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

Song Xianglan climbed to the second floor and stood on the balcony looking down.

The courtyard of Liu Chou Nv's house was packed with people, a huge crowd, and they were making a lot of noise.

"Ugly girl, are you coming over for dinner?" Song Xianglan called out to the people below.

Liu Chounu raised her head, her eyes red, and sniffed.

"I'm not going."

She just called Lin Man and his wife, as well as Lin Fang, back home, and then called Lin Yan back as well.

"I'll say it again," the ugly woman said, pointing to the ground beneath her feet. "Most of your father's and my land has been requisitioned, and the money will be divided equally among our family. All of you siblings will get a share."

The voice just fell.

Lin Mu's wife's face fell. "Mother-in-law, aren't you being incredibly biased? We've always lived with you two. Why should this hard-earned compensation for the demolition go to those who have married out?"

The ugly woman sneered:

"Back then, everyone's land was clearly divided. You also had your own homesteads, and after you built houses, you immediately rented them out."

"You've been shamelessly living in our house all these years, saving you so much on food expenses. Just because I haven't kept track doesn't mean I have to pay you all the compensation money from the demolition."

Lin Mu's wife choked.

He pursed his lips.

"I absolutely disagree with giving the demolition compensation to their married daughters. No one has ever said that. Let's see if those shameless people will come back to claim that money."

Liu Chounu turned to look at Old Lin, who was squatting in the corner smoking silently.

"Old man, say something in front of everyone today. You really don't want to divide the money between your two daughters?"

Old Lin didn't even look up.

"A married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl. How can they have the nerve to come back and claim a share of their parents' property?"

"You can't tell the difference?" the ugly woman asked, pointing at him.

Old Lin looked up at his sons and lowered his voice.

"The Lin sisters' in-laws don't lack this money, so they don't necessarily need our money. Lin Man has many expenses, so we have to give it to him."

The ugly woman pointed at Old Lin's nose and cursed:

"You shameless old hag, with your filthy head, all you ever do is beg your daughter for food and drink. Every piece of clothing you wear, every cigarette and drink you have, all your pocket money—wasn't it all given to you by your daughter? Now that it's time to divide the inheritance, you're blind and can only see your son."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Old Lin's face fell.

"I'm putting it this way today, I'm divorcing you! You can divide your money among your son however you want, but I'll manage my own money."

Old Lin got anxious.

"Are you crazy? Getting a divorce at your age? You're making a laughing stock in the village."

"Who's laughing at me? I think you're the laughing stock." Liu Chounv ignored him and turned to walk out the door.

Lin Gang's wife muttered from behind:

"Lin Fang's in-laws' house is also going to be demolished, why does she have to go back to her parents' house to rob them of money?"

The ugly woman paused in her tracks.

My heart is completely broken.

She spent every day with Song Xianglan.

Even Wang Zhihe's mother managed to have her children split the compensation equally, so why can't she?

The daughter's in-laws' house was demolished, so the property belongs to her in-laws.

How can it be the same as what she, as a mother, gives to her daughter?

The ugly woman didn't turn back, slammed the door, and left.

Because of demolition.

Koizumi Village was thrown into chaos.

Song Xianglan withdrew her gaze.

Go downstairs.

The kitchen was bustling with activity.

Lei Li clumsily chopped green garlic with a kitchen knife, next to a bowl of prepared sweet potato starch.

"Mom, let me make the oyster omelet." Lei Li gestured with a spatula.

Song Xianglan nodded.

"Okay, you try."

Song Tingting snatched the spatula: "Give me a break. Your cooking skills are a waste of this pot of good oysters. I could cook them better than you."

Lei Li moved closer to her.

"I have to learn. You work so hard every day, how could I bear to let you go into the kitchen?"

"Smooth-talking," Song Tingting cursed, but the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile.

In the living room.

The phone suddenly rang.

Shen Huijun jogged over and took it: "Feed?"

"Wife," came Song Xiangdong's voice on the other end of the phone, "I already miss you as soon as you got back. I want to go home too."

Shen Huijun glanced towards the kitchen and lowered her voice:

"Didn't you say you'd be back on New Year's Eve?"

Song Xiangdong sighed, "The thought of not seeing you when I get home tonight makes me feel weak all over. I want to hold you while I sleep."

Shen Huijun blushed and spat:

"How old are you? Be serious."

"No matter how old you are, you'll always be my lover," Song Xiangdong laughed on the other end of the line.

night.

Zhou Fang and Cong Ying, Liu Yukun and Sheng Ruzhi also brought their children.

The whole family squeezed together for a meal at Song Xianglan's house.

The group discussed going to the demolition office first thing tomorrow morning to sign the papers.

Zhou Fang picked up a piece of braised pork with vinegar with his chopsticks and said while chewing, "Godmother, the resettlement housing issue can't be changed; it's still set in the town. That's the decision from above. But I've reached an agreement with the county to get a piece of land in the village to build the house."

Song Xianglan put down her chopsticks.

Which plot of land?

"Near the sea, where Taiwanese businessmen built a hotel, there's a vacant plot of land in the middle. I suggest the village build a small park there," Zhou Fang said. "It's perfect for building a sea-view apartment. It's not too far from your factory either."

Song Xianglan pondered for a moment.

"After it's built, the houses in the village will be sold at a lower price, as a way of giving back to the villagers. Everyone knows each other and feels comfortable living there."

Zhou Fang nodded.

"That's a good idea. I'll discuss it with the county leaders again tomorrow."

The dining table was piled high with food.

Mixed fish in soy sauce broth, braised pork in vinegar sauce, seafood noodles, and oyster omelet that Lei Li insisted on making. Boiled shrimp and steamed crab with garlic and vermicelli...

Songsong, Yani, and Liu Yuting.

The three little ones, all around the same age, ran wildly around the room, their laughter lifting the roof off.

Early the next morning.

Song Xianglan led a group of people to the demolition office at the village entrance.

Her family owns a lot of land in the village.

In the early years, they rented a lot of farmland, plus the marine aquaculture area in the typhoon shelter.

Without hesitation, she chose cash for all her money.

This calculation.

The compensation amounted to several hundred thousand yuan.

Song Xianglan called Shen Huijun and Song Tingting over.

They simply divided the money in half, one for each person.

Zhou Fang and his family didn't want the house; they opted for cash instead.

Liu Yukun had the same plan.

Wang Zhihe and his wife, and Huang Ronghua and his wife came together, and both families chose to pay in cash.

Ju Hong and Zhao Shengli, on the other hand, sat at the table for a long time, asking for a resettlement house in the town and the rest in cash.

Ju Hong muttered to herself, "This house is reserved for Zhao Yuan."

Despite their efforts, the ugly woman and Old Lin never actually divorced.

The couple argued for a long time outside the demolition office, and finally settled on a distribution plan: the demolition compensation would be divided into six parts, one part for each child, and one part for the elderly couple. This money belonged to the elderly couple.

The land belonging to Lin Gang, Lin Mu, and Lin Man was expropriated, and Lin Man's house was also demolished.

The money from the three families doesn't need to be shared with others.

Lin Man and Tang Juhua also requested a resettlement house.

Liu Chunhua chose a resettlement house and paid the rest in cash.

"Chunhua, are you going to stay in town?" Song Xianglan asked her.

Liu Chunhua shook her head: "I don't live in town. I plan to sell the resettlement house in two years and buy a new house in the village. I can't pay all in cash; I'm afraid those unfilial sons will drug me."

"Come to my house for the Spring Festival," Song Xianglan patted her.

Liu Chunhua waved her hand and smiled.

"No need. I've already talked to Tang Yuena about moving in with her. I'll help her take care of the kids, and she'll be able to focus on her business. Plus, I'll have company."

Song Xianglan nodded.

"This arrangement is good."

As the Spring Festival approaches, the atmosphere in the village changes.

Those who haven't signed are still observing, while those who have signed have mostly finished arguing and fighting, completely severing ties and cutting off all contact.

For example, Liu Chunhua's sons would avoid her whenever they saw her.

Liu Chounv barely spoke to either Lin Gang or Lin Mu's families. She got angry and sent them back to their own homes.

On the 25th.

Da Bao, Song Shiyi, and Song Shiyan returned to the village with bags and packages.

At night.

The courtyard gate creaked.

Erbao even showed up carrying a bag.

Song Xianglan happened to be out of the house today; she went to Songjiazhuang.

As soon as Da Bao and his group entered the house, they didn't rest and immediately started making arrangements in the yard.

They hung up colorful lights and banners, making the old courtyard brightly lit.

Shen Huijun and several other women were busy cooking in the kitchen.

Even Huang Ronghua's family and Wang Zhihe's family came to help.

Everything is ready.

Lei Li glanced at his watch, then took out his phone and called Song Xianglan.

"Mom, come back quickly," Lei Li said urgently into the phone.

"What's wrong? Is something urgent?" Song Xianglan asked on the other end of the phone.

"Tingting's gone crazy! She had a huge fight with me and threatened to throw my luggage out and send me back to Beijing. You need to come back and talk to her!" Lei Li shouted anxiously. "You need to come back and control your precious daughter. If this continues, she'll beat your good son-in-law to death!"

Song Tingting also yelled, "Lei Li, how dare you tattle?"

Less than twenty minutes.

The roar of motorcycles came from the alley entrance.

Song Xianglan jumped off the bike angrily, hung her helmet on the handlebars, and pushed open the gate: "Song Tingting, you get out here! What are you doing?"

The courtyard was completely silent.

The door opened.

Erbao, dressed in a crisp pilot's uniform, stood straight in the center of the yard.

He grinned at Song Xianglan and opened his arms.

"Grandma!" Erbao shouted.

Song Xianglan stood there stunned, her anger vanished without a trace, and she was both surprised and delighted:

"Erbao, why are you back? Did the army approve your leave?"

Erbao stepped forward and hugged her: "I'm on vacation."

At this time.

Song Xiangdong and Shen Huijun carried a two-tiered cake out of the house.

A large family followed behind him.

Song Xiangdong walked up to her and said, "Mom, you always said that you didn't even know when you were born and that you'd never celebrated your birthday. We all discussed it and decided that there's no better time than today. So, let's all celebrate your birthday today!"

Looking at the candlelight on the cake, Song Xianglan's eyes welled up with tears.

She wiped her eyes.

He turned and glared at Lei Li, "You little brat, you dare to lie to me. Just wait and see if I don't beat you up."

Lei Li hid behind Song Tingting.

"Mom, Chinese New Year is just around the corner. You can't hit people during the Spring Festival."

Suddenly, the sound of brakes came from outside the courtyard.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" A loud voice came from outside the door.

Chen Zui pushed open the door and swaggered in.

"Godmother, will the birthday party still be lively without me?"

Chen Zui, who has gained weight, has noticeably thinned his hair on the top of his head.

He wore an extravagant floral suit today.

He wore a huge gold ring on his finger and a Richard Miller pendant on his wrist that was blindingly bright.

As he spoke, he deliberately swung his wrist, as if afraid others wouldn't see the watch.

Shi Xinyi rolled her eyes.

I can't bear to look at his smugness.

Song Shiyi and Song Shiyan immediately rushed over, "Godfather! What did you buy?"

The former spendthrift playboy has now been promoted to spendthrift uncle.

Chen patted his belly with a triumphant air, "Thanks to Shiyi, that girl, she helped me spot a few projects, which made me a lot of extra money. Here, these are the orders."

Chen Zui took out a receipt from his pocket.

The list above is densely packed with the gifts I bought for each child.

Every child in Wang Zhihe and Huang Ronghua's family has one.

"Let me make this clear from the start, I'll definitely give my Fu Bao the best gift." Chen Zui laughed heartily. "Don't be jealous, you guys, Fu Bao is my lucky charm."

Huang Yitian chimed in from the side:

"Fu Bao is also our lucky cat."

The courtyard erupted in laughter.

"Come on, let's take a picture." Zhou Fang set up the camera on a tripod. "Everyone, gather around."

A group of people stood in their positions, chattering away. The children in front made funny faces.

"Ready? One, two, three. Cheese!"

The flash went off.

Song Xianglan stood in the middle of the crowd, looking at the smiling faces around her.

In a daze, she remembered the home in her past life where no one was left.

That fire that burned everything down.

Smelling the salty, sea breeze in the air, a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

Fortunately, they were given a second chance, which changed the fate of their family.

Now, she is surrounded by her children and grandchildren, and has friends by her side.

She never wronged herself.

She has achieved success in her career and tasted delicacies from all over the world. Her life has been worthwhile.

If you had a chance to be reborn, when would you go back to?

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End of the full text.

It's been almost eight months. Thank you all for your support and companionship; it's fate that we met through words. I wish every reader a smooth future. I hope we can meet again in the sea of ​​books someday.

The story of Song Xianglan ends here.

I'll update the extra chapters about Da Bao, Er Bao, Song Shiyi, and Song Shiyan at the end of the month.