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

Song Yang carried a large bowl, his cheeks bulging like a hamster hoarding grain, shoveling salty rice into his mouth as he walked back.

Before he even reached the table, he turned back.

He mumbled incoherently:

"It smells so good! What else do you want? Give me two more spoonfuls."

Song Xianglan looked at this group of young men who were at the age where they could eat a lot.

He shook his head with a smile, then turned and instructed Song Tingting:

"Tingting, don't make your cousins ​​run back and forth. Put all the salted rice from the pot into a big bowl and bring it up so they can eat as much as they want."

Song Tingting responded.

She quickly went to the kitchen to serve the rice.

Shen Huijun looked at the several empty bowls, pondered for a moment, and then turned and went back into the kitchen.

She was afraid that the large bowl of salty rice wouldn't be enough to fill the stomachs of these strong laborers.

He quickly kneaded the dough.

I plan to make a few more scallion pancakes.

In the kitchen.

While scraping the crispy rice at the bottom of the pot, Song Tingting whispered to Shen Huijun:

"Sister-in-law, my cousins' appetites are really frightening."

No wonder my aunt always said there wasn't enough food at home; it's like a pack of hungry wolves coming down the mountain.

Shen Huijun slammed the dough down with a loud thud.

laughed:

"This is nothing. Your brother Xiangdong's appetite is just as good as theirs. A big eater is a good worker. They're all good laborers."

The main room was bustling with activity.

A large bowl of taro rice, served with freshly made crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside scallion pancakes, and a pot of rich, white bone broth.

Braised pork belly, and several seafood dishes.

The Song family's nephews ate so much that they were sweating profusely, and exclaimed that it was incredibly satisfying.

After the storm swept away the clouds, not a single grain of rice remained on the table.

Song west let out a satisfied burp.

He stood up, patting his round belly, with a simple and honest look on his face.

"Third Aunt, you've eaten your fill, now it's time to get back to work. I feel uneasy and restless if I don't work after eating such good food."

Song Qiang also stood up and wiped the oil off his mouth.

"Yes, Third Aunt, just let me know if there's any heavy or tiring work you need."

Song Xianglan pulled Shen Huijun aside and lowered her voice:

"How much of the stock you had at home is left?"

Shen Huijun reported the numbers clearly and logically: "The goods we bought are still unsold. Liu Dahua helped Lin Ergou transport another boatload of seafood today, which hasn't been shipped out yet."

Song Xianglan nodded.

These nephews are honest, discreet, and hardworking.

"You guys come with me," Song Xianglan beckoned.

Song Qiang followed without saying a word.

Actually, he secretly sold some small items during the day.

He exchanged the money and put it in his pocket.

But he was smart; he never kept quiet when there were many people talking.

The night is getting darker.

Song Xianglan, along with several nephews, borrowed a handcart and a tricycle from Liu Dahua's family.

"Be quiet, don't disturb anyone."

Song Xianglan lowered her voice and ordered, "Carry these large items away. Follow behind Tingting."

A few young people took advantage of the darkness.

Like a group of agile raccoons, they pushed the cart and disappeared into the night.

After they had gone far away, Song Xianglan locked the door.

Before she died, Yang Dashan's mother cursed a large number of people in the house.

Many people are afraid to come to the old house.

They say this place is haunted.

Now it's perfect to use Song Xianglan as a warehouse.

There were still some small, delicate items left in the room.

It's left for Shen Huijun and the ugly girl to deal with slowly.

Song Xianglan walked to the vicinity of Liu Dahua's house.

Liu Dahua's signature loud voice shook the roof tiles.

"Pillar! You dead man, what are you standing there for?"

"Go quickly and call Cong Ying, and then drag the midwife over here."

Zhu Zi was so anxious that he was covered in sweat.

Spinning in place.

"Mom! Haiyan's screams are so pitiful, is she going to die? Her screams are terrifying."

"Snapped!"

Liu Dahua slapped the pillar hard on the back.

The blow made the pillar stagger.

"You cowardly bastard. Why didn't you say it was scary when you were planting the seeds?"

You're the one enjoying yourself, but your wife is the one suffering now.

How dare you stand there pacing around like that? Get up and go now!

The pillar was hit and lurched forward with a howl, almost bumping into Song Xianglan who had just walked by.

Zhu Zi saw that it was Song Xianglan complaining with a bitter face.

"My mom is so violent. She wasn't like this before, how come she's like a tigress now?"

Hearing the heart-wrenching screams from inside the house, Song Xianglan raised her leg and kicked the pillar in the buttocks.

"Stop talking nonsense. Get running!"

Zhu Zi felt so wronged.

This family of origin is terrifying.

As he ran, he wondered, "Isn't it said that a woman giving birth is like a hen laying an egg?"

Why does Haiyan feel so much pain?

But he didn't dare stop and ran all the way to the educated youth settlement.

"Cong Ying! Help! Haiyan is about to give birth!"

Upon hearing this, Cong Ying grabbed the medical kit she had prepared and rushed outside.

Han Meimei and several other female educated youths were enjoying the cool air in the courtyard.

Upon hearing the commotion, they quickly followed.

The male educated youth at the settlement looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Hey, when did our female educated youth become so close to those old women like Liu Dahua?"

……

Liu Dahua's home.

The water in the two large iron pots was boiling, bubbling and steaming.

Zhang Haiyan was covered in cold sweat, her hair was wet and stuck to her face, her face was contorted with pain, and her knuckles were white as she gripped the bed sheet.

The two children, Xiaotian and Xiaoyu, were squatting in the corner of the yard.

They were so scared that they curled up into a ball.

Tears streamed down my face.

I dared not utter a sound.

Song Xianglan entered the house and took Zhang Haiyan's hand: "Haiyan, listen to your aunt, don't shout randomly, save your strength."

Liu Dahua brought in a large bowl of steaming hot egg noodles.

"Haiyan, eat this. How will you have the strength to give birth if you don't eat?"

Zhang Haiyan shook her head in pain.

"You have to eat it whether you want to or not." Liu Dahua insisted on putting the noodles to her mouth.

"Eat quickly while it doesn't hurt right now."

With tears in her eyes, Zhang Haiyan took advantage of a lull in the pain.

He finished the noodles in two or three bites, and even drank the soup clean.

I just put down the bowl.

Another wave of excruciating pain struck.

"...Oh my god! That hurts!"

Zhang Haiyan's expression instantly turned ferocious.

Liu Dahua: "Don't call me Mom. Curse Zhuzi. It's all that bastard's fault you're suffering. Curse him. Curse him to death."

This trick really worked.

Distract yourself is the best pain reliever.

Zhang Haiyan took a deep breath.

He cursed through gritted teeth:

"Zhu Zi, you bastard."

They're just like the Huang family.

If it weren't for my mother-in-law, I would have left you a long time ago.

"Pillar, you heartless, bastard!"

Zhu Zi, along with Cong Ying and the midwife, rushed into the courtyard.

I was immediately greeted by my wife's loud and forceful scolding.

Moreover, his insults were well-founded and detailed, bringing up past grievances clearly, including the time he stole her meat and the nonsense he said during their argument.

Zhu Zi's legs buckled, and he almost knelt on the ground.

"..."

I can't live like this anymore.

Cong Ying and the midwife didn't care about Zhu Zi's constipated face.

She rushed into the delivery room like a gust of wind.

Han Meimei and the other girls didn't go in and cause trouble. Instead, they squatted in the corner, hugged Xiao Tian and Xiao Yu, and coaxed them softly.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Mommy is giving birth to a little brother or sister, it will be over in a little while."

With the older sister comforting him.

The two children stopped crying and asked, sobbing:

"Sister, why does Mommy hurt so much? Is it because my younger siblings are being naughty?"

"It's not that they're disobedient, it's just that they were too eager to come out and see their older brothers and sisters." Han Meimei wiped away the tears on the children's faces.

Just then.

A high-pitched scream came from inside the house, followed by...

A loud baby's cry echoed through the courtyard.

The midwife's cheerful voice rang out: "It's a boy! And that voice is strong and sturdy!"

The pillar in the yard heard this.

She jumped three feet high with joy: "It's born! It's another son!"

He was so excited that he danced around and instinctively wanted to run outside to tell his grandmother the good news.

But he had only taken one step.

The smile froze on his face.

The two families have fallen out and become enemies.

The joy on Zhu Zi's face vanished instantly, and he reluctantly withdrew his foot.

On this joyous day, there wasn't even an elder to share it with.

That's so damn frustrating.