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

The nephews that Song Lao Er brought along were truly impressive.

Once he got the "demolition" order from Song Xianglan, he never stopped working with his tools.

With a loud crash, the wooden window frame in the main room was deformed by a hammer blow, and shards of glass were scattered all over the floor.

Yan Ergou pulled up his pants and rushed out of the inner room.

Seeing this, his cloudy eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, and he pointed at Song Xianglan's finger and cursed:

"You shameless bastards! How dare you come and smash up my house? Is there no law anymore? Lanlan, go to the brigade headquarters and call for help. Get your cousins ​​over here."

He wanted Song Xianglan to be beaten until she screamed, just like Song Xiangmei.

Yan Lanlan had been hiding behind the door for a long time, and only came out reluctantly when she heard her father call her.

Two braids hung down her chest as she looked at Wenwen quietly.

Those eyes darted around, revealing a calculating edge.

She spotted Yan Shugen standing in the crowd, his fists clenched, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears, her voice becoming thin and strained:

"Brother, how could you bring outsiders to vandalize our own home? You have no conscience, you've gone too far."

Yan Shugen looked at his younger sister, who had always spoken ill of their mother on behalf of Yan Ergou since childhood, and felt a burning hatred in his teeth.

"Who's family with you? I'd be disgusted to even share a household registration with you."

How dare you talk about conscience?

"Our mother has been missing for so many years, have you ever asked her even once? Now that she's back, standing right there, are you blind and can't you see her?"

Yan Lanlan shrank back as she was scolded.

Tears streaming down her face, she looked at the villagers watching the commotion, sobbing with grievance.

"You're my own brother, how can you scold me like that? Our mother went off to enjoy a life of luxury back then, leaving me, a child of ten or so, to suffer at home."

"She's so heartless, how can I not hold a grudge? Aren't you all just jealous that we're doing well?"

That's a very skillful way of putting it.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Nie Erhua was a promiscuous woman who abandoned her husband and children.

The Yan family are the victims.

Song Xianglan felt her stomach churn upon hearing this, and she almost threw up her breakfast.

He took two steps to Yan Lanlan and said, "Is that a taboo of the Hui people between your two shoulders?"

With just a little effort, you could squeeze out two pounds of pus. You call being sold to some remote mountain village to have an old man's child a blessing?

Yan Lanlan took a step back, frightened by Song Xianglan's gaze.

She craned her neck and roared:

"Third Aunt, you're so rich, why bother with poor people like us?"

"If you really want us to acknowledge her as our mother, fine. Just give my family a hundred or two hundred yuan a year, and we'll definitely bring her back with great fanfare and treat her like royalty."

That's a statement made with absolute certainty.

It seems that Song Xianglan owes her eight hundred yuan.

Song Xianglan laughed in exasperation.

This isn't a daughter; this is a debt-collecting ghost reincarnated and hasn't drunk the Meng Po soup yet.

"You slutty, worthless piece of trash, do you think everyone has to give way to you?" Song Xianglan raised her hand and slapped Yan Lanlan hard across the face.

A crisp "snap" sound.

"If you dare hit me, I'll fight you to the death!" Yan Lanlan covered her face and screamed as she lunged at Song Xianglan.

Huang Ronghua's wife, who had been watching Nie Erhua closely, reacted quickly, grabbing Nie Erhua's arm and pulling her back, afraid that the crazy girl would hurt the patient.

Yan Lanlan had just rushed up.

He was slapped again by Song Xianglan, knocking him to the ground.

More and more villagers from Yanjiazhuang gathered outside the courtyard wall.

Someone with sharp eyes pointed at the woman huddled in the corner, her hair completely white and her body as thin as a skeleton, and exclaimed:

"Hey? Isn't that Erhua? She's really back."

"My God, is it really Erhua? She looks twenty years older than her older sister, Nie Dahua!"

"What a disaster! Didn't she say she ran off with some random guy? How did she end up like this?"

"My family said that Er Gou sold me for money."

The crowd pointed and whispered, their voices buzzing like flies.

Nie Erhua used to be so fresh and beautiful, but now she looks like a withered old tree bark.

Ignoring Yan Lanlan's tantrum on the ground, Song Xianglan turned and rushed towards Yan Ergou, who was preparing to crawl into the house.

"Run? Where to run?"

Song Xianglan grabbed Yan Ergou by the back of the neck and pulled him back sharply.

Yan Ergou yelled in pain and fell backward onto the ground.

"An old beast, a little bitch. If you can't live, then die. You dog-like bastards who deserve to be slapped on the left cheek and kicked on the right." Song Xianglan raised her foot and kicked Yan Ergou hard in the stomach several times.

The commotion inside the house grew even louder.

Song Lao Er and his gang had already smashed the Yan family's kitchen to pieces.

The large iron pot was carried out and thrown into the yard. Song Lao Er swung a shovel and shoveled it twice, creating two large holes in the bottom of the pot.

The rice and flour containers in the kitchen were all smashed.

White flour and rice were scattered all over the ground, mixed with the soil, making it completely inedible.

The main room was even worse.

The tables, chairs, and benches were all chopped into firewood with an axe, and the doors and windows were removed and trampled to pieces.

Several women rushed into the bedroom.

The scissors snipped and slashed, cutting the quilts and sheets into strips that flew everywhere like snow.

The wardrobe door was kicked open.

They pulled all the clothes out and threw them into the muddy puddle in the yard.

A piercing scream came from outside the courtyard gate:

"Robbery! God, I can't live anymore!"

The old woman plopped down on the ground, slapping her thigh and wailing loudly:

"My poor son married that jinx Nie Erhua."

"She ran off with some random man for so many years, shamelessly fathering a child outside, and now she comes back and tries to frame us. How can you be so heartless? You're taking advantage of us, a widow and her orphan."

This old woman's ability to distort the truth is unparalleled.

With just a few words, all the dirty water was poured back onto Nie Erhua.

pity.

Today she encountered the "Qingyang Street Cursing Team," carefully selected by Song Xianglan.

Liu Chunhua was the first to jump out, pointing her finger at Old Lady Yan and starting to berate her:

"Pah! You old hag, you're not wicked at all, you're always scheming and plotting. Your mouth is just like your asshole, uncontrollably spewing filth out."

It bares its fangs all the time. If you were thrown into a wild boar's den, even the wild boars would find you too stinky.

Orphans and widows?

"Yan Ergou is worse than a boar, calling you and your mother 'older' is shameless and brazen."

Widow Wang followed closely behind.

Hands on hips, voice louder than a megaphone:

"An old, dried-up corpse with yellow teeth, bad breath, and maggots in its armpits. When it opens its mouth, you'd think it was a crime scene."

She's a shameless old slut who pulls at the slightest movement of her lips and stretches out her hands for money the moment she opens her legs.

Your conscience has long since rotted away in the latrine. Did you feel comfortable spending the money from selling your daughter-in-law?

Aren't you afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night, chewing up your old bones and feeding them to the dogs? The dogs took one sniff and vomited for three days straight.

The old woman from the Yan family used her age to throw a tantrum, act shamelessly, and hurl vicious curses.

Nobody dares to mess with them.

But these old ladies today, their mouths are like chains, cursing without even taking a breath, and their words come one after another, flowing like water, like an old bitch wearing a bra—one after another.

Grandma Yan was stunned by the scolding.

He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word for a long time, his wrinkled face turning a liverish color.

Several male relatives of the Yan family, along with Yan Ergou's nephews, heard the commotion and grabbed carrying poles and hoes, intending to come over and help.

Liu Dahua's eyes widened.

Suddenly, he grinned at the man who was leading the group, who looked to be under forty, and pouted so wide that an oil bottle could hang from his lips: "Hey bro, come on, give me a kiss."

I know you like me.

The man rushed forward to show off his power, but suddenly saw an old face full of wrinkles and making faces coming closer.

Startled, I slipped and almost fell to my knees.

"Oh my god, that's terrifying."

The man's face turned deathly pale; it was a physiological fear. He would probably be traumatized by "kissing" for the rest of his life, and might even have to give up his nighttime activities altogether.

Keeping an ugly woman is even more ruthless.

She slowly extended her little finger, dug it into her nostril twice, and then flicked it at the men.

"Brothers, here's something good to eat to help you recover."

That dark blob traced a parabola in the air.

The men of the Yan family saw it clearly, and their stomachs churned. They all retreated, truly afraid of getting tainted by this unlucky stuff.

Grandma Yan sat on the ground, dumbfounded.

These... these are the tricks she usually uses.

How come everyone beat me to it today?

Before she could react, Liu Chounu had already rushed in front of her and swung her arm to slap her across the face.

"Snapped!"

This slap was powerful and heavy.

"You old hag! I've given you so many painkillers I still don't know where you're hurting. If you dare spew any more filth, I'll pull your tongue out, tie it into a bow, and give it to these old men."

The Yan family was completely suppressed.

The Yan couple next door could hear it all clearly.

Old Master Yan paced anxiously in the courtyard. He could hear the cursing from the other side of the wall, as if their ancestors for eighteen generations were jumping around in their coffins. This made his scalp tingle.

Yan Laoda's wife was packing her things inside the house.

While stuffing clothes in, he cursed:

"How shameful. What despicable things this family has done, selling their wife like that, they deserve to be beaten now."

She slung the bundle over her shoulder and pointed at Boss Yan's nose, warning him:

"Don't you fucking follow in the footsteps of your ancestors, doing despicable things like selling your wives. I'm going back to my parents' house for a few days; I won't get involved in this wicked business."

Boss Yan tried to stop him.

"What will happen to our family if you leave? They've been bullying the Yan family, and they even insulted Mom..."

"So what if I cursed your mother? That's too mild," Yan's eldest daughter-in-law sneered. "Why don't you curse someone else? Erhua came back saying Ergou sold his wife. Are you planning to sell me for some money someday too?"

After saying that, Yan's eldest daughter-in-law ran away without looking back.

They moved faster than rabbits, as if afraid of getting even a little bit of fishy smell on them.

Hearing the pig-like screams of his neighbor's mother, Yan Laoda felt a chill run down his spine.

But he didn't dare not go out. If his mother was really beaten and paralyzed in bed, he and his brothers would have to take turns caring for her, feeding her and tending to her every need.

Thinking of this, Old Man Yan gritted his teeth, picked up a door bar, and reluctantly opened the courtyard gate.