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

Song Qiang spat fiercely on the ground.

"It's true that every pot has its lid. My brother used to seem honest, but that's because he hadn't encountered any trouble."

Looking back now, it was just a rotten steamed bun made from dough, full of mold spots.

My sister-in-law does whatever she says, doing whatever she's told, she doesn't even recognize her own parents anymore.

Song Xianglan sat in the chair, her face clouded with gloom.

"Everyone laughs at your poverty, hates your wealth, despises your poverty, and fears your wealth. That's human nature."

"Once we've got this business up and running, you go back to Songjiazhuang and build the most magnificent little villa. I bet they'll be so jealous they won't be able to sleep."

Song Qiang grabbed the teacup on the table and took a big gulp.

After suppressing his anger, he finally remembered the important matter.

"Third Aunt, I rescued a child who fell into the water in Qingyang a couple of days ago. The child's parents work at the customs."

Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow.

Song Qiang continued:

"I heard there was a batch of confiscated goods, bags and boxes, but I don't know exactly what they were, they were all sealed up."

The prices are shockingly low, but they don't sell in small quantities; you have to ship the whole container to get it.

Song Xianglan's heart stirred.

In his previous life, Song Qiang ran a customs brokerage firm, and his business was thriving. It seems that he had already made this connection long ago.

"I heard it's something like twenty feet long," Song Qiang gestured.

"Let's do it!"

Song Xianglan: "Twenty feet isn't enough. It would be even better if we could get a forty-foot tall container. No matter what's inside, as long as it's imported goods, bringing it back is money."

Song Qiang hesitated for a moment:

"That container of goods could fetch a lot of money, and transporting it back would be a hassle."

Song Xianglan's eyes sharpened. "Isn't your cousin a truck driver?"

Give him some money, and we'll rent a car from his company for over a month and he'll follow us north.

"We'll sell off our inventory along the way, recoup our initial investment, and the rest is pure profit."

Song Qiang nodded vigorously.

Song Xianglan tapped the table.

"Call all those kids from Song west."

Don't just bring your mouth; get a few solid iron rods, wrap them in strips of cloth, and they'll hurt without leaving any external wounds.

Go get a few more hunting rifles, and weld machetes onto the ends of iron rods.

Song Qiang felt a chill run down his spine:

"Third Aunt, we're going to sell goods, not to seize territory."

Song Xianglan glared at him.

"These days, people driven mad by poverty are scarier than ghosts. If we're driving a cart full of hot goods, we're like a big piece of fat meat."

Without some weapons for protection, you'll be devoured without a trace. If I could get my hands on this, even better…”

She made a gun gesture.

Song Qiang swallowed.

The way her third aunt was acting seemed less like she was slaughtering a pig and more like a bandit leader preparing to seize power in the mountains.

It's just that regulations have been stricter in recent years.

If this were a chaotic era, the overlord of Qingyang County would probably be surnamed Song.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of those images.

"Then you definitely won't be bringing Song Rong, right?"

Song Xianglan scoffed, "His brain is half water and half flour; it's a complete mess if you shake it."

If you take him along, he'll wet his pants first when something happens, and in critical moments, all he can do is cling to his family members and wail.

It's utterly useless. It's just feeding kills to the enemy.

Song Qiang was amused.

As expected, criticism from family members is the most damaging.

The plan has been finalized.

Song Qiang didn't linger and hurriedly went to discuss the car with his cousin.

He then went to contact those guys from Songxi.

Song Qiang left.

Song Xianglan immediately went inside and locked the door.

She rummaged through drawers and cabinets, taking out all her family's possessions.

This is what I earned from selling goods these past few days.

Shen Huijun and Song Tingting handed it over.

In addition to the cash and compensation he had previously obtained through shady dealings with Zhang Yuting,

Several bankbooks plus cash.

Song Xianglan ordered it twice.

It costs about 30,000 yuan.

To book a whole container, you need to hire a car, manage relationships, and cover all the food, drink, and other expenses along the way; this amount of money simply isn't enough.

She then went to search the hidden hole in the wall and found two gold bars.

I weighed it in my hand; it weighed fifty grams.

The current price of gold is about 28 yuan per gram, so two bars would cost less than 3,000 yuan.

It's still not enough.

Song Xianglan frowned, and suddenly the box hidden in the back mountain flashed through her mind.

It was just getting dark.

Song Xianglan changed into dark clothes, carried a basket on her back, and held a hoe in her hand. She quietly made her way up the back mountain.

Just as we reached the halfway point of the mountain, we heard a noise coming from the bushes ahead.

Song Xianglan quickly squatted down and held her breath.

Through the gaps in the grass leaves.

She saw Wang Cong holding a shovel, frantically digging at a mound of earth like a big rat.

While digging, he muttered something to himself:

"Mom wouldn't lie to me... Where is it? I've practically turned this whole mountain upside down, could it be behind that old hag's house?"

Song Xianglan's heart skipped a beat.

This spendthrift may not be the brightest, but he's a ticking time bomb.

Judging by the way he's digging the hole, he'll turn this whole back mountain upside down sooner or later.

Although his own treasure cave was well-hidden, it couldn't withstand such a lucky break.

No, we have to move.

After Wang Cong grumbled and moved to another spot to dig, Song Xianglan crouched down and slipped into the hidden cave.

After clearing away the rocks and withered grass that were covering it, the box was still there.

Song Xianglan stopped being picky and stuffed all the cash in the box, the remaining heavy gold bars, and the several jade bracelets of excellent quality into her basket.

The basket on my back was so heavy it pressed down on my shoulders.

This trip isn't enough to finish moving everything.

After carrying the things home, Song Xianglan didn't even have time to rest. She pushed a wheelbarrow and went back again.

Two round trips.

They completely emptied the treasure spot on the back mountain, leaving Wang Cong with not even a single copper coin.

back home.

Shen Huijun and Song Tingting were waiting in the main room with kerosene lamps lit.

I saw her pushing a cart full of things back, sweating profusely.

I was just about to ask.

He was immediately silenced by Song Xianglan's sharp gaze.

"Go to sleep, don't ask anything, don't look at anything."

The two obediently shut up and went back inside.

Song Xianglan locked the door and drew the curtains.

She pried open the floor tiles under the bed and dug a big hole with great effort.

They put the box into the pit and then filled it back in with soil.

Compact the soil, cover it with floor tiles, and finally move the bed back to its original position.

They shoveled away the excavated soil.

In my current handbag, besides the original 30,000, there's still some money.

Including the cash dug out from the back mountain, it totaled a full 50,000 yuan!

With food in hand, one has nothing to fear.

When Shen Huijun saw her come out, she handed her a cloth bag and a bankbook.

"Mom, this is the money I earned from selling goods these past few days, plus the wages Xiangdong sent back. I've withdrawn it all."

Song Tingting also slammed her own copy on the table:

"Mom, I'll contribute too. It's not much, but it's a token of my appreciation."

Both of them knew that Song Xianglan was planning something big recently. Although they didn't know exactly what she was going to do, the atmosphere of her doing a "big business" was impossible to hide.

"Mom, are you planning something big?" Song Tingting asked, blinking.

"The big one."

Song Xianglan didn't explain further.

I carefully put away the money and bankbook, and said I would pay them back later.

He then pushed his bicycle out the door.

We arrived at the slaughterhouse.

Liu Yidao was loitering at the door with a cigarette in his mouth when he saw Song Xianglan walking unsteadily.

I couldn't help but mock:

"Hey, Old Song went to steal landmines last night? He can't even walk straight anymore."

For once, Song Xianglan didn't retort. "Go away, don't bother me. I'll borrow your rest room to sleep for a while."

After saying that, he went straight into the lounge and fell asleep immediately.

Even though the screams of pigs being slaughtered outside were deafening, she didn't even manage to turn over.

I slept until the sun was high in the sky.

Song Xianglan went to the tap and splashed cold water on her face to wake herself up.

As I stepped out the gate, Song Qiang was already waiting outside on his bicycle, with heavy cloth bags hanging from the handlebars, indicating that he was well-prepared.

Song Qiang lowered his voice, his face full of excitement.

"When I got home, I asked Song west and the others for some more money, and together with what I borrowed from my parents, I managed to scrape together a total of five thousand yuan."

Song Xianglan nodded, patted her bulging shoulder bag, and got on the back of the bicycle.

"Let's go to Qingyang!"