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

"Lanlan, come out and see some good stuff!"

The ugly woman stepped across the threshold and started shouting at the top of her lungs.

Song Xianglan was drinking water from her teacup when the shout made her hand tremble.

"Hey, trying to call your soul back. At your age, why are you still so loud and boisterous? Did you run into someone you know?"

"Acquaintance my foot, he's a bad guy."

Liu Chunhua took out the business card she had hidden in her sleeve. "These two men were acting suspiciously outside our yard, and they even drew a triangle mark on the wall."

Song Shiyi and Song Shiyan also came out of the house.

He picked up the business card on the table and glanced at it.

"Zhao Hu, the business manager of Shuntong Trading Company?" Song Shiyan raised an eyebrow and looked at Lei Li standing to the side. "Uncle, you have a lot of connections in Beijing, why don't you find out more about this guy?"

Lei Li took the business card, glanced at it, and walked aside to make a phone call.

The ugly woman took out the wad of bills, moistened them with saliva, and began counting. "One hundred, two hundred, three hundred... oh my! Over fifteen hundred. These two bastards have quite a bit of money on them."

Liu Dahua laughed and said, "Everyone who sees it gets a share, it's split equally."

The three men divided the loot on the stone table, each receiving over five hundred yuan.

A slight smile appeared on Liu Chunhua's face.

"This trip was worthwhile; I've earned some money for my retirement."

Song Xianglan sat down, holding her teacup. "Chunhua, if you really can't walk anymore, and your ungrateful son won't support you, I'll pay for someone to take care of you."

Liu Chunhua's eyes slowly reddened.

"With you by my side, my sisters won't go hungry. It's just that I can't get over this feeling. You know, when we were young, we worked ourselves to the bone for those kids, like grandchildren. Now that my husband is getting old and his memory isn't what it used to be, he's always being complained about at home."

"It's really boring when you get old. Lately, I've been thinking that I hope one night I'll fall asleep and never wake up the next day. That way I won't bother anyone."

Everyone at the table fell silent.

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

The ugly woman pursed her withered lips. "If it weren't for Lin Fang and Juhua keeping an eye on me, my current situation wouldn't necessarily be any better than Chunhua's."

Those two little bastards, Lin Gang and Lin Mu, are no match for me. Lin Yan herself is sickly and weak. The idea of ​​raising children to provide for old age is just empty talk.

Liu Dahua also sighed:

"Yes, it's pitiful to get old."

Song Xianglan: "Holding a memorial service so early in the morning? Each one is more of a downer than the last."

"When I go back to the village this time, I'll talk to the village committee. I'll allocate a piece of land in the village and pay for it myself to build a nursing home. All the elderly people in our village can move in cheaply. We'll hire people to cook and do laundry, and everyone can play cards and watch plays every day. No one will have to suffer from their children's incompetence."

The ugly woman's eyes lit up.

"Lanlan, you've done so many good deeds over the years. Building schools, sponsoring orphanages and children who can't afford to go to school. Helping young wives and young women find work. And building a nursing home too, you're a living bodhisattva."

Song Xianglan did not respond.

God gave her a second chance at life, not just so she could focus on making money.

She has the ability, and she wants to help those women struggling in the mire.

Pull back to your helpless self.

Song Tingting faced many difficulties in pursuing her studies.

Lei Li came over after finishing his call.

"It's been investigated. This Shuntong Company is just a front. These people are secretly involved in the illegal trade of antiques and cultural relics; they're a gang that specializes in stealing artifacts."

Song Xianglan frowned even more deeply.

"When we bought this yard, we kept some old furniture and vases, but they weren't enough to warrant the attention of these professional petty thieves, were they?"

"There might be something they're eyeing."

Song Shiyan: Whatever they're after, if they dare come, I'll deal with them. I'll buy a few more golf clubs and put them behind the door. When they come into the yard, I'll practice my swings on their heads.

Song Xianglan slapped Song Shiyan on the back with her backhand.

"Get out of my way. Do you want to cause a death?"

Lei Li pondered for a moment:

"I won't stay outside for the next few days; I'll stay in this courtyard."

Song Xianglan waved her hand, "Go do what you need to do, don't waste your time here. They're in the shadows, we're in the light, your staying here will only alert them."

Lei Li saw that Song Xianglan persisted.

He grabbed his bag and hurried out to take care of his business.

Song Xianglan: "Dabao, pack your things and take Yani and Songsong with you. The three of you go back to your courtyard."

Da Bao: "Grandma, I'll help too."

"Bringing the children here is cumbersome. Songsong and Yani are still too young."

Even the ugly woman was driven away.

"With the four of us old ladies here, what petty thief can't we handle? Those two men just now, weren't they completely subdued by us?"

Da Bao saw that Song Xianglan's attitude was resolute.

He called over two young girls, grabbed his suitcase, and headed out the door.

The courtyard gate was closed.

Song Shiyan immediately went to Song Xianglan's side. "Grandma, has this house undergone any major renovations since we bought it?"

Song Xianglan shook her head.

"No. I just had Zhou Fang get someone to scrape and plaster the walls and do some plumbing and electrical work. The original owner of this yard took good care of it, so there's no need for major alterations."

Song Shiyan narrowed his eyes. "There must be a secret hidden in this house."

Song Xianglan's heart stirred.

"Come on, let's go inside and take a look around." Song Xianglan pushed open the door to the main room.

The grandmother and grandson went inside.

They started tapping and fiddling around.

In the study, Song Shiyan moved all the books off the bookshelf and tapped the solid brick wall.

I also touched the wall behind the calligraphy and painting, but there were no hidden mechanisms.

Song Xianglan checked the bed and floor tiles in her bedroom, but found nothing.

The two of them fussed around in the house for more than two hours.

Sweaty.

"We've searched the whole house, but there's nothing there." Song Shiyan wiped his sweat.

Just then, a cry of "Ouch!" suddenly came from the courtyard.

The two exchanged a glance and walked out.

The sound was coming from the artificial hill.

The two walked around the moon gate and saw Song Shiyi sitting under the artificial hill, rubbing her ankle.

"Shiyi, did you fall?" Song Xianglan stepped forward.

Song Shiyi raised a finger to make a shushing gesture.

She pointed to the spot where she had just fallen.

Song Shiyi tripped and fell on it.

The stone slab sank slightly, revealing a dark crack.

Song Shiyan strode over, felt along the gap with his hand, and found an iron ring.

He gripped the iron ring and pulled it upwards with force.

The heavy stone slab made a slight scraping sound as a half-meter-wide opening was torn open.

A set of steps paved with blue bricks leads directly underground.

The three men stared at the secret passage without saying a word.

"Find masks and get a flashlight," Song Shiyan said decisively.

Two minutes later.

The three people, wearing masks and carrying flashlights, walked down the steps.

The steps are not long.

At the end of the path is a basement of about twenty square meters.

The walls were completely enclosed by blue bricks, and several large wooden boxes were placed on the ground, with cobwebs covering the corners.

A whole row of display cabinets stood against the wall.

Shine the flashlight beam over.

The display cabinet was densely packed with various items.

Song Xianglan didn't understand these things.

Song Shiyi and Song Shiyan had previously followed Song Tingting and had also consulted with her master's grandson.

Jianbao has an excellent eye.

Song Shiyan walked to the front of the multi-treasure pavilion, picked up a dusty bottle, and wiped the bottom.

"Chenghua Doucai porcelain." Song Shiyan's voice deepened.

Song Shiyi walked to another box and shone his flashlight on a corner of a scroll that was sticking out inside.

"Grandma, if this painting is real, it could buy more than ten courtyard houses."

Song Xianglan looked around: "It looks like no one has been here for decades. Was it left behind by the previous owner?"

"It was probably left behind by the owner of the house a long, long, long ago." Song Shiyi held up a jade pendant. "Grandma, we're rich now."

Song Shiyan put the bottle back.

"No wonder those people came to scout the place. If all this stuff gets out, it'll be worth a fortune."