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

In the most luxurious villa in Shanghai.

"Aren't you going to try to persuade your dad?"

Song Xianglan felt a tightness in her throat and her thoughts were in turmoil.

She looked at the old man she had lived her whole life who wanted to divorce her and marry his first love.

Her hopeful gaze turned to her children and grandchildren.

Let them try to persuade them.

Yang Dashan touched his cigarette pack and raised his voice:

"What do you want the child to say?"

I'm a cultured man, and I married you, a butcher. Do you know how miserable my life has been?

Old Song, I've put up with you my whole life. Please, just let me go!

Did I tolerate her my whole life?

Song Xianglan was beautiful when she was young. Her father, brothers, and younger brother were all butchers.

She was pampered in her parents' home from a young age, and her older brother and sister-in-law treated her very well.

Even if my brother is a scoundrel, I'm not afraid of my sister-in-law having some ulterior motives.

Back then, so many men wanted to marry her, and Yang Dashan would read her love letters every day wherever she went.

They said her eyes were like crescent moons, and that the way she slaughtered pigs resembled that of an ancient female general.

He managed to sway her with the nonsense he found in a few books.

After marriage, she gave birth to a son and a daughter.

Following Yang Dashan's advice, she adopted a son.

Yang Dashan favored her eldest son Yang Jianjun's family. She doted on her eldest son and treated her adopted son harshly, and she didn't even respect her daughter.

Yang Dashan prided himself on being a cultured man, and felt ashamed to do farm work to earn money.

Song Xianglan not only slaughtered pigs but also worked in the fields and took care of household chores.

To prevent Yang Dashan from being bothered by family matters, so that he could concentrate on reading and maintain the dignity of a cultured person.

Even the eldest son, Yang Jianjun, has never washed a single piece of clothing since he was a child.

By the late 1970s.

Song Xianglan rode her bicycle to the seaside to learn smuggling. She hid here and there, either jumping into the sea to hold her breath or running into the mountains to hide.

He earned his first pot of gold by selling clothing and home appliances, engaging in freight transportation, and opening a restaurant.

Having amassed such a large fortune, the company, houses, and money are all registered under the names of Yang Dashan and Yang Jianjun.

She was unwilling to accept a divorce.

"Zhang Yujuan is getting old too," Song Xianglan said, unwilling to accept it.

Yang Jianjun, with a large belly, sat on the sofa, holding a cigar in his hand.

Hearing this, he raised his head and said unhappily:

"Mom, what do you mean by that?"

"Yujuan's mother may be old, but she has elegance and status, unlike someone like you who came from a butchering background."

Daughter-in-law Chen Xiuqin also chimed in:

"If Yujuan's godmother held out her hands, people would believe she was forty years old. Her mother-in-law's hands were rough, with age spots and a face full of wrinkles."

Song Xianglan thought her son and daughter-in-law would help her, but to her surprise, they both thought she was a disgrace.

She worked hard all her life, and even in her old age, she still had to help them with chores when she returned home.

Yang Dashan was reluctant to hire a nanny, and Chen Xiuqin said she didn't trust nannies to do the work. Song Xianglan did all the housework.

Even today, she got up early to make chicken sandwiches, which her great-grandson likes, and French toast with fried eggs, which her great-granddaughter likes.

I also bought my grandson's favorite beef patties.

I made the big meat noodles that Yang Jianjun likes to eat.

Chen Xiuqin likes to eat mixed grains with boiled eggs...

Busy until the very end.

She didn't even get a bite of breakfast before going to buy her granddaughter-in-law the first cup of milk tea of ​​autumn.

Yang Dashan made his statement:

"I've been tied to you my whole life. It disgusts me to even think about it. Please give me my freedom and let me go."

After saying that, Yang Dashan left without looking back.

He said he was going to accompany Zhang Yujuan to dance in People's Park.

Yang Jianjun said that he wanted Song Xianglan to fulfill Yang Dashan's wishes so that his father wouldn't have any regrets in his later years.

Whether Song Xianglan's later years were filled with regrets is something no one cares about.

She didn't stay home to cook lunch.

I went to have my first milk tea of ​​autumn by myself.

She ate a hot pot meal, and the steaming, spicy hot pot made her tears stream down her face.

After spending the afternoon outside, she decided to let go.

All she wants is a sum of money and a pension.

She didn't have a single missed call until she got home at 9 p.m.

Her children and grandchildren don't worry about whether she comes home or not, and nobody cares about her meals anymore?

When she got home, the sounds of arguing coming from the study made Song Xianglan feel cold all over.

"My dad and I had the same idea: to make my mother-in-law leave with nothing."

She's an old woman and doesn't spend much money; she can support herself by diligently collecting garbage.

"Our Yang family's wealth must not fall into her hands."

Yang Jianjun hesitated for a moment:

"Will she disagree with divorcing Dad?"

Sunzi Dazhuang was getting impatient.

"Tell her that her biological son is Song Xiangdong, who died on the battlefield in Yunnan Province."

My dad was born to my grandfather and my grandmother, Yujuan. How dare she expect us to support her in her old age?

"Big brother, no matter what, she is the grandmother who raised us."

"Pah. We gave her the warmth of home."

She should be grateful that we've called her grandma for so many years.

And Shen Huijun has been looking for her. Luckily, Mom is smart; she gets Shen Huijun to send money over every month.

"Hahaha... Song Xianglan, her dead son, and her daughter-in-law are all stupid."

"Grandpa is smart; they are the lifeblood of our Yang family."

Song Xianglan felt her blood run cold.

She couldn't believe the truth she heard: Yang Jianjun was Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan's child?

No wonder Song Xiangdong's adopted son is the same age as Yang Jianjun.

"My life has been miserable. I was forced to have a son and a daughter with Song Xianglan. Only your father and you can have the surname Yang. Those two bastards have the surname Song."

Yang Dashan was surrounded by his grandchildren.

She kept saying that Grandpa had worked hard and that she wanted to give him a grand wedding.

Granddaughter Yang Xiaoxi said she wanted to write a heart-wrenching love story about silver-haired people and publish it in Yangshizi Novels.

To encourage more readers to send them their blessings, Song Xianglan should be portrayed as a vicious cannon fodder.

Song Xianglan went to the kitchen.

After coming out, he closed the doors and windows of the villa and pushed open the door to the study.

"Yang Dashan, how could you do this to me?"

"Ungrateful wretches, a bunch of ungrateful wretches."

She was filled with resentment, hating herself for being so blind.

"What do you want to do?" Yang Dashan saw hatred in Song Xianglan's eyes.

He gave him a wink.

Yang Jianjun rushed out and happened to see his grandson's pet hamster.

A glint of malice flashed in his eyes as he grabbed the hamster and crept up behind Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan was devastated. "I ask you... is Xiangdong really my biological son?"

"That short-lived bastard is your bastard child."

Yang Dashan didn't care. "Back then, Yujuan wasn't suitable for people to know she was pregnant and giving birth. So I switched the baby. I originally wanted to throw Xiangdong into the commune's outhouse."

An old lady kept staring at me. I had no choice but to take him home. I told her I was a found child.

After saying that, he even asked in return:

"You don't like that short-lived guy either. What's the rush?"

What's the rush?

If she knew Song Xiangdong was her biological son, would she dislike him?

In a fit of grief and anger, Song Xianglan stepped forward and slapped Yang Dashan across the face. "Yang Dashan, you beast! You'll die a horrible death!"

"You shrew. Yujuan gave you her child to raise, and you took her son for yourself. You're the real wicked woman."

Standing in the study, Yang's children and grandchildren all criticized Song Xianglan for being undignified.

They said she was ungrateful and suggested kicking her out.

Song Xianglan became furious, "I'm going to sue you and expose all your evil deeds."

"Dad, we can't let Grandma go out. I still need to get married, what if she makes a scene like this?"

Yang Weiguo shouted for Yang Jianjun to block the door.

Yang Jianjun quickly pushed Song Xianglan against the wall.

One hand stuffed the hamster into her mouth.

The hamster kept running towards its throat, and Song Xianglan stared wide-eyed at Yang Jianjun, whose face was contorted with rage.

She died unwilling to accept her fate.

Two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks as she regretted everything she had done in the past.

He lit the lighter in his hand.

A flash of light and an explosion illuminated her vision before plunging her into darkness.

The soul floated into the air.

She saw Shen Huijun, Song Xiangdong's wife whom she had kicked out, arrive at the villa with a middle-aged man who looked exactly like Song Xiangdong.

Shen Huijun knelt down on the ground.

"Mom... I brought Xiangdong's son to see you. He really is Xiangdong's son, I haven't wronged Xiangdong..."

Song Xianglan's spirit landed beside her, trembling, "I'm sorry."

……

"Mom, why are you dozing off while shredding oysters? I'm telling you, my older brother is taking over the job at the slaughterhouse."

"From now on, you can stay at home and enjoy a life of leisure without doing anything." Chen Xiuqin's still relatively young face appeared in front of her.

Without thinking, Song Xianglan raised her hand and slapped him twice.

The beating made Chen Xiuqin cover her face and almost start cursing, but she held back her trembling lips.

"Mom, have you lost your mind? Why did you hit me?"

Song Xianglan looked at her own hands and the old yet familiar house.

There was also the clucking of an old hen outside.

The brigade headquarters' loudspeaker announced the time: it was April 21, 1977.

He died a terrible death in his previous life.

She raised the illegitimate child born to her lover and another woman, only to have that ungrateful child choke to death with a rat – a truly unique way of dying.

That fear suffocated her.

Thinking of this, she picked up a broom and chased after Chen Xiuqin.

Chen Xiuqin was beaten for no apparent reason and screamed in pain:

"Mom, are you crazy? Are you going to cut ties with us for a job?"

You're a butcher, and you reek of pig manure.

Your father-in-law dislikes you. My older brother is taking over your job so you can enjoy a comfortable life at home and easily take care of the whole family.

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This is a fictional story, so please don't try to match it to any specific place. Also, the author's hometown was already rife with smuggling in the early 1970s, with many fishing boats involved in the trade. People carried goods on foot, by riding bicycles... all sorts of methods were used.