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

The ugly woman had just managed to get the old man out of the house.

He dashed into Song Xianglan's house in a flash, his face showing a mixture of excitement and nervousness at the prospect of doing something naughty.

The ugly woman smiled smugly.

"That trick was actually taught to me by Juhua. She said the old man was concerned about his image and was also a glutton. As long as you give him some wine and meat, he can go out and brag and won't even acknowledge the Emperor of Heaven."

They even said that instead of letting us old bones earn money, they might as well eat and drink it themselves.

"If I use a little money to win over the old man, he won't care if Xiaofang stays in the village; those two bastards will just have to watch helplessly."

Song Xianglan is sorting through dried goods.

Hearing this, he paused, then smiled and said:

"Chrysanthemum is a smart woman. That's right, with money and food in hand, Old Lin will naturally follow you."

"There's something else I wanted to ask you. About Xiaofang... that Geng family is going too far. Not only did they beat her up like that, but now they refuse to pay for her medical expenses and are even saying they'll drag her out until she dies. I'm really worried..."

Song Xianglan's eyes instantly turned cold.

He leaned close to the ugly woman's ear and whispered a few words.

As the ugly woman listened, her eyes widened more and more.

My heart is pounding like a drum.

"Is that alright? The Geng family is a den of mad dogs; when they get ruthless, they'd skin Xiaofang alive."

Song Xianglan's eyes flashed with a cold light. "Since they're shameless, then we'll help them become famous. You find someone to write big-character posters, the kind with big characters and thick ink. Take your relatives and friends, and march to that food factory with gongs and drums!"

Song Xianglan made a gesture as if she were striking a gong.

The tone was firm and resounding:

"That's a state-owned factory, so just write down all the rotten things that Old Geng and his wife did."

You're the victim here. When you get to the factory gate, sit on the ground and cry. Make a scene, threaten suicide, and cling to that vixen named Minghua's leg.

Make her compensate you for your unborn grandson.

I'd like to see if they have any shame left, if they can even work in the factory. Since they're stirring up trouble, let them stay in the cesspool.

The ugly woman swallowed hard.

That's a ruthless move.

It's like tearing the Geng family's face off and trampling it on the ground.

"When the time comes, make your demands. Lin Fang's medical expenses, nutritional expenses, and compensation for emotional distress must be paid in full. As for that Tie Dan and what other egg..." She paused, her tone icy, "give them to the Geng family."

Liu Chou-nu was stunned. "That's flesh that fell off Xiao Fang's body..."

"That's also a member of the Geng family."

Song Xianglan interrupted her, "You haven't seen how badly the Geng family has spoiled that child. This ungrateful wretch will only bring trouble back; he'll only suck Lin Fang's blood. Let him stay in the Geng family."

The ugly woman slapped her thigh suddenly:

"Chrysanthemum said the same thing, but she didn't come up with the idea of ​​posting a big-character poster. Since that's what they all say, then I'll do it."

The ugly girl rushed home to kill a chicken.

The smell of blood and meat soon filled the Lin family's courtyard.

Lin Gang's wife saw her parents-in-law killing a chicken.

They were so happy they couldn't see their teeth or eyes.

She was more diligent than anyone else in boiling water and plucking feathers, fearing that her in-laws wouldn't feed them.

It was midday.

The wind and rain continued to rage outside the window.

The main room of the Lin family's house was steaming hot.

A large iron pot is simmering with chicken and glass noodles, the glass noodles soaked in the broth and translucent.

Next to it was a plate of stir-fried eggs with red and green chili peppers.

There was also a plate of golden-brown, crispy fried ribbonfish pieces.

Fried peanuts.

Old Lin ate some peanuts with it.

A bite of meat, a sip of wine, and your mouth is greasy with oil.

As for what Lin Mu said before he left, he had completely forgotten about it.

Song Xianglan's family is also busy preparing food.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and a thick curtain of water hung between heaven and earth.

The rain relentlessly washed over the roof tiles, splashing white droplets on the ground before rushing away in streams.

In this awful weather, nothing beats porridge.

Song Xianglan cooked a large pot of seafood and bone porridge.

The soup base consists of pork bones and cut-up red-roe crab, cooked until the rice grains burst open, resulting in a thick and flavorful broth.

Five or six minutes before it's done, throw in a handful of fish balls and fresh shrimp, and finally sprinkle on a handful of bright green celery.

The fresh aroma wafted straight into my nose.

There was porridge on the table.

There was also a large plate of fried food left over from the previous two days.

Song Tingting held the bowl, her eyes fixed on the plate of fried food.

He was sucking on his teeth, his face contorted in pain.

"Mom, I want to eat it, but my tooth hurts."

I've been eating fried food the past few days.

She had several large blisters in her mouth, and they hurt so much that she grimaced at the slightest touch.

Shen Huijun also covered half of her face and said with a wry smile:

"Mom, me too. My gums are so swollen, but I just can't stop craving food. I feel restless if I don't eat."

"Let you be greedy."

Song Xianglan was both annoyed and amused.

He got up and walked to the pickle jar in the corner.

She reached inside and pulled out a dark, shriveled old radish.

This is authentic aged preserved radish, pickled for twenty or thirty years, exuding a savory, aged aroma.

Song Xianglan took the old radish into the kitchen.

I sliced ​​it thinly and threw it into an earthenware pot to boil water.

Soon after, two bowls of dark radish water were served.

Song Xianglan: "This stuff is the most effective for reducing internal heat; it's better than taking medicine."

Song Tingting pinched her nose and took a sip; it was salty with a hint of sweetness, and the taste was strange.

At night.

The two of them sat down at the table again, full of energy.

A person has a bowl of radish water in front of them, holds an oyster fryer in their left hand and a bowl of water in their right, takes a bite of the fried food and a sip of water, and says with a happy smile that this is called "original soup to digest original food".

……

The typhoon raged for two days.

Finally, the matter was dropped.

As soon as the wind stopped, Song Xianglan became extremely busy.

I have to go to work, and after work I still have to deal with that pile of stockpiled goods.

She rode her bicycle back and forth between the slaughterhouse and the county town. Every day when she got home, the moon was already high in the sky. She was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to wash her feet, and she would fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Fortunately, all the hard work paid off.

Thanks to her tireless sales efforts, the goods worth several thousand yuan were sold out.

There's no fixed rule for doing business these days.

The price is entirely up to the customer.

Song Xianglan insisted on a high price, saying it was take it or leave it.

Some people haggle until they're red in the face, while others are in a hurry to get the goods and won't bargain.

After all that trouble...

Not only did they recover their initial investment, but they also recouped their initial investment.

They even made a net profit of several thousand yuan.

Song Xianglan looked at the string of numbers on the passbook that made her heart race, closed the notebook with satisfaction, and stuffed it into the bottom of the box and locked it.

We've already collected several notebooks like this at home.

She originally planned to go to Lin Ergou to get some more goods in a few days.

But a news item suddenly caused a stir.

On the radio.

CCTV News broadcast a report on the issue of street vendors in Xiangzhi Town, as if it were a thunderclap.

The announcer spoke clearly and forcefully, using a series of stern idioms to criticize the speaker, his tone so serious it was chilling.

The news caused a nationwide sensation.

Who would have thought.

In an unremarkable small town.

A group of unassuming street vendors achieved an astonishing transaction volume of over 600,000!

In this era when even households with ten thousand yuan are rare.

Six hundred thousand is simply an astronomical figure.

No wonder the higher-ups were furious.

This isn't doing business; this is practically poaching talent.

Kaori, known as "Little Port City," instantly became a negative example.

It was forcibly suppressed.

Song Xianglan listened to the radio, but her mind was perfectly clear.

Although this "unhealthy trend" has been suppressed for the time being, it won't be long before the policy is relaxed, and even the development of individual businesses will be encouraged.

But that doesn't stop the current panic.

Song Qiang rushed into the yard, covered in sweat, and cried out, "Third Aunt! Third Aunt, did you listen to the radio?"

During this period, I followed Song Xianglan to do business.

With his pockets bulging, Song Qiang became bolder.

If this source of income were to be cut off, he felt he would be so depressed that he would go to see his great-grandmother sooner than expected.

Song Xianglan was drying her damp bedding in the yard.

He remained calm, saying, "The sky won't fall."

"But the radio made it sound so scary..." Song Qiang stamped his feet anxiously.

"That's for other people to hear."

"Given the current situation, it won't be long before things are opened up. The higher-ups also have to consider the prevailing winds; they understand better than us that it's better to guide than to block."

"If you want to develop, you must first develop your economy."

Song Qiang scratched his head, looking completely bewildered:

"If the goal is to encourage, then why criticize Kaori and the others?"

Song Xianglan stretched out her finger and waved it in front of him.

"Over six hundred thousand yuan! Qiangzi, think about it, have you ever seen that much money in your life? How much is the annual budget for our entire county?"

Song Qiang opened his mouth wide.

The "clucking" sound coming from my throat is something I can't even imagine.

"Those people are too flashy. But don't worry, we can still keep going."

However, things will be tense for the next six months.

Be careful with your shipments, just avoid the limelight.

Song Qiang nodded repeatedly as he listened.

The huge weight on my heart has finally been lifted.

"Then let's..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden knock on the courtyard gate.

"Third Aunt, are you home?"

Song Xianglan and Song Qiang exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with the same disgust.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Ping's shrill voice came from outside the door:

"Oh dear, I saw the second brother come in just now, he must be here. Third Aunt, open the door quickly, we've come to see you!"

Song Qiang was so angry that his nose was crooked.

"Do these two have dog noses? We just separated our family, and they've already caught a whiff of our belongings? They must be watching me every time I go out, making sure I'm well-fed."

Song Xianglan: "You've come at the perfect time. I want to see what kind of show these two clowns are going to put on this time."