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

"Your motorcycle has been sitting in the warehouse for so long. Xiao Chuan usually rides it a lot when he goes out on errands." Chunxia took a helmet off the front of the motorcycle and handed it to him. "You rode your motorcycle back yesterday, so I came to pick you up today. You can ride your motorcycle back when you get back."

Song Xianglan took the helmet and fastened it.

"This whole thing is a mess." Chunxia started the car, twisted the accelerator, and started talking non-stop.

"What happened?" Song Xianglan climbed onto the back seat.

Chunxia's voice drifted on the wind. "It's still that fifth brother's ex-wife. After the land was divided among households, she didn't have a good life with her husband's side either. That man also had three sons and a daughter, who were all of marriageable age."

When the matchmaker went to propose marriage, the woman found out that besides the three sons and one daughter from the first marriage, there were three younger children, plus the two brothers Wentao and Xiaoyan, left behind by the fifth son. The whole family was full of bachelors; what girl would want to marry into such a household?

"A house that looks like a bottomless pit."

"That man forced Lao Wu's ex-wife to send Wen Tao and his brother back to Niejiazhuang. He said that Wen Tao and his brother were Lao Wu's children after all, and they should go back to Niejiazhuang to get land and get married."

Chunxia spat.

"That land was distributed to individual households a few years ago, and they wouldn't let their children come back. Now they want to drive them away, and what's even more despicable is that they've sent the two boys back, but the daughter has to stay."

Song Xianglan frowned.

"That girl must be twenty by now, old enough to ask her in-laws for a dowry. They're really ripping us off."

"Yesterday I was so angry that I pointed my finger at Lao Wu's ex-wife and yelled at her." Chunxia gripped the handlebars tightly. "Guess what? She didn't even talk back."

She kept her head down, sobbing and complaining about how hard life was, saying that her fifth brother's child had to come back, and she absolutely had to bring him back.

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes.

This kind of taciturn person is the most difficult to deal with.

They can't be driven away by force or insults.

We've decided that we can't ignore the bloodline of the fifth son of Nie Family Village.

"They're dreaming. We'll take care of Wentao and his brother, but we have to get Xiaoyan back too," Chunxia said angrily. "My mother said that the poorer the family, the more they favor sons over daughters, the less they value their daughters. The families they marry into won't be any better."

Song Xianglan patted Chunxia on the shoulder.

"Don't go to Nie Family Village yet. Go to Shelter Dock."

"What are you going there for?"

"With so many people coming over, we need to buy some seafood. I'll go buy some fish, shrimp, and crab," Song Xianglan said, touching her handbag. When she came out, she specifically took two newly cut pieces of cloth and a few snacks.

Take it to Song Xiangmei and the others to try some snacks, and the fabric can be used to make clothes for Wentao and the others.

The motorcycle made a sharp turn on the asphalt road and headed towards the sea.

The typhoon shelter is bustling right now.

The fishing boats that had just returned to port unloaded their cargo, and the fishermen placed several wooden basins filled with lively fish and crabs on the dock.

The salty, fishy sea breeze went straight into my nose.

Chunxia parked the car.

Song Xianglan walked over and squatted down in front of a dark-skinned, thin fisherman's stall.

"How much are these red spots?"

"Boss Song, give me five yuan and take it. It's all freshly caught." The fisherman recognized Song Xianglan and smiled broadly.

"Okay, I'll take the biggest one. And weigh two more pounds of shrimp."

"Give me two yellowfin tuna too."

Song Xianglan paid the money and carried the fish strung together with straw rope and the shrimp in the net bag.

I also bought two pounds of rock oysters, as well as threadfin bream and crabs.

Song Xianglan simply borrowed a wooden bucket from the fishermen and put the seafood she had bought inside. When a fisherman asked her if she wanted any snails, Song Xianglan asked for some too.

Snails are worthless.

The fisherman refused to take her money, and Song Xianglan glanced at them and said, "Sell me these two ribbonfish."

I bought fish.

The two got back into the car and headed straight for Niejiazhuang.

The motorcycle climbed a steep slope and stopped in front of a stone courtyard.

The courtyard gate was wide open.

Several snakeskin bags were piled up messily inside.

Song Xianglan went inside. She immediately saw two young men standing in the middle of the courtyard.

Wen Tao is 23 years old this year, and Wen Qiang is 21 years old.

The two men were dressed in clothes that were rather short, patched upon patched, with their wrists and ankles exposed, and they were very thin.

Lao Wu's ex-wife, Xiu Hong, stood in the corner with her head down, carrying an old cloth bag on her back.

Chunxia walked ahead and placed the helmet on the stone table.

"Wentao, Wenqiang. Third Aunt is here. Call her over."

The two brothers, Wen Tao and Wen Qiang, called out to their third aunt.

Xiuhong looked up at Song Xianglan, her eyes darting away, then lowered her head again.

"Third Aunt," Xiuhong's voice was barely audible.

Song Xianglan handed the wooden bucket containing the fish and shrimp to Chunxia to take to the kitchen. She then pulled up a long bench, sat down, and took out the cloth and some pastries from her bag, placing them on the table.

"Wentao, Wenqiang, come here." Song Xianglan beckoned.

The two young men glanced at each other and slowly moved over.

Song Xianglan opened the pastries and put two pieces in each person's hand.

"Eat."

Song Xianglan turned to look at Xiuhong in the corner.

"Was it your idea to send them both back, or your current man's?"

Xiuhong fiddled with the hem of her clothes. "Third Aunt, this has nothing to do with Datian. It's just that I think the children are all grown up. Wenqiang and the others are the roots of the Nie family, and they have to come back to acknowledge their ancestors."

"Recognizing your ancestors?" Song Xiangmei came out of the kitchen and sneered. "Back then, when the fifth brother died, I didn't stop you from remarrying."

You took two children with you, and one was pregnant, and you also grabbed the fifth child's pension, and I didn't say a word. Now you're complaining that the children are grown up and want to start their own families, and you come to me talking about acknowledging your ancestral roots?

Xiuhong's eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

"It's not my fault back then, but Wentao's uncles wanted to eat me alive. Life is hard for a widow, and as a weak woman, I could only be bullied."

Wentao's stepfather treated them very well. However, when Daping wanted to get married, the woman's family complained that there were too many bachelors in their family.

"I have no other choice. If this drags on any longer, Wentao and the others won't be able to find wives."

The brothers and sisters-in-law in the Nie family are like hungry wolves; even if she doesn't remarry and stays here, her pension will be swallowed up. Her mother-in-law is too soft-hearted to protect her at all.

She was a weak woman and there was nothing she could do.

"So you just threw the two boys back and kept your daughter?"

Song Xianglan stood up. "Do you think Nie Family Village is your shelter, or do you think we old folks are all fools?"

"No... I didn't mean that." Xiuhong shrank back.

"If that's not what you meant, what are you planning?" Song Xianglan retorted. "Xiao Yan is of marriageable age. Is your husband planning to use Xiao Yan's dowry to pay off his son's debts?"

Xiuhong shuddered when her secret was exposed.

"That's my daughter. I can't push her into a fire pit. I've given birth to three children for the Nie family. Even if I send my two sons back, I should at least keep one daughter by my side."

Xiuhong felt that this was exactly what she thought.

As for what Tang Datian thinks, that's his business; she doesn't want to use her daughter to exchange for a marriage with anyone.

The atmosphere in the courtyard froze.

Nie Dahua and Erhua were busy inside.

Steam rose from the large iron pot on the stove.

Chunxia lifted a piece of pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat from the top of the wooden bucket.

It weighs at least two pounds.

"Big sister, this is the meat Auntie bought." Chunxia handed over the meat. "There's also a lot of seafood. Let's cook a lot for lunch."

Da Hua took it. "That damned woman from Lao Wu's previous relationship still has the nerve to come back? She just dumped two young men of marriageable age here and thinks she can just walk away?"

Erhua added some firewood to the stove.

"Why hasn't Xiaoyan come back? Could she really have stayed there?" Erhua felt uneasy; she hoped Xiaoyan would come back with her.

Even though he had never met his niece, he was unwilling to stay in that place.

"Do you even need to ask?" Chunxia sneered. "Just leave it in that house to exchange for a bride price."

Da Hua threw the knife away.

"Let's go out and ask her!"

Da Hua and Er Hua walked out of the kitchen, with Chun Xia following behind.

The three of them walked into the courtyard and greeted Song Xianglan.

Da Hua, with her fiery temper, immediately retorted, "Xiu Hong, the Nie family warmly welcomes the children back. But you need to make yourself clear today: why were Wen Tao and Wen Qiang sent back, while Xiao Yan is left with someone else?"