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

Song Xianglan smiled and spoke:

"I'm in a good mood today, and I'm craving it too. I'll get you a few cases of sorghum liquor in a few days."

Song Qiang rushed out carrying the dusty sorghum liquor.

He deftly pulled out the stopper.

The aroma of wine instantly filled the room.

"Third Aunt, let me fill your cup." Song Qiang said with a fawning expression.

"Song Qiang, you little brat."

Old Song stared wide-eyed:

"If I didn't see your third uncle, would I still be sitting here?"

Song Lao Er also snorted:

"My second uncle is still breathing, what is the third one?"

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle. Coming right away."

I poured the wine.

He sat next to Song Xianglan and said, "Third Aunt, you look different this time. Did you find a way to make money in the city?"

Could you help look after my nephew?

I'm brave and can endure hardship; I'll do anything you ask.

These words were spoken.

Several pairs of eyes immediately turned to look at them.

Song Ersao pouted:

"Qiangzi, are you crazy for money?"

"That's utter nonsense," Sister-in-law Song chimed in.

Song Xianglan gave Song Qiang a meaningful look.

This kid has a sharp eye and a quick mind.

Song Xianglan put down her wine glass, her tone indifferent:

"I have connections, we'll talk about it later. I'll also ask the slaughterhouse workers if anyone's willing to take their place."

With a loud "boom".

The dinner table erupted in chaos.

Brother Song looked completely astonished:

"Xianglan, this... isn't this your job? Even if you quit, it should logically go to Jianjun, he's your own son..."

A hint of disgust flashed in Song Xianglan's eyes.

"That beast who tried to sell Tingting! I, Song Xianglan, will not give Yang Jianjun a single penny!"

She turned to look at Brother Song.

The tone softened somewhat:

"You're the one who helped me get this job in the first place. It's up to you who gets it."

Song Qiang first stated his position:

"I just want to stay with my third aunt, so I'm not considering working at the slaughterhouse."

Upon hearing this, Song Fei, who was standing nearby, also started to get creative.

My second brother is very shrewd.

This means that there must be even greater benefits coming from Auntie.

"Dad, I'm not going either."

Song Lao Si's wife approached Song Dage with a beaming smile.

"Big brother, let my second son go then. My son is strong and quiet, perfect for slaughtering pigs at the slaughterhouse."

Brother Song said with a stern face:

"We can talk about work later. Third Sister hasn't officially retired yet, so what's the rush?"

On the small table.

Lin Ping reached out to pick up a piece of meat.

The chopsticks had just been extended when Song Fei's wife slapped them away.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, my hand slipped." Song Fei's wife gave a forced smile and handed the piece of meat to her daughter.

The grandson of Song Laosi's family, who was like a hungry wolf, ate like a whirlwind.

This was the first time Lin Ping had ever seen such delicious food end up in someone else's mouth.

Enraged, she pinched her daughter hard under the table, causing the child to almost cry.

After the meal, everyone had to go back to work.

They all went to take their afternoon nap.

Song Qiang led Song Xianglan to the old banyan tree behind the house to cool off.

"Third Aunt," Song Qiang plopped down on a tree root, "you're even willing to give up your job at the slaughterhouse, you must have a big business going on."

Song Xianglan leaned against the tree trunk and smiled:

"I came here today to ask you to help me sell my goods."

"I have a few digital watches, some sunglasses, and floral shirts. These things are in high demand. If you're brave enough, help me sell them after the harvest season and make a profit."

Song Qiang rubbed his hands together excitedly, "Which line did you connect with? It's that strong?"

"secret."

Song Qiang chuckled.

"I don't have much capital right now, could you lend me two watches and a few shirts to test the waters?"

Song Xianglan nodded in agreement.

Song Qiang is a natural businessman.

In his previous life, he made some good friends and opened the largest customs brokerage firm in Qingyang.

After finishing their business, Song Xianglan got up to leave.

Sister-in-law Song brought out a heavy bag containing red tortoise cakes, peanut candy, homemade pickled cabbage, and dried radish.

"Third sister, take it back to eat."

"Sister-in-law, I think you should hurry up and divide the family property."

"I've spoken to your older brother. Tomorrow, we'll invite people from the elders' association over for a meal to discuss the division of the family property."

Song Xianglan held Song Dasao's hand.

"Tell me if you need anything. You can borrow money from me if you need to build a house."

Back then, Sister-in-law Song helped her a lot.

It's not an exaggeration to say that the eldest sister-in-law is like a mother.

Sister-in-law Song nodded, not taking it seriously.

She always thought to herself, how could she possibly borrow money from Song Xianglan?

Song Xianglan did not go straight home.

They turned and went to Lai Chou'er's place.

Lai Chou'er looked at the slip of paper in her hand, filled with a list of goods, and his heart pounded with anxiety.

"Auntie, you've bought so much stock all at once, I'm having cash flow problems. Could you... settle the accounts once a week?"

"become."

Song Xianglan readily agreed, "We're all in this for the money, so making things convenient for you is making things convenient for me."

The supply of goods has been secured.

She then went to the slaughterhouse without stopping.

Liu Yidao was smoking at the back door of the slaughterhouse.

Song Xianglan said succinctly, "Take this batch of goods and sell them first. We'll settle the accounts when I come to work tomorrow."

Liu Yidao is a typical spendthrift.

I never kept any money for the following month in my pocket.

Seeing that Song Xianglan trusted him so much and gave him the goods first, he felt a sense of being valued.

"Aren't you afraid I'll run off with the stuff?" Liu Yidao asked, glancing sideways.

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes.

"Are you that kind of person? Besides, you can't just run away from your job. You're not going to throw away this secure job, are you?"

Liu Yidao was amused.

With a wave of his hand, he put the cloth bag away.

"Old Song, you know exactly what I'm thinking. Don't worry, the money will be in your hands first thing tomorrow morning."

Arrange everything properly.

Song Xianglan then walked home in the setting sun.

Yang Dashan was dragging his heavy steps along the ridge of the field on his way home.

The rice harvest these past few days has exhausted him; his once straight back is now hunched over like an old shrimp.

He saw Zhang Yujuan washing clothes by the river not far away and quietly ran over.

He hugged Zhang Yujuan tightly and called her his darling.

Zhang Yujuan broke free.

He covered his nose in disgust.

"What's that stinky smell? I told you, you should at least tidy yourself up a bit; you look just like Wang Dahai."

Yang Dashan was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged.

He gripped the sickle and growled:

"Wang Dahai is a three-second king, I'm not like him."

Zhang Yujuan sneered, her eyes filled with contempt:

"The ocean may be faster, but it has money. Can you compare?"

These words pierced Yang Dashan's heart like a knife.

The two parted unhappily.

He pushed open his old, dilapidated wooden door.

Yang Dashan originally thought he would be greeted with a cold stove and no pots, but unexpectedly, an enticing aroma wafted over.

The kitchen was filled with smoke.

Song Xianglan was lifting the pot lid.

A large pot of simmered radish rice, glistening with oil.

The pork belly is fried until the oil is rendered, mixed with the umami flavors of dried shiitake mushrooms and dried oysters, then topped with tender white radish and carrot cubes, and finally drizzled with a spoonful of the soul-stirring onion oil.

Yang Dashan stood frozen at the door, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

My stomach was instantly whetted.

It's been a long time since I've had radish rice.

Song Xianglan knew he had been wronged, so she specially cooked a nice meal to please him.

Thinking of this, Yang Dashan's previously bitter face relaxed a little.

He threw the sickle into the corner and coughed.

"Xianglan, let's live a good life as a family, okay? Me, Jianjun, and the others..."