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

"Eat quickly." Yang Dashan also pushed his bowl and chopsticks towards the table.

"Dad, aren't you going to eat?"

"I won't eat it."

Yang Dashan glanced at Song Xianglan, then carried his shovel out the door and stealthily approached Zhang Yujuan's house.

I saw Zhang Yujuan's son and daughter-in-law leave the house.

Only then did he quietly slip inside.

"Juan".

"Brother Dashan, what brings you here?" Zhang Yujuan, who was washing dishes, hurriedly came out with a pot scrubber. "My God. Your face is even more swollen than this morning?"

Yang Dashan felt extremely wronged.

"Juan, I'm hungry."

Zhang Yujuan's family was better off than most in the village, so she pulled him into the kitchen.

I fried four eggs for them.

I cooked a bowl of egg noodles, added clams for extra flavor, and finally drizzled a spoonful of shallot oil.

Yang Dashan wolfed down a large bowl of egg noodles.

Finally, he cautiously asked Zhang Yujuan to lend him some money, saying, "That wicked woman won't give me any. I can't come here to eat every day, so could you lend me ten yuan first?"

"So many?" Zhang Yujuan asked, looking troubled.

Five yuan is fine too.

"this……"

"Juan. Don't you like me anymore?" Yang Dashan tried to put on a charming smile, but the pain on his face distorted his features.

He grinned.

This earned him a slightly disdainful look from Zhang Yujuan.

"Brother Dashan, you go back after you finish eating. I'll go borrow two yuan for you. My husband hasn't been back for several months, and we're completely broke."

Yang Dashan knew that Zhang Yujuan was rich, and he often sent Song Xianglan's salary to her as well.

"Juan".

His gaze fell on Zhang Yujuan's lips, and a feeling of unease rose within him.

He grabbed her waist.

The large palm rubbed back and forth along the cliff face.

"No. This is the kitchen."

"Jianjun is our son. This son of yours is exactly like that old dog Wang Dahai. They say that men who go to sea call women wherever they go. Are you willing to stay with him...?"

Don't you want to? Can you endure the long night?

Juan, only I can bring you happiness, and in the future, I'll accompany you to do the things you love.

He hugged Zhang Yujuan and started kissing her.

Zhang Yujuan is not someone who is easily satisfied.

Yang Dashan was an experienced man and knew every place where she was happy.

Wandering back and forth.

She was exhausted, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were filled with charm and invitation.

The two couldn't wait to get started in the kitchen.

Wang Cong and his wife Mei Fang went to work.

My son, Rongbao, is only four years old. He went out to play with his friends. On the way, he wet his pants and was laughed at by some of them.

He ran all the way home.

I pushed the courtyard gate, but it wouldn't open.

Shout at the top of your lungs:

"grandmother."

Zhang Yujuan heard the voice, suppressing the sound in her throat. Her voice trembled slightly. "Brother Dashan, Rongbao is back."

"Ignore him."

Yang Dashan continues to work hard.

After waiting for a while, Xiao Rongbao had no choice but to run to the field to find his mother, Mei Fang.

There was no more noise outside.

Zhang Yujuan was engrossed in the conversation and wouldn't let Yang Dashan leave. She pulled him back to the table to continue...

Mei Fang returned carrying Rong Bao.

As soon as I pushed open the courtyard gate, I heard noises coming from the kitchen.

Her face flushed red to the roots of her ears.

They quickly retreated outside. Rongbao, being young and naive, asked in surprise, "Mom, why aren't you going in?"

The room calmed down for a few seconds.

And so it went...

Mei Fang carried Rong Bao to the riverbank, took off his pants, washed them clean, and laid them out to dry on the rocks.

The sound from earlier kept echoing in her mind, and she also remembered the gossip in the village that her mother-in-law dressed up in fancy clothes all day long and didn't seem like a proper person.

Mei Fang and Mei Fang once exchanged insults.

But the other person said: Your man knows a little bit.

She also asked Wang Cong, and the man's eyes reddened when he heard someone say this, and he angrily cursed Mei Fang for following others to throw dirty water on her mother.

Come back to your senses.

Mei Fang put Rong Bao on the ground. "Go play."

Rongbao would play with his bare bottom exposed; it was common for four- or five-year-old boys in the countryside to run around with their bare bottoms exposed.

She returned home again.

They hid behind the kitchen.

The battle inside reached its most exciting part, but it ended in just one minute.

Zhang Yujuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Yang Dashan, her eyes were full of joy. "Brother Dashan, you've become more and more amazing over the years."

Yang Dashan, with a shameless grin, said, "Juan, I gave you so much money before, but now I'm in a bit of trouble. Look, Jianjun..."

"alright."

Zhang Yujuan interrupted him.

He pulled a handkerchief pouch from the waistband pocket, opened it, and took out five one-yuan bills. "Here's five yuan. When Song Xianglan gets her paycheck, you have to pay me back ten yuan."

"How about I buy you some more face cream?"

"That's more like it."

Zhang Yujuan is in her forties, but she takes better care of herself than most people. If you don't look at the crow's feet around her eyes, she looks only in her thirties.

Women by the sea toil year-round, exposed to the wind and sun.

Even women in their thirties don't possess her elegance and charm. She slowly and methodically scooped water from the vat with a ladle and rinsed herself briefly.

Yang Dashan had already pulled up his pants and gone out. He walked along the path and saw Mei Fang hiding behind the kitchen.

The two were taken aback.

A sinister smile spread across Yang Dashan's face as he made a repulsive gesture towards Mei Fang. "Why are you eavesdropping, you little wife? Want to try it with your uncle?"

This was the first time Mei Fang had ever encountered such a shameless old man.

It was so scared that it ran faster than a rabbit.

My heart was still pounding when I got on the road, and my face turned as red as an eggplant.

She dared not tell anyone.

Upon seeing the familiar figure ahead, I quickly ran over to strike up a conversation:

"Aunt Song."

Song Xianglan watched Chen Xiuqin work all afternoon before remembering that she needed to go up the mountain to move Zhang Yujuan's hidden treasure to a different place.

He walked ahead, carrying a shovel and a basket on his back.

Suddenly, someone shouted, and when I turned around, I saw Mei Fang, her face and neck were red and her ears were dripping blood.

"Meifang, what's wrong?"

Mei Fang frantically touched her burning face. "Aunt Song, um... I'm fine... I just..." How could she say something like that? It was too damn embarrassing.

What if someone turns around and accuses her of eavesdropping?

Her eyes filled with tears, and she bit her lip, shaking her head. "Auntie, it's alright."

Song Xianglan had already sensed that something was wrong.

"Yang Dashan went to your house again?"

Mei Fang's mouth dropped open, and she stood there stunned. "My God! Auntie, how did you know?"

She relayed some of the gossip that some people in the brigade had been saying.

Song Xianglan wished she could slap herself twice.

There had long been rumors that in her past life, whenever she heard someone say anything about Yang Dashan, she always thought that person was trying to sow discord.

His heart was as if it were covered in cow dung, as if he were under a spell and believed that Yang Dashan was a top-notch man.

The old ladies in the intelligence squad at the village entrance all know about it.

She was unaware of it.

"Auntie, what should I do?" Mei Fang was afraid that Yang Dashan would block her way; that old man even said he wanted to play with her.

"shameless."

Mei Fang almost knelt down, "Auntie, I didn't..."

"Silly girl, I'm cursing that old scoundrel Yang Dashan."

Mei Fang didn't know what Lao Deng meant, but she felt it wasn't a nice thing to say.

"Auntie, what should I do?"

Song Xianglan came up with an idea and pulled Mei Fang aside to whisper something. After she finished speaking, she stared at the bewildered Mei Fang.

Clearly, he was terrified.

"My mother-in-law is very fierce, but my son Wang Cong is a dutiful son who always calls his mother 'Mom'."

Don't laugh at me, but on our wedding day, my mother-in-law lived in the same room as us.

She said she felt sad to see her son get married.

Feeling that his son, whom he had raised, had been taken away by another woman, Wang Cong spent a long time trying to coax her.

Finally, they set up a small bed in our room, and we lived there for about a month before moving out.

This shameless bastard is just like Yang Dashan—like latrine shit meeting a greenbottle fly.

The Wang family lived a wealthy life.

Mei Fang's parents also favored sons over daughters, so she dared not voice any objections.

Song Xianglan was best at stirring up trouble and making empty promises.

The encouraging words were spoken aloud.

The blueprint for the future was first laid out for Mei Fang, making this silly woman's eyes light up with envy. She was almost ready to call her "Mom."

"Is this okay?"

"Listen to me. When the time comes, you'll have a firm grip on the Wang family's wealth, and you'll be the one making all the decisions."