat with men."

They called Da Hua a slut.

This news reached the ears of several fishermen who had gone out to sea with Da Hua.

They're afraid of getting into trouble, so they just sent word that they won't let Da Hua go out to sea with them anymore.

Song Xianglan's face darkened.

Fishermen always go out to sea in groups.

Da Hua couldn't possibly make a living at sea all by herself.

This is tantamount to directly destroying Liu Dahua's livelihood; it's trying to drive her to her death.

"It's truly a soft knife that kills without drawing blood."

Song Xianglan sneered, a cold glint in her eyes. "It's good that it's not too excessive. As long as that tumor is removed, can a living person be killed by holding their urine?"

"Yeah, at least they broke up."

The ugly woman sighed:

"In order to get rid of this plague, Da Hua gritted her teeth and gave the old woman twenty yuan."

They gave him five catties of rice every month, and that finally got rid of the vampire.

Song Xianglan nodded.

The cost is indeed high.

For Liu Dahua, it was the beginning of a new life.

Song Xianglan turned and went into the house.

Behind them, Yang Jianjun and Chen Xiuqin were still wondering what had happened to Song Xianglan.