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

The next morning, just as dawn broke.

After washing up, Song Xianglan went into the kitchen.

I rinsed half a pot of rice, chopped a few sweet potato chunks and threw them in, and cooked a pot of sweet potato porridge.

People in Qingyang can't live without this thin soup in the morning.

The soft rustling sound of brooms sweeping the floor could be heard from upstairs from time to time.

Song Xianglan walked out of the kitchen and looked up.

Xiao Yan, with an old towel wrapped around her head, was busy sweeping the second-floor balcony. She had cleaned the dust in the corners spotless.

The little girl is full of energy.

"Xiao Yan," Song Xianglan called from the courtyard, "Stop sweeping. I'm going to the typhoon shelter to buy some seafood. Do you want to come with me?"

Xiao Yan stopped sweeping and leaned over the railing to look down.

"Third Aunt, the second floor was just cleaned, but I haven't cleaned the third floor yet."

"Sweep again when you get back."

Song Xianglan waved to her, "Hurry up and come down. If you're late, all the good stuff will be gone."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan leaned the broom against the corner of the wall and ran downstairs.

She drew water from the well in the yard, washed her face hastily, and followed Song Xianglan out the door.

The mornings in Xiaoquan Village are filled with the lively atmosphere of cooking.

As soon as the two reached the main road, they ran into several acquaintances from the village.

"Old Song, try this freshly made fried rice cake." Aunt Huang, who lives at the intersection, handed him a paper package.

After walking a few steps, they ran into Aunt Liu, who sells breakfast.

"Take two taro cakes to eat on the way. They're still warm." Without saying another word, Aunt Liu stuffed the cakes into Song Xianglan's hand.

"Thanks." Song Xianglan accepted the gift without hesitation and handed it to Xiao Yan.

"You eat it, it's delicious."

An old man squatting by the roadside eating noodle soup looked up. "Old Song, going to the typhoon shelter? There are lots of stone pebbles today. Buy a couple of pounds, add some ginger and tofu, and make a delicious soup."

"There are also a lot of miscellaneous fish."

A woman carrying a bucket nearby chimed in, "I just bought these; the leaf fish, threadfin bream, and ribbonfish are so beautiful."

Upon hearing this, Song Xianglan quickened her pace.

"Xiao Yan, hurry up. If we're late, we'll only be able to pick up the dead fish and rotten shrimp that others have left over."

A sea breeze blows in my face.

It has a strong salty and fishy smell.

The further you go, the more people there are.

The road to the typhoon shelter was packed with people.

The fishermen set up their stalls directly on the ground.

Some people placed a wooden basin, while others simply cut open old snakeskin bags and laid them on the ground, piled high with seafood that had just been unloaded from the ship.

Several elderly women, wearing straw hats, sat in front of a large pile of muddy oysters, using small curved knives to pry open the shells and pick out the plump oyster meat, which they then tossed into an iron basin in front of them.

Xiao Yan opened her eyes wide and looked around.

She grew up inland and had never seen such a large seaside market before.

Song Xianglan walked up to a stall belonging to an acquaintance.

"Give me two pounds of oysters."

Song Xianglan paid the money and then turned to look at the water basin next to her.

It was full of freshly caught miscellaneous fish.

"Give me a little bit of each of the following: leaf fish, red-eyed fish, ribbonfish, and these threadfin bream and stink bugs." Song Xianglan pointed to the large wooden basin. "Take them back and boil them in a mixed fish and soy sauce broth. Also, pack two more pounds of threadfin bream; they're best for making salt and pepper."

The fishermen deftly weighed the fish on scales.

"I'm giving you a few small shrimp."

"Okay, thanks."

Song Xianglan walked forward and stopped at another stall, where she ordered two catties of Shi Jiu Gong (a type of herbal tea).

"Xiao Yan, what do you like to eat?" Song Xianglan asked, turning around.

Xiao Yan shook her head as she looked at the colorful fish and shrimp scattered all over the ground.

"I don't know what to eat either."

"Then let's buy some of everything to try." Song Xianglan turned around and picked out two large red sturgeon, asking the stall owner to tie them tightly with straw rope and carry them in her hand.

"Fried red crab is very nutritious."

"Third Aunt, you bought too much, we can't finish it all," Xiao Yan quickly stopped her.

"There are many people in my family, so I don't have to worry about not being able to finish the food." Song Xianglan walked back carrying two full bags.

back home.

Xiao Yan tied the towel back on her head, picked up the broom, and went up to the third floor.

Song Xianglan was preparing seafood by the water trough in the yard.

Clean and gut the miscellaneous fish, and wash the oysters several times with sweet potato starch to remove impurities.

A delicious aroma soon filled the kitchen.

A plate of mixed fish in soy sauce, with garlic leaves and preserved radish and cucumber added.

I also stir-fried a plate of pickled cucumbers, oysters, and lean pork.

We'll save the red crab and rockfish for lunch, and also the salt and pepper shredded fish.

It was just placed on the stone table in the courtyard.

The courtyard gate was pushed open.

The ugly woman swaggered in, carrying an empty bowl.

"I can smell the seafood from your kitchen from far away. I'll come and have a taste of the hot seafood too." Liu Chounu sniffed. "My family didn't go to the typhoon shelter today, so we only had preserved radish for breakfast."

Song Xianglan placed the empty bowl on the stone table.

"Then I'll go fry three more eggs."

"No need, no need." Liu Chou-nu put down her bowl. "Two dishes are enough. This plate of mixed fish in soy sauce is too big; it's not good to eat something too oily for breakfast."

Song Xianglan didn't force her, and shouted upstairs:

"Xiao Yan, come down for dinner."

Xiao Yan went downstairs and washed her hands.

The three people sat around the stone table in the courtyard.

Liu Chounu picked up a piece of red-eyed fish, chewed it twice, and said, "Xianglan, Widow Wang is treating everyone tonight."

"I made the decision," Song Xianglan said, taking a sip of her porridge. "Her wedding day with Zhao Shengli is set for today."

The ugly woman stared wide-eyed.

"So urgent?"

"Why not wait for those old fogies from the Wang family to cause trouble again?" Song Xianglan put down her chopsticks. "Let's do it today and put an end to their hopes."

The ugly woman nodded repeatedly:

"That's right. On this joyous day, Juhong needs to be made to look her best. She can't be a bride looking disheveled."

Song Xianglan thought for a moment.

"Let's go to town. There's a newly opened barbershop there, and Xiaoyan is going to get a haircut there too."

Xiao Yan raised her head while holding the bowl.

"Third Aunt, I have to go to the factory for a job interview later."

"Go to the factory first," Song Xianglan said decisively. "After the interview, go straight to town. It won't delay you."

After finishing her meal, Song Xianglan put the leftover mixed fish into the cupboard and covered it with a gauze cover.

Clean up the pots and pans.

Lock the gate.

I took Xiaoyan to the food factory.

Human Resources Department of the Food Factory.

The manager was sitting behind his desk reviewing reports. Upon seeing Song Xianglan enter, he immediately stood up.

"Boss, why did you come in person?"

"Bring a child along for onboarding." Song Xianglan pushed Xiaoyan forward. "Arrange for her to work in the workshop. Find an assembly line with lots of girls, preferably a potato chip or instant noodle workshop. The key is to let her interact with people her own age."

The manager glanced at Xiao Yan and nodded repeatedly.

"No problem. Team Leader Li is short-staffed, and they're all young women in their early twenties. We'll complete the paperwork today, and they can start work tomorrow."

Song Xianglan brought people here, but it was just a formality.

Xiao Yan filled out a form, pressed her fingerprint, and that was it.

As soon as the two stepped out of the factory gate, they bumped into Liu Chounu, who was rushing over.

Widow Wang and her daughter Xiaoxia followed behind.

Xiaoxia was panting as she ran. "Aunt Song, Aunt Liu ran to the house to call my mom. I had originally planned with Zhao Yuan that we would take my mom to the hair salon in town to get her hair done today."

"What do you two little brats know about hairstyles?"

Song Xianglan glanced at Widow Wang, "I'll take care of your mother's hair today. I'll make sure everything is arranged properly."

Xiaoxia's eyes were full of anticipation. "Aunt Song, can I come along? I've already taken the day off; I don't have to work today."

"Go," Song Xianglan waved her hand. "It'll be more fun with lots of people. I'm going to ride my bike."

Song Xianglan returned to the factory and pushed out that motorcycle.

Several women squeezed onto the bus.

They were all very thin and huddled together.

Now, as long as the car can fit everyone, they don't care how many people you're carrying on your bike.

Even a bicycle can carry four or five people.

Song Xianglan twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle sputtered and sputtered towards the town.