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

Seeing that her mother's expression was not right, Song Tingting grabbed Song Xianglan's arm and started shaking it.

"Mom! I swear! I promise I'll study hard and never let myself get distracted by worldly affairs!"

Song Tingting held up three fingers.

Her face turned bright red with anxiety.

"Sister-in-law, you must be my witness. I must get into university."

Shen Huijun was also afraid that her mother-in-law would get angry and cut off her source of income.

She quickly chimed in, "Mom, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on her at home. Tingting's quick-witted; she'll definitely manage both."

Song Xianglan reached out and tapped her forehead:

"Remember what you said."

The three of them went into the inner room.

By bolting the door shut, the noise from outside was blocked out.

Song Tingting couldn't wait to lift her shirt and untie a long cloth bag from her waist.

A pile of banknotes covered half of the bed sheet.

There are one or two cents, one or two pieces.

More than anything, it's about great unity.

After counting the money.

Song Tingting's eyes sparkled.

He lowered his voice excitedly:

"Mom, my sister-in-law and I went to buy some goods today. Some of the older brothers told me about a small fishing village called Xiangzhi, which is really lively."

A market had sprung up there. From clothes and shoes to food and drinks, even medicine, electronics, and cigarettes. Lots of people were setting up stalls there; shall we go take a look?

Shen Huijun also looked longingly at it:

"Yes, Mom, I heard that there's a wide variety of goods and lots of people there, and the prices are low."

Song Xianglan didn't even lift her eyelids.

He neatly sorted and stacked the money, then coldly uttered two words.

"I'm not going."

Why?

Song Tingting became anxious, "That's a huge opportunity!"

Song Xianglan's eyes were sharp:

"You only see the excitement, not the risks."

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. That place has too many stalls and too much transaction volume, so it will be targeted and arrested sooner or later.

Let's just do small-scale, low-key work to make a living, and wait until things really loosen up.

Kaori is indeed a beautiful place.

However, because it was too ostentatious, it was criticized by the news using several idioms.

She only wanted to play it safe and secure.

"From now on, don't mention going to Kaori. We'll go it alone." Song Xianglan made the final decision.

Seeing Song Xianglan's resolute tone, the two, though itching to try, could only give up.

This is the family we live in now.

Song Xianglan was the true pillar of support.

midnight.

Song Xianglan rode her bicycle to work.

Early the next morning.

Just as dawn was breaking, the sound of ping-pong balls being smashed echoed in the courtyard.

Chen Xiuqin had her hair disheveled.

She was wearing cloth shoes.

Holding a tattered winnowing basket, he made veiled insults in the courtyard.

He kicked a wicker basket away.

He was muttering curses under his breath:

"Some old geezers take their family's money to raise wild foxes outside, not even caring about the rotten offal."

His own grandson at home was crying from hunger, while he pretended to be generous outside, not even afraid of being struck by lightning.

Yang Dashan's head was throbbing from the noise.

He came out wearing a robe, his face dark, and roared:

"Where's the wailing so early in the morning?"

He's a respectable person, and if he has something to hide, he can't just take the blame himself.

Yang Dashan turned his head and saw Yang Jianjun squatting at the base of the wall.

I was furious:

"Control your wife, what's wrong with her?"

Yang Jianjun was scolded by Chen Xiuqin for half a day last night, with her ear being pulled.

My mind is filled with images of Zhang Yujuan's big brick house and the good life of Wang Cong's family of three.

He was listening to his own father's scolding.

The fire in my heart suddenly shot up to the top of my head.

He glared at Yang Dashan with red eyes:

"Dad, I'll just ask you one straight question: do you like that woman Zhang Yujuan?"

Yang Dashan was stunned.

"Snapped!"

Yang Dashan was enraged.

He raised his hand and slapped Yang Jianjun hard across the face.

"You bastard! How dare you insult her?"

That's your own mother!

The words rolled on his tongue, but Yang Dashan swallowed them back down.

Yang Jianjun's neck veins bulged from the beating.

He roared, his neck stiff:

"Did I scold her wrong? Everyone in the production team knows that Zhang Yujuan dresses up in a flamboyant way every day."

If someone walks with their hips swaying like a fan, they definitely have questionable conduct.

"People saw you two going into the bamboo grove, and you still won't admit it."

"You heartless bastard."

Yang Dashan was so angry that he trembled all over.

Pointing his finger at Yang Jianjun's nose.

Spit flying everywhere:

"Anyone can insult her, but you can't. You beast."

After scolding his son.

Yang Dashan then turned to look at Chen Xiuqin, who was still throwing things around.

He spat viciously:

"And you, all you do all day is stir up trouble. This family is ruined because of troublemakers like you."

Chen Xiuqin was initially concerned about saving face for her father-in-law.

Upon hearing the words "troublemaker," one immediately understands the meaning.

That was a complete disaster.

She slapped her thigh and began to wail loudly:

"Damn it. I gave birth to two big, fat grandsons for the Yang family, worked like a slave to serve the whole family, and in the end, I only got a reputation as a troublemaker."

woo woo woo...

All the money was used to subsidize those wild vixens outside.

My two sons, Dazhuang and Erzhuang, can't even get a full meal.

"I can't live like this anymore. I'll go somewhere else and have two more sons. Then people there will treat me like royalty."

This shout startled all the neighbors.

Lin Laoliu roared from behind the courtyard:

"People who have five or six sons are not treated like ancestors, but you who have two sons have to wait in line."

Chen Xiuqin angrily cursed:

"Get out of here, you damn sixth brother."

Just as chaos was raging...

Song Tingting came out carrying a schoolbag, with two neat braids and a loaf of bread in her hand.

Chen Xiuqin's crying stopped abruptly.

His eyes were fixed on the bread, and his mouth was practically watering.

"Little sister, you be the judge." Chen Xiuqin tried to pull Song Tingting away.

Song Tingting dodged Chen Xiuqin's hand.

Yang Dashan was so hungry that his stomach was sticking to his back.

That little bit of radish rice from last night has long been digested.

He saw the bread in Song Tingting's hand and reached out to snatch it.

"You brat. I'm starving, and you're eating all by yourself."

Song Tingting reacted very quickly.

He stuffed the remaining half of the bread into his mouth, his cheeks puffed out like a little hamster, and darted out of the yard.

She only swallowed the bread in her mouth after running to a safe area.

He shouted loudly into the yard:

"You dare steal my food? I'll tell my mom, and she'll skin you alive when she gets back!"

After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.

Yang Dashan was so angry that he stomped his feet.

I glanced back at the cold, empty kitchen.

Then look at the daughter-in-law throwing a tantrum on the ground and the son with a face full of resentment.

Yang Dashan felt incredibly frustrated.

He walked into the kitchen with a dark expression.

I washed the carrot, which was covered in mud, a couple of times.

He went to work eating raw carrots like that.

Several women huddled together on the street and whispered:

"Did you hear that? Chen Xiuqin's insults were really awful."

"Of course, they've even called her a 'wild vixen,' how could it be fake?"

"It seems to be true. I used to think it was just a rumor. I never expected that old man Yang Dashan, who looks so respectable, would be so cunning behind the scenes."

"There's no smoke without fire, and no smoke without fire. If nothing had happened, would Chen Xiuqin dare to make such a scene?"

"No wonder Song Xianglan dislikes Yang Dashan."

"Wang Dahai is back."

The crowd chattered amongst themselves, their voices not loud, but they pierced Wang Cong's ears like needles.

Wang Cong walked at the very back of the group, his face ashen.

He had a "Longevity" brand cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He was usually most proud of this cigarette.

Today, I've become a laughing stock in other people's eyes.

The men in front, who couldn't stand Wang Cong's usual smugness, deliberately slowed down and laughed in a sarcastic tone.

"Hey, Wang Cong, smoking one? This Longevity cigarette tastes pretty good, doesn't it?"

Wang Cong remained silent.

They quickened their pace, wanting to surpass them.

Those people deliberately blocked the way, and one of them chuckled:

"It's true that your father, Wang Dahai, is a sailor, but everyone knows how much a crew member earns a month. Can he afford to support you like this?"

Another immediately chimed in, winking and saying:

"That's not necessarily true. Wang Cong is lucky; he has people who care for him. I heard Yang Dashan gave his family money."

"Hahaha, no wonder. Wang Cong, you have two fathers."

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Wang Cong suddenly stopped in his tracks, the veins on his neck throbbing.

He spat out the cigarette from his mouth and crushed it out.

He gripped the sickle handle with both hands, his knuckles turning white.

"Anyone who dares to gossip again, I'll chop them up!"

That look in his eyes was so fierce, it was like he wanted to devour someone.