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

Upon hearing her sister-in-law's words, Song Xianglan's face instantly darkened.

It turns out that Yu Dawang is profiting from both sides.

While keeping the eldest sister's family on their side, they sold their third daughter for a high price.

A dowry of 400 yuan, plus three turns and one sound.

This is the first of its kind in the surrounding area.

No wonder that cripple was able to steal the prize.

"This isn't marrying off a daughter; it's cheating both sides out of money. No, the cripple got a wife, but the eldest sister's family got nothing."

Song Xianglan sneered, stood up, and dusted off her trousers. "Sister-in-law, it's been a long time since I've been to Second Uncle's house. Since we've run into each other, we should at least go and say hello."

When Sister-in-law Song saw Song Xianglan's posture, she immediately understood.

I knew something bad was going to happen.

She quickly pulled Song Qiang's wife aside:

"Quickly, stick with your two aunts, don't let them get taken advantage of over there. Keep an eye on your hot-tempered third aunt."

Song Qiang's wife wiped her hands.

He let out a soft "hey" and followed.

Song Xianglan cut a pound of pork belly directly from the pork she brought and swung it around in her hand.

These days, visiting relatives without bringing anything is considered a slap in the face.

When we arrived at Uncle Erda's house, it was as lively as a theatrical performance.

The main room was filled with smoke.

It's very pungent.

Sitting in the middle was a dark-skinned, thin middle-aged man with high cheekbones and triangular eyes, wearing a slightly worn work uniform with the buttons fastened incorrectly.

Yu Dawang was boasting to his second uncle with spittle flying everywhere:

"This second daughter of ours is destined to have sons. If her first wife hadn't been killed in the bombing, she might have given birth to several more boys. With that kind of constitution, she'll demand a high dowry anywhere."

A submissive woman sat next to me.

It was Yu Erya.

She kept her head down, her hands tightly twisting the hem of her clothes.

He didn't utter a sound.

Second Aunt gave Er Ya a critical look: "It's good to have a son, but the reputation of being a 'husband-killer'... isn't very nice."

Her eyes lit up. "Could the bride price be reduced a little more?"

"That's not possible."

Yu Dawang slapped his thigh loudly.

"This is a face that brings good fortune to her husband. The one before was an accident. My bad luck has nothing to do with my second daughter."

"If it weren't for the fact that your eldest son is familiar with my older brother, would your family have gotten this good opportunity?"

The haggling between the two sides didn't resemble a marriage proposal; it was more like weighing pork by the pound at a livestock market.

Er Ya couldn't stand the stuffy atmosphere in the room.

He got up and silently walked out.

Song Xianglan stood at the door, coldly watching this scene.

The eldest sister, Song Xiangmei, couldn't hold back any longer.

He rushed into the house, pointed at Yu Dawang, and asked:

"In-laws, since we're all here, let's get this straight. How do we settle things regarding my Xiaochuan and Sanya's relationship?"

Yu Dawang was taken aback.

Clearly, they hadn't expected to run into Song Xiangmei here.

His eyes darted around, and the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a roguish expression.

"Oh, isn't this Sister Song?"

Yu Dawang crossed his legs.

Shaking his leg.

"How do you calculate it? How else can you calculate it? My Sanya has found a good family for her, Old Li from the next village. Although he has difficulty walking, he is sincere."

Song Xiangmei was so angry that she trembled all over:

"Our two families had already reached an agreement; the engagement would be at the beginning of next month. You've already arranged another engagement but aren't backing out. Are you trying to pocket our dowry? Do you think the Nie family is so easily fooled?"

Everyone inside the room was startled.

Even the second aunt had second thoughts.

She was never happy that her grandson would marry into such a family.

But Xiao Wu just happened to crawl inside.

"That was just talk, was it written down in black and white?" Yu Dawang sneered, glancing sideways at Song Xiangmei. "It's all your fault as parents for being incompetent."

What's the use of your Nie Xiaochuan if he's all looks?

They're dirt poor. If my daughter marries into that family, will she starve?

Old Li gave four hundred, how much could you give?

"you……"

Song Xiangmei had been honest her whole life, and had never seen such a ruthless person before. She was speechless for a moment.

"If you can come up with five hundred yuan, I'll give this girl to your family." Yu Dawang shamelessly spread his hands. "It's a bidding war; whoever has more money goes with her, that's the rule."

The people in the room fell silent.

Watching this farce unfold.

Second Aunt was relieved that this had happened, as her grandson was definitely not going to marry into the Yu family.

"Screw your rules!"

A loud shout rang out at the doorway.

Song Xianglan slammed the fatty pork in her hand onto the table with a "smack," and the greasy piece of pork landed right on Yu Dawang's teacup, splattering oil all over his face.

"Did you sprain your ankle, strain your back, or bump your head on a gold mine? Are you so greedy for money that you've gone crazy?" Song Xianglan strode in and pointed at Yu Dawang's nose, cursing him.

"You're still raising the price? Do you think this is an auction house selling antiques? I think you're asking for trouble!"

Yu Dawang wiped the oil off his face.

stunned.

Before he could react...

Song Xianglan swung her arm and delivered a crisp "smack" to his left cheek.

"This slap is to slap you for being shameless!"

He slapped her again with his backhand, "smack."

"This slap is to teach you a lesson for your shamelessness."

"You're full of wicked schemes, treating your daughter like a cash cow. Aren't you afraid of getting your comeuppance in the middle of the night?" After slapping her twice, Song Xianglan's palms stung, but she felt much better.

Yu Dawang is like a local tyrant at home.

Who would dare to raise their voice at him, his wife or daughter?

Now, being humiliated in front of so many people by an old woman, my anger flared up instantly.

"You old shrew, you dare hit me? I'll kill you!" Yu Dawang roared, stood up, and swung his fist at Song Xianglan's face.

Brother Song had just come in after using the outhouse.

Judging from this situation...

He hurriedly called out, "Third Sister!"

Song Xianglan hasn't moved yet.

The older sister, Song Xiangmei, suddenly mustered up some courage and lunged forward, trying to grab Yu Dawang's hand.

"Don't hit my sister!"

Yu Dawang was furious.

Someone lunged at them.

The fist swerved and landed squarely on Song Xiangmei's shoulder with a dull thud.

Song Xiangmei screamed in agony.

My body felt like a kite with a broken string; I crashed into the door frame behind me, then slid to the ground, gasping for breath in pain.

"Big sister!" Song Xianglan's eyes instantly reddened.

In her past life, my older sister suffered a lifetime of mistreatment; how could she be allowed to be hit in front of her in this life?

"I'll take your life."

Song Xianglan didn't care about any tricks anymore; since they had already torn off all pretense of civility, she would go all out to destroy them.

Instead of retreating, she advanced and raised a foot.

He kicked Yu Dawang hard right in the crotch.

That kick was fast, accurate, and ruthless.

"Awooo—!"

Yu Dawang's screams instantly changed tone, sounding like a rooster being choked.

His eyes rolled back, and his face turned a deep purplish-red.

He covered his genitals with both hands.

He knelt down on the ground, shrinking into a large shrimp.

Song Xianglan didn't stop at all.

He grabbed the teacup from the table and smashed it down on the back of Yu Dawang's head.

With a "splash," tea mixed with tea leaves flowed down Yu Dawang's neck.

"Hit a woman? You cowardly wimp. Today I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your ancestors." Song Xianglan slapped him across the face repeatedly, as if she didn't care how much she spent.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

This Song the butcher really looks like he did when he was young.

Yu Dawang's wife, who had been huddled in the corner, screamed and rushed over when she saw her husband being beaten: "You're a woman, how dare you hit a man?"

She bared her teeth and claws, trying to grab Song Xianglan's hair.

Without turning her head, Song Xianglan sensed something was wrong behind her, so she suddenly ducked and bumped backward.

This was a perfect headbutt, the back of his head slamming solidly into the bridge of Da Wang's wife's nose.

A soft "click" sounded.

Yu Dawang's wife covered her nose and squatted down, blood gushing out from between her fingers, tears and snot streaming down her face from the pain.

"I'm a woman, why can't I hit a man?"

Song Xianglan stood up and straightened her disheveled collar.

Looking down at the man and woman on the ground, he said, "I'll even beat your ancestors."

What era are we living in? Why are we still clinging to feudal remnants?

Are men the heavens?

Bah! If you push me too far, I'll tear a hole in the sky for you!

Boss Song came in and shielded Song Xianglan behind him.

They were afraid that the rest of the Yu family would retaliate.

But seeing the couple groaning on the ground, no one dared to move.

Outside the courtyard.

Hearing the wailing and howling from inside the house, Yu Erya shuddered but didn't go in to help.

A hint of relief shone through her lifeless eyes.

This blind date has fallen through.

As long as I don't get married.

She can still stay at her husband's family home.

Just then, a cold wind blew by.

Yu Erya shrugged, her clothes soaked through.

Tears streamed down her face as she cried.

Song Qiang's wife followed him in and witnessed this scene.

As a fellow mother, I understood it immediately.

Without a word, she took off her own cotton-padded coat and draped it over Er Ya, whispering, "Little sister, are you alright? Why don't you come and squeeze into the room?"

Yu Erya raised her head, her sallow face streaked with tears:

"Sister, I miss my child... I want to go back."

"My in-laws treat me very well, and they agree that I can find someone else, but they asked me to take care of my second child until he is one year old, or even until he is weaned before I leave..."

Yu Erya choked up.

He kept his voice very low, as if afraid of being heard by his father inside the house.

Song Qiang's wife sighed. What kind of terrible karma is this?

Song Xiaowu, the grandson of the second uncle, was also standing to the side. He heard everything clearly, and his face turned pale and then red.

Sudden.

Yu Erya seemed to have made up her mind.

She shoved Song Qiang's wife aside and rushed toward a bicycle parked by the courtyard wall—the one Yu Dawang had ridden there.

She hopped on without a second thought, kicked off the pedals, and sped off.

"Hey, you..." Song Qiang's wife was about to shout.

Yu Erya didn't turn around, but pedaled the bike with all her might, like a bird escaping from its cage.

They rushed into the cold wind like madmen.

Watching the hasty departure of that figure, and listening to the sounds of cursing and fighting that filled the room, Song Xiaowu suddenly felt utterly absurd.

He gave a wry smile, turned around, and walked out of the courtyard.