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

Yan Lanlan was drenched in the bucket of icy, dirty water and screamed as she ran to the roadside before daring to stop.

The half-damp cotton-padded jacket clung to my skin, feeling like countless tiny knives scraping against it.

She turned around and spat fiercely in the direction of the Koizumi Brigade: "You old hag, you damned shrew. One day I'll burn down your dilapidated building."

Despite my cursing, I was even hungrier.

Yan Lanlan rolled her eyes, wiped the dirty water off her face, and saw a young man riding a bicycle. She quickly asked him if he could take her to the commune.

Upon arriving at the commune, she used her youthful appearance to take a bus to the neighboring commune.

She went to find her older sister, Yan Fangfang.

Yan Fangfang married Gao Youqian from the Gao family.

The Gao family lived in a village in the neighboring commune, and their living conditions were average.

Yan Fangfang was not yet twenty years old, but her back was hunched over like a soulless puppet.

The firelight from the stove illuminated her face, which was covered in soot, and her eyes were blank.

She misses her mother.

But she never went to look for him.

Her mother-in-law always scolded the Yan family for cheating her into marriage, saying that they spent a lot of money to marry her, but the Yan family produced someone who got shot, and she had to work twice as hard to atone for her sins.

He was lost in thought.

The curtain was suddenly flung open, and a sour, rancid smell rushed in.

"Big sister."

Yan Fangfang was so frightened that her hand trembled and she almost dropped the fire tongs on her foot.

Looking up, I saw Yan Lanlan, soaking wet and looking utterly disheveled.

Yan Lanlan didn't even glance at her older sister.

Another gust of wind rushed out and into the main room.

Her eyes darted around her brother-in-law, Gao Youqian, before she grabbed his sleeve.

"Brother-in-law, I have something important to tell you!"

Gao Youqian was squatting on the ground weaving baskets when he was so overwhelmed by the stench that he almost vomited. He frowned and tried to pull his hand back.

"What are you doing? What kind of behavior is this, pulling and tugging like that?"

"I'm Lanlan."

Yan Lanlan held on tightly, lowering her voice and speaking mysteriously:

"Let me tell you, my mom's struck it rich now. She works for my third aunt and earns several dozen yuan a month. That old woman hoards the money and won't let us spend it. You're the son-in-law, you should go ask her for it; you'll definitely get it."

Hearing the word "money".

Gao Youqian's beady eyes lit up instantly.

He looked Yan Lanlan up and down; her clothes were so dirty that their original color was unrecognizable, and they were truly disgusting.

"Don't try to fool me with those words."

Gao Youqian disgustedly pulled out his sleeve and patted it as if it were dirty. "Your mother, that idiot, can earn tens of dollars? You're kidding me."

"You stink! Don't make my house dirty, get out of here!"

Gao Youqian didn't want Yan Lanlan to stay at his house.

This girl has no sense of propriety; she eats like she's starving. She practically scoops all the food into her own bowl as soon as she sits down at the table.

Tell her to leave.

They wouldn't let her stay at the Gao family's house.

Yan Lanlan never expected that this greedy man would not believe her.

He was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet.

Turning to look at Yan Fangfang who had just entered, she burst into tears.

"Big sister! Aren't you going to take care of me? I'll get beaten to death at home, can't I just spend the New Year at your place?"

Yan Fangfang stood up, feeling helpless.

He hesitated and didn't say anything.

As soon as the curtain in the main room was lifted, Gao Youqian's mother, Granny Gao, started cursing.

"Is my home a shelter? Why would I need to support an idle person like you!"

With her triangular eyes narrowed, Granny Gao pointed at Yan Fangfang and began to berate her: "She must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to marry a daughter of your Yan family."

She was supposed to be a virgin, but her father is a murderer and her mother is mentally challenged. She swindled us out of so much money in dowry, and now she wants to have a mistress to freeload off us? Dream on!

"I don't eat for free. My mom has money."

Yan Lanlan screamed.

"You have no money whatsoever. If you had money, you wouldn't be dressed like this." Granny Gao picked up a broom and tried to chase them away. "Seeing people from the Yan family brings bad luck."

"If you hadn't shamelessly forced your way into this, my son would rather stay single than marry such a piece of trash."

Yan Fangfang lowered her head.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she dared not utter a sound.

Yan Lanlan is not one to be bullied.

Now that she's barefoot, she's not afraid of those wearing shoes. She jumped up, pointed at Granny Gao's nose, and started cursing:

"You old hag, watch your mouth. Why don't you take a piss and look at your son in the mirror?"

"Your son is such a shorty, he's not even as tall as the stove. Even a small cut on the back of his hand with a knife would be bigger than his eye."

His nose was so flat it looked like it had been trampled by a cow, and his mouth was full of dog poop with his teeth bared, enough to scare children to tears on the street.

My older sister is like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung that's been rolled around in by dung beetles. You're getting a good deal and then complaining, why don't you let your son divorce her and remarry? I'd like to see who's blind enough to want someone like that.

This barrage of insults.

He was both vicious and cunning, leaving everyone in the room stunned by his insults.

Gao Youqian was so angry that his face turned liver-colored.

Granny Gao let out a howl and charged forward with a broom in hand: "You little bastard! I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Yan Fangfang was terrified.

He rushed forward and hugged Granny Gao, then turned and shouted to Yan Lanlan:

"Go away! Stop talking!"

Yan Lanlan jumped up and down, cursing again: "A whole family of shameless hypocrites who do both things and act like idiots."

Yan Fangfang rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a freshly roasted hot sweet potato from the stove, shoved it into Yan Lanlan's hand, and pushed her out into the yard.

"Lanlan, please go! I'm begging you!"

Yan Lanlan was holding a sweet potato.

Still not satisfied standing at the courtyard gate, he took a bite and shouted loudly:

"Big sister! You're a complete wimp. What are you doing hanging out with these two ugly girls? Come with me to find Mom! She's got money now, she'll definitely take care of you!"

"Get out!" Gao Youqian grabbed a carrying pole from the doorway, ready to strike.

Yan Fangfang slammed the door shut and leaned against it, panting heavily.

Before she could even recover from her shock...

With a sharp "smack," Granny Gao slapped her hard across the face.

"You traitor! That's the family's food rations, and you're feeding it to that mad dog?" Granny Gao shouted, jumping up and down. "You're not allowed to eat lunch today!"

Yan Fangfang covered her face, tears streaming down her face through her fingers.

Then came another "smack".

This time, Gao Youqian is the one with the money.

The slap was so hard that blood seeped from the corner of Yan Fangfang's mouth.

Gao Youqian's face darkened: "You sent your sister, that shrew, to insult me? I think you're asking for trouble."

Finished.

Gao Youqian looked at his wife, who was covering her face and crying, and suddenly it dawned on him.

That crazy girl just said my mother-in-law is rich.

Making tens of yuan a month is impossible, but ten yuan a month is not bad either.

Gao Youqian's expression changed instantly.

He pulled his mother away when she was about to hit him again, put on a pained expression, and reached out to touch Yan Fangfang's swollen face.

"Fangfang, look at you, why did you make Mom angry?" Gao Youqian's voice softened, carrying a nauseating hypocrisy. "I only hit you because I was furious. Does it hurt?"

Yan Fangfang shuddered.

He instinctively tried to dodge, but Gao Youqian grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Lanlan was right, you should go see your mother-in-law." Gao Youqian's eyes darted around. "You've been married for so long and haven't been back at all. It's not right not to go during the New Year. Do you miss your mom?"

Yan Fangfang bit her lip.

Of course she wanted to, but she was even more afraid of Gao Youqian's scheming.

"I...I'm not going," she said in a trembling voice.

Gao Youqian slapped his thigh and said, "Not only do we have to go, but we also have to stay for two days. That way, I'll take you to the commune to buy two catties of chicken cakes as a New Year's gift."

I'll take you to Xiaoquan Brigade and then come back. You should stay with your mother-in-law for a few days; if she's happy, her mind might clear up.

Yan Fangfang looked up at her husband, her heart turning ice-cold.

She knew he was after the money.

"Then... are we taking the child?" she asked softly.

"Why bring the child!" Gao Youqian's face darkened. "Leave the child at home with my mother. You go to the restroom alone."

Gao Youqian acted quickly, forcing Yan Fangfang to change into a dress without patches, and then went to the commune to buy the cheapest chicken cake. He then rode his bicycle to take her to the entrance of Xiaoquan Brigade Village.

"Go on, say nice things to your mother-in-law, don't stand there with that deadpan face." Gao Youqian gave her a push, turned around and rode away on his bike.

……

The aroma of food filled the Song family courtyard.

Yan Lanlan's commotion did not affect the Song family's mood.

After packing her things, Song Xiangmei sighed and said to Song Xianglan, "Third Sister, Erhua can stay here a few more days. I have to go back to the county. Old Zhao is urging us to get the fried food, saying that his children want to take it with them when they come back for the New Year."

After seeing Song Xiangmei off.

The kitchen became Nie Erhua and Song Tingting's domain.

Nie Erhua can only keep her mind from wandering when she is busy with her hands.

She has excellent knife skills, slicing meat into evenly thin slices.

Song Tingting tended the fire under the stove, and the two worked together seamlessly.

The hot oil in the iron pot sizzled.

A pot of oyster rice is simmering, the rice grains absorbing the fresh flavor of the oysters. Lift the lid, sprinkle in some chopped garlic leaves, and then cover the pot again to simmer for two minutes.

A small earthenware pot was simmering with old duck and taro soup. The soup was milky white, and the taro was so soft and tender it was almost melting.

The braised pork belly was stewed until it had a bright red color, and fried tiger-skin eggs were added to it.

There was also a large plate of oyster and seaweed stew, so delicious it made your eyebrows fall off.

Blanched lettuce is crisp and refreshing.

Add a plate of freshly fried crispy pork and fried fish pieces, and the table is full of food.

When the last dish, steamed fish, was served, Shen Huijun called out with a smile, "Time to eat! Sister Erhua's cooking is truly amazing; the smell alone makes me hungry."

Just as Song Xianglan picked up her chopsticks, a timid voice called out from outside the courtyard gate.

"...Third Aunt...Mom..."

The people in the room were stunned for a moment.

Nie Erhua's chopsticks fell onto the table with a "clatter".

Everyone turned to look.

There was a woman standing at the door.

She was not yet twenty years old, but she was wearing a drab, ill-fitting cotton-padded coat. Her hair was dry and yellow, her face was sallow and covered with fingerprints, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were so deep that she looked like a woman in her thirties who had suffered a lot.

Song Xianglan's heart skipped a beat.

Fangfang looked like she had been half-eaten.

Women worn down by life are not uncommon.