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

Zhao Xiaofang clutched her cheek, blood trickling down her chin, and two yellowed teeth with stained gums lay on the ground. She wailed, "Someone's been killed! This isn't over until I get a hundred yuan!"

Song Xianglan was amused.

Before Zhao Xiaofang could react, she was beaten again.

"One hundred? I'll give you a thousand, get ready!"

Song Xianglan raised her hand to hit him again, but when Nie tried to stop her, Song Xianglan kicked him in the kneecap, causing him to gasp in pain and roll on the ground clutching his leg.

Old Zhao stood on the steps, the birdcage in his hand not even wobbling, and shouted applause:

"Well done! I saw it clearly. These two were trying to break into the house and rob us. Xianglan acted bravely and righteously."

The neighbors were already annoyed by the couple.

Now they were pointing and whispering, trying not to laugh.

The security guards came running over with batons. Old Zhao was a shrewd man; he pointed at the two men on the ground and said they were trying to extort money.

The security department isn't to be trifled with either.

I've seen this kind of thing many times: people running to someone's door and throwing a tantrum. Without saying a word, I grabbed the two of them and dragged them outside.

"Let me go. I'm the nephew-in-law of this family!" Old Master Nie was still howling.

"Niece-in-law my foot! I only had one niece, and she's long dead." Old Zhao spat on the ground. "Throw her far away!"

The others were dragged away.

The courtyard is quiet now.

Old Zhao hung the birdcage under the eaves.

Only then did he pull Song Xianglan to the corner, his old face flushed red, and after stammering for a long time, he lowered his voice and said:

"Xianglan, there are some dirty words I can't say to your older sister, for fear of offending her ears. Do you know what those two beasts said to my face?"

Seeing his expression as if he was about to vomit up his leftovers, Song Xianglan knew what was going on.

"It's definitely not a good thing."

"That Zhao Xiaofang is shameless."

Old Zhao was so angry that his beard was trembling. "Back then, I wasn't in good health."

They both thought I hadn't heard them, and said to my face, "Let your older sister seduce me."

They asked me to hand over my family's savings book, and said... and that if I needed anything...

Let your sister use her hand.

Even a couple of bumps are fine, as long as I get my hands on the savings book.

Song Xianglan's mind went blank.

A burst of fire shot straight to the top of his head.

This is hardly a daughter-in-law.

She regretted not hitting him hard enough, and she also regretted not hitting that beast Nie Laoda.

"Don't tell your older sister about this. She's easily embarrassed; how could she stay here if she heard about it?"

Old Zhao sighed;

"Your eldest sister is soft-hearted. If she goes back this time, she'll probably be torn to pieces by that whole family. You should come with her; she won't be bullied if you're there."

"Sigh, children are all a debt."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely go this time." Song Xianglan's eyes were also filled with coldness.

Just then, Lin Fang returned from selling food on her tricycle.

Judging from this situation...

I'm a little confused.

"Xiaofang, you can stay at your Uncle Zhao's place for the next few days," Song Xianglan decided immediately. "He hasn't had anyone to cook for him these past few days, so you can show off your cooking skills and find a place to live nearby while you're at it."

Old Zhao was overjoyed to hear that there was food to eat.

He nodded immediately.

"There are still rooms available."

Lin Fang was a quick and efficient person, so she didn't ask any questions and pushed the car to the backyard.

Make arrangements here.

Without saying a word, Song Xianglan grabbed the older sister who was still wiping away tears and headed towards the station.

It was already afternoon when we arrived at the village where the Nie family lived.

Song Xiangmei pushed open the broken wooden door. The room was dark and stuffy.

A pungent smell mixed with the smell of tobacco wafted out.

Old Nie lay on the bed, puffing on his pipe. The smoke swirled on the roof, making people cough.

The room was a mess, like a pigsty, with cigarette ash and phlegm all over the floor.

When he saw Song Xiangmei come in, Old Man Nie's cloudy eyes lit up.

He didn't move.

He grunted twice: "Old woman, you're finally back... I've been starving."

Looking at the mess in the room, Song Xiangmei turned around and pushed open all the windows.

A cold wind blew in.

The stench was blown away.

She took out a can of malted milk powder, made a large bowl of it, and brought it to the bedside.

When Old Man Nie saw the malted milk powder, his eyes turned green with envy.

During the Spring Festival, the eldest son's grandson took the malted milk powder from the house, so the second, third, and fourth sons snatched away all the other candies and cookies.

They also said he was biased.

He snatched the bowl and gulped it down in a few big mouthfuls, not even leaving a crumb at the bottom, licking it clean with his tongue.

After finishing his drink, he wiped his mouth and looked more energetic than an ox.

"Old woman, you're the best. It's good that you're back. We won't go out anymore. You can stay home and take care of me while I earn money."

He spoke with absolute certainty.

It was as if Song Xiangmei was born to serve him.

Song Xiangmei stood by the bed, looking at the man she had spent her whole life with.

The way I wolfed down the malted milk powder just now.

He doesn't look sick at all.

"Where do you feel unwell?" Song Xiangmei asked, her voice cold.

"I feel uncomfortable everywhere."

Old Nie shrank deeper into the blankets.

He started acting like a scoundrel.

"My whole body aches and I feel weak. That's what it's like to miss you. I feel much better now that you're back."

Song Xiangmei didn't respond to his question. "Xiao Chuan is almost thirty. He absolutely has to get engaged this year. Are you going to pay the bride price?"

Old Nie's smile froze.

He then took out his pipe, lit it, and took two puffs, the smoke obscuring half of his face.

"Old woman, you know we only have this little bit of money left for our coffins."

The eldest son's grandson needs to go to school, and the third and fourth sons' families need to build houses... I'm seventy years old, why should I still have to worry about these things?

"That's your grandson, isn't Xiaochuan your son?"

Song Xiangmei's voice suddenly rose in pitch;

"We agreed on everything when we divided the family property, and everything was settled cleanly. But you turned around and used it to fill the bottomless pits of those ungrateful wretches. We even lost our life savings."

Old Nie shrank back after being yelled at.

He mumbled:

"Those...those are all our sons. They're all our flesh and blood. You're enjoying a life of luxury in the city, but you can't just watch them suffer poverty in the village, can you?"

Besides, Xiao Chuan only has himself to worry about; there's no real marriage proposal involved.

"Am I enjoying a life of luxury?"

Song Xiangmei burst into tears.

"I wash clothes, cook, and serve people at other people's houses. Is that what you call enjoying life? It was you and your husband who persuaded me to go there in the first place."

I went there to save up for Xiaochuan's betrothal gifts, and to find Erhua. I also want to find Erhua.

When Erhua was mentioned, Old Man Nie became impatient.

"Erhua, Erhua, they've been missing for so many years, they're probably long dead in some remote mountain valley. Have you gone mad for a girl?"

He had eleven children, and none of them died young.

He's amazing.

These words pierced Song Xiangmei's heart completely.

She stared intently at the man in front of her, as if she were seeing him for the first time.

"You're really something."

Song Xiangmei wiped her face.

His eyes were filled with nothing but cold ashes.

"If you value your eldest sons and grandsons so much, then you should live with them."

"I'm not arguing with you. If you don't want me to be going through a divorce at my age and bring shame to your Nie family, just pretend I died before you."

The pipe in Old Nie's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

I was dumbfounded.

"What did you say? Divorce? Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, I've figured it out."

"I'll give you five dollars every two months from now on, but I'll never come back to serve you for even a single day, even if it kills me."

I also want to live a couple more years, to see Xiaochuan get married, and to find Erhua. I don't want to die with my eyes open.

"Old woman, you can't leave!" Old Nie panicked.

"Listen to me."

Song Xianglan sat in the courtyard with her arms crossed, listening.

With his messy, unkempt hair, Nie Laosi grinned when he saw Song Xianglan standing at the door. "Oh, Auntie's here too. My mom's back? Tell her to make me a bowl of noodles, I'm starving."

Song Xianglan glanced at him.

I always felt that Nie Laosi's head was glowing with green.

"Fourth brother," Song Xianglan said coolly without moving, "the grass on your head is growing quite thick. Did you go hunting in the mountains today too?"

Old Nie was taken aback and subconsciously touched his head.

"Third Aunt, how did you know? I went up the mountain and ran into a hunter from the next village..."

He was only halfway through his sentence.

He abruptly stopped talking, and his already dark face instantly turned as green as the grass.

He did go up the mountain.

He stumbled upon his own wife rolling around in the straw with that hunter.

His wife was a tough woman; she grabbed him and said, "Since you're already here, don't be shy," and dragged him into the grass.

He kept this matter to himself and didn't dare to say it.

How did Auntie know that?

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Song Xianglan took a step back in disgust, as if she had smelled some dog poop. "The Nie family has really good feng shui. Not only do they produce filial sons, but they also produce such a flexible and resilient bastard."

Your father is lying on the floor inside the house. Aren't you going in to show your filial piety?