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

Song Xianglan pulled Song Xiangmei to sit down on the edge of the bed.

He held the heavy cloth bag in his hand and stuffed it into Song Xiangmei's arms.

"Big sister, go back and stand up straight. If anyone dares to challenge you, just hit them with the sole of your shoe." Song Xianglan pressed the cloth bag tightly, afraid that Song Xiangmei wouldn't accept it.

Song Xiangmei looked at her third sister with a disappointed expression.

My eyes welled up with tears.

He chuckled.

"I've never seen you so long-winded in all these years."

She reached out and touched Song Xianglan's shoulder.

His eyes revealed a kind of loving gaze.

"I still feel like you're a child, just like when you were little and kept following me around begging for candy. In the blink of an eye, we've both grown old."

Song Xianglan slapped Song Xiangmei's hand down.

"What do you mean 'old'? This is the best time of my life."

Song Xiangmei's gaze shifted downwards and landed on Song Xianglan's chest.

Suddenly a sentence popped up:

"In other words, the core components have been reduced in size."

Song Xianglan glanced down and said irritably:

"It wasn't very big to begin with."

"Actually, it's not that small," Song Xiangmei gestured, "It's not even as big as a pan-fried bun, but it's enough."

Song Xianglan's lips twitched:

"...Big sister, where did you learn that mouth of yours?"

The two burst into laughter.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Liu Dahua came in carrying a wooden bucket.

It was filled with fish and shrimp, and even a few dried abalone.

"Sister Song, take these home and eat them, don't mind them." Liu Dahua put down the basket and left without saying anything more.

Then the ugly woman arrived.

He was carrying two cans of malted milk powder, a bag of White Rabbit milk candy, and two pounds of freshly baked sponge cake.

Liu Chunhua also brought some dried goods over.

The things inside the room were piled higher and higher.

After everyone left.

Song Xianglan turned around, opened the camphor wood chest, and pulled out a heavy black cloth bag from the bottom. It contained some good stuff she had gotten for "zero yuan" from Old Tang's scrap metal recycling station.

"Big sister, let's split this 30/70, you take 30%."

Song Xianglan unfolded the cloth bag, and the golden light almost blinded Song Xiangmei.

Song Xiangmei quickly covered the cloth bag.

"Are you trying to kill me?! With so much gold, you want me to die on the way?"

"They're all yours, I don't want them."

"What are you afraid of? Who would know if it's hidden in your crotch?" Song Xianglan tried to stuff a pair of gold bracelets and a jade bracelet of excellent quality into Song Xiangmei's hands.

Song Xiangmei refused, as if her hand had been burned.

They pushed it back with all their might.

"If I take it back, it will be a disaster! You know those shrewish women in my family, if they see this thing, they'll tear the house down."

I'll just take this one gold ring; I'll sew it into my belt, as a way to save money for my funeral.

Song Xianglan looked at her cowardly appearance.

I didn't force them.

Re-wrap the remaining jewelry.

"I'll keep your things for now. Come back and get them when you've thought things through."

They also gave Song Xiangmei two new sets of clothes.

I prepared a set of cotton-padded clothes and a new pair of cotton-padded shoes for my honest and simple brother-in-law.

Finally, Song Xiangmei spent five yuan to hire a tractor to take her and the load of things back to Niejiazhuang.

……

The tractor sputtered and sputtered, belching out black smoke.

We arrived at Niejiazhuang after a bumpy ride.

In Niejiazhuang, it's rare to see even a bicycle, let alone a tractor.

The car hadn't come to a complete stop yet.

A crowd of people had gathered under the big tree at the entrance of the village.

"Hey, isn't that Old Nie's wife? Where did she go to make her fortune?"

"Goodness, did you go back to your parents' house to get relief food?"

Several naked children chased after the tractor, shouting, "Grandma Song is back on the tractor!"

The tractor stopped directly in front of Old Nie's house.

Just as Song Xiangmei climbed down from the truck bed, her youngest son, Nie Xiaochuan, rushed back from the field carrying a hoe.

He was short and thin, with dark tanned skin, but his eyes had a clever glint in them.

"Mom, why did you come back in this thing?"

Nie Xiaochuan threw down his hoe and rushed to help Song Xiangmei.

"Stop talking nonsense and move your things into my room! Hurry up!" Song Xiangmei lowered her voice, her eyes darting around warily.

Nie Xiaochuan was Song Xiangmei's son born late in life.

She is also the most filial one.

Without saying a word, he picked up the heavy snakeskin bags and rushed into the inner room.

Song Xiangmei took two meat buns out of her pocket and handed them to the tractor driver.

I thanked them.

After Nie Xiaochuan carried the last bag of things into the house, Song Xiangmei immediately locked the door to the inner room and hid the key in her inner pocket.

Song Xiangmei took out a still-warm paper package from her bosom.

There were three big meat buns inside. "Eat them quickly before you get back to work, and don't let your sister-in-law see them."

Nie Xiaochuan chuckled.

He grabbed the steamed bun and wolfed it down.

Song Xiangmei changed out of her new clothes and put on her old, patched cotton-padded jacket. She picked up a sickle and went to the vegetable garden behind the house to cut mustard greens.

She had just left.

Soon after, the daughters-in-law all came back like sharks smelling blood.

The Nie family has a large population.

Song Xiangmei gave birth to six sons and five daughters.

The fifth brother died while serving in the army, and his wife remarried and moved to the next county with their child.

The eldest and second eldest sons separated from the family.

But since they all lived in the same courtyard, the slightest disturbance would be known throughout the entire courtyard.

The fourth son's wife had a pointed mouth and monkey-like face. As soon as she entered the door, she looked towards Song Xiangmei's room and saw that there was a large iron lock on the door.

She pouted and ran to the vegetable garden in the backyard to find Song Xiangmei.

"Mom, I heard you came back by tractor? How much did that cost? Are we going to starve?" The fourth son's wife stood on the edge of the field with her hands behind her back and asked sarcastically.

Song Xiangmei's sickle didn't stop; with a "snap," she cut off a mustard green.

"What's wrong with me taking a ride that's going in the same direction? Is it illegal? When your mother came last time, she took an oxcart, why didn't you say it was expensive?"

The fourth son's wife choked for a moment.

The third son's wife also came over, her eyes darting around.

"Mom, I heard that my uncle's family brought a lot of good things?"

I can already smell the meat.

My uncle's family is the same; they don't even give us a proper share. How are we supposed to divide it among our large family?

Song Xiangmei straightened her back.

He sneered, "I gave you a thousand yuan, twenty catties of meat, a gold ring, a gold necklace, and a gold bracelet. What? You want to divide it? How do you want to divide it?"

The third son's wife and the fourth son's wife exchanged a glance.

She rolled her eyes.

Who doesn't know how poor the Song family is? How could they possibly come up with a thousand dollars?

You're kidding me!

"Mom, please stop teasing us." The eldest daughter-in-law walked over slowly at this moment.

She's already a grandmother.

"You're an elder now, so if you bring any sweets or snacks, you should think of the younger generation in your family."

Don't hide in your room and eat alone. People will laugh at you and say you're a greedy old lady.

Song Xiangmei felt as if she had swallowed a fly.

She goes back to her parents' home to get some things and locks them up, but her daughters-in-law treat her like a criminal.

"Yes, Mom."

The second son's wife, who had been silent until now, also chimed in; she was holding her grandson in her arms.

"We old folks are happy as long as we have some porridge to eat, but the children need to grow."

Song Xiangmei tightened her grip on the sickle, her mind filled with Song Xianglan's words, "If you get upset when you get back, just whip me with the sole of your shoe."

He didn't bring any shoes; all he had was a sickle.

Song Xiangmei took a deep breath, and the sickle in her hand drew a cold light in the air.

"I'm so old, I've worked myself to the bone to support you ungrateful wretches, and now I'm considered greedy for a decent meal? What are you eating? Is that shit?"

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

The daughters-in-law stared wide-eyed at Song Xiangmei as if they had seen a ghost.

Is this old woman crazy?

The more Song Xiangmei cursed, the more fluent she became, as all the anger she had been holding in for the past few days finally surged up.

"You're all like maggots in a cesspool! You swarm at the slightest sound! You pounce on me like mad dogs at the slightest smell of meat."

Eldest daughter-in-law: "Mom! What are you saying?"

Aren't you embarrassed in front of your grandchildren?

"We bore children for the Nie family; even if we haven't done anything meritorious, we've still put in the hard work. How can you treat us like this?"

Song Xiangmei pointed at her eldest daughter-in-law's nose and scolded:

"Did I beg you to give birth to her?"

Either don't have children, or if you do, don't raise them and just throw them out to feed the wolves.

I've poured my heart and soul into taking care of your children, washing diapers, and cooking for you. How do you animals talk about me behind my back?

They say I'm an old codger.

Shameless bastard, all he does at his age is exploit the elderly.

"You weren't my children. If you want to plunder, go back to your parents' home and plunder there."

"Mom! That's really hurtful!"

The second son's wife screamed, "Our child doesn't have our surname; he's from your Nie family!"

Song Xiangmei gave a cold laugh.

Spit flew everywhere.

"Open your two hole-like eyes and look! The children you have don't even have my surname."

Whoever's surname they have, ask them for it.

"If all else fails, just change the child's surname to yours now, and I'll save myself the trouble of dealing with these little bastards."

At this time.

Boss Nie walked in from outside with his hands behind his back.

He's fifty years old.

Looking at the chaotic scene in the yard, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Boss Nie looked around.

"mom."

Old Master Nie's tone was somewhat impatient, "How old are you? Why are you arguing with the younger generation?"

It's just that my uncle brought some things for us.

Why don't you just take it out and share it with everyone? Why do you have to hide it away? You want to keep everyone's things for yourself.

Song Xiangmei looked at her eldest son in disbelief.

Boss Nie looked completely at ease.

"Don't keep thinking about subsidizing Xiao Chuan. Xiao Chuan is young and strong, he won't starve."

You're so biased, no wonder the fight was about you.

Open the door quickly, distribute the things, and as an elder, you should treat everyone equally.

Song Xiangmei looked at her eldest son's mouth, which was opening and closing.

I felt ice cold all over.

This is her eldest son, whom she is counting on to support her in her old age.

It turns out that in his eyes, she, as his mother, had always been biased towards Nie Xiaochuan.

"Nie Daqiang!" Song Xiangmei shouted back.

"You're the worst of them all. You always want to eat and drink and take advantage of others. You're the biggest black sheep in the family."

You're so selfish that even dogs would turn away when they see you; you married a troublemaker.

They gave birth to several ungrateful children, and now they still favor Xiao Chuan the most.

They'll give you education, help you find a wife, raise your children, and even take care of your grandchildren.

I'd rather have a dog than raise you. I should have thrown you into a cesspool when you were born; no, you'd only ruin the crops if you went into a cesspool.