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

The standoff in the courtyard has ended.

But this dark cloud still hangs over the Nie family.

The eldest brother and his brothers hid in the west room, their faces all looking grim.

My uncle's family is notoriously protective of their own.

If we really attract the people from Songjiazhuang this time, things won't end well.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

The fourth son's wife spat on the ground, "They can't possibly eat us, can they?"

Who is to blame in this whole mess?

It's not Lai Xiaochuan.

If he calms down and stops making a fuss about getting married...

"Mom can go crazy? Our house can be in chaos?"

Old Master Nie puffed on his pipe.

The face appeared even more somber in the swirling smoke.

"The fourth brother's wife is right. Xiao Chuan is a menace."

Who doesn't have a family to support?

He took the benefits from his uncle but didn't think about paving the way for his nephew; instead, he insisted on getting married himself.

"Don't you even look at your age? You're almost thirty, and you have no shame at all, yet you want to get married?"

The second son's wife also had a face full of resentment and malice.

"If he really cared about the family, he should have remained a bachelor. Wouldn't his nephews have smashed pots and given him a proper funeral? Why did he have to squander his money on an outsider?"

"That means your crotch is itchy."

The eldest daughter-in-law pouted and said:

"I saw that Xiao Chuan's crotch was on fire and he couldn't hold it in anymore."

My mind is filled with those dirty thoughts every day.

If you want a woman, go to the back hill and rub against a tree bark.

If all else fails, find a tree with a hole in it.

He insists on squandering the family's money; he's not acting like a proper uncle. This man nearing thirty is shamelessly trying to steal his nephew's money and money for his wedding.

That's an extremely harsh statement.

But the few people in the room nodded in agreement.

In their view, sacrificing Nie Xiaochuan would bring happiness to the whole family.

This is a matter of course.

Nie Xiaochuan is now unwilling to sacrifice himself.

To take away what belongs to them is outrageous and makes them sinners for the whole family.

"When the Song family comes tomorrow, we'll stick to the story that Mom was driven crazy by Xiao Chuan."

The third son's wife rolled her eyes.

Lower your voice.

"Mom bites anyone she sees now, and that's the proof."

For example, Xiao Chuan drove his mother to the brink of madness by pressuring her for money to get married.

I refuse to believe that my uncles would still protect a beast who drove his own mother insane. Can't they speak up for the majority of us?

The group exchanged glances.

They both saw scheming and ruthlessness in each other's eyes.

As dusk fell.

Smoke rises from the chimney.

Nie Dahua completely ignored those people.

They took over the kitchen with their daughter-in-law.

Cut the pork into large chunks.

The fat was at least two fingers thick. When it was thrown into the pot, it sizzled, and the aroma of oil instantly filled the entire yard.

Stewed with cabbage, it's so delicious it makes your mouth water.

Nie Dahua also mixed wheat flour and made a whole pot of unleavened flatbread.

Cook a big pot of sweet potato rice.

I also boiled the shrimp that Song Xiangmei brought, and cooked the fish with some soy sauce.

These days.

Who would be willing to eat like this?

The aroma seeped into the rooms through the cracks in the doors and windows, making the children cry loudly, clamoring for meat.

Old Nie couldn't stand the smell.

Carrying a bowl, I was about to go to the kitchen when I was stopped by a shovel at the door.

Zhuang Dachao stood blocking the doorway like an iron tower.

Weighing the shovel in his hand:

"Third Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Da Chao, we're all family, it's almost dinnertime..." Old Nie's eyes kept glancing at the pot.

Zhuang Dachao didn't give him any face at all.

"My mom said that this meal was made for my grandparents and also for us."

What does this have to do with you? Want some? Go back inside and eat your own nonsense.

Nie Laosan wanted to say something more.

Zhuang Erchao rubbed an axe on the whetstone next to him a couple of times, and the "sizzling" sound was enough to make anyone's scalp tingle.

Old Nie shrank back and slunk away.

In Song Xiangmei's room.

Move the five-drawer table to the bedside.

The braised pork belly was glistening with oil, the seafood was fresh and bright, the rice was dazzlingly white, and the flatbread was golden brown.

Nie Dahua served the elderly couple a full bowl of white rice each.

It was topped with a thick layer of meat broth and several large, trembling pieces of fatty meat.

Old Nie picked up the bowl, his hand trembling slightly.

He had never eaten such a good meal in his entire life.

He glanced at Song Xiangmei, whose face looked somewhat frightening, but whose spirits were better than before.

"Eat it while it's hot," Nie Dahua urged, her eyes red.

Old Nie picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

Fragrant.

Really fragrant.

The fragrance brought tears to his eyes instantly.

"Xiangmei..." Old Man Nie's voice was hoarse, "You've suffered so much following me in this life."

Song Xiangmei looked at the bowl of meat.

The chopsticks hadn't been touched; the sound was soft but firm.

"Old man, stop with the empty talk. I'm telling you this now: this family must be divided."

"I'll live with Xiaochuan from now on. If you can't bear to leave your eldest son and grandson, you can go with them. I won't stop you."

Old Man Nie used to be confused, always thinking that his eldest son would be the pillar of the family in the future.

Grandchildren are the root of the family.

But the way his sons and daughters-in-law looked at him and his wife today wasn't like they were looking at their parents; it was like they were looking at a piece of meat waiting to be slaughtered.

Because of his stutter.

For a little money, they'd even hit their own mother and use a knife.

This is not the root.

This is a deadly ghost!

Old Man Nie: "What nonsense are you talking about? We're husband and wife, we'll be buried in the same grave even if we die. Wherever you are, I'll be there."

He picked up the bowl again.

He shoveled rice into his mouth, shouting, "We'll split it! We'll split it tomorrow! Nobody can stop us!"

After the meal, the table was cleared away.

With a bit of strength, Song Xiangmei recounted what had happened in Songjiazhuang to Nie Dahua.

Speaking of Yu Dawang, that beast, how he bullies people.

Speaking of how Song Xianglan helped him get fifty yuan.

Nie Dahua was furious when she heard this, and rolled up her sleeves, ready to rush out.

"That bastard from the Yu family dares to bully people like this? I'm taking Da Chao and Er Chao to smash his house to pieces right now!"

Song Xiangmei grabbed her daughter's arm.

"We'll talk about this later. Let's get this under control first. Your third aunt and your eldest uncle are coming tomorrow, so we need to get this done properly."

Song Xiangmei took out several packs of cigarettes.

He grabbed two more handfuls of White Rabbit milk candies and stuffed them into Old Man Nie's arms.

"Old man, don't just sit around. Take Da Chao and go to the Party Secretary's house, the Brigade Leader's house, and the Accountant's house. Also, go and tell Grandpa Jiu."

Grandpa Jiu is the most senior person in the village. Although he is about the same age as Old Man Nie, his word is law in the village.

Not to mention he also has a son who transferred to civilian work and has some connections in the county.

Old Nie tucked the cigarette into his pocket, his eyes darkening.

"I know what to say. Don't worry."

That night.

The Nie family compound was eerily quiet.

The next morning.

The sun had just risen above the treetops.

The sound of a tractor "putt-putt-putt" could be heard from the dirt road at the entrance of the village.

In the Nie family courtyard.

The third and fourth brothers were squatting by the wall picking their teeth when they heard the noise and suddenly stood up.

"They're here!"

His face showed a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

I was nervous because I was afraid of getting beaten up, but excited because I could finally tell on someone.

"Quick! Go greet them!"

The tractor drove directly to the open space in front of the Nie family's house, turned off the engine, and emitted a plume of black smoke.

Several people jumped down.

Song Xianglan led the way, dressed in a smart dark blue jacket, her hair neatly combed. Behind her followed her eldest brother, second brother, third brother and his wife, and fourth brother.

Even the younger generation, Song Nan and Song Bei, have come; they all look formidable.

This is quite a spectacle.

The villagers who were watching the commotion were all startled.

Before Boss Nie could even speak, his wife had already charged forward like a cannonball.

"Uncle, Aunt, you're finally here! We're being driven to our deaths!"

The eldest son's wife slapped her thigh and started wailing.

Tears can come suddenly.

"You have to stand up for us! Xiao Chuan has gone mad!"

He drove his own mother crazy trying to force his family to give him money to get married!

She pointed into the yard while crying.

"Go in and see for yourselves. Mom is now ruthless; she'll chop anyone she sees and doesn't recognize her own family."

I can't live like this anymore.

What kind of uncle is so heartless as to starve his nephew and niece to death just for his own private matters?

They're driving their own parents to the brink of despair.

"My life is so hard. I'm stuck with such a beastly brother-in-law. My mother's life is also so hard. How could she have raised such an ungrateful wretch?"

The eldest son's wife cried with dramatic ups and downs.

She excels in both singing and songwriting.

If you don't know the inside story.

I was really fooled by her pitiful appearance.

Song Xianglan looked down at the woman throwing a tantrum at her feet, her eyes as cold as ice shards in the dead of winter.

My older sister's words from a couple of days ago are still ringing in my ears.

Looking at the woman in front of her, spewing nonsense and distorting the truth, Song Xianglan felt a surge of murderous intent rising within her.

Driven crazy?

Who drove whom crazy?

Song Xianglan didn't speak, but slowly rolled up her sleeves.