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

Old Mrs. Huang's face turned pale and then red as she was scolded, and her eyelids twitched.

In this surrounding area, who doesn't know that Song Xianglan is now a ruthless and unruly person?

Even men were sent to jail.

Not to mention her, an outsider.

"This is my son's house, it's not your place to act like a stranger here!"

Old Mrs. Huang was outwardly fierce but inwardly weak.

But his body honestly shrank back a little.

Song Xianglan scoffed.

"I don't care whose house this is. It's not like I haven't beaten Liu Dahua before. If you think your precious grandson Zhuzi isn't living comfortably, take him back now."

Tie your cowardly grandson to your waistband and take him back to your old Huang family to be worshipped.

Without that troublemaker, Da Hua and Hai Yan were living a wonderful life with their three children; even the air seemed to smell of pure happiness.

"You...you're advising people to divide their family property, you'll be struck by lightning!" Old Mrs. Huang's fingers trembled with anger.

"It's still uncertain who will be struck by lightning."

Song Xianglan took a step forward, her eyes filled with malice.

"If you dare to spew nonsense here again and bully women who have just given birth..."

Believe it or not, Liu Dahua will come back and slap you across the face, and send you up the mountain ahead of time.

"I'll have to bring two buckets of old manure back to your grave to give it a good 'watering' so you won't even have a peaceful death."

These words were extremely venomous.

Grandma Huang felt a chill on the back of her neck.

Her eyes darted around, and she spotted the basin of freshly sorted oysters by the door. Without a word, she grabbed the basin and ran outside.

"I'm not going to lower myself to your level, you shrew."

"When my son comes back, I'll beat that unfilial Liu Dahua to death."

Song Xianglan: "..."

A sparrow fighting a rooster is overestimating its own strength.

Old Mrs. Huang was so agile that it was as if a vicious dog was chasing her.

They disappeared in a flash.

Zhang Haiyan looked at the empty doorway.

Tears welled up again.

Zhang's mother looked shaken, clearly terrified by what had just happened.

Song Xianglan's tone softened somewhat:

"People are like that, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. The softer you are, the more they want to squeeze you dry."

When it's time to stand up for yourself, straighten your back.

Even if you don't have a stick, you have to let her know you have teeth.

Mrs. Zhang wiped her eyes. "It's all my fault... I even accepted money from my in-laws."

"If I accept their money, I'm afraid they'll say I only care about money and not people... If I don't accept the money, my daughters-in-law will also have something to say. I'm in a dilemma..."

The old lady was honest and simple all her life.

They have the rigid belief that "raising children is for old age security" ingrained in their very being.

Looking at her, Song Xianglan felt as if she were seeing herself from a past life.

Back then, it was all because of that good-for-nothing Yang Jianjun.

She also swallowed her anger and kept quiet.

What was their final fate?

"That's money Da Hua gave you, what does it have to do with that coward Zhu Zi?"

You're here because you feel sorry for your daughter and want Da Huateng to go out to sea to make money.

She's too busy thanking you to dare gossip.

As for your daughters-in-law, you earned the money, and it's your decision who gets to spend it. Don't live your whole life only to end up as their slaves.

Zhang's mother was stunned by what she was told.

If you don't rely on your children when you're old, are you really going to be left with nothing but a rope?

Song Xianglan went into the room and looked at Zhang Haiyan.

Zhang Haiyan was breastfeeding her child, her eyes red and swollen.

"Alright, stop crying. If you ruin your eyes from crying during your postpartum period, it will affect you for life."

Song Xianglan briefly recounted Lin Fang's story.

"There are many times in a woman's life when she can't rely on a man, but a good mother-in-law can hold up half the sky."

Your mother-in-law truly loves you. As long as she's on your side, that old woman Huang is nothing.

If Zhu Zi dares to utter a single word, have your mother-in-law deal with him.

Zhang Haiyan nodded: "Yes, Mom is very good to me, and she said she'll be back soon."

After comforting the mother and daughter.

Song Xianglan went out the door and headed straight for the old house.

Unlocking the door, the room was filled with goods brought back from Lufeng Island. Dacron fabric, electronic watches, clam oil... quite a lot of stuff, but the shipping speed was still a bit slow.

She wondered to herself: if she just sold these goods piecemeal like this, when would she ever be able to clear out this batch of goods?

It seems we still need to find a way to do wholesale, even if the profit margin is small, the advantage is that the volume is large and the payment is fast.

I'm thinking about it.

The loudspeaker at the village entrance suddenly started crackling loudly.

"Attention, everyone! Attention, everyone!"

Typhoon Yaya is coming!

All boats and fishing vessels must return to port immediately to seek shelter from the storm! Do not linger at sea! I repeat...

The wind at the beach has noticeably picked up.

The wind made the treetops sway wildly, and the air was filled with a damp, salty mist.

Not long after.

Liu Dahua returned in a flurry of activity.

Her hair was a mess from the wind, but her face was flushed with excitement.

The Song brothers, Song west and Song Yang, arrived pushing a flatbed cart. Both were shirtless, revealing their muscular physiques, and laboriously carried boxes of goods from their in-laws' boat ashore.

"Third Aunt!"

Song west wiped the sweat from his face and grinned.

Where is this shipment going?

"Transport it to my house."

Song Xianglan made a quick decision: "Yang Jianjun and his wife have left, so that house is now empty and can be used as a warehouse."

The group worked quickly and efficiently.

They moved all the goods into the west room of Song Xianglan's house, which originally belonged to Yang Jianjun.

Liu Dahua brushed the dust off her clothes, muttering curses as she did so:

"Lin Ergou is fast; he said he'd go to the island after the typhoon. If the typhoon had come two days later, I could have made two more trips."

All she thinks about is money.

They wished they could scoop all the gold out of the sea and put it in their own pockets.

Song Xianglan handed her a glass of water:

"Alright, you can't earn all the money in the world, your life is more important. Besides, you can't make all the money at once, leave some for the Dragon King as toll."

She paused, then said:

"Your mother-in-law just came by and gave your mother-in-law a good scolding. Haiyan also got a severe dressing down."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Dahua's anger flared up instantly.

"That old bastard, that rascal Yanzi's gone mad. And that scoundrel Zhuzi, his mouth's like a cotton waistband, spilling out every little thing. When I get back, I'm going to sew his mouth shut!"

She was hurling insults, spittle flying everywhere:

"Bad roots can't grow good crops; he inherited that heartless grandmother's ways!"

She asked about Lin Fang and Liu Chounu's situation.

Song Xianglan pointed in the direction of Lin Man's house and told her to go see for herself.

"Okay, I understand."

Liu Dahua was in a hurry to leave, saying, "Come home with me and take some fish and shrimp back with you."

We have too much food at home, and it would be a waste if we couldn't finish it.

Tonight, make oyster omelets, fried oysters, and a radish soup.

Song Xianglan didn't stand on ceremony either.

He tossed the house keys to Song west and said, "Lock the door. Don't let the Lin family next door see what's inside."

Song west took the key, looked at the low courtyard wall, and frowned, saying:

"Third Aunt, this wall is too low, it's not safe. I'll find someone to get some red bricks and raise the height of your yard, and then stick broken glass shards in there."

"Okay. I'll pay for it, you can ask me for it." Song Xianglan nodded.

"Third Aunt, what are you saying? Yangzi and I made money following you, and now you want us to charge us for building a wall for our own aunt? Isn't that a slap in the face?"

Song Xianglan went home with Liu Dahua.

Zhang's mother came out of the house carrying her grandson, her eyes still a little red.

Liu Dahua looked at her mother-in-law's pitiful appearance.

I felt terrible.

He explained awkwardly:

"Mother-in-law, I'm so sorry you had to suffer like this. When Zhuzi comes back, I'm going to break his legs!"

The typhoon is strong these days, so don't travel back and forth, lest something happens on the road.

She deftly rummaged through the cupboard and pulled out a large bag of milk powder, then stuffed the vegetable basket full of fish, shrimp, and oysters in their shells, and shoved it into Zhang's mother's hands.

"Take this milk powder back for the little one at home, and bring the fish and shrimp to add to your dishes. Come back after the typhoon passes."

Mother Zhang could not refuse.

She could only carry her grandson on her back.

Carrying a heavy basket, he braved the wind and went back to the neighboring village.

Song Xianglan also brought home a large bag of fish, shrimp and seafood.

Just as I entered the courtyard.

Then I saw Song west and Song Yang busy around the crooked mango tree.

The wind grew stronger, making the treetops rustle loudly.

"These branches are too long; they'll easily sweep away the roof tiles when a typhoon comes." Song Yang scrambled up the tree like a monkey, perched on a branch, and slashed the saw with lightning speed.

"Snap!"

Thick branches broke off and fell.

Song west dragged the tree branch over, swung his axe, and chopped it into pieces of firewood with a few quick "clangs," which he neatly stacked under the eaves.

"This firewood is just dried enough to start a fire." Song west wiped his sweat.

Looking at the lively atmosphere in the courtyard, Song Xianglan felt much more at ease. She carried the seafood into the kitchen.

"Huijun and Tingting haven't come back yet?" she asked, frowning.

"It seems they're still at the educated youth settlement."

Song Yang shouted from the tree, "I just heard someone say that the roof of the educated youth settlement is leaking a bit, they might be helping out there."