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

The captain, his face dark, looked at the chaotic scene and was about to adopt a superior demeanor to give a few words of reprimand.

Song Xianglan's icy voice came crashing down.

"Captain, Party Secretary."

Song Xianglan looked around, her gaze landing on the faces of the villagers who were watching the commotion with great interest. "This matter today is not just about me, Song Xianglan."

Chen Xiuqin started talking and said that more than twenty women of us went to the county town to sell meat to Mr. Zhao.

If word gets out, what will outsiders think of our Koizumi Battalion?

The buzzing around them subsided a bit.

Song Xianglan raised her voice eight octaves: "They would say that the women of the Xiaoquan Brigade are immoral and the men are all cuckolds."

Who would dare to marry their daughter into our village in the future?

Who would dare to marry a girl from our village?

Chen Xiuqin is trying to wipe out all the families in our brigade; she's trying to dig up the ancestral graves of everyone in Xiaoquan Brigade. She's making sure outsiders point fingers and curse the entire Xiaoquan Brigade for being cuckolded.

Chen Xiuqin sobbed, "No."

The sound was too soft and was drowned out.

The villagers, who had been watching the show with their arms crossed, changed their expressions.

In rural areas, reputation is everything.

If a family produces a woman who is considered promiscuous, the entire clan will be ashamed.

If an entire village becomes a den of iniquity, then the marriage prospects of children will be ruined.

The few people who had just been joining in the commotion suddenly felt a chill run down their spines and shrank back, trying to hide behind the crowd.

"What? Now you're scared?"

Song Xianglan sneered, "Weren't you laughing quite happily just now? Didn't you want to hear what was going on? Let's see who still wants to laugh."

The crowd was deathly silent.

The man who had been hit by Chunxia earlier spoke with a smirk:

"Aunt Song, that's too harsh. We were just joking around, who would take it seriously?"

We're all from the same brigade, we see each other all the time. It was just a joke, why make such a big deal out of it?

"Yeah, yeah, just kidding."

Several people nearby quickly chimed in, "Everyone, let's disperse, let's disperse."

"joke?"

Widow Wang, who had been silent all along, suddenly rushed out.

Her hair was disheveled, and there were still tear stains on her face, but her eyes were so red they looked like they wanted to devour someone.

Widow Wang pointed at the man's nose.

With a hoarse voice, he said, "Last night I saw you and your own mother whining in the same bed."

The noise was so loud your old man was hiding his head like a turtle. I think you quite like it too.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The man's face turned a deep shade of liver, and he jumped up, cursing:

"Widow Wang, what nonsense are you spouting? I'll tear your foul mouth to shreds!"

"Oh? You're in such a hurry already?"

Widow Wang: "We're all from the same brigade, I was just joking. Why are you so petty? Can't you even take a joke?"

Weren't you laughing quite happily when you were making fun of us for selling meat?

The man was trembling with anger:

"Are you kidding me? That's my mom!"

"You know that's your mother, right?" Widow Wang suddenly erupted, her screams so loud they hurt your eardrums. "Am I not a human being? I also have parents who gave me life. Just because my husband died, does that mean I deserve to be treated like this?!"

She cried and cursed, her face covered in tears and snot.

But no one dared to laugh.

"You beasts, you see widows like you see bones and flesh."

They're all talk and no action during the day, and then they come banging on my door at night. I always keep a kitchen knife or scissors under my pillow.

How many times have you smashed my windows? You've been propping the door shut with a table every day.

Hearing the noise of someone jumping over the wall, I was so scared that I didn't dare to close my eyes all night, and you all accused me of being unchaste.

Sister Song helped me out, allowing me to earn a living through my own labor and enabling my child to go to school, and yet you still insist on forcing us to our deaths. I simply don't want to remarry. Isn't the stigma of being a widow a stigma too?

Widow Wang became more and more agitated as she spoke.

He grabbed a stone from the ground and smashed it hard.

"Since you won't let us live, then none of us should live. If anyone dares to gossip again, I'll go to their house tonight and set it on fire, burning all of you bastards to death."

His crazy energy stunned everyone.

Song Xianglan helped Wang the widow because she understood her predicament. She always believed that women in every corner of the world should understand the difficulties women face in life and should help each other.

Many honest men with daughters felt bad and began to criticize:

"Exactly, that's too much. How will they face anyone after their reputation is ruined?"

"This kind of foul-mouthed person must be severely punished. Otherwise, the atmosphere in our village will be completely ruined!"

The brigade secretary frowned deeply.

This matter has blown up and will be difficult to handle.

If this is reported, the Party Secretary will also be criticized.

"Alright, alright." The Party Secretary waved his hand, trying to be a peacemaker. "That Chen Xiuqin is indeed a chatterbox. Let her make an apology on the radio later, and also punish her with some work points."

We're all neighbors; it wouldn't look good if this got taken to the commune. What do you think, Brigade Leader?

The captain was also having a headache; Song Xianglan was now a powder keg.

He didn't want to cause trouble either, so he quickly nodded:

"Yes, criticism and education will be the main approach. Um... everyone, go back to work."

The voice just fell.

Liu Chunhua threw down the clod of dirt in her hand, put her hands on her hips, pointed at the brigade leader, and started cursing:

"Is your brain filled with mush? They're smearing me with dirt, saying I'm selling myself, and you're still taking the bad guys' side? You actually think it's comfortable to wear this green hat?"

The captain's face turned green:

"You tigress, what nonsense are you spouting!"

"From now on, you'll have to cook for yourself and mend your own underwear when it gets torn."

"I'm not putting up with this anymore. I'm going to go out and 'sell myself,' you don't care anyway." Liu Chunhua also had a fiery temper and was about to go on strike on the spot.

Chunxia stared wide-eyed at the Party Secretary.

"Grandpa, how could you be this kind of grandpa? Protecting thugs who bully women?"

I'm so disappointed.

I'll go to the county to find my uncle and tell him that you have a problem with your ideological awareness.

The village secretary nearly choked on his own granddaughter's words, his beard trembling: "You...you brat."

In the end, he couldn't bear to say a harsh word to his granddaughter.

Song Xianglan looked at the two men who were still trying to smooth things over and sneered:

"It seems the brigade can't handle this. Since they can't, let someone who can handle it take over. Go to the police station and report them for hooliganism and defamation."

"Okay," Huang Ronghua's wife replied.

The idlers were terrified when they heard the term "hooliganism".

These days, hooliganism is a serious crime; you could get shot if you're not careful.

"No, no, no, Aunt Song."

……

Less than half an hour later, a sidecar motorcycle carrying two bicycles roared into Xiaoquan Brigade.

Three uniformed police officers jumped out of the car, handcuffs strapped to their waists, looking imposing.

Just look at this scene.

The idle man who had been so defiant just moments before instantly became a spineless coward.

Chen Xiuqin tried to slip into the crowd amidst the chaos, but Zhao Di, with her sharp eyes, grabbed her hair and pulled her back.

"Where do you think you're going? Weren't you so capable just now?"

"Ouch! It hurts so much. I'm not running, I'm not running!" Chen Xiuqin cried out in pain, her face swollen like a pig's head, her body covered in stinky mud, looking as disheveled as could be.

The police officer listened to the situation with a dark expression.

"They incited a disturbance, spread rumors and slander, and insulted women. They should be thoroughly investigated when they return."

The idler was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he pointed at Chen Xiuqin and began to wail:

"Officer, it was all this bitch who said it. She said she saw Song Xianglan leading the women in having affairs. I just overheard it and made up some nonsense. She's the mastermind."

The others also said that Chen Xiuqin spoke first.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiuqin erupted in a frenzy of cursing:

"You heartless bastards. You started the insults, and then you touched someone's thigh. Now you're trying to pin it on me."

"Officer, he was trying to take advantage of her. And this guy has a personal grudge against Liu Dahua."

Several people started fighting right in front of the police.

They were spitting at each other, their previous arrogance completely gone.

The police impatiently pulled them apart.

"Alright. Take them all!"

Six or seven people were being led towards the village entrance.

The villagers all pointed and whispered, and not one of them showed any sympathy.

Just then, a discordant voice suddenly arose from the crowd:

"Officer, where did Song Xianglan's family get so much money? Aren't you going to investigate? There's definitely something fishy going on. Speculation and profiteering are illegal, aren't they?"

He usually talks about being an idle person.

They've been envious of Song Xianglan's family building a Western-style house for quite some time now.

The police officer leading the group stopped and glanced back at the man, looking at him as if he were a fool.

"First of all, economic issues don't fall under the jurisdiction of the public security bureau. If you have evidence, you can report it by name. If you're just making things up without evidence, then you'll end up like them, coming back to the station with me for a few days."

The man shrank back, still unwilling to give up:

"Then...what are they doing every day carrying net bags and baskets out of the village? Surely they're not going sightseeing?"

"Want to know?"

Widow Wang stood to the side, brushing the dust off her trousers, and said coolly, "We're going to collect clams on the beach. What law says farmers aren't allowed to go to the beach to collect clams?"

"Yeah, is catching some small shrimp illegal?"

"Prying oysters is hard work. If you're envious, go try it yourself. But I doubt you can even handle the hardship!"

The women around him retorted in a cacophony of voices.

The man was taken aback.

"I don't believe it! You can build a Western-style house from that junk?"

The police officer scoffed, "That's the difference in awareness. People get rich through hard work, they're willing to use their brains and put in the effort, what are you so envious of? The current policy encourages getting rich through hard work, stop thinking about crooked ways all day."

Qingyang is located by the sea.

The policy direction was announced early.

Public officials are quick-witted and know that things are about to change, so they tend to think more highly of diligent people.

After saying that, the police waved and escorted Chen Xiuqin and her group into the car.

Go ahead and go.

The car just left.

Widow Wang turned around and stared intently at the man who had just wanted to thoroughly investigate Song Xianglan.

"Ladies, what did that guy just say? He said he was going to investigate us?"

When the man saw the twenty-odd menacing old women surrounding him, his legs trembled. "Hey, I... I was just asking casually..."

"Ask your grandma your leg!" Widow Wang was the first to rush forward and slapped her across the face.

"Beat him. Beat this conjunctivitis bastard to death."

More than twenty women swarmed forward, raining blows upon them. The screams echoed under the banyan tree, even more agonizing than Chen Xiuqin's earlier cries.

Song Xianglan stood aside and watched this scene without stopping it.

In this world, if you don't want to be bullied, you need to have fists, money, and a ruthless streak that makes people afraid to mess with you.

After this battle...

No one in the Koizumi brigade dared to spit at the group of women anymore.

Even the village dogs would tuck their tails between their legs and walk away when they saw them.