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

The last bit of warmth in Song Xiangmei's heart dissipated completely.

What is the point of living this life?

He worked like a slave for this fortune, only to have his hard-earned money used by the old man to pay off other people's debts when he was old.

In his father's eyes, the missing Erhua was less important than a few beams in the house.

She recalled how, when her fifth son sacrificed his life, her daughter-in-law remarried with her grandson, and the old man didn't even try to stop her.

At that time, I only thought that the fifth son's wife was forced to remarry by her own family and the eldest son and a few others. Now that I think about it, the old man didn't say a word about it.

I'm heartbroken now.

Song Xiangmei's eyes were empty and hard.

"Old man, don't come looking for me again. I'm telling you this: even if I die, don't even think about burying me in the Nie family ancestral graveyard. We'll die in different graves."

After saying that, she didn't care about the old man's reaction inside the room.

He turned and left the courtyard, walking unsteadily towards the back mountain.

Song Xianglan did not stop her.

They followed behind at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

On the back slope.

There stood a longan tree whose bark had been smoothed by being touched.

That was planted by Lao Wu and Song Xiangmei before Lao Wu joined the army.

The tree trunks are now as thick as a thigh, but the people who planted them have long since turned into ashes in the martyrs' cemetery.

Song Xiangmei threw herself onto the rough bark of the tree, her fingers digging into the trunk, her cries sounding as if they were being torn from her chest.

"Xiao Yi! If you were still alive, your mother wouldn't be without anyone to support her."

The mountain wind rustled the leaves.

Song Xiangmei cried so hard that her whole body trembled.

That was grievances that had been building up for decades.

"Your mother is incompetent; she couldn't even keep your son. She took him away and remarried..."

Song Xiangmei pressed her forehead against the tree trunk, banging it repeatedly. "Mom is sorry. If I could find your second sister and let Xiaochuan get married, Mom would have no regrets in this life."

How could there be no regrets?

Song Xiangmei knew that the pain of losing her child would not fade with time.

It will take root in her heart and entwine around her soul.

It was riddled with wounds, yet still breathing. That's why she initially agreed to let her daughter-in-law remarry with her child.

She cried for about half an hour.

Song Xiangmei straightened up.

She wiped away her tears, the sorrow in her eyes receding, replaced by a fierce determination.

"Third Sister."

Song Xiangmei turned around, her voice hoarse, "Today I'm going to vent all the anger I've held in my heart for the rest of my life."

Song Xianglan: "Sister, that's right. Whoever makes you unhappy, you'll make their whole family unhappy. Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it for you."

The two sisters descended the mountain one after the other.

Back in the Nie family courtyard, Song Xiangmei went into the storeroom and grabbed a shovel without saying a word.

Song Xianglan wasn't idle either; she picked up a hoe as soon as she saw it.

The two men, filled with murderous intent, headed straight for Master Nie's house.

Nie Laoda and Zhao Xiaofang had just returned from the health center after getting their wounds bandaged.

The couple were sitting in the main room, cursing and complaining about Song Xiangmei's lack of appreciation.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, Song Xiangmei kicked one of the two thin wooden doors of the kitchen away.

"Who is it! Are you looking to die?" Zhao Xiaofang screamed and jumped up.

Then came a series of cracking sounds.

Song Xiangmei swung a shovel and started smashing the pots and pans on the stove.

The large iron pot was smashed with a loud clang, the rough porcelain bowls in the cupboard were shattered all over the floor, and even a jar of lard was overturned by the shovel.

"Ah! My oil! My pot!"

Seeing the mess on the ground, Zhao Xiaofang stomped her feet in distress and rushed out, ready to fight, yelling, "Song Xiangmei, you crazy woman, how dare you smash up my house!"

Boss Nie also rushed out, limping.

Pointing at Song Xiangmei's nose and cursing:

"Mom, are you crazy? I'm your eldest son. You don't have to be so ruthless to cut ties with me."

The surrounding villagers who had come to watch the spectacle quickly formed a circle around them.

Song Xiangmei slammed the shovel on the ground, pointed it at Nie Laoda and Zhao Xiaofang, and said in a sharp, shrill voice:

"How dare you mention the word 'eldest son'? I, Song Xiangmei, never gave birth to a beast like you."

Enraged, she disregarded all decorum and pointed at Zhao Xiaofang's swollen face, shouting loudly:

"Fellow villagers, be the judge! This shameless harlot is trying to push her own mother-in-law into a pit of fire. She wants me to seduce the old man and sleep with him."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

The villagers forgot to eat from their bowls and stared wide-eyed.

"My God, are Boss Nie and his wife really that heartless?"

"Is this even human?"

"I knew Zhao Xiaofang was a scumbag, but I never expected her to be this despicable."

A barrage of disdainful glances pierced them like needles. Boss Nie's face turned purple, and Zhao Xiaofang was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground; their reputation was now completely ruined.

"You're talking nonsense!" Zhao Xiaofang screamed hysterically.

"I heard it with my own ears!" Song Xiangmei's eyes were bloodshot, and she spat all over Boss Nie's face. "I'm going to smash this wolf's den to pieces today!"

Zhao Xiaofang was also consumed by anger and lost her reason.

Amidst the constant whispers and murmurs around her, she simply shouted out what was on her mind:

"You're already so old, what's there to be shy about? He's a retired cadre. He only gave you this opportunity because he can't move around anymore."

If you had any brains at all, you could just use your hands and mouth to bounce it a few times.

We'll get our bankbooks too, and our retirement pensions aren't small. What are you, an old hag, pretending to be so high and mighty for?

People around: ...

What kind of outrageous and inhumane words are these?

young people:……

I don't quite understand.

Old Man Nie arrived, panting and being helped by others.

He had initially believed what Boss Nie said and intended to scold Song Xiangmei for being unreasonable, saying that even if she didn't come back to serve him, she shouldn't have gone and vandalized his eldest son's house.

But as soon as they reached the door, they overheard Song Xiangmei and Zhao Xiaofang's conversation.

Old Nie is selfish.

Patriarchal.

He is also a person who is extremely concerned about his image.

If this gets out, won't he lose all face?

How will his grandsons ever get married?

"Boss, is what they're saying true?" Old Nie asked, his hand trembling as he pointed at Boss Nie.

Boss Nie's eyes darted away.

"Dad, it's all a misunderstanding. Xiaofang was just making things up because she was angry with Mom..."

"fart."

Song Xianglan added with a cold laugh, "Your wife is speaking from the heart, not just saying it out of anger."

Old Nie's head exploded with a "buzz".

His pitiful self-esteem completely collapsed.

He abandoned his wife for his sons, only to find out that his eldest son was such a heartless bastard.

"You beast! I'll beat you to death, you beast!"

Old Man Nie, with strength he didn't know he possessed, snatched the hoe from Song Xianglan's hand and charged at Old Man Nie like a madman.

He's old, and he's been faking illness these past few days, not eating properly, and his steps are unsteady.

That hoe wasn't really meant to hit the boss; it was meant to hit Zhao Xiaofang's arm.

Old Master Nie was also getting anxious. Seeing that the old man was going to use something serious, he instinctively grabbed a carrying pole leaning against the wall, wanting to block it.

"Dad, don't listen to Mom's instigation!"

Old Master Nie shouted as he swung his carrying pole.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Old Man Nie wanted to bypass Old Man Nie and go after Zhao Xiaofang, but Old Man Nie wanted to protect his wife, so he didn't know his own strength and swung the carrying pole outward with force.

"Snap!"

A dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The sturdy jujube wood carrying pole slammed solidly into the back of Old Man Nie's head.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Old Nie froze for a moment, and the hoe in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only a hoarse "gurgle" came out of his throat.

Immediately afterwards, he fell straight backward.

"what……"

The onlookers screamed.

Song Xiangmei was just a few steps away when she watched helplessly as the old man collapsed. Her legs buckled and she almost knelt down.

Song Xianglan reacted quickly and caught her older sister under her armpit.

Old Nie fell to the ground, his body twitched twice, and a pool of dark red blood quickly spread under the back of his head.

"dad……"

Nie Lao Er, Nie Lao San, and the green-headed Nie Lao Si, who had just arrived, happened to witness this scene.

"Big brother, what are you doing? How dare you hit Dad!"

Old Nie's eyes turned red. He rushed forward and kicked the stunned Old Nie to the ground, then straddled him and began punching him repeatedly: "You beast! You beast!"

Boss Nie was holding his head and trembling all over.

He was rambling incoherently:

"I didn't mean to... He was trying to hit Xiaofang... The carrying pole slipped..."

"Quickly, save them! Call a tractor!"

The villagers realized what was happening and hurriedly went to call for help.

Old Nie was lifted onto the village's hand-operated tractor.

Song Xiangmei, Song Xianglan, and Nie Lao Er also followed.

The tractor sputtered and puffed out black smoke, bouncing wildly on the bumpy dirt road.

Old Nie lay in the hard back of the truck, his face ashen, pinkish blood foam constantly gushing from his mouth.

Song Xiangmei knelt beside him, trying to stop the bleeding with her hands, but she couldn't.

Old Nie stared intently at Song Xiangmei with his cloudy eyes. The person he had wronged the most in his life, yet also relied on the most, was his wife.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to shout "Old woman, it's so cold!" but he couldn't catch his last breath and made a gurgling sound in his throat.

Upon seeing the fifth brother in military uniform, Old Man Nie reached out towards the air.

Making a "hoho" sound from his mouth:

Fifth brother, I don't want to die. I've let your mother down; what will happen to her if I leave her all alone?

But... his head tilted to the side and he stopped moving.

The tractor hadn't even traveled five miles.

The person is gone.

Song Xiangmei stared blankly at that lifeless face, unable to even cry, as if her soul had been ripped away.

When the police arrived in the village, they handcuffed Nie Laoda, who was still fighting with his brothers.

Boss Nie was still howling there:

"Why are you arresting me? My father died, and I have to break the pot. You can't arrest me."

"That was an accident."

"Whether it's unexpected or not is not for you to decide." The police officer said coldly as he led him away.

Zhao Xiaofang collapsed to the ground.

This time, he was so scared that he wet his pants and didn't dare to say a word.

The Nie family was in complete chaos.

When Nie Dahua, Nie Sanhua, and Sihua heard that their cousins ​​had gone to report the news, they rushed back, only to be met with a scene of wailing and lamentation. Only Wuhua, who had married the furthest away, could not be contacted.

Song Xianglan coldly observed the room full of filial sons and grandsons.

My heart was completely unmoved.

She settled her dazed older sister in the inner room, then turned and went out to go home.

After returning home, Song Xianglan found Wang Zhihe, took out a handful of ten-yuan notes from her pocket, and stuffed them into his hand.

"Zhihe, please make the trip to the slaughterhouse to find Gan Zhiyuan. Just tell him what I said, and ask him to cut half a pig."

"I'm going to Niejiazhuang tomorrow, so I'll have to trouble you with the treat." Having already promised the workers a treat, he had to keep his word.

Wang Zhihe nodded.

They said they would arrange the dinner.

Song Xianglan then pulled her daughter, Song Tingting, aside and whispered instructions:

"Tingting, go to school early tomorrow and tell Grandpa Zhao that something happened here and your aunt can't come back for the time being."

Also, let Sister Lin Fang stay at Grandpa Zhao's place for a few more days; don't rush to rent a place.

"Mom, how is Auntie?" Song Tingting's eyes reddened.

"The Nie family is in disarray now, a bunch of wolves are eyeing your aunt. I have to stay there and keep your aunt company."