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

The two of them worked quickly, and the room was bright in no time.

Song Xianglan walked out of the door, closed the wooden door of the main room, and locked the lock with a "click".

The ugly girl was happily eating the dragon fruit.

"Aren't you going to help out at Xiaofang's shop?" Song Xianglan gestured with her chin across the courtyard wall.

He left the ugly woman behind, saying, "Go away. I'm so bored I'm practically growing hair."

She walked to the gate of her yard, put her hands on her hips, and shouted into the house, "Old man, I'm going to Xiaofang's shop!"

A cough came from inside the house, and Old Lin came out with a long face.

"Are you coming home to cook dinner tonight?"

The ugly woman held her head high.

"I'm not replying. You handle it yourself."

Old Lin's face grew even longer, and he spat on the ground:

"Lazy woman. She does nothing all day long and just runs around aimlessly. In the old days, she would have been beaten nine times out of three."

Liu Chounv didn't respond at all, but her old face still showed layers of wrinkles from smiling.

"Go ahead and hit me if you dare. See if I don't give this old cucumber a good whack. You're old and still think you're an emperor."

The three of them walked along the village road toward the street.

The newly built asphalt road is wide and flat.

When Song Xianglan made the decision on this width, several people in the village criticized her behind her back, saying she was wasting good land.

It now appears that even if four fully loaded tractor-trailers drive side by side, the road is still quite wide.

On the other side of the road is the high red brick wall of Song Xianglan Food Factory.

The faint hum of the factory machines could be heard through the walls, carrying a sense of vitality.

Two rows of low-growing bougainvillea are planted on the curb stones on both sides of the road.

It's the peak blooming season, and the branches are densely packed with red and purple flowers.

Behind the bougainvillea is a pedestrian walkway.

Song Xianglan insisted on separating people and vehicles because she foresaw today's situation.

As the factory has grown, there are many migrant workers. Without this sidewalk, there would definitely be accidents during rush hour.

Walking on the sidewalk, I looked around and saw that there were more than half as many shops along the street as there were six months ago.

Many families fenced off their original farmland next to the road, built one or two-story brick houses, and used them as shops to collect rent or run their own businesses.

Previously, Lin Fang's shop was the only one on the entire street.

The others were all pushing carts and crowding the side of the road.

Looking around now, you see convenience stores, all kinds of snack shops, and clothing stores with leggings and batwing shirts hanging everywhere.

On the other side of the factory, a new shop selling records and videotapes had even opened, with two large speakers standing at the entrance, blasting pop songs at a deafening volume. A large red banner was also strung across the street, reading "Brothers Video Hall".

Nie Erhua looked at the rows of bustling shops and turned her head with a smile.

"Third Aunt, look at how well the road in our village has been built. It looks even more impressive than the main street in the county town."

Even the ugly woman chimed in:

"I don't even want to go to the market in town anymore. We have everything we need in our village; we can buy it all right outside our door."

We have factories and processing workshops here, and even the mudflats by the sea have been leased out for shrimp farming. There are also people farming abalone and oysters there.

Our village is now a well-known wealthy village for miles around. There are no more bachelors in the village. Even widowers find it easier to find wives than in other villages.

As she walked along, villagers who were finishing their work kept greeting Song Xianglan.

"Boss, you're back."

"Aunt Song, have you eaten?"

Song Xianglan responded to each one with a smile on her face.

As I was walking, a familiar figure came from the direction of the harbor.

Zhao Shengli was wearing a dark blue jacket and carrying a fat dog shark in his hand, walking in a hurry.

Dog sharks are rare; one pound of them can cost as much as several pounds of pork.

Villagers usually only buy these things when someone in their family is sick or when they are hosting a large feast.

He looked up and saw Song Xianglan, and quickly went to greet her.

"Sister Song," Zhao Shengli greeted her in a gruff voice, but his eyes were somewhat uneasy.

Song Xianglan stopped and glanced at the dog shark in his hand.

"Victory," Song Xianglan said bluntly. "I heard that Ju Hong's brother is causing you trouble."

Zhao Shengli tightened his grip on the dog shark's hand.

He kept his head down, his jaw clenched.

"I'm not afraid of them causing me trouble. My business with Juhong has nothing to do with them."

Song Xianglan stared at him. "In the end, Juhong is a free woman. If she wants to remarry, what right do those few scoundrels have to interfere?"

"Sister Song, it's not that they disagree with Juhong remarrying," Zhao Shengli said in a muffled voice, "they're using this as leverage."

Song Xianglan frowned.

"They said it's okay if I remarry," Zhao Shengli said through gritted teeth. "They told me to give them a thousand yuan as a bride price to Ju Hong, that mean-spirited mother-in-law. They said it's like buying out the Wang family's daughter-in-law."

The ugly woman gasped.

"A thousand dollars. Even an eighteen-year-old girl would be embarrassed to ask for that much money; they'd be robbing a bank!"

Song Xianglan gave a cold laugh.

"They're taking advantage of your honesty and trying to rip you off."

Zhao Shengli's voice trembled, "Those beasts not only want money, but they also want Ju Hong to agree to one condition."

"What are the conditions?" Nie Erhua frowned as she listened from the side.

"They made Juhong sign a solemn oath in front of the village officials. Even if she remarried and died, she had to be buried in that dead man's grave. They said Juhong was born a member of the Wang family, and she would die a ghost of the Wang family."

"Sister Song, I absolutely will not pay this money. I will listen to Ju Hong. I will do whatever she says."

Liu Chounu said, "Those brothers in the Wang family are all rotten to the core. It must have been that old hag's scheme; that old hag is really cunning."

"If that old hag from the Wang family had treated Juhong any better all these years, I would have been willing to sell everything I own to pay for it."

He grew increasingly agitated as he spoke, his chest heaving violently.

"Ju Hong, a woman raising several children alone, was gossiped about and cursed behind her back. When the gossipy women in the village cursed widows for having trouble at their doorstep and said her house was unclean, the Wang family members hid in their house and pretended to be deaf and dumb."

The ugly woman echoed:

"Gong Yijing, who works in the packaging workshop at the factory, is also a widow. Look at how she manages to be a mother-in-law!"

"When Gong Yijing had just become a widow, some people with sharp tongues went to criticize her. Her mother-in-law simply took a small stool, sat down at the door of the gossiping person's house, and started cursing loudly. The whole village could hear her cursing."

Song Xianglan chuckled, "Gong Yijing's mother-in-law is a formidable character, very shrewish. Just like me."

"That old lady took off her pants and defecated and urinated in front of someone's gate. Her fierceness made it impossible for anyone to say a word against Gong Yijing; people would avoid her like the plague. Lanlan, you can't compare to her in this respect."

"We're all fiercely protective of our own." Although Song Xianglan said she was at an age where no one would care if she took off her pants in the street, she still didn't dare to actually do it.

The ugly woman laughed and said:

"Gong Yijing's mother-in-law encourages her daughter-in-law to remarry every day and asks people everywhere to find her a husband. Although Gong Yijing herself refuses to remarry and now works in a factory to earn a salary, she lives a comfortable life at home."

Her children were cared for by her in-laws, and even her sisters-in-law looked after her. The whole family doted on her. Living such a comfortable life, why would she remarry?

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Shengli and said, "Have Ju Hong come find us. We're not afraid of such a small matter. With Song the Pig Slaughterer's reputation, all sorts of monsters and demons will have to give way."