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

Seeing that the young man was disciplined and reliable, Song Yulu's mind raced.

She put the money back into her bag.

"Xiao Li, do you want to sell the new house?" Song Yulu stared at him.

"New houses? What real estate agent doesn't want to sell new houses?" Xiao Li sighed. "The commissions are high and the houses sell well. But how can a small street-side shop like ours be qualified to take on new housing developments? No one will hire me because I don't have the qualifications."

"Behind Elementary School Road, there's a large construction site. Have you heard of that project?"

"New City Garden?" Xiao Li's eyes widened. "Who in the whole of New City hasn't heard of it? That's a place that everyone's fighting tooth and nail for; so many people pull strings and try to find connections to get a sales job there."

"Take the business card I gave you tomorrow and go directly to the address to find the person." Song Yulu took a business card out of her bag and handed it to him. "Just say that Song Yulu referred you there. From now on, you'll stay there specifically to sell new houses."

Xiao Li's hands were trembling as he received the business card.

Being able to sell a house in Xincheng Garden is like having a golden rice bowl in your hand.

"Sister Song, you're not kidding, are you?" Xiao Li was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently.

"Why would I lie to you? Just try it and you'll see." Song Yulu laughed.

Director Han listened intently and nodded repeatedly. "The owner of Xincheng Garden is surnamed Zhou. With this connection, I feel more at ease buying this house."

Xiao Li carefully tucked the business card into his body and straightened his back.

"Sister Song, I'm so grateful, I can't thank you enough." Little Li patted his chest and assured her, "You haven't finished the transfer of ownership for these houses yet, have you? Leave it to me to go to the housing management bureau and queue up to process it. I guarantee I can get the property certificates for both houses done in half a day."

"That's great!" Sister Chen slapped her thigh. "It saves us from having to stand in long lines and get annoyed so early in the morning."

Song Yulu's two houses sold extremely smoothly.

The deal was finalized and the items were sold at the agreed-upon price.

Now that the house has changed hands, there's no need for anyone to guard it anymore.

That very night, the foreman and his men left, packing their belongings and returning to the construction site of Xincheng Garden.

At night.

Inside the clothing store.

Song Yulu explained the whole story to Zhou Fang.

"That agent, Xiao Li, is a very honest man. I tried to give him money, but he absolutely refused, so I took it upon myself to give him your business card. I told him to come see you tomorrow."

"A real estate agent who can uphold this bottom line is a good person," Zhou Fang nodded. "The new development is launching and we're short of a salesperson who's both articulate and knowledgeable. If he comes tomorrow, I'll have HR take him directly to the sales office to start his job."

Song Xianglan sat on the rattan chair next to her.

He took a sip of water from his teacup.

"Yulu, your visa for going to Hong Kong should be ready in the next few days, right?" Song Xianglan asked.

"Probably. The consulate said it would be soon."

"Then go to the temple in Zhang Shuting's hometown tomorrow afternoon," Song Xianglan said, placing her teacup on the table. "Go find Master Jinchan and get things done."

"I'll remember, Third Aunt," Song Yulu replied.

Shen Huijun frowned as she listened to Song Xianglan's instructions.

"Mom, are you really going back to Qingyang tomorrow?" Shen Huijun stood up and walked over. "That's too soon. Can't you come back to Shenzhen with me for a few days? Fubao and Youbao miss you. Xiangdong misses you too."

"I'm not going."

Song Xianglan waved her hand, "Running around like this will break your bones. There are still a lot of things to do in the village. When the Spring Festival comes, you can take Fubao and Youbao back to Qingyang, and we'll have a lively New Year at home."

Seeing that she couldn't persuade her otherwise, Shen Huijun had no choice but to go along with her.

"Okay, I'll take them back early for the New Year."

As everyone was talking, Yang Liu came in from outside the door carrying a cloth bag.

She is also going back to Shenzhen tomorrow on the same train as Shen Huijun.

Yang Liujing took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into Song Xianglan's hand.

"Third Aunt, take this."

Song Xianglan looked down at the money: "What does this mean?"

"I need your help with something." Yang Liu pulled up a chair and sat down. "If you run into my mother when you go back to town, give her this money."

"Didn't you swear you wouldn't take care of that mess at your family's house?" Song Xianglan slammed the money onto the table.

"I don't care about my vampire brothers," Yang Liu scoffed, "but an old mother is still an old mother; it wasn't easy for her to raise me."

From now on, I'll give her two or three hundred yuan a year for pocket money. That'll be enough to maintain our blood relation. She can forget about anything more.

Song Xianglan picked up the money again, folded it twice, and stuffed it into her inner pocket.

"Okay, I'll pass it on for you."

The next morning.

Song Yulu went to the housing management bureau with Xiao Li.

Xiao Li had a connection to use a special approval channel, and the transfer procedures for the two houses were completed neatly before noon.

After receiving the final payment, Song Yulu didn't waste a moment and went directly to the temple in Zhang Shuting's hometown to find Master Jinchan.

the other side.

Song Xianglan also packed up and prepared to return to Qingyang.

Zhou Fang got up early and bought bags and bags of nutritional supplements and local specialties, piling them all in the trunk of his car. He then drove Song Xianglan and Song Ersao to the bus station.

The bus had been traveling for several hours.

Around 2 p.m., the bus stopped at the crossroads in Qingyang Town.

Song Xianglan and her second sister-in-law got off the bus carrying large and small bags.

The wind blowing from the town carried a hint of earthy smell.

The two stood by the roadside catching their breath.

Song Xianglan reached into her pocket, took out the hundred yuan that Yang Liu had given her, and handed it to Song Ersao.

"The money Yang Liu gave to her mother," Song Xianglan said. "When you go back to the village, take it to Yang Liu's mother. Make it clear to her that this is pocket money given to her by Yang Liu, and that she doesn't want it to end up covering the expenses of her sons."

"Okay. I've got it." Sister-in-law Song took the money and put it away.

"She definitely spent it on her son."

"That's none of our business."

The two parted ways, carrying their belongings.

Song Ersao called a tricycle to go back to the village.

Song Xianglan walked along the main street of the town.

As I walked to the end of the street, a deafening burst of Hong Kong and Taiwan music assaulted my ears.

Song Xianglan looked in the direction of the sound. A new barbershop had opened on the street, its glass door sparkling clean.

A woman was facing away from the street, hanging clean white towels one by one onto a rope by the door.

The woman wore a red, white floral, form-fitting dress and heeled sandals. Her curly hair was styled to be voluminous, giving her a very fashionable look.

Song Xianglan had only taken two steps closer when the woman turned around.

She had bright red lips, drawn eyebrows, and her skin looked much whiter.

The woman stopped moving when she saw Song Xianglan.

"Aunt Song," the woman called out crisply.

Song Xianglan looked her up and down several times, her brows furrowing more and more tightly.

Looking at the facial features and hearing the voice, it all makes sense.

"Yu Xiujuan?" Song Xianglan asked, somewhat surprised.

"It's me." Yu Xiujuan quickly wiped the water off her hands on a towel and came over to help Song Xianglan carry her things.

Song Xianglan didn't let her answer, her eyes full of doubt. "Your mother was asking around the other day, saying you'd been out of contact for ages, and they didn't even know you'd died out there. How come you've opened a barbershop in town?"

Yu Xiujuan's smile froze, and a hint of unease flashed in her eyes.

"Aunt Song, it's sunny outside, let's go inside and talk."

She didn't care how badly Song Xianglan had treated her family in the past, nor did she care how jealous she had been of Song Tingting in the past.

He warmly pulled Song Xianglan's arm and led her into the shop.

The shop is small, but it's quite clean.

There are two large mirrors against the wall, and several leather swivel chairs.

The air was filled with a mixed smell of shampoo and cheap fragrance.

Yu Xiujuan asked Song Xianglan to sit down on the bench near the door, then turned and went to the styrofoam box in the corner to get a bottle of soda.

I pried open the lid with a screwdriver, inserted a straw, and handed it over.

Song Xianglan took it and drank a sip; the coolness went down her throat.

"Tell me," Song Xianglan said, leaning back in her chair. "You're being so secretive. What have you been doing for the past year?"

Yu Xiujuan pulled over a round stool and sat down opposite her, sighing.

"I first went to Xincheng," Yu Xiujuan said, tugging at the strap of her apron, "to work as an apprentice at a barbershop. After I mastered the skills, I started dating a regular customer at the barbershop."