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

After Song Qiang left, Song Xianglan had Shen Huijun write a divorce agreement according to her wishes.

She went to sleep after she finished writing.

Song Xianglan slept soundly for a long time.

Two days of fierce fighting left me exhausted, the fatigue seeping from the very marrow of my bones.

It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky, and the glaring sunlight pierced her face through the windowpane, that she suddenly opened her eyes.

A salty, savory smell wafted through the courtyard.

Song Tingting was quick and efficient; she had already prepared the meal.

There was a large bowl of sweet potato porridge on the table; it contained real rice, unlike other families where it was just sweet potato soup.

On the table were clams, mackerel, omelet with preserved radish, and a plate of water spinach.

Liu Chou-nu came over with a rough porcelain bowl, her eyes fixed on the mackerel on the table, and she made a "gulp" sound in her throat.

"Your family's life is so good, even a god couldn't change it."

Without saying a word, Song Xianglan picked up the large ladle from the stainless steel pot and began scooping out the bottom part of the pot.

A spoonful of thick rice grains and soft sweet potato chunks was slammed onto Liu Chounu's watery bowl with a "whoosh".

"You're drinking the soup yourself again, while giving the dry food to the man?"

Song Xianglan frowned, her tone filled with exasperation and disappointment.

"The men have to do the hard work, while we old women can just have some soup."

Liu Chounu sighed, her hands trembling as she held the bowl.

"I have several boys in my family who are about to grow up and eat like hungry wolves. On top of that, my old, awful in-laws who don't live with me are always causing trouble, so I have to scrimp and save every last drop."

"Save my ass! Who will care if your health collapses?"

Song Xianglan slammed her chopsticks on the table; she was truly angry.

"Eat it in front of me."

Just then, a small dark figure rubbed against them, wiping away tears.

"Grandma... my stomach was making thumping noises when I ran."

Gou Sheng was as skinny as a monkey.

"Come here." Song Xianglan beckoned.

Gou Sheng glanced at his grandmother, then at the kind-faced Grandma Song, and timidly moved closer.

"Would you like some porridge?" Song Xianglan pointed to the pot.

"Yes," Gou Sheng swallowed, his clear black and white eyes filled with longing.

The ugly woman panicked and reached out to grab the child.

"Go home. How can you be so spineless?"

"Gousheng often runs errands for me, he's a good kid." Song Xianglan shielded the child, turned to Song Tingting, and gestured with her chin, "Tingting, serve the rice."

Song Tingting was quick and handed a full bowl of thick porridge to Gou Sheng.

"Thank you, Grandma Song. Thank you, Aunt Tingting."

Gou Sheng's dirty little face lit up instantly, and he squatted down by the wall with his bowl in his hand.

No vegetables either.

They shoveled the food into their mouths, eating with great relish.

As Liu Chounu watched her grandson wolf down his food, her eyes reddened. She lowered her head and took a big bite of rice, which smelled so delicious that it made her heart ache.

After the meal, Song Xianglan did not allow the ugly woman to leave.

They pulled the person into the house.

"Ugly girl, run me an errand."

Song Xianglan got straight to the point, "Deliver this batch of goods to Laijia Brigade, and I'll give you fifteen yuan for the trip."

"Take...take the young master?"

Liu Chounu nearly bit her own tongue, her eyes wide open like copper bells.

"Fifteen? Lanlan, are you talking nonsense? I'd do it for at most one yuan."

"Fifteen, not a penny less. But one thing, keep your mouth shut."

Song Xianglan stared into her eyes, her gaze sharp.

"Don't worry, if I utter a single word, I'll jump into the latrine and become fertilizer."

Half an hour later.

When the ugly woman came out of the house, she looked much bigger.

His once shriveled waist was now bulging, and his buttocks looked like they had two millstones hanging from them.

Liu Chounu tugged at the corner of her clothes and pointed to her flat chest.

"This doesn't quite match. Could you put some here too? I also want to be a big wave, like the cliffside kind."

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes and slapped her hand away.

"Dream on! That's all the confidence you have. You're like a freshly steamed xiaolongbao; if you stuff it too much, it'll become deformed."

Song Xianglan took the initiative to style her hair.

The kind of hairstyle that women by the sea love.

She tucked two digital watches deep into her hair bun, then casually picked two large red flowers from outside the courtyard wall and stuck them into the side of her hair bun.

Absolutely.

Who would have thought that such a gaudy red flower hides a rare and sought-after item?

The ugly woman, carrying a tattered basket full of dried oysters and razor clams, strode out the door with a proud and arrogant air.

No sooner had they seen off the ugly woman than Liu Dahua burst in.

"Lanlan, I'm not comfortable leaving the goods piled up at home, so I'll go deliver them too."

"Tingting and Huijun, go too," Song Xianglan instructed while packing her things.

Song Tingting and Shen Huijun didn't want to deliver the goods. "We want to go to the commune with you. We'll have to confront that beast Yang Dashan."

Song Xianglan stuffed the divorce agreement into her pocket.

"I'm going to get a divorce, not to fight. What can you guys do there?"

That's public land. How could Yang Dashan detain me too?

Besides, if you come along, that old bastard will probably use the child as an excuse to play the victim again.

"But……"

"Making money is the most important thing!"

Song Xianglan interrupted them.

"This time, I'm bringing Cong Ying and the others along. We need to familiarize ourselves with the route and, if we encounter any problems, we shouldn't try to fight them head-on, but rather split up and run."

Remember, we're doing this so we can enjoy a good life in the future, not to waste our time arguing with rotten people.

Shen Huijun gritted her teeth and pulled Tingting back, who was still trying to speak.

"Mom is right. Earning the money back is the greatest source of confidence for Mom."

Song Xianglan nodded in satisfaction and pushed her bicycle out the door.

I rode very fast, heading straight for the commune.

When we arrived at the slaughterhouse, the manager with the Mediterranean-style haircut was pacing around his office with a dark expression on his face.

Seeing Song Xianglan enter, he was about to open his mouth and start cursing.

With a flick of her wrist, Song Xianglan sent a gleaming silver digital watch sliding onto the table.

"Manager, calm down."

The manager swallowed back the profanity that was on the tip of his tongue.

My eyes were glued to the watch.

I can't move it no matter what I do.

This is a rare item!

"Song Xianglan, you skipped work all day yesterday. Liu Yidao and his apprentice were so busy they were practically running around like headless chickens. And you..." The manager's tone softened, and his hand unconsciously reached for the watch.

"Manager, it's not that I want to skip work."

Song Xianglan's expression was seven parts grief and indignation and three parts strength. "Something terrible has happened to my family. Yesterday I called the police and they arrested Yang Dashan."

The manager's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the watch.

"Arrested?"

Song Xianglan's words are always startling:

"He had been having an affair with an old woman from the same village for over twenty years."

He even swapped that bastard child born of a prostitute back with my own son and made me raise him, taking away my own flesh and blood.

The manager's jaw nearly dropped to the table.

This melon is huge.

What I originally wanted to say about her skipping work turned into sympathy at this moment, and even a bit of excitement from hearing gossip.

"My goodness... Yang Dashan looks honest..."

Song Xianglan's eyes reddened at just the right moment.

"I need to go to the police station to complete the formalities and get a divorce from him."

This mess is really something, I'll have to trouble you to handle it, manager.

The manager waved his hand and casually stuffed the digital watch into his pocket, looking righteous and awe-inspiring.

"This kind of scoundrel must be severely punished. Our slaughterhouse workers will never tolerate such humiliation."

I've approved your leave. Come back whenever you've finished processing your paperwork!

Song Xianglan thanked the manager before heading straight to the police station.