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

Liu Dahua wiped her face.

His cloudy eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

Her voice trembled:

"Xianglan, I'll earn a hundred yuan a month following you, and I'll even set up a longevity tablet for you."

Song Xianglan leaned back.

"Once you get into the industry, it's a piece of cake."

Liu Dahua gasped, her hands freezing in place.

Her thin, bony hands gripped Song Xianglan's arm tightly.

"Are you serious? I'd risk my life even if it was just ten dollars a day."

"It's not about risking my life, but it certainly involves some risk," Song Xianglan said in a low voice. "I need you to take me out to sea."

"When?" Liu Dahua asked urgently.

"the day after tomorrow."

Song Xianglan considered it for a moment:

"I have to go to work at the slaughterhouse the day after tomorrow. I'll come back after I'm done with my work."

Liu Dahua looked at her hands covered in age spots, then at the radiant Song Xianglan in front of her, and the resentment in her heart was completely ignited.

"Old Song..."

Liu Dahua's throat tightened:

"We're both fifty years old, can we still handle the strain?"

"So what if you're fifty?"

Song Xianglan grasped her hand in return; the warmth of her palm was scalding.

"In the first half of our lives, we lived for our children and for our men, and suffered countless grievances."

Now is the age for us to take charge of our own lives. Who says old women have to stay home, take care of their grandchildren, and wait to die?

These words.

It was like a heavy hammer blow to Liu Dahua's heart.

Her eyes welled up with tears again.

"I'll listen to you."

Liu Dahua grinned.

The smile aggravated the injury on her face, causing her to wince in pain.

But I just couldn't stop feeling so happy:

"I'm hungry, let's go eat!"

Liu Dahua insisted that Song Xianglan stay for dinner.

Song Xianglan could not refuse.

You can only sit down.

Although Liu Dahua's family was poor.

But those who live by the sea rely on it for their livelihood.

Fish is never lacking on the dinner table.

The steaming basket in the kitchen was lifted, and the delicious aroma wafted straight into our noses.

A plate of mackerel.

A plate of midday fish.

A plate of yellowfin tuna.

A plate of yellow croaker.

There was also a large bowl of cooling and bitter melon soup with sand snails.

"Haiyan, time to eat."

Liu Dahua shouted towards the kitchen.

The voice was loud and clear.

Zhang Haiyan, heavily pregnant, carried out a bowl of sweet potato porridge.

Seeing that my mother-in-law had regained her former energy and spirit, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.

She served the porridge and pushed the plates of fish towards the center.

Fish is cheaper than rice, so it's eaten as a staple food.

Song Xianglan craved yellowfin tuna the most.

The meat is tender and has a delicious flavor.

Liu Dahua placed the largest yellowfin tuna into Song Xianglan's bowl:

"Eat more. I'll pack a basket for you to take home later!"

Zhu Zi sat silently on the corner of the table.

He just mechanically shoveled the sweet potato porridge into his mouth.

Song Xianglan found it irritating.

I couldn't resist tapping the rim of the bowl with my chopsticks:

"Zhu Zi, who are you trying to impress with that long face that's longer than a donkey's?"

Your mother is escaping her misery and starting a new life, what are you afraid of?

If you can't bear to leave your vampire grandma, then pack your bags and go serve her right now.

The pillar lowered its head even further, its voice barely audible, like the hum of a mosquito.

"Auntie... I'm not afraid. I never wanted my mother to go fishing again. The sea is exposed to the wind and sun; she suffered her whole life..."

"You know she suffered her whole life?"

Song Xianglan snorted coldly:

"Since you know that, don't make her feel bad by acting like this. Letting her have a few days of peace is better than anything else."

Zhang Haiyan, who was listening nearby, felt relieved.

Unable to resist interjecting, he said, "Mom, as a family working together, we're not afraid of a tough life."

"Zhu Zi and I are still young; as long as we're willing to work, we won't starve."

She had a clear plan in mind to get rid of that old hag.

This will save the family a lot of money in the future.

Wait until the baby is born.

My mother-in-law helps take care of it.

She can also take on odd jobs, so her life will definitely be prosperous.

Liu Dahua glanced at her sensible daughter-in-law and smiled:

"I'm not so old that I can't move. I can still fish by myself in the future."

Zhang Haiyan was taken aback for a moment, then didn't dare to offer any further advice.

She was unaware that her mother-in-law and Song Xianglan were plotting to make a fortune.

After finishing her meal, Song Xianglan carried the basket of fresh fish and prepared to go home.

……

Early the next morning.

As dawn broke, Song Xianglan rode her bicycle straight to the slaughterhouse.

As employees of the slaughterhouse, we naturally don't need to buy meat from the retail store; we buy it all from within the slaughterhouse itself.

"Give me five catties of pork belly and two catties of spare ribs." Song Xianglan asked her colleague to buy the meat first.

My colleague swiftly and skillfully sliced ​​off the meat, leaving no missing pieces.

They cut off another piece, about two ounces of pork belly, and skewered it together.

Liu Yidao strolled over.

I heard she bought meat to take back to her parents' home.

He then deftly pulled out two cleaned pig trotters and a set of pig intestines from under the cutting board and strung them together with straw.

"I'll make sure it looks nice when you take it back to your parents' home."

Song Xianglan said thank you.

He naturally accepted the pig's trotters and pig intestines.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Liu Yidao lowered his voice:

"Old Song, that method you mentioned last time... is it real?"

Song Xianglan glanced at him, making no attempt to hide it:

"I have a batch of imported watches, sunglasses, floral shirts, radios, and Marlboro cigarettes."

"If you've got the guts, I'll give you a wholesale price. After work, you can find your own way to sell your stock."

Liu Yidao's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he heard that.

He swallowed hard. "Old Song...you must be got some nerve, right? This is..."

"Don't give me that nonsense."

"There are plenty of people doing this in Qingyang, it's not like I'm the only one."

Song Xianglan asked impatiently:

"I'm just asking you, do you want to get rich? I'm not as timid as you, I'm more cowardly than a mouse."

This tactic of provocation worked perfectly.

Liu Yidao's dark face turned bright red.

He gritted his teeth:

"I'll risk everything as long as I can make money."

If he had been shameless enough to pursue Song Xianglan relentlessly a few times back then, he wouldn't have remained a bachelor his whole life.

I was a coward back then.

They could only watch helplessly as she was stuck in that pile of cow dung from the Yang family.

Now I'm old.

We can't let this woman look down on us anymore.

"Okay, I'll pick up the goods for you this afternoon."

Song Xianglan hung the meat on the car.

With a stomp of his foot, he walked away in a flurry of activity.

Songjiazhuang was where she had the most carefree childhood, with loving parents and older siblings.

Song Xianglan didn't go to the fields; she rode her bicycle directly to Brother Song's house.

She always visits her eldest brother's house first.

The door was half-open.

Song Xianglan got out of the car and used the front wheel to push open the courtyard gate.