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

Since everyone has decided to build a house, it's a done deal.

Zhou Fang stood up, patted the dust off his trousers, and said, "Since we're all home, Yu Kun and I will go find the captain now."

Song Xianglan stopped him, "Go to my room and get two packs of cigarettes."

Zhou Fang waved his hand, "I still have extra cigarettes left, just take mine."

He turned to look at Da Bao and Er Bao, who were playing wildly, and asked, "Are you two coming back or not?"

Erbao was riding on Nie Xiaochuan's back like a horse when he heard this, and shook his head like a rattle drum, "No. Bao wants to play here. There's meat to eat here."

Zhou Fang's face darkened.

Pointing to the second child, he said to the first child:

"Dabao, you're the older brother, you have to keep an eye on him. When he needs a beating, you have to do it, don't hold back."

Da Bao immediately stood up straight and rolled up his sleeves.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll start beating you up today."

Erbao was startled and scrambled off Nie Xiaochuan, sticking his bottom up and burrowing into Song Xianglan's arms, wailing, "My life is so hard—"

The little guy is a chubby little bundle of flesh.

The touch softened Song Xianglan's heart.

"Grandma, why don't you beat up my dad?" Erbao complained, looking up at her.

Song Xianglan laughed and pinched his nose, shaking it. "If you dare to try and steal my chicken coop again, I'll beat you up too."

Upon hearing this, Erbao realized he had lost his support, so he slid down and ran outside on his short legs.

"I'm going to go play with Gousheng."

Da Bao quickly followed.

Watching the two children run off into the distance, Nie Xiaochuan tidied his hair in front of the mirror on the washbasin stand.

He planned to give gifts today: two bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor) to each family, two cartons of red Friendship brand cigarettes, two tin cans of Haitai tea, and several boxes of beautifully packaged pastries.

"Third Aunt, I'm going to find Chunxia."

This is to deliver New Year's gifts to the elders in Chunxia's family.

Song Xianglan glanced at the pile of things. "Go ahead, drive carefully, and say it nicely."

Nie Xiaochuan delivered gifts by tricycle.

Song Xianglan followed to the courtyard gate and called out to Erbao, who was not far away, "Erbao, don't get your new clothes dirty."

The gate to Granny Yu's house creaked open.

Yu Pengfei pushed his bicycle out.

He had probably just returned from vacation, as he was wearing a slightly worn set of work clothes.

When he saw Song Xianglan standing at the door, he paused for a moment, his eyes darting away.

Finally, he whispered:

"Aunt Song."

"Pengfei," Song Xianglan looked him up and down, "Is the factory on holiday?"

"Um."

Yu Pengfei responded, not wanting to linger, and rode away on his bike.

The figure in the back no longer had the arrogance and vigor of a few years ago; instead, it exuded a gloomy and somber aura.

Only after Pengfei had ridden far away did Granny Yu rush out of the door with a large broom.

She was watching through the crack in the door when her son left.

I couldn't help it anymore.

"Some people can't live without a man," Granny Yu said sarcastically as she swept the floor. "They drag any man they see into their own home, aren't they afraid of breaking down the threshold?"

She'd been wanting to give this a piece of her mind for a long time.

I heard that Song Xianglan made a fortune after her divorce.

She felt as if she had swallowed a hundred flies.

Why is it that this woman can live such a comfortable life after getting divorced?

How could someone with such good luck still get a divorce?

They must have used some underhanded methods.

Song Xianglan was in a good mood.

Upon hearing this commotion, his expression instantly turned cold.

"Did you lick your old man Yu's scalp this morning?" Song Xianglan turned around and stared directly at Granny Yu. "You spew filth from your mouth and think you're eating foreign goods."

Liu Chounu, who was picking vegetables in front of her house, ran out with a basin in her hand. "Oh dear, today is the Little New Year, the day the Kitchen God goes to heaven. We can't quarrel, it's bad luck."

Granny Yu was so disgusted by Song Xianglan's foul language that she turned red in the face.

He rolled up his sleeves and pointed at Song Xianglan, cursing:

"You slut. You only bring young men into the house. My husband and I are respectable people, unlike you, who are shameless sluts."

Song Xianglan sneered:

"You have quite the taste; you like those old, stagnant latrines. You only find the smell of a thousand-year-old dried-up corpse ecstatic."

Did someone crack open your brain and fill it with two pounds of cat pee? All you ever say is that you like men.

"If you peeled off all the skin from your body and laid it out, it would stretch for two miles. Even that thick layer couldn't stop your lustful heart."

No wonder you're standing up for that scoundrel Yang Dashan. So you've got your eye on him? Wanting to sneak into the woods with an old man, all you ever talk about is being a slut.

That's a really harsh thing to say.

The neighbors who were watching the commotion couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Granny Yu was so angry that she trembled all over.

She did feel that Song Xianglan had gone too far by occupying Yang Dashan's homestead.

They even drove away Yang Jianjun, that "good kid."

"Pah! Don't you dare throw dirty water on me."

Granny Yu jumped up and down, cursing, "Men are the sky, women are the earth. What kind of family is it if there's no man to hold it up?"

"Jianjun is such a good kid. No matter what, he's a son of the mountains. How could you be so heartless as to kick him out?"

"Then take it home and raise it," Song Xianglan said, arms crossed, with a look of schadenfreude on her face.

"He's not my son."

"He's not my son either."

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes. "I have no interest in raising someone else's illegitimate child. If you feel sorry for him, then take him home and treat him like your own son. Anyway, your family isn't short of food."

Song Xianglan's unyielding attitude thoroughly stung Granny Yu.

The two stood at the door of Liu Chou Nv's house.

They were hurling insults at each other from several meters away.

The ugly woman rubbed her head, feeling as if life had returned to normal.

These two will start fighting.

The area in front of her house must be the main battleground.

The three daughters-in-law of Granny Yu's family hid inside the house, not daring to show their faces.

The situation is different on the Song family's side.

Upon hearing the commotion, Song Tingting and Shen Huijun immediately rushed out.

Shen Huijun was still holding a half-finished shoe sole in her hand. Seeing Granny Yu jumping up and down and spitting everywhere, she turned around and went back into the yard to pick up a worn-out broom used to sweep chicken droppings.

"Mom, catch!"

Shen Huijun called out and threw the broom to Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan caught the broom and swept it hard at the ground beneath her feet, raising a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough cough!" Granny Yu coughed repeatedly, choked by the cough.

Song Xianglan swept her leg again.

Yu Xiujuan, with her pregnant belly, got off the back of the bicycle.

She was returning to her parents' home to deliver New Year's gifts. She was wearing a slightly worn woolen overcoat and a red scarf around her neck, and she looked much more stylish than the other villagers.

"That damned Song the butcher bullied you again?"

The moment the words "Song slaughters pigs" were uttered.

The Song family's expressions all changed.

Shen Huijun walked up to Yu Xiujuan and spat hard in her face.

"Pah! You're so young, yet you have such a vicious mouth. Your throat is like a direct intestinal tract; you spew filth the moment you open your mouth."

Yu Xiujuan was sprayed with spittle all over her face.

I was completely stunned.

"Who...who are you?" She pointed at Shen Huijun, her fingers trembling with anger.

Shen Huijun haughtily turned her body, raising her chin even higher than her, "With your shabby appearance, what are you pretending to be, coming from a small town?"

Yu Xiujuan almost laughed out of anger.

Pointing her finger at her own nose, she said, "I'm poor? I married a city man; I'm a dependent of someone who receives government-subsidized food rations."

Shen Huijun rolled her eyes, her contempt genuine.

"She's from a small town. Just because she married a city guy, she thinks she's become a phoenix rising from the ashes? She's just a toad with a chicken feather stuck to her head."

"you……"

Yu Xiujuan stuck out her belly and said, "Don't think I'm afraid to fight you. I'm pregnant. If you dare touch me, I'll owe you a lifetime of regret."

Her belly was sticking out high, like she was carrying a gold ingot.

Shen Huijun looked at her belly.

I didn't back down either, and I stuck out my belly like she did.

The ugly woman standing to the side was stunned. "Huh? Huijun, are you pregnant too?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Huijun seemed to suddenly remember something. She touched her stomach, a look of surprise on her face, "Oh dear... I don't think I really have my period yet..."

Just as Song Xianglan was about to continue scolding Granny Yu, her mind went blank when she heard these words.

She gave me countless instructions and reminders.

Tell them not to have children yet, but to finish their studies first.

She turned to look at Shen Huijun, "That bastard Xiang Dong. He deserves a beating!"

When Shen Huijun saw that her mother-in-law was angry, she stopped paying attention to Yu Xiujuan.

He quickly ran over, grabbed Song Xianglan's hand, leaned his head on her shoulder, and spoke in a voice as soft as cotton candy.

"Mom, I wanted to get pregnant. You can scold me if you want."

Song Xianglan glared at her.

"Are you stupid? What time is it now? Pregnant women suffer so much!"

"You're not wrong, it's Xiang Dong's fault," Song Xianglan said through gritted teeth.

"Mom, I just want to have a child with Xiangdong. I'll only feel at ease if I have a child."

Shen Huijun said softly, her eyes slightly red.

In the past, she might have also felt that getting pregnant at this time would be a hassle.

But after having that dream and learning that Song Xiangdong was going to the southwest, the urge to become a mother welled up inside me.

Hearing this, Song Tingting clapped her hands with joy.

"I'm going to be an aunt."

Upon hearing this, Liu Chounu and Lin Gang's wife from next door all gathered around Shen Huijun.

"Oh, Huijun, this is great news!"

"Don't tell anyone, it hasn't even been three months yet."

"You look so healthy, you must be eating well. You're not showing any signs of pregnancy."

Everyone surrounded Shen Huijun, offering their congratulations in a flurry of words, their eyes filled with joy.

Yu Xiujuan, who was left out in the cold, was dumbfounded.

She touched her belly, standing alone in the cold wind.

Back in Xiaoquan Brigade, these old women would always surround her, asking her all sorts of questions.

But now, everyone is surrounding Shen Huijun, and no one is giving her a second glance.

This sense of disappointment was even more painful for her than the insults she had just received.

"Mom..." Yu Xiujuan called out, feeling wronged.