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

"Big sister, how was your Spring Festival at home?"

Song Xiangmei sighed deeply, her hands flailing as she grabbed her hair in frustration, making it a mess of what was once neat.

"Third sister, I really envy you."

Song Xiangmei's eyes were bloodshot.

"I just want to be like you, to have my family all under my thumb. But my personality... you have no idea, my whole family is practically here to collect a debt."

Her eyes welled up with tears as she spoke.

"On New Year's Eve, the old man called all his children and grandchildren back for dinner. The pork, sweets, and pastries I brought back were all gone in one day."

When I got home, I gave him ten yuan, and he immediately gave it to his grandsons to distribute.

The grandsons kept calling out to their grandfather. In the end, I was the bad guy again.

Song Xiangmei felt increasingly aggrieved.

His chest heaved.

Song Xianglan could foresee that men always want a large family and descendants to revolve around them.

"Sister, what's the use of a man if he's not on your side? You could keep him at home like a Buddha statue; even a Buddha statue can bring you peace. He'll only cause you trouble."

"I just feel sorry for him... He's sick and can't even eat a piece of meat."

Song Xianglan spoke bluntly, "Is it your fault that he can't afford meat? That's because he's incompetent."

He didn't give you a good life when you were young, and now that you're old, he still relies on you to go to the city to work as a nanny and earn money to support the family.

"You've spoiled her, that's what makes her so demanding."

Song Xiangmei opened her mouth.

He wanted to retort, but found himself unable to find a word to say, so he could only lower his head in embarrassment.

Song Xianglan turned to look at her sister-in-law, who was sitting to the side wiping away tears, and became even angrier.

"And sister-in-law, stop wiping those two drops of cat pee on there. What's this about the eldest sister-in-law being like a mother? It sounds nice, but who wants to be the mother of a bunch of ungrateful wretches?"

I didn't receive any money as a gift, nor did I enjoy any blessings; all I got was mistreatment.

You guys are living a pitiful life. If it weren't for Song Qiang and Song Fei being able to earn some money, look at what you have on your New Year's table.

Aside from those two pounds of offal and a few large bones, was there any meat in the dish?

Sister-in-law Song was hit where it hurt.

She wanted to stand up for herself.

But every time the moment comes, my mind goes completely blank.

Out of consideration for a man's pride and family ties, he ended up suffering in silence.

Afterwards, I lay in bed.

He slapped his thigh until it turned purple, and regretted it so much he was green with envy.

But they'll do it again next time.

"Third Aunt! Third Aunt!"

A hurried child's voice came from outside the courtyard gate, and Er Gouzi from next door ran in, panting.

flushed.

"A fight broke out at the village entrance. Second Grandma and Fourth Grandma were fighting with Second Aunt and Second Son-in-law."

The people inside the room were taken aback.

next second.

Song Xianglan was swept away like a gust of wind.

Sister-in-law Song and Song Xiangmei felt a blur before their eyes.

Only a fleeting shadow remained at the doorway.

"Those legs..." Sister-in-law Song pinched her nose, looking envious. "If I had Third Sister's skills, I would dare to fight with people too."

Song Xiangmei, with a look of longing on her face, followed closely behind and ran outside.

Under the big banyan tree at the village entrance.

Dust flew everywhere.

When Song Xianglan arrived, a crowd had already gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Brother Song was standing in the middle, his face red and neck bulging as he pulled at Sister-in-law Song, still cursing under his breath:

"Are you a shrew? You're making a fool of yourself. It's just two ducks, isn't it?"

"Eating two ducks from your family when visiting relatives is like asking for your life."

Song Ersao's hair was disheveled, and there were two bloody scratches on her face.

She cried so hard her voice cracked.

"Those were the ducks I had painstakingly raised for a year. She took all the cured meat and ribs from the house, and even the whole bucket of rapeseed oil from the kitchen."

That's our family's annual oil supply.

"Song Lao Er, you heartless bastard! You don't care about me, but I do. When our daughter and son-in-law come to visit, are we going to serve them nothing but empty air?"

My daughter and son-in-law won't be back until tomorrow.

Song Xianghe's hair was messy, but her aura was in no way inferior.

"Those are my second brother's things. I'm his own sister, what's wrong with me taking a few things? You outsider, stop trying to sow discord between us siblings."

Song Lao Si's wife was also standing to the side with her hair disheveled.

I was just about to rush upwards.

He was grabbed by the sleeve by that coward Song Laosi.

Song Ersao was furious and struggled to pounce on him again.

"Snapped!"

Taking advantage of Song Erge's bias, Song Xianghe slapped Song Ersao across the face, the sound crisp and loud.

"mom."

Standing on the periphery of the crowd, Song Tian watched his mother being beaten. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he screamed as he tried to rush in.

A hand came across.

They held him back tightly.

Brother Song, with a stern face and the air of a patriarch, said, "That's your second aunt. Juniors can't hit their elders; that's the rule."

Song Tian was so anxious he jumped up and down, pointing at Song Erge and yelling:

"Dad, you just watched your sister hit my mom? She hit my mom!"

Song Erge's face darkened.

He gripped Song Ersao's wrist tightly.

"Shut up, all of you. We'll talk about this when we get home!"

Seeing this, Song Xianghe became even more smug and pointed at Song Ersao's nose.

"See? Even my second brother said it's your fault, you troublemaker..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed Song Xianghe's permed curly hair.

Song Xianghe felt as if her scalp was being ripped off.

Forced to look up, I couldn't even see who it was.

"Slap! Slap!"

He slapped her hard across the face with both hands.

Song Xianghe was so shocked by the blow that she saw stars. Before she could react, she heard a loud shout.

"Second sister-in-law, are you dead? Someone's grabbing you, slap him across the face until he's dead."

Song Xianglan kicked Song Erge in the back of the knee.

That kick was delivered with all his might.

Brother Song cried out "Ouch!" and his knees buckled, causing him to kneel down on one knee and release his grip on Sister-in-law Song.

"Song Xianglan, what are you doing? I'm your second brother."

Brother Song grimaced in pain.

"I'm hitting you, my second brother."

Song Xianglan looked down at him and spat in his face.

"Your wife is being bullied, and you're standing by and taking sides. You're even helping outsiders beat up your wife?"

A man like you should be thrown into a septic tank as fertilizer.

Second sister-in-law, beat this shameless chicken thief to death! If second brother dares to stop you again, scratch his face black and blue. Make him go out in public with a face full of bloody marks!

Song Ersao was already furious.

Now that they're free from restraints, their fighting power explodes.

She didn't care about any rules or regulations.

With both hands like the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, it howled and pounced on Song Xianghe.

Having just been slapped twice, Song Xianghe was no match for the crazed Second Sister-in-law Song.

The two immediately started fighting.

It rolled on the ground and was covered in dirt.

Song Ersao really doesn't know how to fight; she just closes her eyes and scratches blindly, her fingers flying everywhere.

"Snapped!"

Just as Song Xianglan was about to kick him again, she was unexpectedly slapped across the face by her second sister-in-law.

Song Xianglan covered her face.

Utterly speechless.

This second sister-in-law is such a terrible teammate.

The crippled teammate couldn't gain an advantage even in a two-on-one fight, and even managed to inflict heavy damage on friendly forces.

Seeing this, Song Laosi's wife ignored her husband's attempts to stop her, took off her shoes, and rushed to join the fray.

The three women rolled around on the ground.

Dust flew everywhere.

Old Tang, who had been huddled to the side, watched with trepidation.

He had just helped his wife kick them a couple of times, but now that he saw the women from the Song family had gone mad, especially Song Xianglan's murderous gaze, his legs were trembling with fear.

He glanced at his wife, who was still rolling on the ground.

He glanced again at the basket beside him and the urea bags on the ground.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

Old Tang steeled himself, picked up the basket containing chickens and ducks with one hand, and carried the urea bag containing cured meat and oil bottles with the other.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he slipped away faster than a rabbit.

By the time Song Tian discovered it.

Old Tang had already run two miles.

"That old bastard ran away, ran away with the stuff!" Song Tian turned and was about to give chase.

"return."

Song Erge had just gotten up from the ground.

He called out to his son, limping as he went:

"Isn't it embarrassing enough? Why are you chasing after him? That's your second aunt's husband."

Several of the brothers from the same clan only then realized what was happening and quickly stepped forward to separate the three women who were fighting.

At this moment, Song Xianghe had lost all semblance of the dignity of a city dweller.

His hair was a mess, his face was covered in bloody welts, and the buttons on his newly bought cotton-padded jacket were torn off.

One shoe is missing.

Song Ersao wasn't in much better shape; a strand of hair, whose identity was unknown, was still caught between her fingers, and her face was scratched.

Song Laosi's wife was still clutching a shoe sole in her hand.

panting.

Song Xianglan rubbed her cheek, which had been accidentally injured, and looked at Song Ersao with disdain:

"Second sister-in-law, you need to eat more meat to build up your strength. That slap felt like a tickle, isn't that embarrassing? Who are you going to slap with your eyes closed in a fight?"

Song Ersao was injured.

Hearing this, I felt a surge of warmth I had never felt before.

So many years.

Who protected her?

Men will only make her endure.

Only her sister-in-law was genuinely helping her vent her anger.

Song Xianghe sat on the ground.

Looking at the direction where Old Man Tang had disappeared into the distance, and then at the villagers pointing and whispering around him, he completely broke down.

"I don't want to live anymore."

She wailed so loudly it shook the heavens and earth, "This is driving me to my death! My family won't accept me, so I'm going to cry at my parents' graves. I'll let them see all of you heartless bastards!"

"Go ahead!"

Song Xianglan didn't indulge her at all and smiled exceptionally brightly.

"I'll get you a shovel right now. You can dig up the soil and crawl in to complain."

If your parents knew you were such an unfilial daughter, stealing even your brothers' food rations, they'd probably crawl out of their coffins and drag you down to give you a good beating.

Song Xianghe choked back her sobs.

I almost fainted.

Brother Song stood to the side, his face dark, feeling that the Song family's reputation had been trampled on.

Song Tian and the younger generation looked at Song Xianghe on the ground and felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

It's good that things have gotten out of hand.

My bloodsucking aunt felt embarrassed that every Spring Festival was like a robbery.

Brother Song yelled, "Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough already?"

"Go back now."

Ignoring her elder brother's dark expression, Song Xianglan turned around and pulled up her second sister-in-law.

"Second sister-in-law, go put some medicine on. If this scar gets on your face, that blind second brother will have an excuse to seduce other women."

Second Brother Song: "..."