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

Upon hearing that the family was going to split up.

The Nie family's sons, who were just groaning and pretending to be dead on the ground a moment ago.

They all stopped humming now.

The eldest and second eldest Nie exchanged a glance and got up from the ground.

He didn't care about saving face anymore; his eyes were full of calculation.

They felt they had been taken advantage of during the previous division of the family property.

Now that things have come to a head, we'll have to squeeze as much money as possible out of the old couple.

Over the years, the old couple, along with Nie Xiaochuan's hard-working work points, have accumulated a considerable sum in cash and grain.

A short while later.

Footsteps could be heard at the gate of the courtyard.

Nie Xiaochuan led the brigade leader, the branch secretary, the accountant, and the energetic Ninth Grandfather in.

The group entered the courtyard.

He paused, his footing slightly.

I almost thought I had walked into the wrong slaughterhouse.

The Nie family's courtyard was full of people.

The sons and daughters-in-law of the Nie family were all bruised and battered, their clothes torn beyond recognition.

Especially his face, there wasn't a single good spot on it.

It was covered in handprints and scratches from fingernails.

They really showed no mercy whatsoever.

They aimed directly at his face.

Old Man Nie is usually honest and hardworking.

Seeing Grandpa Jiu now is like seeing a savior.

Her eyes were red-rimmed.

"Grandpa Jiu, we invited you here today to be our witnesses. We can't live like this anymore, we're going to divide the family property."

As soon as Nie Laosan saw the village officials arrive, he immediately perked up.

He covered his face, which was swollen like a steamed bun, with one hand, and pointed at Song Xianglan and his uncles with the other.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Secretary! Brigade leader! You have to stand up for us! Look at the state our uncles have left us in! Don't we have any shame?"

Nie Lao Si's wife also screamed, "My family is bullying us because they have more people!"

Ninth Grandfather laughed gleefully:

"Your maternal uncles are more powerful than anyone else! Several of your uncles have come all this way to beat you up; it must be because you bunch of scoundrels have done something terrible."

Song Xianglan crossed her arms and stood aside, letting out a cold laugh.

He added insult to injury:

"You dare to lay a hand on your own mother? You're such a rebellious beast. You're lucky you were born in the new society that you weren't beaten to death."

Old Man Nie stiffened his neck, his eyes darting around.

"That was just a few old women getting into a fight with Mom, they were just joking around. It has nothing to do with us men, we wouldn't dare lay a hand on her."

The voice just fell.

A dark figure suddenly darted past.

Song Xianglan jumped up on the spot, and with the momentum, she clenched her right fist and punched Nie Laosan's already swollen nose with a "bang".

"Aww..."

Nie Laosan let out a miserable scream.

Two streams of blood gushed out instantly, and he squatted on the ground, covering his nose with tears streaming down his face.

Song Xianglan withdrew her fist and slowly blew the dust off her knuckles.

"Hey, third brother. I think your nose isn't very good either. I was just kidding. Don't take it to heart."

Old Man Nie's voice was trembling with sobs:

"Third Aunt, how could you hit someone in front of the officials?"

Song Xianglan shook her wrist, looking completely innocent.

"See, I told you not to rush, but you still got angry."

Your elders were just joking with you, showing their care for you as a younger person. Why did you take it so seriously?

I was hitting a cuckolded turtle, not even a human.

Villagers gathered around to watch the spectacle.

A few "pfft" sounds.

They couldn't hold back their laughter.

Even the usually serious Ninth Grandfather's lips twitched, and he almost lost his composure.

Nie Laosan hastily wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve.

Furious:

"Can you please stop calling me a green-haired turtle?"

"cannot."

Song Xianglan raised her chin, her voice clear and resonant.

"Of all the turtles in the pond, your head is the greenest. You can be a turtle yourself, so why can't others call you one?"

Nie Laosan's wife was about to start cursing.

Startled by a glare from Song Xianglan, he shrank back behind Nie Laosan.

I felt good after venting.

Song Xianglan turned around and walked to Song Xiangmei's side, whispering a few words in her ear.

Song Xiangmei raised her head.

Looking at his sons, who were red-faced and arguing over some small gain, the last glimmer of light in his eyes went out.

The captain coughed, breaking the awkward silence:

"Brother Nie, sister-in-law, what do you say? How should this be divided?"

They were talking over there.

Song Xianglan gave Nie Dahua a wink.

Nie Dahua understood immediately and turned to go into the room.

Not long after.

She and her two daughters-in-law carried several enamel mugs of steaming hot brown sugar water.

A bowl of this in winter warms both the stomach and the heart.

"Grandpa Jiu, Brigade Leader, Party Secretary, Accountant, have some water to warm yourselves up." Nie Dahua and her daughter-in-law respectfully served the sweet soup to them.

Nie Xiaochuan wasn't idle either.

Two long benches were brought out of the house, wiped clean, and invited the cadres and Song's uncles to sit down.

This is not finished.

Nie Dahua was quite ruthless; she turned around and went into the old lady's room, taking out the cloth bag that Song Xiangmei had brought from Song Xianglan's house.

She grabbed a handful of peanut candy and gave it to the brigade leader and a few others.

He grabbed two more handfuls and walked to the courtyard wall, where he distributed them directly to the villagers who were watching from the wall and the trees, as well as to the group of children.

"Everyone, try this. It's peanut brittle made by my third aunt. It's very sweet."

The Nie family's daughters-in-law were furious.

Nie Dahua took all the good food and gave it away, without them even getting to eat it themselves.

The saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding; he who takes another's money is bound to do his bidding."

The villagers originally came to watch the spectacle, but now that they've eaten such good candy, their hearts have naturally turned against them.

Public opinion is sometimes just a matter of a few pieces of candy.

Song Xiangmei also spoke up.

"The old house, including the main room, kitchen, storage room, the east room where my husband and I live, plus the room where Xiao Chuan lives, must belong to my husband, Xiao Chuan, and me."

The property deeds and land deeds are all in my possession; no one else can touch them. No one else is allowed to use them.

"Those few west-facing rooms and side rooms."

Since you've all moved in, I won't push things too far.

The third and fourth families will be allowed to stay for free until next summer.

"Once the weather gets warmer, you can build your own houses or move out wherever you want. Out of sight, out of mind."

"As for the grain, take out what's in the cellar and distribute it according to the number of people and work points in each family. No one should take a single extra grain."

Her distribution was very fair, even fairer than that of most families.

These words were spoken.

Nie Laosan and Nie Laosi were the first to explode.

"no."

Old Nie jumped up and down, shouting, "My wife and I earn work points, but our child earns more than you two old folks!"

This house is the ancestral home of our Nie family, so it should be allocated to us.

"Mom, I think you're really senile, are you out of your mind? So blatantly favoring Nie Xiaochuan!"

Nie Laosan also joined in the commotion:

"Exactly! We don't accept this division of assets; are you trying to drive us to our deaths?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Song Xianglan and Song Laosi, who had been silent all along, rushed out like two cheetahs.

Song Laosi grabbed Nie Laosi by the collar, and before he could react, Song Laosi's fist, as big as a casserole dish, slammed into his eye socket twice.

Song Xianglan was even more ruthless. She grabbed Nie Laosan's head and slammed it against the wall, then immediately kneed him in the stomach.

"Ouch!"

"Help!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Nie Lao Si's wife screamed in fright:

"Captain! Grandpa Jiu! Look! They're beating people right in front of you!"

The captain, holding the brown sugar water, didn't even lift his buttocks.

Instead, she rolled her eyes.

"What are you yelling about? Daring to say his own mother is mentally ill in front of her maternal uncle. You should be grateful you haven't been beaten to death."

Grandpa Jiu held the bowl.

He shook his head and sighed, his face full of disappointment and frustration.

"What a tragedy. It's a waste of effort to deal with descendants like this. Da Hua, pour some water for your third aunt, don't tire her out."

Song Xianglan hit and cursed at the same time.

The voice was full of energy:

"When your ass is loose, you can say anything! Is your Nie family's ancestral grave buried next to a cesspool?"

That wicked old ghost keeps bringing these beasts into his home. He caused my older sister so much suffering, giving birth to these filthy animals!

The eyelids of the other onlookers from Niejiazhuang twitched.

That was a really harsh insult.

They even included the ancestors of the entire Nie Family Village in the process.

But looking at the character of Nie's sons...

No one dared to utter a sound.

A few minutes later.

The one-sided abuse has ended.

Nie Laosan and Nie Laosi had even more blood coming from their noses, and they collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

After Grandpa Jiu finished the last sip of the sweet soup, he handed the bowl to Nie Dahua.

He said slowly, "Dahua, go get some food for your third aunt and uncles. They've only just started and they're already throwing punches. I bet this stunt will last a while."

These words were spoken.

Nie Lao Da and Nie Lao Er: "..."

The Nie family members: "..."

Great-Grandpa, why are you helping outsiders and then feeding them so they can keep fighting?