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

Song Xianglan went to the shop run by the man codenamed "Dog Brother" and bought a carton of cigarettes. She then waited at the back gate of the slaughterhouse.

A short while later.

Liu Yidao lit a cigarette and came out. When he got to the door, he saw Song Xianglan.

He blew a smoke ring and grinned smugly.

"You look like a dried-up corpse, it scared me to death. Song Yidao, can't you at least fatten yourself up a bit?"

Song Xianglan stuffed the cigarettes into his arms.

He rolled his eyes and said, "You're fat enough to be slaughtered during the New Year."

He immediately backed down.

"Why are you giving me cigarettes?"

"I'm going to the South Island to see my son. He wrote to say he got married there. My daughter-in-law isn't in good health, so as her mother, I have to go see her."

Liu Yidao was taken aback.

"Oh my. Old Song is starting to care about his son, Song Xiangdong. You're not going to act like a domineering mother-in-law, are you?"

Song Xianglan spat and cursed:

"You old Liu, stick out your tongue and lick your lips, or you'll be poisoned."

Liu Yidao subconsciously licked his lips.

Confuse:

"He's not dead."

"I'm going back now. If my apprentice needs your help, please lend a hand."

Liu Yidao called out to her, "Beef bones are good for you. I took some beef bones to make beef tallow; you can take them over to make tallow or soup, it's up to you."

He went in and came out with a snakeskin bag.

There were about twenty pounds of beef bones inside.

Song Xianglan accepted it, sincerely thanked her, and then advised her:

"At your age, it's time to settle down and start a family."

"I'm not going to raise other people's kids. And unmarried women don't even want me," Liu Yidao laughed. "When I get old, I'll just find a partner to grow old with and die with."

Song Xianglan picked up the snakeskin bag and left without looking back.

Liu Yidao scratched his head. This woman was like a hedgehog, only putting away her quills when facing Yang Dashan, that gigolo.

Song Xianglan went home.

Yang Dashan and the others went down to the fields, but Chen Xiuqin wasn't home either.

Erzhuang was playing in the mud at the door.

"Grandma, did you bring fried dough sticks and pan-fried buns?"

"no."

"Oh. Mom said she won't leave you breakfast. She went to Grandma's house today to figure out what to do with you. She'll make you spit out the money and also demand the bastard's money." Erzhuang was simple-minded and not as cunning as people in later generations.

He thought about how in his past life he made money by filming his own death and decay.

Song Xianglan kicked him.

"Get lost. Your dad's the bastard, he gets angry just looking at you."

Erzhuang ran away crying.

Song Xianglan went straight to the chicken coop in the corner of the yard.

He nimbly grabbed the three fattest hens in the house, tied their feet, stuffed them into a snakeskin bag with several holes punched in it, and then pulled the hens' heads out.

They caught two more ducks and tied them into a snakeskin bag.

After I finish these tasks...

She then took out salted duck eggs, canned oysters, dried squid, dried shrimp, lard, dried five-finger peach, milk root, and longan that had been pickled for five years, and sorted them into different categories and packed them into cloth bags.

Qingyang is located by the sea and has sandy soil.

She took half a snakeskin bag of peanuts.

These were originally meant to be saved for the Lunar New Year, to be stir-fried and given to Dazhuang and Erzhuang as snacks.

Instead of letting the ungrateful offspring of a gigolo benefit from his wealth, he brought the gift to his daughter-in-law to nourish her body.

Do it all right.

She also brought some pancakes with her.

There are also chicken and duck eggs that have been saved up at home; we can't leave them for Yang Dashan and the others to have.

I've been busy for quite a while.

It continued until noon.

Yang Dashan and Yang Jianjun were so hungry they were practically starving, and they couldn't do much work. The only reason they weren't bullied in Xiaoquan Brigade was thanks to the hot-tempered Song Yidao.

The scorekeeper just clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Uncle Dashan, you ran to the outhouse eight times this morning, and your work points for the whole day are less than those of a twelve-year-old child."

Yang Dashan was kicked out last night.

I haven't been eating much oily or fatty food these past few days.

Her once-moisturized face was now completely dried out, making her look aged and withered like a dried vegetable. Rubbing her aching lower back, she cried, "My back hurts, I caught a chill, and now my head aches and my nose is stuffy..."

"Impossible. Aunt Song cares about you a lot."

The scorekeeper didn't believe him. "You're faking illness again."

"Really. If you don't believe me, touch my forehead. I think I have a fever and am sick." Yang Dashan touched his forehead, and his head felt as muddled as paste.

The scorekeeper was a young intellectual in his early twenties.

He's easily embarrassed, and upon hearing this, he spat and cursed:

"Yang Dashan, you're spouting nonsense! That old man told me to touch your forehead. What are you up to?"

Yang Dashan blushed.

He hurriedly waved his hand, "That's not what I meant."

The surrounding crowd gathered around and accused Yang Dashan of misconduct.

Yang Dashan was both anxious and embarrassed.

"I'm an educated person. What bad intentions could I possibly have?"

"You cultured man, you're full of bad intentions." The speaker was Huang Guoping's neighbor, Huang Guoyao's wife. "Who knows what mischief you're up to in the middle of the night?"

"You..." Yang Dashan's chest heaved with anger.

Staring wide-eyed, he felt like he couldn't hear anything anymore and collapsed to the ground.

Upon seeing this, everyone hurriedly and hastily carried him back.

Song Xianglan had finished tidying up and was talking to Liu Chounu:

"Gangzi's mom, please look after some of the vegetables in our private plot for me. Feel free to pick any you want to eat."

Keep an eye on those kids at home, don't let them bully Tingting.

The ugly woman, who was perched on the wall, was taken aback upon hearing this.

"You're really going to the South Island? That's so far, and you're going alone?"

"Yes. Xiangdong got married, and as his mother, I have to do my part." Song Xianglan said, wishing she could fly over immediately to make up for the mistakes she made in her past life.

"Sister-in-law, if I may say something, Xiangdong looks just like you when you were young."

Even though he's an adopted son, you've raised him for so many years; he's no worse than your own child. Please treat him better.

Even outsiders know that she treats Song Xiangdong badly.

Song Xianglan's face remained expressionless. "I know. That's why I went over there."

"I'll keep an eye on things at home for you and make sure they don't bully Tingting."

He spoke to the ugly woman.

A commotion arose outside. "Aunt Song, Uncle Dashan has fainted in the field."

The courtyard gate was opened.

The village mute carried Yang Dashan on his back, with several elderly men following beside him.

The one who called her was Yang Damu, the mute brother.

"Big Eyes, why did he faint?"

"He asked the scorekeeper to touch his face, and the scorekeeper scolded him a few times. Uncle Dashan fainted in anger." Yang Damu only heard bits and pieces of this story.

What bad thoughts could a child possibly have? He blurted out everything he knew.

Old Lin, standing to the side, cursed:

"Nonsense. Dashan isn't that kind of person; it's all a misunderstanding."

Song Xianglan told the mute man to take Yang Dashan to the wooden bed in the storage room next door. "Yang Dashan, your eyelids are moving, so stop pretending to be dead."

She angrily dragged the mute man out.

He gave the mute man a few sweet potatoes, saying, "Thank you, mute man."

The mute man gestured and mumbled a few words, meaning he didn't want her sweet potatoes.

The mute girl and her younger brother, Da Mu, depend on each other for survival.

The two were 18 and 12 years old, respectively. Because their family was poor, Da Mu did not go to school and did no farm work or beachcombing.

She stuffed the sweet potato into the mute man's arms.

She gave Da Mu two more candies, saying, "Good boy. Auntie is going on a long trip, so please take good care of Sister Tingting for me. Don't let anyone bully her."

Yang Damu nodded.

"Auntie, I promise I'll complete the mission."

He clutched the candy tightly, his bare feet on the ground.

When everyone heard that Yang Dashan had woken up, they went back on their own.

Song Xianglan leaned against the door.

Seeing that Yang Dashan didn't move, she stepped forward and slapped him across the face. The hand felt a little hot. "Yang Dashan, you really do have a fever. Get up."

One slap didn't wake him up.

Two more slaps followed, making Yang Dashan cry.

"Waaaaah... Song Xianglan, you hit me."

Song Xianglan felt a surge of pleasure watching an old man sob like a whiny monster.

"Ugh, you're so useless."

"Don't blame me for hitting you, it was all for your own good. If you had any self-respect, do you think I would have hit you?"

Yang Dashan: "..." Is hitting him for his own good?

Where can we seek justice?

"I need to visit Xiang Dong on the South Island, but I'm short a little money for the trip. I remember you've been hiding some money; give me ten yuan." Seeing his red eyes and swollen cheeks, Song Xianglan lowered her voice unconsciously.