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

Song Xianglan hung up the phone and took out a dollar from her pocket and put it on the counter.

Sitting behind the counter was Chunxia, ​​the granddaughter of the brigade's Party Secretary.

This girl is twenty years old this year, has a decent appearance, and is a junior high school graduate, which is considered highly educated in this era.

In addition, there was a grandfather in the family who was the village party secretary.

He works at the brigade headquarters' sales outlet, and his standards are frighteningly high; he's been on dozens of dates but none of them worked out.

Chunxia took the money, her eyes darting around, and leaned closer, lowering her voice:

"Auntie, was that your nephew on the phone just now? Is he still single?"

Song Xianglan glanced at her.

"Yes, I have."

Chunxia didn't mince words. "Auntie, you know I don't like those people in our village who toil in the fields, nor do I like those who want to smuggle themselves to Southeast Asia to seek refuge with their relatives."

"Your nephew or grandnephew dares to venture into Guangzhou, that sounds interesting."

Song Xianglan pondered for a moment.

I went through all my unmarried nephews in the family.

The image finally settled on Nie Xiaochuan.

Xiao Chuan had a hard life in his past life. He didn't get married until he was over thirty, and he married a girl who was ten years younger than him.

Xiao Chuan is busy building his career outside.

That wife is always making a scene, begging for attention, needing to be pampered and kept company. It's not wrong for a woman to like having a man around, but it's difficult for her to have a man who has a career and can also do housework and cooking at home.

Even after having a son, she still didn't have a peaceful life.

The couple's feelings were completely worn down by trivial matters.

Xiao Chuan later told her that he was suited to find a woman who grew up in love.

He shouldn't have chosen a woman who lacked love.

The spring glow before us is not lacking in love; her carefree attitude is well-known.

As long as there's melon to eat, I'll use the sky as a blanket even if it falls down.

"There's someone who can complement you, but his family situation is a mess." Song Xianglan didn't hide anything, "My eldest sister's youngest son, Nie Xiaochuan."

Chunxia's eyes widened instantly.

That gossipy energy just wouldn't stay hidden.

"Is that the Nie family... the one where the eldest brother sent his own father away with a carrying pole?"

"Um."

Song Xianglan nodded, "Moreover, according to the customs of our hometown, when an elder passes away, either a wedding should be held within 100 days, or a three-year mourning period should be observed."

It has been over 100 days.

The wedding must be held three years from now.

You're wasting the girl's time.

I thought Chunxia would find it unlucky, but to my surprise, the girl slapped her thigh.

Happy.

"Three years is great. I was just worried that my family was pressuring me to get married, so this is a perfect excuse to come to my door."

Auntie, I want to see him when he gets back.

Song Xianglan was somewhat surprised.

This guy has a really unique way of thinking.

"Have you thought it through? His family has a bad reputation."

"Can reputation put food on the table? I'm not afraid of trouble, and I'm not afraid of arguments either. I have many brothers in my family; who would dare to slap me?" Chunxia was quite open-minded. "Auntie, could you ask around for me later?"

"Okay, we'll talk about it when he gets back. But you need to talk to your mom first, so she doesn't come back saying I tricked you."

"I know, I know."

Chunxia grinned and pulled a box of chestnut cakes from under the counter, shoving it into Song Xianglan's arms. "Auntie, have a taste. It's a rare find from the supply and marketing cooperative."

Song Xianglan didn't take it, waved her hand and walked out.

"Keep it for yourself, I still need to deal with that beast."

Chunxia immediately thought of "dealing with the beast".

His eyes shone even brighter than when he was listening to the blind date story, and he immediately locked the door of the sales point.

"Auntie, wait for me! I'm no different from a frog in a well in this lousy class. I can't miss out on the first big scoop."

The two left the brigade headquarters one after the other.

It was lunchtime, and there were quite a few people on the village road.

As soon as Song Xianglan turned the corner, she felt that the eyes around her were strange.

It was a look that was inquisitive, disdainful, and excited, like looking at a naked monkey.

There was an old lady named Wu by the roadside who loved to gossip.

Right now, he's holding his rice bowl and arguing with someone, spittle flying everywhere.

Upon seeing Song Xianglan approaching, he instead shouted at the top of his lungs, "Oh, isn't this busy Song?"

I heard business is booming now; they're busy not only during the day but even busier at night. Honest people like us can't compete with that."

The idlers nearby understood the lewd undertone in the conversation.

He let out a lewd laugh.

Song Xianglan paused, then looked over coldly.

Aunt Wu felt uneasy under that gaze, but she refused to admit defeat:

"I didn't make this up, your daughter-in-law said it. She said you're one of those pimps who take a bunch of old women to the county town to sell meat."

"Tsk tsk, at your age, you shouldn't do anything so immoral or outrageous. Aren't you afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night?"

Song Xianglan walked a few steps to Aunt Wu.

Aunt Wu shrank back in fright:

"What...what are you doing? Are you going to hit me?"

"I'd be too lazy to hit you, it would just dirty my hands."

Song Xianglan sized her up and down, her words as sharp as a knife.

"Looks like you're quite experienced, you've opened doors for ghosts quite a few times. If you're worried about being immoral, sew that filthy mouth of yours shut. You've had too much glycerin suppositories, haven't you? Your throat and intestines are connected backwards?"

"you--"

Aunt Wu's face turned a deep purplish-red, and she pointed at Song Xianglan for a long time without managing to utter a single fart.

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Song Xianglan didn't give her a chance to breathe at all, "If you want to sell, someone has to buy it."

Some things have a threshold; even buying and selling depends on looks. If you look like a mouse half-eaten by a dog, who, besides your man with his unusual tastes, would dare to eat you?

The surrounding laughter instantly changed direction.

They all went to see Aunt Wu.

"Your husband is a real gem. He can scare sows into miscarrying if you let him out in the mountains. No one in this world can satisfy him except someone like you."

Don't worry about it, nobody's going to fight you for that stinky pile of dog poop.

This output.

The scolding made Aunt Wu's skull throb.

She's only in her early forties, and she always thought she was still very attractive, but now she's been degraded to the point of being worse than a pig or a dog.

"Song Xianglan, you've gone too far!" Aunt Wu shouted, jumping up and down.

"If a dog bites me, I'll beat it up. What's the big deal?"

Song Xianglan turned around and walked towards the big banyan tree.

Chunxia followed behind, watching in astonishment, feeling incredibly satisfied, and wishing she could take out her notebook to write down all those words.

Her fighting ability is much stronger than her mother's.

We hadn't even reached the big banyan tree yet.

Then you could hear Chen Xiuqin's high-pitched voice floating around.

"...Really. I saw it with my own eyes. That widow surnamed Wang followed my mother-in-law into that little courtyard, and when she came out, her face was as red as a monkey's bottom."

Think about it, can you really do a decent job like that?

"My belt is loose."

Chen Xiuqin sat on the millstone.

Sunflower seed shells were scattered all over the ground, and a group of lazy, gossipy old men and women, eager to stir up trouble, surrounded the area.

"And that person from so-and-so's family, I won't name them, they used to be such an honest person, but now they've been led astray."

My mother-in-law was practically pushing all the old women in the village into a fire pit. It's only because I'm kind-hearted and refused to go along with it that I'm living the high life now.

"Sister-in-law Xiuqin, tell us about that position..."

"I didn't look closely, but I heard it. That noise..."

Chen Xiuqin spoke with great enthusiasm, and was about to make up a few more risqué jokes.

Sudden.

A powerful force struck.

Like an enraged lion, Song Xianglan rushed forward, grabbed Chen Xiuqin's hair, and pulled her down forcefully.

"ah--!"

Chen Xiuqin screamed in agony.

He was dragged off the millstone and slammed heavily to the ground.

Before she could react, Song Xianglan's big hand had already slapped her.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two sharp cracks silenced the entire area under the banyan tree.

"I took pity on you two and let you split up and get out of here. I didn't wipe you out completely, but you fucking had to be the one to act like a fool, didn't you?"

Song Xianglan grabbed her hair and it looked like two big blouses.

Her eyes were terrifyingly fierce. "Your mind is full of lewd thoughts, and you see everyone as someone like you, with your dirty secrets? Since you're shameless, I'll help you rip off that skin today."

Chen Xiuqin was stunned by the beating.

I felt like my scalp was being ripped off, and I was shouting:

"Help! My mother-in-law is killing her daughter-in-law!"

Song Xianglan tightened her grip, dragging her like a dead dog towards the stinking ditch beside her. "Didn't you like spewing filth from your mouth? Today, I'll let you eat your fill."

"Don't fucking try to claim any connection. Who the hell is your mother-in-law or daughter-in-law, you idiot?"

The people following behind advised:

"Old Song, Xiuqin is young and uneducated. She means well, but she just couldn't control her mouth and made a few jokes. You really didn't have to hit her like that!" An old woman from the Yang family came forward to play the good guy.

Song Xianglan seized the opportunity to berate the Yang family.

They cursed Yang Dashan and Yang Jianjun, calling them inhuman, and the Yang family members beasts in human skin. They also smeared the Yang family, saying, "They're full of evil schemes, specializing in incestuous relationships and keeping mistresses; how can you joke about something like that?"

Granny Yang: ...