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

Song Yang and Song Tian brought over a lot of local specialties. Upon hearing this, they said, "Third Aunt, we'll keep an eye on Song west, afraid he won't be able to handle the child's pleas."

Song west turned her face away. "What can they ask for?"

"Of course I expect your family to live as before. That Lai Jinsheng has squinty eyes, a donkey-like face, and a belly full of wicked intentions." Song Xianglan retorted, "Did you know that the two children often go to Lai's house?"

What pains Song Xi the most is that the child never mentions going to Lai Jinsheng's house.

Song Yang reminded him: "Wan Xiaoju and Lai Jinsheng have both been taken to the detention center."

Ultimately, it depends on how the court rules.

Could it be a scam? If it's just a marital dispute, then at most it's immoral. Song west should take legal action to sue for child support.

Therefore, the subsequent chain of evidence and testimonies are crucial. Song west, you must listen to us and try to bring this to light as fraud.

Song west will be very obedient this time.

He nodded quickly, "I will definitely listen to you."

"Xiaotian, take me to the station." Song Xianglan didn't want to stay here and waste time.

Qin Ping was reluctant to let Song Xianglan go back. "Third Sister, why don't you stay with us a little longer?"

Song Xianglan waved her hand, "Each family should take care of its own son."

Song Laosi: ...

Qin Ping: ...

If this were Song Laosan's son, Song Xianglan would definitely wait until the court verdict.

Song Xianglan ignored their thoughts and hurriedly returned to the village.

Time flies.

Before we knew it, the end of the year was here.

Wan Xiaoju and Lai Jinsheng were found guilty of fraud.

Wan Xiaoju was sentenced to three years in prison.

Lai Jinsheng was sentenced to five years in prison as the mastermind.

Song west filed a separate lawsuit to recover child support payments for Dou Dou and Ming Ming.

This matter is now considered closed.

In Koizumi Village.

Suddenly, chaos erupted.

The news of the demolition spread like wildfire to every household.

The village committee compound is packed with people every day.

The government has issued a plan to develop a tourist area, which means that the area of ​​Xiaoquan Village by the sea, including the shrimp ponds and mudflats, will all have to be moved.

In the future, we will build the most beautiful artificial beach in the entire town near the typhoon shelter.

Upon hearing that there would be compensation...

The whole village was in an uproar.

Even those who have been working in other places for several years and haven't come back.

They all rushed home.

After finishing her meeting at the village committee, Song Xianglan strolled slowly home.

Her several plots of land.

They all happen to be within the scope of the expropriation.

When she got home, she dialed Lei Li's number.

"Hello, Mom?" Lei Li's voice was very energetic.

"Busy?"

"not busy."

"I just wanted to let you know that the village is going to be demolished." Song Xianglan sat in a wicker chair. "Our family has several acres of land that will be expropriated. The compensation money has been received, and Tingting and Xiangdong will both get a share. I'm a fair person, so I'll divide the money equally among you."

Lei Li laughed on the other end of the phone:

"Mom, you can keep it for yourself. Tingting doesn't need this little bit of money."

"My money is my money, and you'll receive every penny you're owed," Song Xianglan said firmly. "Tingting just went on vacation, didn't she?"

"Yes, I just got home. I have a month's vacation."

"That's perfect," Song Xianglan said. "Tell her to bring Songsong back to the village for a few days. The village is bustling with activity right now."

"Okay."

Lei Li chuckled and chimed in, "Mom, wouldn't you like your son-in-law to go back and join in the fun too?"

Song Xianglan cursed, "You brat! Of course you'd better get back here!"

After hanging up with Lei Li, Song Xianglan dialed another number.

I called Shen Huijun.

"Huijun, please take a few days off and come back." Song Xianglan said readily, "The village is being demolished, and we're getting our share of the compensation!"

Shen Huijun laughed out loud on the other end of the phone: "Okay, Mom, I'll arrange it right away."

Next up were Zhou Fang and Liu Yukun.

Song Xianglan notified everyone one by one.

This year, Xiaoquan Village is destined to have a lively and bustling celebration.

The village is changing every day.

The surveying team has arrived.

The courtyard wall painted with fishing boats and waves has been preserved in the plan, which says it will be used as a photo spot in the future tourist area.

Liu Dahua and the others all arrived at Song Xianglan's house.

Liu Dahua, panting, reached the gate and leaned against it. "Lanlan. The entire coastal area has to be demolished."

"The section coming in from the north is also going to be demolished, they say they're going to build something. My family also has a piece of land that's going to be expropriated, and your land near Tangjiazhuang was probably expropriated too, right?"

Ju Hong squeezed in from behind, her voice even louder than Liu Da Hua's.

"It's not just about building roads; they're also going to build a big hotel in the area near the sea in the village. Some parts of Tangjiazhuang are even being demolished."

Liu Chounv said, "They say a big boss came back from the other side and invested a lot of money. Our village has really hit the jackpot this time."

Granny Yu, who came with Ju Hong and the others, rolled her triangular eyes and said, "Whether a lucky house falls or not depends on whose house it is. I just asked, and my house and land are not even on the same side."

Song Xianglan pointed to the stone bench next to her.

"Sit down and talk, aren't you tired of standing?"

The group quickly sat down.

"Xianglan, your old house is probably going to be demolished."

Old Lin explained, "Old Song's old house by the sea is a typical traditional four-horse-drawn oyster house, and it needs to be preserved. However, the Zhang Haiyan family's house next door is going to be razed."

"Oh dear, Zhang Haiyan's house was demolished, and so was the house Yidao and I lived in. Our shrimp ponds were also expropriated, and the compensation was quite substantial. The sea area Lanlan previously contracted, and the land near Tangjiazhuang, were they included in that too, right?"

Song Xianglan nodded: "It should be included. We'll follow the government's arrangements."

Ju Hong chimed in from the side:

"My house and Shengli's house haven't been moved, but the house next to Dahua's house is also within the demolition area. The entire orchard is within the demolition boundary. If it's really demolished, our orchard will lose a source of income."

Granny Yu glared at Ju Hong. "The money you lost from the orchard is enough for you two to live on for ten years. Do you want to grow fruit for the rest of your life?"

Ju Hong gave an awkward smile.

Liu Chunhua, who had been sitting silently in the corner, looked unwell, with redness and swelling around her eyes.

"Chunhua, what's wrong?" Song Xianglan asked her.

Liu Chunhua sighed, "Lanlan, you don't know how much I've suffered these past few days while you've been away from home. As soon as they heard about the demolition, all my sons, who are like devils, came to our house and started making a scene, demanding a share of our house."

Everyone knows what kind of people Liu Chunhua's sons are.

Since Wang Jianguo passed away, those few bastards have never shown their faces.

"They still have the nerve to cause trouble for you?" Liu Dahua asked.

Liu Chunhua burst into tears. "They said that the house was built by Jianguo and me, and they have a share in it. Now that it's going to be demolished and the compensation is distributed, they made me sign a document, and all the money will be transferred to their account."

Song Xianglan: "They're dreaming. What did I tell you right after Wang Jianguo left?"

Liu Chunhua wiped away her tears.

"Thank goodness you insisted on dragging me to change the name on the property certificate to mine alone. If it were still in Jianguo's name, this property would really be dough in their hands now."

Song Xianglan raised her voice a few decibels, "That's your house. Only you can sign the demolition agreement, and the money will be deposited into your account. Do you think they'd dare to steal it?"

"They cause trouble at home every day."

Liu Chunhua covered her face, saying, "They said that if I don't hand over the money, I'm forcing them to die."

"Then let them die." Song Xianglan showed no mercy. "You raised them, you don't owe them anything. Now that you're old and have no money, who will take care of you in the future? Expect them to do anything? If they can even buy you a decent coffin, that's already a sign of their filial piety."

Liu Chunhua burst into tears.

Granny Yu curled her lip in disapproval:

"I always said having a son is useless; it's better to have more money in your own hands."

Many people came to Song Xianglan's courtyard.

Everyone seemed to assume that she was the backbone.

Upon hearing what Granny Yu said, someone couldn't help but retort, "Your Pengfei sends you money every month. Your son is better off than other people's."

Granny Yu rolled her eyes.

"He's also a disobedient and unfilial son. He only cares about money and won't let me enjoy a comfortable life with him."

The villagers are saying again:

"You're still not satisfied with the money I'm giving you. Don't anger Yu Pengfei, or you won't even have any money left."

"Zhou Fang, for example, stopped giving money to her mother."

"Zhou Fang was adopted by his uncle's family and inherited their lineage. They shouldn't be giving him any more money for his old age."

Wang Zhi's mother shouted loudly:

"The resettlement housing for this demolition project is not in our village."

"Where?" Several people pricked up their ears at the same time.

"I heard it's in town," said Wang Zhi's mother. "They say they've built one of those seven or eight-story apartment buildings, and they'll replace your house with one based on the size of your home, plus some extra money."

Ju Hong's eyes widened. "Live in an apartment building in town?"

Liu Dahua: "It's convenient to buy groceries and see a doctor in town. My family still has an old house in town, and I don't want to leave the village and go to town."

Liu Chunhua shook her head repeatedly.

"I'm not going. I'd rather die than go to town."

Song Xianglan looked at her and said, "It's really convenient in town."

Liu Chunhua's tears flowed even more fiercely.

"What's so great about town? You have to pay for even a scallion. I've lived in the village my whole life, and everyone I meet knows is a local. If I were locked up in that little box in town, who would I talk to? I can't just die out there like an old man."

As soon as Liu Chunhua said this...

Several old women in the courtyard fell silent.

Wang Zhi's mother sighed, "Chunhua is right. My husband was saying the same thing yesterday, that he doesn't want to go to town. There's not even a place to grow vegetables there."

In addition, Granny Yang also said:

"Once we move into an apartment building, we have to keep the doors closed like we're guarding against thieves. We've spent our whole lives toiling in the soil; if we went to live on those smooth, bare tiles, we probably wouldn't even be able to sleep soundly."

Some people also said:

"Those of you whose houses weren't demolished are in a better position. You received compensation for the land expropriation, and you can still live in your houses."

Song Xianglan's own old house was preserved, so she couldn't understand the feeling of being forced to uproot something.

But after listening to what they said, I understood.

These people have lived in Xiaoquan Village for decades; their roots are in the mud.

"Is Zhou Fang's mother's house also going to be demolished?" Song Xianglan turned to ask Ju Hong.

"Tear it down. His mother was cursing at the village entrance this morning, saying she absolutely refused to move to the town," Juhong said.

"Nobody wants to go to town?"

"I don't want to go." Liu Chunhua wiped away her tears. "Xianglan, you're so capable, can you talk to the higher-ups for us and ask them not to send us away?"

Song Xianglan frowned.

This isn't something that can be accomplished simply by her saying a few words.

Government plans cannot be changed so easily.

"Our village is only so big," Song Xianglan analyzed. "The entire area near the sea has been requisitioned, and there's simply not enough land left for each of you to build your own detached house."

"What should we do then?" Liu Dahua asked anxiously. "If we don't go to town, we'll sleep on the streets."

Song Xianglan's mind raced.

Land scarcity is a fact.

However, since the government wants to develop a tourist area, it is impossible for all the villagers to be displaced.

"If we can't build detached houses, then let's build a residential complex." Song Xianglan slammed her hand on the table. "Build two high-rise apartment buildings with elevators on the remaining vacant land in the village. We'll resettle all the people who were relocated there."

Liu Chunhua was stunned.

"Building multi-story houses in the village?"

Song Xianglan nodded, "Although we still live in an apartment building, at least we haven't left the village. We still go out onto the same street and meet the same familiar faces."

"Will this work?" Wang Zhi's mother asked, half believing and half doubting.

"It's all up to human effort." Song Xianglan stood up. "I'll find someone to take care of it."

"Who should I look for?"

"Find Zhou Fang."

Without hesitation, Song Xianglan turned around and went back into the house.

She dialed Zhou Fang's number directly.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

"Godmother." Zhou Fang's voice came from nearby, along with the sound of documents being turned over.

"Busy?"

"We just finished a meeting. Do you have any instructions?"

Song Xianglan didn't mince words with him: "It's about the village's demolition and relocation."

"What I mean is that your real estate company is cooperating with my company to build two high-rise buildings together."

The quotas originally intended for the town will be moved back to the village. This also benefits the government, as it resolves the villagers' concerns and facilitates unified management of the tourist area in the future.

Zhou Fang remained silent for a few seconds.

He's clearly thinking.

"You handle this matter," Song Xianglan pressed, "No matter how well you do outside, you still have to do something practical for your fellow villagers."

"Godmother, this is quite difficult. It involves the issue of changing the land use designation."

"If it's too difficult, then we won't do it?" Song Xianglan said bluntly.

Zhou Fang smiled helplessly: "Okay. You've given the word, I'll come back right away."

I hung up the phone.

Song Xianglan walked back to the courtyard.

Song Xianglan looked at the group of people waiting expectantly. "Zhou Fang will be back tomorrow. He'll take the lead in discussing this with the higher-ups. There's a high probability that a residential complex will be built in the village."

Liu Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xianglan, thank you on behalf of everyone."

"Don't give me that. Your first priority is to protect your assets. Don't let your heart soften, or you'll end up with nothing."

Liu Chunhua's eyes hardened.

"I understand. This time, even if it costs me my life, I won't let them squander my life savings."

Song Xianglan waved her hand, "Everyone, go home. Go cook and wait for tomorrow's definite news."

Everyone dispersed with smiles on their faces.

The wave of demolitions has only just begun.