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

The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze.

Chen Xiuqin stood with her hands on her hips, looking completely at ease.

"Mom, everything's ready on my brother's end. When are you going to give up your job at the slaughterhouse?"

Song Xianglan put down the broom.

He slowly wiped a boning knife with a rag in his hand, the blade gleaming white in the afternoon sun.

"No."

The two seemingly casual words sent Chen Xiuqin staggering.

"What did you say?"

Chen Xiuqin thought she had misheard and raised her voice.

I said, no.

Song Xianglan finally raised her head and put the gleaming knife aside.

"That job is mine, why should it be given to your brother?"

"You! Didn't you promise me that?"

Chen Xiuqin was so angry that her chest heaved.

"How could you go back on your word, you old codger!"

My brother has already told everyone, and the whole village knows.

"Aren't you making my Chen family lose face?"

Song Xianglan sneered inwardly.

In her past life, she was intimidated by the phrase "unable to lift her head".

With a soft heart, he gave up his secure job.

The results of it?

Chen Dabing was lazy and loved to eat, and was sold by the slaughterhouse after only a few months.

I lost my job.

The whole family swarmed around her like leeches, sucking her blood and causing unrest in the family.

She has no recollection of ever promising anything in her life.

"Go find whoever agreed to that."

Song Xianglan stood up, brushed the dirt off her pants, and said, "I didn't agree."

"Song Xianglan!"

Chen Xiuqin no longer calls her "Mom," but addresses her by her first name.

"This isn't over until you give the job to my brother today!"

Don't push me too far, or I'll... divorce Jianjun!

It's that trick again.

They had Yang Jianjun firmly in their grasp, and thus, they held her life in their hands.

In her past life, Song Xianglan was so terrified when she heard the word "divorce" that she agreed to everything.

She looked at her daughter-in-law throwing a tantrum and didn't bother to say another word.

Song Xianglan picked up the broom and weighed it in her hand.

Chen Xiuqin was still making threats:

"If you don't agree today, I'm going back to my parents' house right now and I'll let my parents and brother be the judges!"

Let the whole village see how your Yang family bullies people!

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a gust of evil wind.

"Snapped!"

The thick, hard bamboo stick lashed out at her calf, making her scream in pain.

"Ouch! You hit me again?"

Chen Xiuqin jumped up, hugging her legs, and looked at Song Xianglan in disbelief.

This old woman, whom she had always had completely under her thumb, actually dared to hit her?

"What are you doing?" Song Xianglan slapped her back with a broom again.

"I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents: what filial piety and manners really mean!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The broom fell to the ground repeatedly.

The whipping caused Chen Xiuqin to run wildly around the yard, crying and screaming for her parents.

"You're insane! You've gone mad! You've killed someone!"

"Divorce? Go ahead and get a divorce!" Song Xianglan shouted as she hit her. "Get out of here and get a divorce right now!"

"It's good that we're divorced. I'll let that bastard stay single forever."

Chen Xiuqin was completely stunned by the beating.

Her most prized manipulation techniques had completely failed.

Isn't this old hag afraid of getting a divorce?

She scrambled into the kitchen, panting heavily, before daring to point at Song Xianglan.

"You...you just wait! You just wait!"

Song Xianglan threw the broom down.

He stood in the courtyard, his expression calm.

She knew what Chen Xiuqin was going to do.

Chen Xiuqin rushed out of the kitchen, carrying a large piece of pork wrapped in oil paper.

That was the pork belly that Song Xianglan brought back from the slaughterhouse today; it weighed more than three pounds and had a good balance of fat and lean meat.

"If you don't let my brother have a good time, you won't get to eat meat either!"

Chen Xiuqin's eyes were red.

It was filled with hatred.

"I'll take it back to my parents' house right away! Our family will eat this meat!"

Song Xianglan blocked the entrance.

"Put the meat down."

"I won't!"

Chen Xiuqin hugged the pork even tighter.

"These are our Yang family's things. I'm Yang Jianjun's wife. Why can't I take them?"

"You are no longer."

Song Xianglan said slowly and deliberately:

"Aren't you going to get a divorce?"

Once you're divorced, you'll have nothing to do with the Yang family anymore.

You have no right to have this meat.

Chen Xiuqin launched into a tirade:

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

Song Xianglan didn't waste any words with her and went straight for it.

Chen Xiuqin was no match for Song Xianglan, who worked in the slaughterhouse year-round and possessed astonishing strength.

In just a couple of moves, Song Xianglan snatched the pork from her arms.

Chen Xiuqin missed her target and landed on her bottom.

She started throwing a tantrum, rolling on the ground, and wailing loudly.

"This is outrageous! The mother-in-law beats her daughter-in-law and even steals her flesh!"

"Yang Jianjun! Where the hell have you been?! Your wife is going to be beaten to death!"

Song Xianglan turned a deaf ear.

She took the piece of pork, turned around, and went inside.

I found a clean piece of oil paper, carefully rewrapped it, and tied it tightly with straw rope.

After doing all this.

She carried the meat and walked straight out the door.

Chen Xiuqin's wailing was left behind.

I had just reached the entrance of the village.

He bumped right into his son, Yang Jianjun, who was returning home from work.

"Mom, where are you taking the meat? I think I heard Xiuqin crying just now. What happened at home?" Yang Jianjun asked, looking puzzled.

Song Xianglan didn't stop walking, and didn't even glance at him.

"Your wife wants a divorce, you should take her to get a divorce right away."

After saying that, she walked past her bewildered son and headed towards the town's middle school without looking back.

……

In the school office, a teacher's helpless words of advice could be heard.

"Song Tingting, your tuition and fees for this semester have been almost a month overdue."

If you don't pay soon, the school will expel you.

Song Tingting stood in front of the teacher's desk, her head bowed low.

She clutched the hem of her clothes, her fingertips turning white.

He couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

She wants to study.

But she didn't dare ask her family for money.

All the family's money was given to her eldest brother and sister-in-law; her mother was a notoriously biased woman.

She didn't get a single penny of the family's money.

But the educated youth in the village said that only by studying could one find a way out.

Teacher Wang sighed, just about to say something more.

Song Xianglan carried the heavy bag of pork and walked step by step to her desk.

With a "bang".

The bag of pork, tightly bound with straw rope, was placed heavily on Teacher Wang's desk.

The slight oil seepage instantly left a mark on the yellowed tabletop.

Teacher Wang was so surprised that she stood up from her chair.

Song Tingting also suddenly looked up at her mother.

Then he looked at the piece of pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat on the table, and froze.

Song Xianglan completely ignored their shock.

"Teacher Wang, this is meat from the slaughterhouse. We won't get paid until the end of the month."

Look, about my daughter Tingting's schooling...