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

Song Xianglan pressed down on the back of Chen Xiuqin's head with one hand and grabbed hard in the ditch with the other.

She grabbed a handful of black mud mixed with rotten leaves, silt, and unknown filth, and shoved it into Chen Xiuqin's mouth.

"Ugh—! Cough cough!"

Chen Xiuqin struggled desperately, trying to pry Song Xianglan's wrists with both hands, while kicking her legs wildly in the mud.

"Swallow it."

Song Xianglan pressed her knee against Chen Xiuqin's back, her voice sharper than the June sun, "You think you're so good at spouting nonsense? You think you're so good at making things up? I think you're just too full and have nothing better to do, so I'll give you some more spice."

Chen Xiuqin rolled her eyes as she was blocked by that lump of stinking mud.

The stench assaulted his senses, making his stomach churn. Just as he was about to vomit, Song Xianglan smeared a handful of mud on him, shoving it back down.

The faces of the idle men and women around them twitched as they watched.

Song Xianglan is usually unreasonable.

He's a living devil the moment he takes action.

The idler who had started the commotion swallowed hard, his eyes darting around, thinking that this matter couldn't just be left like this.

Although Chen Xiuqin's words were harsh.

But one thing struck a chord with them—where did this money come from?

These days, who doesn't want to get rich?

Song Xianglan's family built a Western-style house and ate meat.

If you say there's nothing fishy going on, who would believe you?

"Song the butcher, stop focusing on hitting people!"

The idler stepped forward, a smirk on his face. "Xiuqin's words are harsh, but they make sense. If you're doing legitimate business, what are you afraid of people saying?"

If there really is a way to make money, please help out our fellow villagers too. Secretive business dealings inevitably raise suspicions.

The greed in the eyes of the old women watching the commotion was undisguised.

He also chimed in:

"That money came from dubious sources; who knows if it's from speculation or profiteering? That could land you in jail."

Song Xianglan straightened up and shook the mud off her hands.

These scoundrels are idle and can't stand seeing others do well.

When conjunctivitis flares up.

They wish they could torture someone to death.

Before she could even speak, Chunxia beside her moved even faster.

Chunxia pulled a handful of White Rabbit milk candies from her pocket; children rarely get to see even one during the Chinese New Year.

She waved her hand and called out to the two teenagers who were peeking around, "Ergouzi, Tiedan! Come here!"

The two boys, both teenagers, stared wide-eyed at the sight of the candy.

Chunxia shoved the candy into their hands.

"Go and call the brigade leader's wife, Widow Wang, and Aunt Liu over here. Tell them that someone is trying to take away their livelihood and cut off their source of income."

"Okay."

The two boys took the candy, not caring about whether or not they were going to break their rice bowls.

It took off running, faster than a rabbit.

Taking advantage of the lull in the water, Chen Xiuqin finally spat out most of the mud from her mouth and burst into tears.

"Waaaaah... Song Xianglan, you'll die a horrible death. All I did was tell you the truth!"

"You old bastard, you swindled so much money from my family! That house should have belonged to Jianjun. You get rich and enjoy yourself while our family starves. How can you be so heartless?"

She wiped her snot on her sleeve while crying.

That face was both ferocious and ridiculous.

"Is it wrong for me to want to live in a good house for the sake of the army and my children? You're holding onto all the money; that's like sucking the blood out of the Yang family."

That money must have come from pimping. I've never heard of women earning more than men. They're all involved in extramarital affairs.

Song Xianglan bent down and grabbed Chen Xiuqin by the collar.

They would lift someone up halfway and then slap them several times.

Chen Xiuqin's face swelled up instantly, and when she opened her mouth, two blood-stained teeth flew out and landed in the muddy water.

Song Xianglan pointed at her nose, "You lazy bum, besides spreading your legs and waiting for a man to support you, you don't know anything about making money."

You, with your maggot-infested heart and mere envy, wouldn't even dare to dream of such a skill.

"What's going on? Who dares to bully our people?"

A loud shout came from afar.

Immediately following was a series of hurried footsteps.

Aunt Liu was seen leading the way, carrying a carrying pole in her hand.

Behind her followed a large group of women, each carrying a tool—some with brooms, some with fire pokers, and some even with kitchen knives.

These women usually followed Song Xianglan to transport goods.

He developed a rather fierce and assertive personality.

Now, the mere mention of someone wanting to take away their livelihood makes them so angry they could set the whole village on fire.

"Which rotten-tongued person called us sluts?" Aunt Liu rushed over and immediately spotted the group of old women still pointing and gossiping.

She didn't say a word.

He rushed forward, jumped, and kicked Aunt Wu, the one who was leading the gossip, hard in the buttocks.

"Ouch."

Aunt Wu screamed and fell face-first into the nearby woodpile.

Aunt Liu didn't care about anything else.

Once you get on top of it, you'll get a flurry of punches, each one landing squarely.

"You old fool, spreading rumors here? I'll teach you to spread rumors and be a smart aleck."

"You're so poor that even rats would shake their heads at you. You don't know how to work and earn work points; all you do is lie around gossiping."

"Even my dog, Gou Sheng, knows to cut pig feed to earn work points. You're so old, what have you been doing all this time? Staring at other people's crotches all day long, are you crazy for men?"

The women who followed behind saw this.

How can you still hold back?

"Beat them! Beat these blabbermouths to death!"

Even the usually docile Widow Wang was now enraged. Grabbing a handful of bamboo branches she had just pulled from the roadside, she lashed out at the idler who had been grinning the most lewdly.

"To teach you to do inhuman things and spread rumors."

Liu Chunhua was even more ferocious. She grabbed one of them with each hand and slammed the two gossipy women who were trying to run away together, making them see stars.

The area is closed.

Those idlers originally just wanted to have some fun and take advantage of the situation, but they had never seen anything like this before.

The twenty-odd old women became ruthless.

Their fighting power is even more terrifying than that of a wild boar.

Someone tried to fight back, but as soon as he raised his hand, three or four women held him down, scratching his face and pinching his flesh, making him scream in pain.

"Stop hitting me. I was just asking." The leader of the idlers covered his face, which was covered in bloody welts.

Chunxia stood on the perimeter.

He didn't make a move, just crossed his arms and sneered.

Some people tried to slip away in the chaos.

Chunxia, ​​with her sharp eyes, immediately shouted in her loud voice, "Liu Ershou's wife, don't run away! Didn't you just ask Aunt Song how much money she had? Are you trying to borrow money or rob her?"

"Big Cannon Mom. Didn't you say you were going to report us? Stay and explain yourself."

"And you, Stinky Ear, weren't you the one who started that dirty joke? You were so enthusiastic about it, how come you're mute now?"

The person whose name was called shuddered.

He tried to run away, but was blocked by onlookers.

A man tried to cover Chunxia's mouth, but before his hand could reach her, Chunxia punched him in the eye socket and then kicked him in the kneecap.

"Ouch—!" The man's face turned purple.

Chunxia rubbed her wrist, her eyes shining.

"My brother is the head of the security department at the commune's oyster farm. How dare they touch me? Do they think they can turn the world upside down just because my brothers kicked me out of the house?"

Those around who were about to make a move immediately backed away.

Who dares to mess with this formidable female demon, the brigade party secretary?

That's the kind of person who's always protective of their own.

In the ditch, Chen Xiuqin was too weak to scream after being beaten. Half of her body was submerged in the stinking water, and blood mixed with mud dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She just couldn't understand it.

How could her mother-in-law, who used to be so easy to manipulate, have managed to raise such a reckless team?

"Stop it, all of you!"

A furious roar pierced through the crowd.

The brigade leader, along with the accountant and the women's director, came running over, panting.

Upon seeing the scene before him, the captain's head began to buzz.

A group of grumbling idlers and shrewish women lay on the ground.

What made his eyelids twitch the most was that his wife, Liu Chunhua, was riding on top of a man, pulling his hair with one hand and preparing to stuff dirt into his mouth with the other.

That fierce posture.

That fierce look in his eyes.

He's a spitting image of the second Song the Slaughterer.

"Chunhua, get down here."

The captain roared until his voice was hoarse, "What kind of behavior is this?!"

Liu Chunhua paused, slapped the dirt in her hand onto the man's face, stood up, and dusted herself off.

He looked completely unconcerned.

"Don't make a fuss. His mouth is dirty, I'll wash it for him."

Song Xianglan also walked up from the ditch.

She coldly watched the brigade leader and the group of village officials who followed him, pointed at Chen Xiuqin in the ditch, and then at the people on the ground who had been beaten black and blue.

"Captain, you've come at the perfect time."

Song Xianglan's voice was steady, "This Chen Xiuqin is spewing filth and colluding with this group of social scum to spread rumors and cause trouble, slandering female comrades for having affairs."

"Is the brigade going to handle this? If not, we'll go to the commune and the county to ask the Women's Federation for a settlement."

"Go to the Women's Federation. Report them for hooliganism."

More than twenty women shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

The captain looked into Song Xianglan's frighteningly calm eyes, then glanced at his own wife who was still eager to try, and felt a chill run down his spine.

A bunch of tigresses came down the mountain.

If this matter isn't handled properly, the village will probably never have a peaceful life again.