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

"I can't even drink anymore," the ugly woman chimed in from the side.

Song Xianglan picked up a piece of swimming crab and ate it.

"So, while you're young and healthy, eat whatever you want and go wherever you want. Don't wait until you're old to do these things. When you're old, your energy won't keep up, and no matter how much money you have, your body won't allow it."

Widow Wang understood the implication of the words.

He didn't say a word.

"It's the same with your water pumping business," Song Xianglan said, looking at Widow Wang. "Even if you're willing to pump water for them, they might not actually want it."

People find it troublesome to deal with familiar faces like you.

They'd rather sing, drink, and build relationships with young people. Since this kind of business won't last long, they might as well quit sooner rather than later.

I told you guys before when I set up the platform for transporting smuggled goods that this kind of small-scale operation wouldn't last. As time goes on and connections strengthen, people will start using vans and trucks to transport the goods.

"Stop?"

Widow Wang panicked, "If I stop, what will I eat? We don't know what else to do besides this."

"Take another route."

Song Xianglan remained calm and composed. "Have the people who are transporting the goods find something else to do. If they want to work in a factory, my processing plant can arrange that. If they don't want to work on an assembly line, they can use their savings to start their own small business."

Widow Wang picked up three conch shells in a row.

But he had no interest in picking out the meat and put it back in the bone dish.

"Going to the factory is out of the question," Widow Wang sighed. "The meager monthly salary at the factory might be enough for a single man or a couple with both parents working, but it's simply not enough for someone like me who has a large family to support."

My children are growing up, and when they get married and have children, building houses and paying dowries will all cost money.

Which girl would want to marry into a wealthy family and become a workhorse these days? If you don't have some self-respect, you can't even get a wife.

My eldest daughter is earning money now, but I also think that her earnings should be saved for her dowry. A woman without some money in her own hands will have less confidence in her husband's family.

Women are weaker.

If a mother doesn't plan ahead for her daughter, the daughter won't have any confidence when getting married.

There was a moment of silence on the table.

Seeing through Widow Wang's concerns, Song Xianglan used her chopsticks to pick up a large abalone and placed it in Widow Wang's bowl.

"If you don't want to work in a factory, then start your own small business. In my opinion, why don't you set up a stall in the village to sell clothes and shoes?"

"Selling clothes?" Widow Wang was taken aback.

"There are enough people selling food around here. There are food and drink shops everywhere in and around the village," Song Xianglan analyzed. "But what about clothing? The factories now have thousands of workers, and the villagers all have some spare cash."

Even the people in the next village are better off than before. They've received their wages, and after selling the vegetables and fruits from their fields, they need to buy themselves a couple of nice clothes. You should set up a stall and specialize in selling clothes; it'll definitely work."

Widow Wang felt uneasy.

"Well... I don't know anything about clothing styles. If I buy stock and it doesn't sell, it'll be a real financial disaster. I can't afford to touch the money my eldest daughter gives us every month."

She supports her family with the money she earns herself.

Every child in the family has to do chores, but fortunately, all the children are very filial.

"What are you afraid of?" Song Xianglan laughed. "When Tingting comes back from her vacation, I'll have her help you pick one out."

Huijun has a good eye; they know exactly what's trending in Shenzhen. Have them teach you a lesson.

Liu Dahua: "Go to the clothing wholesale market in the city and get some cheap stuff to test the waters. We, your old friends, will each buy two items from you to help you open your business."

At this moment, Lin Fang came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of freshly stir-fried rice noodles. The oily rice noodles were served with eggs, cabbage, oysters, pork belly, and shrimp, and the aroma was irresistible.

"Aunt Wang, I support you too. You have to be bold to do business," Lin Fang said with a smile as she put down the plate.

Widow Wang looked at everyone, but still didn't give in.

Capital is a major issue when starting a business.

"At worst, we can all chip in and lend you money to open a shop," Liu Chunhua shouted. "I've saved up some money from doing odd jobs over the years, so lending you three or five hundred yuan shouldn't be a problem."

"No need to borrow money. I have an idea."

Song Xianglan looked at everyone and said, "Back when we were transporting smuggled goods, I set a rule that each person would take one yuan from their daily earnings and put it into a common account to help team members who were in need. Now it's a considerable sum."

Everyone stopped eating and looked at her.

"Since this live-streaming sales business is no longer viable, this money is just dead money sitting in the account."

Why not take it and distribute it to families in the team who are struggling financially? Consider this money as your initial investment for your business.”

The ugly woman was the first to jump up.

"Don't count me in!" Liu Chounv waved her hands repeatedly. "My husband may be stingy, but we're not struggling financially right now, and I have quite a bit of savings. I don't want this money."

Liu Chunhua also expressed her opinion.

"I don't want it either. My children are all grown up and have their own families. I can make ends meet by doing odd jobs now. I'll leave this money for those who really need it."

Widow Wang's face turned bright red.

"I still can't accept it. There's no reason to use public funds to open a shop."

"Sit down." Liu Dahua glared at her and shoved Widow Wang back onto the stool. "How difficult is it for a woman like you to raise several children without a man's help? Are any of us blind enough to not see that?"

"You can't compete with men for the opportunity to make money; you can't beat those young guys. This money is your capital now. Besides, you work hard every day and regularly deposit money into the fund. What are you refusing?"

The purpose of this fund was to help families in need. You care about saving face; if your son is getting married and the bride price is expected, are you going to give it to them?

Widow Wang's eyes welled up with tears from the scolding.

I couldn't refute it at all.

Song Xianglan continued the conversation.

"Dahua is right." She turned to Liu Chunhua and instructed, "Chunhua, this matter is yours."

Go tomorrow and collect the money in the transport team's account, and take a headcount.

Everyone gets a share, no matter how much or how little; everyone gets a little to share in the joy.

For families like Juhong's that are struggling financially, allocate a larger portion as capital. If this amount isn't enough to cover the shortfall, I'll cover the difference.

The ugly woman clicked her tongue in disbelief: "Then you're at a huge loss?"

"I'm not short of money. Tingting, Huijun, and I subsidize girls in our town who can't afford to go to school every year."

"I want you to understand that no matter how old a woman is, she must have her own savings."

Waiting for your children to give you money to be filial? That's a matter of conscience.

Living off a man's whims? That depends even more on his conscience.

"When we have money in our own hands, we can eat and buy whatever we want, and we can yell at whomever we want. That's what it means to live comfortably."

The room fell silent for a moment after he said that.

Immediately, a huge burst of laughter erupted.

The heavy stone that had been weighing on Widow Wang's heart for months was completely removed in that instant.

She looked at the elderly women around her, their faces full of wrinkles, smiling like blooming chrysanthemums, and couldn't help but chuckle herself.

"Alright." Widow Wang picked up the half-full bowl of soup on the table and raised it like a glass of wine. "I won't be coy anymore. I'll take your money to open a clothing store. Once I've made some money, I'll treat you ladies to a fancy meal in the city."