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

The hard slam that Song Xiangmei was thrown to the ground seemed to unleash all the pent-up frustration she had been holding in.

She ignored the pain in her shoulder.

Get up from the ground.

She gripped Yu Dawang's collar tightly with both hands.

His eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

His face, as white as withered tree bark, was frighteningly pale.

"How could you lie to me? We made a deal back then, and I accepted the bride price. How could you try to have your cake and eat it too? She's Xiao Chuan's wife." Song Xiangmei's voice was hoarse like sandpaper as she shook Yu Dawang desperately.

Yu Dawang had just been beaten up by Song Xianglan.

It's simmering with anger.

They even dared to lay a hand on this honest and simple-minded Sister Song.

Suddenly, evil thoughts arose in my heart.

"Get out of here! Who told you that? It doesn't count if you don't pay." Yu Dawang swung his arm violently with all his might.

Song Xiangmei was already unsteady on her feet.

He staggered backward a few steps and landed hard on his bottom.

My tailbone hurts terribly from the impact.

He couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

"Big sister!"

A furious roar exploded from the doorway.

As soon as Song entered the door, he saw this scene, and his eyes widened in surprise.

He hadn't fought anyone for many years and usually looked like a smiling old farmer, but he was, after all, the eldest son of the Song family. When he saw his eldest sister being thrown to the ground like a rag doll, his bloodlust instantly surged to his head.

He took a few steps over.

A slap followed by the sound of wind.

"Snapped!"

This slap was even harder than the ones Song Xianglan had just given her.

The slap nearly knocked out Yu Dawang's back teeth.

"Do you think the Song family has no one to rely on? How dare they lay a hand on my eldest sister!"

Old Song roared like thunder.

If he couldn't steady himself, he would slap him again with his backhand.

Yu Dawang was stunned by the beating.

I was just about to retaliate.

Song Xianglan grabbed his collar and slammed her knee into Yu Dawang's stomach.

"Uh—" Yu Dawang's eyes bulged out, and his body arched like a shrimp.

Old Song then pinned him to the ground.

Fists rained down on him.

"Don't even think about getting married without a dowry of five hundred yuan! And don't even think about taking back the things you gave my family if you want to call off the engagement!" Yu Dawang shouted, protecting his head as he continued to argue, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Someone's been killed! Someone's been murdered!"

Song Xianglan stood to one side.

He stared coldly at the dead dog on the ground.

"Big brother, hit him hard! Don't hold back!"

Song Xianglan's voice had a hint of ruthlessness.

"Consider those things as advance payment for his medical expenses, which has caused him to run out of money in his medical insurance balance."

The villagers watching the commotion inside didn't understand what "medical insurance" meant, but they did understand "medical expenses" and "overdue payments," and they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"That third daughter of the Song family has a really sharp tongue!"

"Serves her right! This kind of scum who sells her daughter deserves to be beaten to death!"

The two relatives that Yu Dawang brought along noticed something was wrong.

They wanted to rush up and help.

"Let's see who dares to make a move."

The Song family cousins ​​stood in the middle, each one tall and strong, carrying a bench and a broom they had grabbed along the way.

This is Songjiazhuang, who dares to cause trouble here?

The two men hadn't even reached them yet.

He was pushed back by several burly young men who were watching the commotion.

He was even kicked twice in the chaos.

In the corner, Yu Dawang's wife saw her husband being beaten and howling, and screamed as she tried to pounce on Song Laoda.

"Don't hit the boss! I'll fight you to the death!"

Song Xianglan was quick-witted and nimble-fingered.

He grabbed her hair and shoved her onto the nearby octagonal table.

"What are you going to fight with? Your black-hearted daughter who sold you?" Song Xianglan had a strong grip, pressing the woman's face against the table, deforming her and rendering her completely immobile.

"Why didn't you fight back when your man hit my older sister? Now you know how to feel sorry for her?"

Song Xianglan raised her hand and slapped her buttocks hard twice.

"You better behave yourself!"

The room was in complete chaos.

Only the sound of the Song siblings hitting someone was exceptionally loud.

"Stop it, all of you! If you keep fighting, someone will die!" Second Uncle sat on his chair, banging his pipe so loudly that his beard trembled.

What if someone really gets beaten to death in his house?

This marriage is considered unlucky, to say the least.

They'll have to face a lawsuit.

Upon hearing this, Song Xianglan released her grip and pushed the woman aside.

Boss Song also withdrew his fist.

Finally, still not satisfied, he kicked Yu Dawang again.

"What are you so arrogant about? Do you really think I'm afraid of a coward like you who crawled out of a gutter?"

Yu Dawang collapsed to the ground.

His face was bruised and swollen, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

This time, she had no temper left and just whimpered in pain.

Song Xianglan walked over.

He stepped on Yu Dawang's calf, causing him to scream in pain again.

"Listen up, Yu Dawang."

Song Xianglan pointed down at him, saying, "Everything my eldest sister sent, even a single thread, has to be returned to me. And today you injured my eldest sister, you must pay compensation. Fifty yuan, not a penny less, as compensation for emotional distress!"

Yu Dawang's face was swollen on one side.

He mumbled indistinctly.

"You injured me too...you have to pay my medical expenses..."

"Pay your mother's ass!"

Song Xianglan raised her eyebrows and gestured as if to strike again.

Yu Dawang shrank back in fright.

They dared not utter another word.

Song Xianglan bent down and reached directly into Yu Dawang's inner pocket.

"What are you doing! This is robbery!"

Yu Dawang wanted to cover his pockets.

"This is our money back!" Song Xianglan slapped his dirty hand away and pulled out a handful of ten-yuan notes and change.

She didn't even count them.

I drew a large ten-yuan note from the pile.

He turned around, walked up to his second uncle, and put the money on the table.

"Second Uncle, Second Aunt, I'm so sorry. We acted impulsively today and disturbed your peace. This ten yuan is to compensate for the broken teacup and the dirty floor." Song Xianglan's tone was sincere, completely different from her behavior when she hit people earlier.

Uncle Er looked at the ten yuan on the table.

My eyelid twitched.

These days, ten yuan is a large sum of money, and that's where it comes from...

"This...this won't do..." The second uncle wanted to refuse, but the money was too hot to handle.

"It's from me, so what's wrong with it?"

Song Xianglan pressed down on her second uncle's hand, "One thing at a time, please don't complain about the amount."

Then she counted out five more ten-yuan bills.

Without a word, he stuffed it into Song Xiangmei's pocket, who was still in a daze.

"Big sister, this is the compensation Yu Dawang is giving you for your medical expenses and what you call emotional distress."

Song Xiangmei was so frightened that she waved her hands, trying to take out the money:

"Third sister, I can't take this money... I... I just want to find a wife for Xiaochuan..."

She was still filled with that feeling of despair from before.

My son is unmarried.

She's a useless mother.

Song Xianglan grabbed her older sister's hand and forced the money back into her hands.

"Big sister! This money is what you earned by getting beaten up, you have to take it! As for Xiao Chuan's marriage, don't worry about it, leave it to me!"

In her past life, she met Nie Xiaochuan when she was down on her luck.

That child, however, was living a good life.

They even took her home for a few days, bought her new clothes, and gave her a red envelope before she left, saying that seeing her reminded them of their deceased mother.

They said Mom passed away before she could enjoy her life.

Such a good child.

How could I marry a girl from such a rotten family as the Yu family?

"Big sister, with me, your uncle, around, how could Xiao Chuan possibly stay single?"

Old Song walked over and took Song Xiangmei's arm, his voice booming:

"Xiao Chuan is a good-looking kid, and he's finished junior high school. He's a promising young man. Without the Yu family's butcher shop, will we still be able to eat pork with hair on? I'll personally arrange it for him from now on!"

Song Xiangmei looked at her younger brother and third sister's determined eyes.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she finally nodded and clutched the money tightly.

Song Xianglan returned the remaining money to Yu Dawang.

Yu Dawang, who was on the ground, saw the money being divided up.

My heart aches so much.

But seeing the menacing Songjiazhuang people around them, they didn't dare utter a single word.

The second uncle told them to leave.

Yu Dawang and his family felt as if they had been granted a pardon and scrambled out of the house.

Er Ya rode off with the bicycle, and they could only squeeze onto the back of their brother's bicycle, swaying precariously as they fled Songjiazhuang in disgrace.

The house is finally quiet.

Song Xianglan straightened her clothes.

He turned to his second aunt again, his face showing apology:

"Second Aunt, I'm so sorry."

But the second aunt waved her hand.

Instead, he sighed:

"Third girl, I should thank you. If it weren't for what happened today, my Xiaowu would have married such a troublemaker. If they really became in-laws, how could they possibly live together?"

talking.

Second Aunt glared fiercely at her daughter-in-law, who was cowering to the side:

"You're such a brainless fool! You've spoiled Xiao Wu rotten, letting the matchmaker bring someone here without even checking the facts! How could a girl from that kind of family be any good?"

Song Xiaowu's mother lowered her head.

His face flushed red, and he dared not utter a sound.

She also regretted it; who knew that Er Ya, who seemed so honest and simple, had such a father behind her?

"Where is Er Ya? Where did she go?" Second Aunt asked.

……

The cold wind howled on the main road at the village entrance.

Song Xiaowu was riding his family's bicycle.

After rushing as fast as I could, I finally caught up with that thin figure under a banyan tree.

Yu Erya was not riding very fast.

She was trembling all over, whether from the cold or from fear, it was hard to tell.

"Er Ya!" Song Xiaowu shouted, gripping the brakes.

Yu Erya stopped the car, touched the ground with her toes, and didn't turn around.

Song Xiaowu walked over.

His gaze involuntarily fell on the dark, wet stain on her chest.

Her face flushed red.

Quickly look away.

"If you didn't want to find someone, why were you so nice to me at the market that day?"

Song Xiaowu was stubborn, and this problem was bothering him.

I went to the market that day.

His bike chain came off, and he got oil all over his hands.

Er Ya handed him a handkerchief.

She even smiled at him.

That smile stole his soul.

Yu Erya slowly turned her head, her eyes red-rimmed, her sallow face looking particularly pitiful in the wind.

She sneered inwardly.

Why are all men so confident?

That day, even if it were an old beggar, she would have offered him a handkerchief. It was her habitual way of showing kindness, to leave herself a way out in any possible situation.

"It's none of your business."

Yu Erya's voice was weak and her eyes were lowered, "I just wanted to do something good... to accumulate good karma for the child's father so that he can be reincarnated sooner."

These words were spoken.

The absurd thrill in Song Xiaowu's heart deepened.

This woman has a hard life, but she is kind-hearted and values ​​relationships.

"My in-laws are willing to let me remarry..."

Yu Erya raised her head, her lifeless eyes fixed on Song Xiaowu, tears welling up in her eyes. "But... I want to take care of my son for a few more months, even if it's until he's weaned..."

Song Xiaowu looked at her swaying and unsteady appearance.

The last bit of resentment in my heart disappeared.

He didn't mind that she had given birth; in fact, he found her maternal love heartbreaking.

He fumbled in his pocket for a long time.

He took out two crumpled one-yuan bills and stuffed them into Er Ya's hand.

"This is all I have. You...you can take it back and buy some food for the child."

Done.

Song Xiaowu seemed afraid he would regret it, so he turned around and got into the car.

It pedaled away very quickly.

Yu Erya stood still.

The two yuan I held in my hand quickly lost their warmth in the wind.

She watched Song Xiaowu's departing figure.

The broken vulnerability on her face vanished instantly, and a smile slowly crept onto her lips.

Two yuan is still money.

This man is soft-hearted and easily fooled.

If she really married someone like that, no matter how much trouble his father caused, she could keep him under control.

That way, we can take care of the children in front.

It can also keep the vampires on her mother's side in check.

Yu Erya put the money into her inner pocket.

Only then did he get on his bike and ride back against the wind.

We still have to live this life by carefully planning our finances.