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

Yang Jianjun didn't dare to come in at all, and squatted in the corner outside, looking up at the sky.

What's wrong with his mother?

My stomach was growling with hunger, so I had no choice but to go into the yard.

Walking along the corner of the wall, I asked, "Mom, what's for lunch?"

"Dragon meat from heaven."

Yang Jianjun pursed his lips.

When I got to the kitchen, I only saw a few sweet potatoes and a handful of broken rice in the pot.

"Why sweet potato porridge again? At least cook a pot of rice."

Chen Xiuqin rarely did any housework after marrying into the family.

My mother-in-law is strong and hardworking, and my sister-in-law is young but quick and efficient.

She's going to enjoy a life of happiness after marrying into this family.

I was so busy this morning that I didn't even have time to go to the toilet.

"Mom locked all the grain in the room, except for these few sweet potatoes."

Chen Xiuqin sniffed, feeling wronged:

"Jianjun, talk to Mom about this. I'm so busy all day, I can't possibly finish everything."

Mules need to be well-fed to have strength.

Song Xianglan entered the kitchen and kicked Yang Jianjun hard.

They kicked him so hard he fell face-first in front of the stove.

"Your wife took more than ten kilograms of rice and noodles back to her parents' home this month, and she also took a lot of pork fat, big bones and pig lungs."

Now I crave rice and pork; in my dreams, I'll lick my toes.

Song Xianglan picked up a pig-slaughtering knife.

Yang Jianjun and his wife were so frightened that they didn't dare to utter a single word.

She took out a butcher knife.

He sat in the yard sharpening his knife.

But in her heart, she was calculating what would happen in her past life. Zhang Yujuan's husband had acquired a lot of good things while sailing.

A few years ago, Zhang Yujuan even stole from the home of a rightist.

They hid all the treasured calligraphy, paintings, antiques, and gold bars in a cave in the back mountain.

Later, she took the calligraphy and paintings to auction.

She became a well-known wealthy woman.

Song Xianglan was plotting to double-cross someone.

She used those items to offset the cost of raising Yang Jianjun.

Yang Dashan gritted his teeth and looked in the mirror.

His old face was slapped hard.

His nose was bleeding, but the poisonous woman didn't take him to the health center for a checkup.

Then he thought that a wise man doesn't fight with a woman, so he deliberately took Song Tingting's Chinese textbook and sat in the yard.

"cough……"

He deliberately cleared his throat; it was the scene of him reading that captivated Song Xianglan back then.

"Dad, can you give me my Chinese textbook? I need to go to school and do my homework."

Song Tingting finished her math homework and then discovered that her Chinese textbook was missing.

I went outside to take a look.

I noticed my dad was holding his Chinese textbook and reading it at a 45-degree angle.

Yang Dashan deliberately glanced at Song Xianglan.

"I like reading. You go to school first, and I can borrow your book for the afternoon."

Song Tingting was so anxious she almost cried.

"I have class this afternoon..."

"You share a Chinese textbook with your deskmate."

Song Xianglan stood up, picked up a broom, and started hitting Yang Dashan hard on the head.

"What are you doing with Tingting's Chinese textbook? You old fool, you're always up to something. If I don't beat you for a day, you'll start climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles."

Yang Dashan jumped up and gave the book to Song Tingting.

She cried out and ran into the house, yelling, "Song Xianglan! You vicious woman, do you want to beat me to death?"

I'll beat you to death.

"I am the head of the household."

Song Xianglan threw away the broom, calling him "the head of the household who lives off his wife."

Lin Gang's father, Old Man Lin, next door, called out with a smile:

"Big Mountain, you can't beat your family's butcher?"

"I'm a cultured person, I won't stoop to the level of a pig butcher. She's an insult to civility."

Yang Dashan covered his face and cried as he returned to his room, utterly humiliated by the butcher.

Old Man Lin coughed as he laughed:

"Song the butcher, stop hitting your own mountain."

"He wouldn't eat lunch and insisted on looking at Tingting's textbook. He even made sure she didn't bring her textbook to school in the afternoon. Do you think I wouldn't teach him a lesson?"

Song Xianglan gave an explanation.

Push open Yang Dashan's door.

Kind words of comfort:

"Dashan, I'm doing this all for your own good. If you don't change your ways now, how difficult will it be for you to make a living under your son and daughter-in-law in the future?"

The day before yesterday, I dreamt that I was walking ahead of you, and you, you good-for-nothing, threw yourself into the sea…

Yang Dashan thought to himself, "Dream on."

Song Xianglan died, and all he could do was set off firecrackers.

"I've never worked in my life, how can you possibly do the farm work?" Yang Dashan said with a forced smile.

Song Xianglan deliberately wiped her face.

She said in a tearful voice:

"I was too good to you before, which is why you committed suicide in my dream. I will definitely be harsher to you and put an end to your suicide attempt."

"Big Mountain, I'm doing this all for your own good, please don't die."

Yang Dashan: "..." How shameless.

Out of breath.

How could he commit suicide for the butcher?

Chen Xiuqin came over and said, "Mom, dinner is ready."

Song Xianglan smiled and said:

"Dashan, let's eat. You need to eat well so you can work in the fields. As the head of the household, you should act like one."

She told Song Tingting to go to school and gave her 50 cents of pocket money and half a pound of food coupons.

"If I get hungry on the way, I'll buy something to eat; if I get thirsty, I'll buy some orange juice..."

Song Tingting raised the military water bottle in her hand.

"I filled the water bottle that my second brother gave me with cooled boiled water."

"Did you add sugar?"

"They added two grains of saccharin. It's so sweet."

Song Tingting reached out and hugged Song Xianglan, her thin face resting against her rough cheek.

"Mom, I will definitely get into the best university and make you proud."

Song Xianglan touched her hair.

"Silly child. All I want is for you to be happy."

Yang Jianjun felt bitter inside. "Mom, please like me a little more. I'll be there to take care of you in your old age."

Song Xianglan was even more furious when she heard about the idea of ​​providing for the elderly.

She is terrified of rats and spent more than half a year with rats and cockroaches in her previous life.

He was eventually choked to death by a rat; such a cruel and inhumane way of dying has never been seen before in history.

On the road to the underworld, they were laughed at by those little devils.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he slapped Yang Jianjun across the face.

"Get the hell away from me."

"You wanted to support your daughter to continue to high school, but you only let me finish elementary school. That's so unfair."

Yang Jianjun became increasingly distressed as he thought about it:

"Mom, are you out of your mind?"

"You've never scored above single digits on your exams. You either get a zero or a 6."

Song Xianglan regrets not allowing Song Xiangdong to continue his studies back then.

This child is self-taught.

"Once I copied the test paper from the top student in the class, and ended up getting a 9."

"Even if a pig poops on an exam paper, it'll get more points than you."

"What kind of person would raise an idiot like you?"

Yang Dashan was so angry he was panting. "Jianjun is still a child, stop scolding him."

"It's all your fault for spoiling him." Song Xianglan was about to hit him again, which scared Yang Dashan so much that he ran to the kitchen.

This lunch was truly pitiful.

It's bland and watery.

It was sweet potato porridge again, plus a bowl of garlic leaf sauce and cucumber salad.

The cucumber was simply rubbed with salt.

Yang Dashan has developed a very discerning palate over the years, and he can eat meat or bone broth every two or three days.

It's always eggs, and even their seafood tastes better than other places.

Song Xianglan's family has no shortage of oil due to her work.

Seafood tastes better when cooked with oil.

"Xianglan, put away the oil bottle in the house too."

"Yes. Jianjun and his wife have had too many good days, and they don't even speak to us old folks with respect."

I'll discipline them a bit, so they don't lose face for the Yang family.

Song Xianglan sat in front of the table.

Chen Huiqin and Yang Jianjun were in charge of serving the rice.

Chen Huiqin ladled out a bowl of sweet potato porridge and was about to give it to Yang Dashan.

Upon hearing the cough, he quickly gave it to Song Xianglan.

"mom."

She pursed her lips. "Hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, go work in the fields."

"This household can't function without me managing it. You two have been keeping my salary for so many years, and this is all you have?"

She glanced at Yang Dashan.

"I don't have any secret savings."

Song Xianglan didn't say anything; she had just eaten a full meal and wasn't hungry at all.

I'm just sitting here to annoy them.

The sight of the three men with bruises all over their faces was actually quite pleasing to the eye.

Dazhuang and Erzhuang were clamoring to eat pork bones.

We also need to eat eggs.

Chen Xiuqin looked at her with difficulty, "Mom, we were wrong. But your precious grandson wants to eat meat."

Song Xianglan spat in disgust:

"None of the children in the whole brigade are as fat as those two. After they eat, they go to work in the fields."

"Grandma, I want to go to school."

"You can go back to school when you score over 10 on your exams. Just like your useless father, you always come in last place."

Song Xianglan scolded him and pushed the bowl and chopsticks away.

"Seeing a bunch of stupid pigs makes me want to take up a knife and start working."

Yang Jianjun: "..."

Dazhuang: "..."

Erzhuang scratched his head. "Dad, who's the idiot?"