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

The large iron gate of the stone house was pushed open.

A strange smell, a mixture of engine oil, mold, and a cloying sweetness, wafted towards me.

Wow! That's incredibly wealthy!

A stack of cardboard boxes was piled against the wall, some of them open, revealing the picture tubes of black and white televisions inside.

Next to it was a radio cassette player covered with a plastic sheet.

There were also bundles of polyester fabric and sunglasses.

In the corner were several cases of foreign liquor, imported biscuits in tin boxes, and Coca-Cola that I had heard of but never seen.

Lin Ergou: "Auntie, I don't consider you an outsider. The goods are all here, we just need people to transport them."

Song Xianglan understood the situation.

"Did you used to use the mainland port?"

"Um."

"Things have been tense lately."

Kaori's side has been targeted by higher-ups, with several pairs of eyes watching the intersection every day.

"The same applies to mainland China and Hong Kong. Every move you make is just handing over sales targets to others."

Lin Ergou frowned:

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Break it down into smaller parts."

Song Xianglan pointed to the sea outside.

"Let's go from Xiaoquan Brigade. Our place is remote, but it's actually closer to the county seat."

They use small boats like ants to move goods; each boatload isn't much, and the fishermen are fishing, so no one suspects anything.

Lin Ergou's eyes flickered.

The old lady has a point.

Two batches of goods have indeed been lost at the mainland port.

If this continues...

The brothers will all starve.

Lin Ergou was a straightforward man, and immediately made a decision: "How much for shipping?"

Even close brothers should keep clear accounts.

Song Xianglan was not ambiguous either:

"Large items like televisions are risky, so shipping costs will be calculated separately."

Watches, cigarettes, and alcohol are small in size but high in value, so they are sold individually.

As for the fabric of the clothes…

She paused.

His gaze drifted to Liu Dahua, who was staring in disbelief.

"Dahua's family has a boat belonging to her in-laws. Although it's a bit dilapidated, it's inconspicuous."

"Have her run errands to transport goods to the typhoon shelter for you; you'll give her a small tip for each trip."

Lin Ergou nodded:

"Okay. For a whole ship of goods, if it's just clothes or fabric that aren't worth much, I'll give at least thirty."

"Three... thirty?!"

Liu Dahua gasped sharply, her eyes widening in shock.

This trip will take her one or two months.

The little sow is on an airplane—she's gone to heaven!

Song Xianglan frowned, about to raise the price again, when Liu Dahua, as if afraid Lin Ergou would change his mind, pounded her chest loudly:

"Damn! As long as you don't mind my shabby boat, I can make two trips for you tonight."

Song Xianglan glared at the good-for-nothing old man with exasperation.

Thirty yuan is all it takes to buy you out?

But then I thought about it again, thirty yuan was indeed a lot of money in those days, so I can't blame Da Hua for being short-sighted.

The two of them picked and chose inside the stone house.

Song Xianglan spent all three thousand yuan.

What they replaced were five tape recorders, a box of watches, two boxes of imported biscuits and candies, and cigarettes...

Before leaving.

Lin Ergou took out a piece of paper from his pocket, which was specially wrapped tightly in oil paper.

Handed to Song Xianglan:

"Auntie, this is the contact address. Don't let it get wet from the seawater again."

Song Xianglan took it and immediately unbuttoned the collar.

He stuffed the oil paper package into his undergarments and patted his chest to make it firm.

Lin Ergou's eyes twitched.

Quickly turn your head to the side.

This old lady... is so inconsiderate!

Song Xianglan looked at his embarrassed appearance.

He flicked his forehead with his hand:

"What are you hiding for? I'm old enough to have given birth to you, what kind of lewd nonsense is in my head!"

"Eating too many sprouted potatoes will make your brain start to wander."

"With your eyes swollen like peaches, you obviously have kidney problems. Why would I even consider someone as useless and unattractive as you?"

Lin Ergou covered his forehead.

He looked utterly aggrieved and didn't dare utter a single word in response.

Several young guards standing nearby couldn't resist.

I burst out laughing.

Song Xianglan immediately shot a dagger at him.

Indiscriminate firing:

"What are you laughing at? If you have no sense of propriety, cover your face with a manure shovel."

The more arrogant you laugh now, the more furious your boss will be when he deals with you!

The laughter of the underlings abruptly stopped.

It cried out pitifully:

"Boss..."

Lin Ergou's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He waved his hand through gritted teeth:

"We won't punish you! Get out!"

All he wants now is to get rid of this plague god as soon as possible.

That old lady has a sharp tongue, more ruthless than a knife, and she's a master at stirring up trouble.

"Auntie, let's go quickly."

Lin Ergou urged.

Song Xianglan was still a little reluctant to leave, and as she walked out, she casually cut two large bunches of heavy small bananas and wild bananas from the banana grove behind the house.

"This stuff is good, take it back for Sun to try."

Lin Ergou's mouth twitched.

Looking at those two bunches of bananas that weren't quite ripe yet, I thought to myself, "As long as you're happy, that's all that matters. Hurry up and go!"

……

On the return trip, the wind and waves were calmer.

Song Xianglan and Liu Dahua have completely switched places.

The once energetic Song Xianglan was now slumped limply in the cabin.

Like a little cabbage worm that's been hit by frost.

On the other hand, Liu Dahua had inexhaustible energy, rowing the boat so hard it seemed to fly, as if she wanted to give the boat wings and fly back.

The ship docked in a safe harbor.

Liu Dahua deftly pushed the flatbed cart out.

The two men worked together to unload the cargo from the ship, piling it up to the brim.

"Lanlan, where are we going to put all this stuff? If the people in the brigade see it, we won't be able to explain ourselves..."

Song Xianglan wiped away a cold sweat.

He pointed to a lonely old house not far away:

"Go there."

Liu Dahua looked in the direction of the finger and her face turned green:

"That...that's Yang Dashan's dead mother's house. That old hag died such a tragic death, no one dared to enter that house for years, it's haunted."

"Haunted?"

Song Xianglan sneered, picked up the flatbed cart, and left.

"The thought of that old woman's son ruining half my life makes me want to dig her bones out of her grave and roast them until they're charred."

If she dares to come out, I'll settle the score with her.

The tone was chilling.

It was even more biting than the sea breeze.

Liu Dahua shuddered and suddenly realized that the gloomy old house wasn't so scary after all.

"Lanlan, even ghosts are afraid of you."

"Big Flower, science." Song Xianglan said without turning her head, "The most poisonous thing in this world is not ghosts, but the human heart."

When we arrived at the old house, the door lock had long since rusted shut.

Song Xianglan picked up a large rock and smashed the lock open with a few loud crashes.

The two of them spread some straw on the ground.

They moved large items like the radio and television inside and hid them well, then covered them tightly with rags.

"Alright, put the rest in your storage room."

Song Xianglan dusted off her hands, took out a new lock, and locked the door with a "click".

Liu Dahua's calves were still cramping a bit:

"Lanlan, I'm worried about leaving so much stock here. How about I stay here tonight and keep watch over it?"

Song Xianglan glanced at her sideways:

"Aren't you afraid that my deadbeat mother-in-law will come and chat with you in the middle of the night?"

Let's talk about how much of a jerk her son is, and how much we hate him.

"I went to dig up a grave, and you even handed me a hoe."

Upon hearing this, Liu Dahua...

He shook his head like a rattle drum:

"I think I'll go home."

"Don't worry about it, don't let your cowardly son know what we've done," Song Xianglan instructed.

The two pushed the remaining goods to Liu Dahua's house.

Besides the four stone houses where people lived, the Liu family also owned a house.

There was also a small shed next to it where fishing nets were kept; it was usually deserted, but it was perfect for storing goods.

The cargo has been unloaded.

Song Xianglan borrowed Liu Dahua's tricycle.

He packed a box of watches, cigarettes, alcohol, and a few pieces of clothing, and covered it with two tattered straw raincoats to conceal it.

Just as I finished tidying up, the courtyard gate was pushed open.

Zhu Zi, exhausted from work, was taken aback when he saw two elderly women in the yard, their faces flushed with sweat and their expressions excited.

"Mom, Aunt Song. You're acting like thieves, what mischief have you been up to now?"