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

Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow and immediately understood.

"Is Song Xianghe inside?"

Sister-in-law Song nodded.

"How could that rich city lady possibly want to come to our countryside?" Song Xianglan sneered. "She's got eyes on the top of her head, looking down on country folk. Every time she comes back, she raids the village like bandits."

"Don't even mention it," sighed Sister-in-law Song. "Both of her sons have been laid off."

"My secure job is gone, and my family is starving. He came back alone today, saying he wants to borrow some money from your older brother to start a small business in the county."

Song Xianglan did not respond.

She turned to look at Wentao and Xiaoyan.

Only then did Sister-in-law Song turn her attention to Wentao and Xiaoyan.

She stared at Wentao's narrow eyes, then looked at Xiaoyan's nose, and became more and more alarmed.

"Xianglan, who are these two children...?" Sister-in-law Song felt that the two looked familiar.

"It's my eldest sister's fifth son's child," Song Xianglan said calmly. "We just brought him home from the mountains yesterday. My eldest sister said he's coming to visit his great-uncle's house."

Sister-in-law Song's eyes suddenly reddened.

"Oh my God." Sister-in-law Song gripped Xiao Yan's wrist, her eyes brimming with tears.

"The fifth one had a hard life. He went to the battlefield and never came back. I thought these kids would never come back. Well, at least he's grown up and knows to come home now."

"Call her 'Grandma'," Song Xianglan instructed from the side.

"Grandma," Xiao Yan and Wen Tao called out in unison.

Wiping away her tears, Sister-in-law Song turned around and shouted at the top of her lungs into the yard:

"Old man! Don't sit there! Come out and see who's here!"

yard.

Song Xianghe was sitting under the grape trellis. Her hair was casually tied back, and she no longer had the haughty city girl air she had when she returned to her hometown years ago.

Hearing Sister-in-law Song's shout.

Song Xianghe subconsciously stood up.

Sister-in-law Song led Song Xianglan and two children in.

Song Xianghe's gaze met Song Xianglan's.

Take a closer look at the well-tailored shirt Song Xianglan is wearing.

Song Xianghe's face froze completely.

Back then, she married into the city, secured a stable job, and looked down on her brothers and sisters in the countryside.

Now, she even has to carefully calculate when buying a pound of meat.

The third sister, however, became one of the wealthiest people in town.

This stark contrast completely stripped Song Xianghe of her dignity.

It made her feel a pang of jealousy.

Jealousy and resentment welled up in my heart.

"...Third Sister." All of Song Xianghe's resentment was written all over her face.

Song Xianglan glanced at her and said, "My arrogant second sister, she's so arrogant! She heard your family is having a hard time and is coming to beg for money?"

Song Xianghe retorted, sticking her neck out: "What do you mean by begging for money? My two sons are only temporarily laid off. I'm asking my older brother for a loan. They'll pay me back once their business is up and running."

"I borrowed money, I'm not going to default on it, why say such harsh things?"

Song Xianglan bluntly exposed, "Your son has been spoiled by you and is now lazy and ignorant of basic life skills."

They find serving tea and water too tiring, and you want to lend them money to start a business? You might end up losing everything.

"How can you talk like that, you third aunt? The two brothers, Xiaojun and his brother, also have jobs. You, as their aunts and uncles, should help them out. Do you think they'll forget you when they're successful?"

"What ability do I have to help? I'm not expecting other people's eyes to support me in my old age."

"Who doesn't work hard on their own? What have you done to help other people? Have you ever suffered for your family, given them money, or helped them find jobs?"

"You dare to dream of something just because you're licking Lao Bi's boots? You shameless bastard. How much can you earn by setting up a stall on the street? You can't even afford to live?"

Song Xianglan looked down on Song Xianghe's family the most.

I heard months ago that the factory went bankrupt. He's a father with children, and he's making his wife go to work instead of staying home and finding work.

"Song Xianglan, you've really got some nerve. I won't help you anyway." Song Xianghe's attitude changed drastically. "I'll borrow a few tens of thousands of yuan from my older brother to tide me over, and I'll pay him back when I have the money."

Song Xianglan retorted bluntly: "Your whole family isn't worth a thousand yuan."

My head's so foggy, I need to get some moxibustion on my temples. "Open your mouth like a latrine and you'll be fine; if ten thousand dollars fell from the sky, hurry and pick it up!"

Why do people always have 10,000 yuan in spare cash?

Brother Song and Sister-in-law Song didn't own much land. Song Qiang and Song Fei's land was given to Song Rong to cultivate.

The two old guys don't have ten thousand yuan.

The curtain to the main room was lifted.

Brother Song came out coughing.

He had lost a lot of weight, and his back was a bit hunched.

"Third Sister is back." Brother Song coughed twice, his gaze falling on the unfamiliar child in the middle of the courtyard.

He stopped in his tracks.

Wen Tao and Xiao Yan were surprised by Song Xianglan's fighting prowess.

He stood there, stunned and lost in thought.

Sister-in-law Song quickly grabbed his arm and pointed at Wentao, saying, "Old man, take a look. This is the fifth child of my eldest sister's family. My eldest sister just brought them back."

Brother Song was startled.

His cloudy eyes instantly filled with tears.

"He looks...he really looks like Fifth Brother." Brother Song's lips trembled. "It's good that he's back."

Wen Tao called out in a hoarse voice, "Grandpa Uncle."

"Yes," Brother Song responded loudly.

He turned and glared at Sister-in-law Song, "What are you standing there for? Go inside and get some red paper to wrap the red envelopes."

Sister-in-law Song agreed repeatedly and turned to run into the house.

Brother Song called out to the neighboring courtyard again: "Stinky Ear. Go and fetch my second brother and the others for me."

Tell them that Old Man Nie's child has come home. No one is allowed to work in the fields today; everyone should come and get together.

From the neighboring courtyard, a hoarse old man's voice came, "I know."

The whole courtyard became lively.

Sister-in-law Song ran out with two thick red envelopes and stuffed them into the hands of the two children.

"Grandma, we don't want it."

"Take it!" Sister-in-law Song said firmly. "This is a gift from our elders."

Wentao gripped the thick piece and instinctively pushed it back, saying, "It's too much; we can't take it."

"Take it if I tell you to." Brother Song's face hardened. "You can't refuse a gift from an elder. Remember, if anyone in the surrounding area dares to bully you, come find your great-uncle."

Sister-in-law Song stood to the side, pursing her lips:

"You're making guarantees? Whenever something even slightly goes wrong at home, it's always Third Sister who steps in to bail us out. You haven't even had a drink yet, how can you start talking nonsense?"

The people in the courtyard heard this.

They couldn't help but laugh.

Brother Song blushed and retorted stiffly:

"Can't you at least save me some face in front of my nephew and grandson?"

Song Xianglan chimed in, "Brother, please sit down and rest so you don't hurt your back."

Not long after.

Footsteps could be heard coming from outside the courtyard.

The three brothers, Song Lao Er, Song Lao San, and Song Lao Si, entered the courtyard one after the other with their wives.

The already small courtyard was suddenly packed with people.

As soon as the three sisters-in-law stepped across the threshold, their eyes swept across the room and they saw Song Xianghe sitting in the corner.

When Song Lao Er's wife saw Song Xiang He roll her eyes, she let out a cold snort.

Song Laosan's wife didn't even give her a second glance.

Song Lao Si's wife deliberately bypassed Song Xiang He and quickly walked up to Song Xiang Lan.

"You finally have time to come back. Is the factory busy lately?" Song Lao Er's wife smiled broadly and pulled up a chair to sit next to Song Xianglan.

"It's alright, I've only had a couple of days off." Song Xianglan picked up her teacup and took a sip.

Song Xianghe sat opposite her, her face ashen as if she had swallowed a dead fly, and tried several times to interrupt about the ten thousand yuan.

Nobody paid any attention to her.

Brother Song suddenly bent over, covered his mouth, and coughed violently.

Song Laosan quickly poured a glass of warm water and handed it over: "Brother, why isn't your cough better yet?"

I've noticed you've been eating less lately. The other day, you didn't even touch the plate of scrambled eggs with razor clams.

Brother Song was panting heavily after finally catching his breath.

"When you get old, if you can't eat, you should eat less." Brother Song's voice was a little hoarse. "I even dreamed about our parents a couple of days ago."

In my dream, they told me they had built a new house over there and asked when I was going to move in. I saw my dad riding a water buffalo, and my mom holding a pipe.

These words were spoken.

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

Song Lao Er's expression changed.

"Brother, what nonsense are you spouting in broad daylight?"

While patting her husband's back, Sister-in-law Song casually said, "I think the two elders are short of money down there. This afternoon I'll have Song Rong buy more paper money so we can burn more paper money at our parents' graves."