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

Boss Nie wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his triangular eyes filled with calculating light.

He took a step forward.

Regardless of how unpleasant his mother Song Xiangmei's expression was at that moment.

He blurted out, "We won't stop you from dividing the family property. But last time, our eldest son's family suffered a loss, and so did the second son's family."

"My parents and Xiaochuan are still in good health. For the next five years, the work points they earn, which they exchange for money and food, will be used to help us out. This is called 'respect for elders,' and it's about making up for past deficits."

Nie Lao Er nodded, "Eldest brother is right. We received too little when the family property was divided before."

"Xiao Chuan shouldn't get married yet. We need to take care of all the weddings of our nephews before considering his personal life. Don't be so selfish; you don't act like an uncle at all."

The courtyard fell silent for a moment.

That's despicable, shameless, and vile.

Ninth Grandfather's murderous intent arose instantly.

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless. They're trying to leech off the elderly couple until they die.

The captain and the accountant lowered their heads silently.

He was chanting a calming mantra, afraid that he might lose control and take off his shoe to hit someone.

The Party Secretary has a terrible temper.

He tapped his pipe against the sole of his shoe, stared intently at Song Xianglan, and slightly raised his chin.

The meaning is obvious: Is this even human language?

That's your own nephew.

Don't hold back anymore; take action when the time is right.

Upon receiving the signal, Song Xianglan let out a cold smile.

She stretched her neck and turned to look at Song Laosi behind her.

"Fourth brother, get to work."

Before the words were even finished, the siblings charged down the mountain like tigers.

Old Song had been holding back his anger for a long time. He took a step in front of Old Nie and, before the other could react, delivered a hook punch directly to Old Nie's stomach. Old Nie groaned and his body turned into a shrimp.

Song Xianglan was even more exceptional.

Although she has retired, her lower body strength, honed over decades of battling with large, fat pigs weighing hundreds of kilograms in the slaughterhouse, remains as solid as a rock.

She grabbed Boss Nie's hair and slammed her knee upwards.

Then, as if it were free, the slaps came crashing down on that greedy face.

"Want more money? Want to leech off me? I'll let you leech off me to your heart's content!"

Song Xianglan hit and cursed at the same time, "You heartless beast, five years' worth of money? I bet you won't live to see tomorrow before you want to buy a nice coffin."

Brother Song stood to the side with his hands behind his back, like a coach from the sidelines.

"Third Sister, don't hit her body, she's thick-skinned and it won't hurt. Hit her face, hit that shameless jerk!"

Song Laosi had just kicked Nie Laoer to the ground.

Song Erge called out disdainfully, "Fourth Brother! Haven't you eaten? Your fists are as limp as a woman embroidering."

Song Laosi gritted his teeth.

He swung his fist wide and delivered two more powerful blows, making Nie Lao Er howl in pain.

When Nie Lao Da and Nie Lao Er's sons, who were already adults, saw their father being beaten, they were shocked.

It's making a lot of noise and trying to rush upwards.

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

The Song brothers, Song Nan and Song Bei, stood sideways in the middle, forming two iron towers. The two Zhuang brothers, Da Chao and Er Chao, cracked their knuckles, their eyes glaring fiercely at the group of cowards.

That's something we really can't beat.

The grandchildren of the Nie family looked at each other, and then all shrank back.

He could only watch helplessly as his father was used as a punching bag on the ground.

Seeing that Boss Nie's shouts were getting weaker and weaker.

Grandpa Jiu coughed and said, "Alright, Aunt Song, that's enough. If you hurt her, we'll have to pay for medicine, which isn't worth it."

Song Xianglan stopped.

He wiped the blood off the back of his hand onto Boss Nie's clothes.

Nie Laosan and Nie Laosi watched from the sidelines, trembling with fear, having long since swallowed their grievances.

Who dares to mention it?

This is what happens when you mention it.

But some people just can't see the situation clearly.

Old Nie's wife, clutching her swollen face, was still unwilling to give up and shouted in a shrill voice:

"Then we have to take out the cash at home and divide it up, right? We can't let those two old folks take the money to subsidize that wild...that ingrate Nie Xiaochuan."

Song Xianglan turned her head sharply, her eyes fixed on the third son's wife like hooks.

"You'd give your own flesh to support those other men, so why can't my sister use her money to support her own son?"

That's too blunt.

The courtyard instantly erupted in chaos.

The third son's wife's face turned deathly pale, then turned purplish-red.

Enraged at having her past exposed, she yelled, "You old hag! You're talking nonsense! You've ruined my reputation! Did that bitch Nie Erhua gossip about me?"

Song Xianglan took two steps closer: "This thing, soaked in a thousand-year-old cesspool, has become a spirit of stench."

"You think you can just sleep with someone for a night because of a cabbage? Do you even have a reputation?"

"What do you mean, Erhua told me? Which ear did you hear Erhua talking to me?" Song Xianglan's eyes grew colder and colder.

The surrounding villagers had already started pointing and gossiping.

"That wife of Nie Laosan is a real scoundrel. Two years ago, Erhua was beaten half to death by her husband and ran back to her parents' home, kneeling in front of her and begging her to give her a way to live."

"I heard that Erhua's husband is having an affair with the third son's wife, and the third son's wife is ordering the man to beat his wife."

"What a tragedy! I heard that Erhua doesn't dare to go back to her parents' home and is now begging for food somewhere."

Song Xiangmei went to see him recently and said that the son-in-law had taken the widow home. He ignored the children's objections and mistreated Erhua's children.

"Erhua cornered the third brother's wife on the bed. The third brother's wife then told Erhua's husband to beat Erhua, and even beat her while she was naked."

These whispers reached Song Xianglan's ears.

Her mind went blank.

She had only heard that the third son's wife had a bad reputation, but she never expected that Erhua's blood and tears were involved.

Erhua was actually harmed like this by this bitch.

A spark ignited in Song Xianglan's eyes.

Without another word, she rushed over and grabbed Nie Laosan's wife by the collar.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

This time it wasn't a scratch, it was a real slap across the face.

Song Xianglan swung her arm wide, striking with both hands. Each slap was accompanied by a whooshing sound, making one's teeth ache.

"A loose mouth leads to an even looser belt."

"Spread your legs wide, and you'll get a cabbage! Spread your legs wide again, and you'll get a steamed bun!"

"You're doing a really good job with your risk-free, high-profit business. If you're so capable, why are you still eyeing the old folks' money for their funerals?"

Song Xianglan cursed and hit her, slapping her dozens of times. Nie Laosan's wife's face swelled up like a pig's head, her mouth was full of blood, and even her screams were forced back into her stomach.

The village officials looked up at the sky and down at the ground, but no one uttered a sound.

This is incredibly unethical.

They deserve it.

Nie Laosan was so anxious that he was jumping up and down, but he didn't dare to go forward.

All she could do was cry out, "We're separating! I'll do whatever Mom and Dad say. Stop hitting me! Auntie, stop hitting me!"

"This is my second sister's fault for not being able to control her man. What does it have to do with my wife?"

His children all buried their heads in their crotches.

The village children had already started making up rhymes to curse them, and some of the scoundrels even made a list listing who their biological mothers had been with.

As a result, their own father was also called a "pimp who trades for food" and a living turtle.

This feeling of shame.

They couldn't even lift their heads up.

Song Xianglan was tired from hitting him.

With a loosening of his grip, the third son's wife collapsed to the ground like a rag doll.

"Are you convinced?"

Song Xianglan shook her numb hands and looked coldly at the pile of people on the ground. "If you're not convinced, get up and keep practicing. I have plenty of strength today."

The entire room fell silent.

Grandpa Jiu took two puffs of his pipe.

He looked very curious.

"Third Aunt Song, you must be over fifty, right? How come you're more agile than a strong young man?"

Song Xianglan tidied the stray hairs at her temples.

The tone was flat:

"I'm fifty-two. I've been slaughtering pigs in the slaughterhouse for decades. Even if a two- or three-hundred-pound fat pig goes berserk, I can hold it down. Compared to that beast, these few cowards are nothing."

Grandpa Jiu's lips twitched slightly:

No wonder...no wonder.

The skill was honed through slaughtering pigs.

That's the cure for all kinds of dissent.

The brigade leader quickly read the family division agreement again.

Speaking at an extremely fast pace:

"Any objections? If not, please leave your fingerprints!"

The Nie brothers looked at each other, none of them daring to object.

Having opinions is asking for trouble.

Song Xianglan seemed to feel that this was not intimidating enough.

He looked around and sighed.

"I didn't bring this handy tool with me. If I had a knife, this would have been resolved much earlier. Compared to my butcher knife, this fist is too slow."

The voice just fell.

Song Laosan, who had been smiling and silent the whole time, chuckled and pulled out a cloth bag from behind him, shaking it open with a "whoosh".

A gleaming, blood-grooved butcher knife suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Third sister, I'm keeping this for you." Old Song handed her the knife.

A flash of cold light.

The entire Nie family took a step back in unison.

Nie Laosi's legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

This is outrageous! They even prepared the weapons!

"Destroy it..."

Old Master Nie closed his eyes in despair, "Sign! I'll sign it right now!"

There was no protracted tug-of-war, no hypocritical excuses.

Under absolute military pressure, the family division ceremony became exceptionally efficient.

The women watching looked at Song Xianglan's imposing figure with envy in their eyes.

If my own family had such strong-willed elders, I wouldn't have been bullied so badly by my in-laws.

The agreement was drafted quickly.

The meager few dozen yuan in cash at home.

Most of it was borrowed, and it was all given to the elderly couple.

The chickens and ducks belong to the elderly couple, and so does the house.

Each of the four sons had to give Song Xiangmei and her husband ten catties of grain every month.

Sign, press your fingerprint. With those bright red fingerprints pressed down, the family is officially separated.

Song Xianglan's eyes sharpened as she pointed to the main room and the storage room.

"Alright, the signatures are done. Now, throw that pile of junk out right now! Don't dirty my sister's place!"

In the Nie family courtyard, a chorus of groans and cries of pain erupted as people carried things away.