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

The string in Nie Xiaochuan's mind snapped with a "pop".

His hands, calloused from years of farm work, clenched into fists, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot, frighteningly red.

He recklessly charged out of the courtyard, letting out a beastly growl: "Nie Dapao, I'll curse your ancestors for eighteen generations."

"Xiaochuan, what are you doing?"

With lightning speed, Song Qiang grabbed Nie Xiaochuan's waist.

Nie Xiaochuan possessed astonishing strength.

He dragged Song Qiang out, still cursing:

"Let me go! I'll chop that old bastard to pieces today, or I'm not a Nie! I'd rather be a bachelor my whole life than have my mother serve someone else!"

Song Qiang: "You all share the same ancestor. What kind of ancestor are you talking about?"

Nie Xiaochuan wouldn't listen to a word he said.

A gust of wind swept by.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the courtyard.

Nie Xiaochuan's face turned to the side after being hit.

stunned.

Before he could react, Song Xianglan kicked him, hitting Nie Xiaochuan squarely in the shinbone.

He didn't hold back with that kick.

Nie Xiaochuan cried out in pain and curled up in the corner, clutching his leg.

"Are you awake?"

Song Xianglan dusted off her hands. "If you're still not awake, I'll give you a couple more whacks."

Nie Xiaochuan covered his face and shouted with his neck stiff:

"Third Aunt, it's no use even if you beat me to death. My mother is so old, why should she have to serve others?"

Song Xianglan sneered and stared directly into Nie Xiaochuan's eyes.

"Nie Xiaochuan, speak with your conscience."

In the decades your mother has been in the Nie family, has she ever served anyone?

Did she do any work in the fields?

Who feeds the pigs, chickens, and ducks?

Who washes the clothes for the whole family?

The food is served; just eat what's ready.

Nie Xiaochuan opened his mouth.

No sound was made.

"Being treated like a slave at home and still having to put up with mistreatment is like being a free nanny."

Now, you can go to the county town without working in the fields or being exposed to the wind and sun, and you even get paid a month. Why can't you do that?

Just because that old man's surname isn't Nie?

Song Xianglan poked Nie Xiaochuan's forehead.

"Your older brother has ulterior motives. Let's expose his schemes and prevent him from getting anything out of it."

Nie Xiaochuan's body stiffened.

He wanted to refute her, but found that Song Xianglan's words made perfect sense.

He muttered, "I don't believe my older brother could be so kind."

"Of course I wasn't that kind of person."

"I'll take you to the county town tomorrow, and we'll go see that courtyard. If you really feel your mother is suffering, it's not too late to bring her back then."

Nie Xiaochuan sniffed and got up from the ground.

With nowhere to vent his anger, he turned around, saw a sickle lying against the wall, grabbed it, and headed to the backyard.

"Where are you going?" Song Qiang shouted.

"Get to work!"

Without turning his head, Nie Xiaochuan rushed into Song Xianglan's private plot and began wildly wielding the weeds that hadn't been completely cut yet.

The sickle made a "whoosh" sound as it sliced ​​through the air.

Song Qiang: "Third Aunt, is this kid alright? Don't let him cut himself."

Song Xianglan pouted.

"Men are all like this, so concerned with saving face that they suffer for it, and when they get sentimental, they're even more fussy than women."

Song Qiang shrank his neck.

I felt there was a hidden meaning in those words, and that even he had been insulted.

……

Song Xianglan strolled over to the educated youth settlement.

The atmosphere at the former educated youth settlements is very strange.

Getting into university makes you walk with a swagger.

Those who didn't pass either sighed and lamented or buried themselves in their studies to prepare for another attempt.

There are also some who are quick-witted.

He's trying to pull strings everywhere to get a medical retirement certificate, and is trying every possible way to return to the city.

"I heard that Anxi Yang is applying to universities in Shanghai."

"So what if she got into university? Her mother-in-law cursed her for days at the village entrance, saying she was an ungrateful wretch who would abandon her husband and children after getting into university."

"An Xiyang's grades are really good. But I doubt it. Zhou Fang's family is dirt poor, would they let her go?"

Cong Ying was sitting under a tree reading a book.

He frowned upon hearing this.

"You guys should say less. An Xiyang will definitely go; Zhou Fang isn't that kind of person."

During the exam preparation period, Zhou Fang did all the work in the fields and at home, and wouldn't even let An Xiyang take care of the children.

"Cong Ying, you're too naive. Men are easy to talk to now, but what if they turn on you the moment you leave?"

The group was talking.

Upon seeing Song Xianglan enter, everyone fell silent.

Song Xianglan's heart also stirred.

In her previous life, An Xiyang did indeed pass the exam.

The situation was even worse back then than it is now.

An Xiyang knelt on the ground and begged her mother-in-law, kowtowing until her head was bleeding.

In the end, it was Zhou Fang who stood at the door with a kitchen knife and forced his family members to leave.

He insisted on putting his wife on the train.

I later heard that the two divorced.

Many villagers mocked Zhou Fang for his wasted efforts, saying he wanted a college graduate as a wife, but she ran off with someone else.

The year after their divorce, Zhou Fang took her two children and smuggled herself overseas, her fate unknown.

after that.

An Xiyang and her later husband returned to look for their child, but were chased out by the Zhou family with brooms.

She explained that she had her own reasons back then; she wanted to see her child, and she cried until she fainted, not knowing where her child was or what his situation was.

The Zhou family also did not know where the father and his two sons had gone.

Everything is predestined.

"Aunt Song, what brings you here?"

When Cong Ying saw Song Xianglan, she quickly put down the book she was holding and came to greet her.

"I have something important to discuss with you."

Song Xianglan pulled her to sit down on the millstone. "Could you do me a favor?"

Cong Ying nodded: "You said it, as long as I can, it's necessary."

"There's an old man in the county town who's partially paralyzed. I'd like you to come with me tomorrow to take a look and give him some acupuncture to clear his meridians, even if it just helps him move a little."

Song Xianglan didn't hide it from her either.

"This old man used to be a high-ranking official. If you can cure him, you'll be well paid for the consultation."

Cong Ying smiled.

"If you hadn't helped me with the study materials, I wouldn't have passed the exam. I'll go with you tomorrow."

Done.

She went back to her room, took out a pair of knitted gloves, and handed them to Song Xianglan: "Aunt Song, these are knitted by me for you. Your hands get cold when you ride a bike, so wear them to keep out the wind."

Song Xianglan touched the thick gloves and felt a warmth in her heart.

……

They were released from the educated youth settlement.

The sun was already setting in the west.

As they walked near the banyan tree, they bumped into Zhou Fang and An Xiyang.

These two are quite a sight in the village.

Anxi Yang was fair-skinned and exceptionally beautiful among the educated youth.

Zhou Fang goes without saying.

At 1.83 meters tall, he stood out like a crane among chickens in a group of men in Qingyang who were generally around 1.7 meters tall.

He was wearing a patched old cotton-padded coat, but his back was ramrod straight.

They look energetic.

"Aunt Song."

Zhou Fang saw Song Xianglan stop and greeted her.

An Xiyang, standing beside him, had slightly red eyes.

He seemed to be angered by the gossip in the village, and he kept his head down, not daring to look at anyone, for fear that Song Xianglan would say something unpleasant.

"The college student from our village!"

Song Xianglan beamed with joy, "Congratulations! I hope my Tingting can share in this happiness too."

An Xiyang suddenly raised her head, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Aunt Song, you...you don't think I shouldn't have gone?"

Song Xianglan raised her loud voice, "Getting into university is a great honor that brings glory to one's ancestors. Only those shallow-minded people would gossip like that."

"Once you go, you'll be a government official. Zhou Fang, don't you think so?"

Zhou Fang looked at his wife's surprised and delighted expression.

A smile appeared on his face.

He nodded emphatically.

"Yes, Aunt Song is right."

Song Xianglan patted Zhou Fang on the shoulder and said, "Don't listen to those people's nonsense. Judging from your appearance, you're destined for good fortune."

I heard you have an uncle who does big business in Luzon.

In the future, your son might not be younger than your wife.

With such intelligent parents, your two children are destined for greatness.

"One of you will become a cadre, and the other will go into international trade. That's a perfect match."

Zhou Fang and An Xiyang exchanged a glance.

The gloom in their eyes dissipated almost entirely in an instant.

After hearing so much sarcasm these past few days, Song Xianglan's words were like a warm bowl of soup on a winter's day, warming my heart.

"Thank you, Aunt Song. I've applied to a university in Haishi."

Anxi Yang's voice became much lighter.

"Haishi is great, a big city." Song Xianglan waved her hand. "Alright, hurry home and eat, don't pay attention to those gossipy women."

Watching Song Xianglan ride away on her bicycle.

An Xiyang gripped Zhou Fang's hand tightly and let out a long breath:

"Zhou Fang, there are still people who believe in us. Do you trust me? I'll definitely come back for you and the child after I finish my studies."

Zhou Fang grabbed her hand in return, so tightly it hurt a little.

He looked down at the woman he cherished.

His eyes were gentle yet unfathomable.

All he could give her was what she wanted; that's all you can give someone you truly love.

I believe you.

Anxi Yang smiled.

She smiled brightly.

Zhou Fang reached out and helped her tidy her hair, which had been ruffled by the wind.

The sound was very soft.

Each word felt like it was slammed onto the ground.

"As long as you want me and the child, I'll do whatever you say. But west Yang, remember this."

He paused.

The smile on his lips remained unchanged, but his eyes deepened.

"If one day you don't want me and the children anymore, I will disappear with them."

Even if you search the entire country, I will never let you see them again or know even the slightest bit about them. You know my temper; I mean what I say.

An Xiyang's smile froze for a moment.

He then nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, that day will never come."

Zhou Fang didn't say anything more and took her hand as they walked home.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two of them, intertwining them as if they could never be separated.