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

Song Xianglan laughed and scolded, "You have the most tricks up your sleeve."

After saying that, Song Xianglan rolled her eyes at her, "You really have such a leisurely life that you make fun of others. Didn't Xiao Chuan say that the county is short of manpower? Go to the county and take charge of the accounts."

"It's so nice for the couple to be together. You just like staying in the village every day."

Ogawa happened to push the door open and walked in. Hearing this, he nodded repeatedly.

"Chunxia is much more efficient at accounting than I am. I get a headache just looking at those messy ledgers in the shop. If she were to go to the county to manage the accounts, I wouldn't need to look for anyone else."

Chunxia waved her hands repeatedly, refusing decisively.

"I'm not going." Chunxia picked up the sweet potato porridge on the table. "I don't have any great ambitions, and I don't want to make a lot of money."

I help my mom at the shop now. I have a daughter, and I'm well-fed and clothed. I'd never do that backbreaking work of going to the county all day to haggle with customers and settle accounts.

"Is that all you've got?" Song Xianglan scolded.

"What's the use of being successful? I don't compare myself to others or care about brand names. I'm quite content with my current life, content with my little corner of the world and living my quiet life. Nobody can cause me any trouble."

"As long as Xiao Chuan earns money, Lele and I will rely on him to make a living."

Chunxia handed Xiaochuan a meat bun, saying sweet words, "Honey, you've worked hard. Lele and I both love you."

Lele, sitting in Erhua's lap, also said, "I love Daddy."

Nie Xiaochuan's smile widened to its maximum.

Xiao Yan sat beside her, completely mesmerized.

She had never seen a woman like this before.

In the Tang family, a woman's life consists of working, being beaten, and giving birth.

No one would loudly proclaim that they want to live their own life.

I've had breakfast.

"Go to the small shop next to the ancestral hall to buy incense, candles, and paper money first," Song Xiangmei instructed. "Take these three children to the ancestral hall to kowtow and burn plenty of paper money."

Ogawa nodded.

He greeted Wentao and his two siblings.

"Let's go." Ogawa led the way.

out of the yard.

The villagers were surprised to see Nie Xiaochuan leading three unfamiliar young men.

They immediately surrounded them.

"Xiao Chuan, this must be Lao Wu's son, right?" The old man next door came over, smoking a cigarette. "He really does look a bit like Lao Wu back in the day."

Wen Tao hurriedly called out, "Grandpa."

Wenqiang held Xiaoyan's hand and followed closely behind Xiaochuan.

Several gossipy aunties were pointing and whispering among themselves.

"That little girl is so dark-skinned, she's just skin and bones."

"All three are thin. It's a tragedy; remarrying into their families will only bring suffering."

"That Xiuhong would be better off staying in the village and finding a man to take over the household."

"Even the Nie family can't tolerate them. What kind of good family do you take the Nie family for?"

We arrived at the entrance of the Nie Clan Ancestral Hall.

It was an old building made of blue bricks, and the stone steps in front of the door were polished to a shine by the years.

Ogawa pushed open the heavy wooden door.

In the main hall, the ancestral tablets of the Nie family were densely packed together.

The fifth son's memorial tablet is in the corner of the bottom row.

That was put in by Nie Xiaochuan himself back then.

"Go ahead." Xiao Chuan lit three incense sticks and handed them to Wen Tao.

Wentao took the incense and led his younger siblings to the prayer mat.

With a thud, the three children knelt down straight.

"Dad," Wen Tao called out in a hoarse voice, his forehead slamming heavily against the bluestone slab.

Wenqiang and Xiaoyan kowtowed in response.

There were no loud wailing, only the solid sound of kowtowing echoing in the empty ancestral hall.

Xiao Chuan stood to the side, looking up at Lao Wu's memorial tablet, his eyes stinging with tears.

"Fifth Brother," Xiao Chuan murmured to himself, "the person has been brought back. From now on, as their uncle, I will help them."

As Wentao emerged from the ancestral hall, his expression changed.

The feeling of fear and uncertainty I had before has disappeared.

"Sixth Uncle," Wentao called out to Xiaochuan.

"What's wrong?" Ogawa turned around.

"Wenqiang and I don't plan to stay idle at home." Wentao looked up at Xiaochuan. "We're strong and can endure any hardship. When you go to the county to buy goods or go to the market, take us with you."

Wen Qiang nodded in agreement: "No wages, just meals will do."

Xiao Chuan sized up the two boys.

"Sure." Xiao Chuan raised an eyebrow. "Let's keep the meat at home for a few days. There will be work for you when we go to the county in a few days."

Xiao Yan got anxious.

"What about me? I can work too."

Ogawa smiled and ruffled her hair.

"You stay with your grandma. The women of the Nie family don't do those rough jobs like carrying bags. You can either go to work in a factory or help your grandma run the small shop." Xiao Chuan stepped out of the ancestral hall. "Come on, let's go home!"

I've had breakfast.

Nie Xiaochuan took the car keys from the house and returned them to Song Xianglan.

"Third Aunt, I'll take Second Sister back to Xiaoquan Village first, and then we'll go to the county."

Song Xianglan came out of the main room. "Xiao Chuan, you should get a motorcycle too."

"Motorcycles can't carry much cargo," Nie Xiaochuan thought to himself. "I'll go to the county and ask around to see where I can buy a used pickup truck. Getting a pickup will save me the trouble of going back and forth."

"Buying a pickup truck is a good idea; it's practical."

Song Xiangmei: "Dahua, keep an eye on the convenience store today, I have other things to do."

Chunxia came out carrying an enamel basin and poured the water directly onto the base of the courtyard wall.

"She doesn't need to go. I'm free today anyway, I'll go check on the shop. Sister, you should go home quickly, there's a lot of work waiting for you in the fields."

Da Hua wiped her hands on her apron and looked at Song Xianglan with a big smile.

"Third Aunt, I'll head back now." Da Hua's voice was full of gratitude. "My dozens of acres of asparagus are being harvested right now, and I can't leave them unattended for days."

"Thanks to you for getting us involved in asparagus cultivation, our lives have finally turned around. Even our two little rascals are working at your factory now, instead of running around aimlessly."

"Why are you saying these things when we're family?" Song Xianglan waved her hand.

Da Hua laughed heartily, "I was just expressing my appreciation for the wonderful life."

Song Xiangmei led Xiao Yan out of the house, followed by Wen Tao and Wen Qiang.

"Xianglan, don't go back today. Come with me to Songjiazhuang."

Song Xianglan was taken aback: "Why are you going back to your parents' home?"

"Take these three children to get acquainted with the family." Song Xiangmei's eyes shone. "The bloodline left by the fifth son has returned. We need to let the elders of the Song family meet him. Otherwise, they won't recognize each other if we meet on the street."

"Okay." Song Xianglan pulled out the motorcycle key. "I'll ride the motorcycle with Xiaoyan and Wentao. Wenqiang, can you ride a bicycle?"

"I can ride it." Wenqiang ran to the corner and pushed the old 28-inch bicycle out.

"Take your grandma to Songjiazhuang."

The group split up and set off separately.

Song Xianglan twisted the throttle hard, and the motorcycle sped along the country road.

In less than half an hour, we stopped outside the gate of Brother Song's courtyard in Songjiazhuang.

Voices could be heard coming from the courtyard.

It sounds like there are guests here.

Song Xianglan turned off the stove and called out loudly into the yard, "Sister-in-law!"

The voices stopped abruptly.

The heavy wooden door was pulled open from the inside.

Sister-in-law Song stood on the threshold and saw Song Xianglan's expression instantly turn extremely strange.

"Third Sister, why are you here at this hour?" Sister-in-law Song forced a smile, her eyes constantly glancing into the courtyard.

Song Xianglan knew her sister-in-law too well and immediately sensed something was wrong.

"What? Are you having guests at home? Can't I come?" Song Xianglan hung her helmet on the handlebars.

"It's not that you can't come," Sister-in-law Song said with a smile, turning slightly to the side. "You two sisters are really something else. You usually disappear for months or even half a year, but today you both suddenly came back at the same time. Anyone who didn't know better would think you had planned it."