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

At the gate, Nie Xiaochuan escorted Grandpa Jiu and the others to the roadside.

Nie Xiaochuan's eyes were red.

Bow to the elders.

"Grandpa, Captain, uncles and elders, the house is a mess today, I apologize for not being able to entertain you properly."

I must treat my elders to a nice meal another day.

Grandpa Jiu glanced back at the dilapidated courtyard of the Nie family.

He sighed:

"Whether or not I eat is irrelevant."

Xiao Chuan, it's okay if this family falls apart.

"But I do have something on my mind... If I have some extra money, I still need to find a way to bring your second sister back."

Speaking of my second sister.

Nie Xiaochuan's straight back suddenly stiffened.

Tears welled up in my eyes instantly.

Nie Xiaochuan's voice was hoarse:

"As long as I don't have to work, I'll take my second sister's eldest son out to look for someone."

"Over the past two years, we've searched most of the villages in the two surrounding cities. But we just can't find anyone..."

At this point, the 1.7-meter-tall young man lowered his head.

Staring at the dirt on his toes.

The voice became even lower:

"My second sister is illiterate and timid. I wonder if she's still alive."

The captain and his men felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this.

Shaking his head and muttering "What a sin," he walked away with his hands behind his back.

They simply couldn't understand what kind of bastard Nie Laosan was, what kind of brain he had, that he would drive his own sister to her death over a slut.

Nie Xiaochuan stood in the wind.

He wiped his face.

Just as he turned around, Ah Zhen, his childhood friend from the same village, ran down the slope carrying a brightly colored pheasant and shoved it into Nie Xiaochuan's arms.

"It's still alive, caught in a trap. Xiao Chuan, your uncle is coming over; take it and kill it to entertain the guests."

"Ah Zhen, thanks."

Nie Xiaochuan didn't mince words and strode back to the yard carrying the still-flapping pheasant.

The crowd that had been watching the spectacle had long since dispersed.

Like stray dogs, the Nie Laosan and Nie Laosi families had long since locked their doors and returned to their respective mothers-in-law's homes.

The eldest and second eldest brothers of the Nie family were too ashamed to stay any longer and slunk back to their own homes.

Inside the main room.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Song Xianglan and her brothers sat around.

Brother Song lit a cigarette and took a puff.

Looking at Nie Dahua, who was constantly wiping away tears with her head down, he said, "Dahua, I haven't had a chance to ask yet. What exactly happened to your second sister? Such a big thing happened at home, why didn't any of you tell us?"

Song Xiangmei leaned against the headboard.

Hearing the words from the main room, she trembled, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Wow……"

Nie Dahua could no longer hold back her sobs and wailed, "Uncle, Erhua's life is so miserable! Erhua was forced to leave!"

Nie Dahua cried so hard she could barely breathe.

He intermittently revealed that filthy affair.

"That year, Erhua went back to her parents' home, and everything was fine until she went back to get some things and caught her husband and her third brother's wife in bed... Get out! Erhua was furious and went up to yell at them."

"As a result, that shameless couple not only..."

The third son's wife even instigated Erhua's husband to drag Erhua into the yard and beat her.

They stripped all their clothes off.

Let the third son's wife use the sole of her shoe to whip him.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Nie Dahua's face was covered in tears and snot.

"Erhua was beaten half to death, but she just endured it. After that, she was often beaten. Once, the third son's wife went to her house and came back."

Erhua was beaten badly and ran back to her parents' home, where she knelt down and kowtowed to the third son's wife.

Her husband declared that unless his third son's wife forgave her, he would beat her every day for his own amusement.

"My parents were working on the mountain at the time, and Xiao Chuan was with the logging team and wasn't home either. Only that beast, the third son, was at home."

"The third brother, in order to protect his slutty wife, said that Erhua couldn't control her husband and was even trying to ruin his family's reputation."

He grabbed Erhua by the hair and dragged her from the main room all the way to the front door.

He slapped Erhua across the face right there on the street. He kicked her in the stomach!

"Erhua was desperate... He disappeared that night. We only found out when the neighbors heard the commotion and started gossiping."

"Later, I led Xiaochuan to smash up Erhua's house and beat up her husband."

Me, Sanhua, Sihua, and Wuhua teamed up and beat up Lao San's wife. But that beast Lao San threatened to break our legs if we dared to go back to her parents' home...

As Song Xiangmei listened to her eldest daughter's tearful complaints, it felt as if a steel needle had been inserted into her mind.

She was in so much pain that she rolled around on the bed, letting out painful groans.

Old Nie squatted in the corner.

He clutched his head in his hands, desperately pulling at his hair. The pain from the separation had long since vanished, leaving only a heart full of regret and anger.

That's his daughter.

Driven to the brink of death by beasts.

The men of the Song family were stunned.

Is this something a human being would do?

This is worse than an animal!

"You beast." Song Xianglan's voice was as cold as ice.

She stood up, grabbed a thick wooden stick from the doorway, and without saying a word, turned and walked out.

"Third Sister!" Song Laosan called out.

Without turning her head, Song Xianglan strode to the locked door of Nie Laosan's room.

"Bang!"

With one blow, the door panel trembled.

"Bang! Bang!"

With two more kicks, the already flimsy wooden door was kicked open. Song Xianglan swept inside like a black whirlwind.

The house was filled with the belongings of Nie Laosan's family.

Song Xianglan swung the stick and smashed whatever she saw.

The cabinet was knocked down. It was chopped up with a knife.

The five-drawer table was smashed.

"Splash—"

The mirror shattered on the floor.

"I'll teach you to protect that slut. I'll teach you to be a beast." Song Xianglan cursed as she hit Nie Laosan, each blow feeling like a blow to his body.

Nie Dahua stopped crying, wiped her face, and rushed in to join in the smashing.

She pulled all the floral quilt covers and cotton-padded jackets out of the wardrobe, threw them on the ground and stomped on them, then cut them to shreds with scissors.

"Third Aunt, look what this is?"

Nie Dahua pulled a cloth bundle from the crevices of the bed board, unfolded it, and found a stack of ten-yuan notes.

I counted them.

Sixty pieces in total.

Nie Laosan complained of being poor and had no money, but secretly he had so much money hidden away.

Nie Dahua rushed into the main room with the money and stuffed it into Song Xiangmei's hand.

"Mom! Take this money. Leave it to Erhua when you find her."

Song Xiangmei's hand trembled as she clutched the money.

Tears soaked the pillow, and I couldn't say a word. I felt like my head was going to explode.

Nie Dahua's daughter-in-law was a capable person, and upon seeing this, she quickly went to the kitchen to boil water.

Not long after.

He took a saline bottle filled with hot water and wrapped it in a thick towel.

Gently place it on the back of Song Xiangmei's head.

Then I tucked the blanket around her again.

"Grandma, don't think about it anymore, just get some sleep. My mom and uncle said they'll definitely be able to find Auntie."

Song Xianglan had also vented her anger by this time.

Looking at my older sister lying paralyzed on the bed, I felt a mix of emotions.

My older sister passed away early in my past life, and besides physical reasons, it was probably related to this mental illness.

As dusk fell, my stomach started to rumble.

Nie Dahua wiped away her tears and rolled up her sleeves.

"Third Aunt, Uncle, please sit down. I'll go make the meal. We have to have a good meal today."

Niejiazhuang is located deep in the mountains.

The mustard greens grow really well in winter.

Frosty mustard greens have thick, glossy green leaves that are sweet with every bite.

Nie Dahua stuffed hard firewood into the large stove.

The flames licked the bottom of the pot, hissing and crackling.

Zhuang Erchao cleaned the pheasant thoroughly, chopped it into small pieces, and stewed it in a clay pot with a tiger-tail wheel.

It didn't take long.

The delicious aroma wafted out through the crack in the door.

Heat the iron wok, add a large spoonful of lard, and with a "sizzle," the aroma is irresistible.

Add the finely chopped mustard greens and stir-fry, then add the soaked rice and diced cured meat, add water and simmer.

When the lid was lifted, steaming hot air filled the air.

The rice absorbed the aroma of lard and meat, the mustard greens were bright green, and every grain of rice glistened with oil.

The best part is the golden, crispy crust at the bottom of the pot.

Nie Dahua worked quickly and efficiently, stir-frying a large plate of mustard greens and steaming a plate of taro with meat sauce.

The family sat around the dining table in the main room.

Song Xianglan, holding a large bowl overflowing with mustard green rice, shoveled a mouthful in it, ignoring the heat.

Really fragrant.

The lard moistens the palate, the mustard greens cut through the richness, and the cured meat enhances the flavor.

"Dahua, scoop me a piece of crispy rice." Song Xianglan pointed to the bottom of the pot.

With a forceful scoop using a spatula, Nie Dahua removed a large, plate-sized piece of golden rice crust intact.

Song Xianglan took the rice crust; it was really crispy, making a "crunch crunch" sound when she bit into it.

Your cheeks ache from chewing, but the more you chew, the more delicious it becomes.

She looked at Nie Dahua, who was eating heartily across from her, and then at her daughter-in-law next to her, who was quiet but hardworking. She made up her mind.

"Dahua, your cooking skills are excellent, and you're a very straightforward person."

Song Xianglan swallowed the food in her mouth, tapped the table, and said, "Tomorrow, take your son and daughter-in-law to Yu Family Village."

Nie Dahua was taken aback.

Without even wiping the rice grains from his mouth, he asked, "What are we going to Yu Family Village for?"

"Xiao Chuan was tricked into marriage; we need to get what he owed back."

"Then I have to go."

"After we go to Yujiazhuang, we'll visit Aunt Erhua's house from time to time."

She leaned closer to Nie Dahua and whispered, "Just tell her that you dreamt Erhua said she was killed by that man and is restless down there. If you can't find him, tear down his roof! Beat him every time you see him, until he vomits up everything he's eaten."

In her past life, Song Xianglan met Nie Xiaochuan.

But Erhua was never mentioned.

Nie Dahua's eyes grew brighter and brighter as she listened, and her last shred of hesitation was burned away by her anger.

"Okay! Auntie, that's a great idea! I'll go tomorrow! If I don't make a huge scene at his house, I'm not Nie Dahua!" Nie Dahua took a big bite of the rice crust.

The two brothers, Song Nan and Song Bei, who were engrossed in drinking their soup, exchanged a glance.

He immediately perked up.

Song Nan put down her bowl, wiped her mouth, and said, "Cousin, can we come along?"

Song Bei also joined in the commotion, waving his fist, which was as big as a clay pot.

"That's right, we'll go and give you some support. We brothers aren't pushovers either."

Excitement gleamed in their eyes.

They said they were helping.

In fact, the expression on his face that said "wanting to watch the excitement, wanting to fight" was impossible to hide.

Song Xianglan glanced at her two nephews but didn't stop them.

"Remember, we're here to 'seek justice,' and we're in the right."

Don't kill him, leave him alive.