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

Song Xianglan walked a few steps to Nie Laoda's wife.

He bent down and grabbed her elbow.

He was so strong it felt like he could crush bones.

"Get up. How old are you to still be lying on the ground throwing a tantrum? Aren't you afraid of losing face?"

Old Master Nie's wife was in the middle of a good cry when she was suddenly pulled, and her wailing stopped abruptly in her throat.

She thought that the Song family idiots had been fooled by her singing, recitation, and acting.

They're outsiders after all; they still have to save face.

As long as the Song family still has any sense of shame.

Xiao Chuan will remain a bachelor for the rest of his life.

As she was about to stand up, she muttered a few words of nonsense about her mother-in-law being mentally ill.

"Snapped!"

Nie Laoda's wife was beaten.

My face is burning with pain.

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Before she could react, Song Xianglan slapped her twice more.

It broke her lip, and blood trickled down her chin.

"you……"

Old Master Nie's wife: "Why did you hit me?"

"You're here to help that old hag."

Song Xianglan shook her wrist.

"You won't do anything that involves people, but you'll do anything that involves dogs."

Before Nie Laoda's wife could react...

Song Xianglan slapped him twice more, once with her left hand and once with her right.

"I told you to open your mouth and spew filth, but did you have a hole in your mouth or did you open the floodgates?"

If you can't speak properly, go sit at the same table as the dogs.

"Whose latrine wasn't properly covered? That's why you, you maggot, got out!"

Nie Laoda's wife was stunned by the beating.

He started cursing as soon as he opened his mouth:

"Your Song family is biased and helps the old lady harm us."

Song Xianglan didn't give her a chance at all, and raised her hand to slap that liver-colored face hard again.

"Looking like a piece of pork belly up close and a pig from afar, you dare to hit your mother-in-law? I think you were born a cucumber—blunt to be slapped! And later you'll be a walnut—blunt to be hammered!"

Done.

Song Xianglan kicked the shrew who only knew how to wail aside.

He turned around and headed straight for Nie Lao Er's wife.

Nie Lao Er's wife kicked Nie Da Hua and tried to run away.

Song Xianglan went up and grabbed her greasy hair, pulling it down hard.

Nie Lao Er's wife screamed in pain.

My scalp felt like it was being ripped off.

"Let go!"

Nie Lao Er's wife grabbed wildly with both hands, her fingernails scratching at Song Xianglan's face.

"Are you out of your mind? Our Nie family's affairs are none of your business. Go back to where you came from."

Song Xianglan didn't even try to avoid it.

With his other hand, he slapped her mean face several more times.

"With a plague-ridden pig's head on your neck, even a zombie would run away if it opened the lid and spat at you, and a dung beetle would jump onto your forehead just because it smelled it."

After cursing.

Song Xianglan scratched the back of Nie Lao Er's hand hard.

Two bloody streaks appeared.

"You're more despicable than oil in a pan. You beat up old people, rob them, aren't you afraid a ghost will knock on your door in the middle of the night and rip your tongue out?"

The courtyard instantly descended into chaos.

Nie Dahua was originally worried that her third aunt would suffer a loss.

Judging from this situation...

Auntie is back in triumph!

Her temper flared instantly, and she rolled up her sleeves to her armpits.

He shouted at his two daughters-in-law:

"What are you all standing there for? Slaughter these bastards to death!"

Zhuang Dachao and Zhuang Erchao had been holding back for a long time.

Hearing his own mother speak.

He pounced on it.

The Song brothers, Song Nan and Song Bei, were skilled at farm work and blocked the younger members of the Nie family who wanted to come up and help.

When he throws a punch, it's incredibly honest.

In just a few moves, they beat the Nie family members to the ground, screaming in pain.

Nie Laosan usually does heavy work in the production team.

He has a lot of brute strength.

Brother Song gave me a push.

Angry from shame.

The sudden collision sent Brother Song staggering several steps.

I almost fell.

"I'd like to see who dares to touch me!" Old Man Nie roared, his eyes red.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a large broom made of thick bamboo strips came rushing over with a whooshing sound.

Song Xianglan had somehow picked up a broom from the yard.

He started slapping Nie Laosan's big face repeatedly.

Bamboo strips are both hard and tough.

A slap to the face is excruciatingly painful, leaving several bloody welts immediately.

"You dare to lay a hand on your uncle? I think you're like Wu Dalang, who drank medicine and still wanted a refill—a fool who doesn't know his own mortality." Song Xianglan cursed as she swept the broom, her movements so fast and efficient that there was no gap.

Nie Laosan was beaten so badly that he couldn't open his eyes.

He covered his head with both hands and screamed wildly, all traces of his previous fierceness gone.

When Nie Laosan's wife saw that her husband was being taken advantage of, she screamed and rushed over to grab Song Xianglan's face.

"You old geezer! Coming to my house to meddle in my business, I think you're asking for trouble."

Song Xianglan raised her leg and kicked Nie Laosan's wife in the lower abdomen.

That kick was delivered with great force.

They kicked him so hard he sat down on a pile of chicken droppings.

"You ugly, fancy-looking thing, like a toad with feathers stuck in its head!"

Song Xianglan pointed at her nose and scolded, "All you do is spread your legs and make money to spend."

You and your man are a perfect match.

One with its neck tucked in is the only turtle left.

One of them spread their legs wide, beaming with joy.

That was a really harsh insult.

Even the villagers watching the commotion outside the wall couldn't help but gasp, followed by a burst of laughter.

"That Aunt Song is incredibly quick-witted."

"Who in the village doesn't know that the third son's wife of the Nie family is a womanizer?"

He watched his son and grandson rolling around in the yard.

Old Man Nie jumped up and down in a panic, shouting:

"Brother-in-law, Third Sister, are you here to help us divide the family property?"

Song Xianglan threw the bald broom on the ground.

He put his hands on his hips, pointed at Old Man Nie, and roared:

"They beat my older sister yesterday. If I don't beat those little bastards half to death today, I won't understand how this family division works!"

"Yes! Kill these ungrateful wretches!" Nie Dahua roared.

Seeing this scene, Song Xiangmei's fear disappeared.

She didn't know where she got the strength, but she rushed up and kicked the fourth brother, who was being pinned to the ground by Zhuang Erchao, twice.

"You eat my food, drink my water, and still beat me. I'll beat you to death, you unfilial son!"

The most terrifying thing is when an honest person goes crazy.

Song Xiangmei's two kicks sent Nie Laosi reeling into a cold sweat.

The Nie family's neighbors watched with great interest, some perched on the wall, others climbing trees.

"Wow, that old lady is really agile, fast, accurate, and ruthless, without a single unnecessary movement," a young man in the tree commented. "Her cursing is even more amazing; she never repeats herself, and every word is a trap."

"They should have been beaten long ago. Boss Nie and his gang are utter scoundrels."

Less than half an hour.

The battle is over.

The Nie family has four sons, four wives, and several grandsons. The granddaughters-in-law are lying haphazardly on the ground, groaning and unable to get up.

Everyone had scars on their faces.

Either panda eyes or a sore mouth.

Apart from their clothes being a bit disheveled and their bodies covered in dirt, the Song family members were basically unharmed.

Nie Dahua was panting heavily.

Looking at her third aunt, she felt utterly respectful.

She felt that she was usually quite assertive in her husband's family, but compared to her third aunt, she was practically a little girl who had just learned to walk.

Song Xianglan tidied her slightly messy hair.

She pointed at Nie Laoda: "You're the eldest, but you don't take the lead in being filial. All you know is to eye the two cents in your parents' pockets."

They practically wanted to tie the old couple together and sell them for money. Their skin was so thick you'd have to give way to them even if the city wall turned a corner.

Pointing at the second son: "All you do is blabber on with your excretory organs. If you're so calculating, why don't you become an accountant and stay home to farm?

Your intelligence is only suited for counting suns during the day and moons at night, and you're also good at scheming.

Pointing at the third son:

"You spineless green-haired bastard, you treat your wife's farts like imperial edicts, and you hand your own mother the stick when she gets beaten."

When it came to the fourth brother, he said, "I don't talk to animals."

At last.

She pointed with her finger at the grandchildren huddled in the corner.

"And you little brats. You're all so young and already doing nothing right. At night you go back home and run around like pigs in heat, and you have the nerve to stop your uncle from getting married?"

Song Xianglan spat on the ground, "Several sisters-in-law are keeping an eye on my brother-in-law's marriage every day. I think you're not after money, but you've got your eyes on Xiao Chuan, haven't you?"

Do you not want him to get married, and want to keep the wife for yourself?

A bunch of bastards who only know how to sworn brotherhood with beasts!

"You guys are like braised chicken, all yellow, stale, and garbage."

"If you're so bored, go lick all the outhouses in the village. Don't scheme against others here. You're so good at scheming, yet you're all hopeless."

These words were spoken.

The entire room fell silent.

Even the groans on the ground stopped.

The wives blushed, wanting to retort but were so frightened by Song Xianglan's murderous gaze that they swallowed their words.

Song Xianglan snorted coldly.

"Let's pause the beating for now. Bring the table out and let's have a proper talk about dividing the family property."