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

Yan Fangfang stood at the door, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, impossible to wipe away no matter how hard she tried.

She stumbled into the house, buried her face in Nie Erhua's arms, and burst into tears.

"Mom, it's me, Fangfang."

That shout was heart-wrenching.

Nie Erhua's body stiffened as she looked down at the woman in her arms, whose hair was dry and yellow and whose face was full of vicissitudes. Her gaze slowly shifted from blank to focused.

Her rough fingertips carefully touched Yan Fangfang's straw-like hair.

"Fangfang?" Nie Erhua asked softly.

"I am Fangfang." Yan Fangfang hugged her mother's waist tightly.

This cry released all the grievances she had held in the past few years.

Nie Erhua disappeared for less than two years, and at the age of fifteen, she was sold by Yan Ergou.

The man was twelve years older than her, had a violent temper, and would beat her when he was drunk. He said he had paid to buy her back to carry on the family line, so she shouldn't even think about going back to her parents' home.

these years.

Aside from Yan Lanlan, who was heartless and went to freeload, Yan Shugen would go to see her.

She never went back to her parents' home.

I've cried enough.

Yan Fangfang sobbed as she let go of her hand.

Song Tingting was quick and efficient. She went to the kitchen, filled a bowl with oyster rice, added two large pieces of braised pork on top, and handed it to Yan Fangfang.

"Fangfang, eat first, we'll talk after you've eaten."

"Thank you, Auntie."

Yan Fangfang took the bowl, her hands trembling.

She was extremely hungry.

She shoveled her food into her mouth, and the way she wolfed it down was heartbreaking.

Nie Erhua remained silent, staring intently at Yan Fangfang.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Song Xianglan sighed and gave Shen Huijun a wink.

Shen Huijun understood.

I went and poured a cup of hot brown sugar water.

After finishing the meal, Yan Fangfang's complexion regained some color.

"Third Aunt, I didn't mean anything by it," Yan Fangfang said, holding a glass of brown sugar water. "I just wanted to see if my mother was doing well. Seeing that she's warmly dressed, well-fed, and no one is beating her, I'm relieved."

She looked up, her eyes pleading.

"Third Aunt, please don't let my mother have any contact with Yan Lanlan and my man. They're like leeches, always after the meat. I don't want my mother to suffer anymore."

"And what about you?" Song Xianglan asked. "How did you manage?"

"I..." Yan Fangfang smiled faintly, "I'm fine. Although men have bad tempers, they also make money."

I have no worries about food and clothing, it's just... I just don't have time to take care of my mother.

She didn't dare tell the truth.

She was afraid of causing trouble for her third aunt, and even more afraid that Gao Youqian would have bad intentions after seeing Song Xianglan's magnificent house.

Nie Erhua suddenly reached out her hand.

He touched Yan Fangfang's belly.

Yan Fangfang froze. "Mom, I'm pregnant again."

"Again?" Nie Erhua asked.

"Yes, I had two girls before, this is my third child." Yan Fangfang touched her still flat belly, her eyes dim.

Nineteen years old is the prime of youth.

She, however, had been worn down by childbirth and the heavy farm work.

Nie Erhua stood there, stunned.

His lips trembled.

Nineteen years old... three kids...

Suddenly, Nie Erhua slammed her chopsticks on the table, stood up abruptly, and let out a beastly growl, "That damned Yan Ergou! He ruined me, and now he wants to ruin my daughter!"

If it weren't for Yan Ergou's misdeeds...

How did Fangfang end up in this state?

"Silly girl."

Nie Erhua's tears fell in a torrent as she turned to look at Song Xianglan.

"Third Aunt! Fangfang is only nineteen years old. Waaah..."

Song Xianglan felt a pang of guilt. "That beast Yan Ergou is too good to be dead. He's done so many evil deeds, he deserves to be exhumed and whipped!"

That's like a spark.

It instantly ignited Nie Erhua, this powder keg.

Nie Erhua abruptly stopped crying, her eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"Yes. I'm going to dig up his grave. I'm going to ruin his feng shui!"

When Yan Ergou was alive, he believed in all sorts of superstitious things. He would mutter to himself all day about how he had set up some kind of "great wealth and prosperity scheme" for himself and that it would bless his descendants after he died.

That's a load of rubbish.

"I'll go right now." Nie Erhua was a woman who acted immediately.

He turned around and rushed to the corner of the yard, grabbed a shovel, and was about to run outside.

This crazy energy just kicked in.

No one can stop it.

"Mom, where are you going?" Yan Fangfang was terrified.

He reached out to stop him.

Nie Erhua shoved her away with surprising strength: "Don't stop me! I won't swallow this insult until I wipe out his den."

Song Xianglan saw this situation.

I know I can't stop them.

Erhua is usually obedient, but once she gets stubborn, not even nine oxen could pull her back.

To be honest, she also wanted to loosen the soil around that Yan Ergou.

"Tingting, go and call Zhou Fang. Have him take Erhua on his tricycle." Song Xianglan made a quick decision. "Rather than letting her run around and get into trouble, we should go with her."

"Fangfang, you're pregnant, and the cemetery has a heavy yin energy. You should stay home." Song Xianglan pressed Yan Fangfang down.

Yan Fangfang gritted her teeth, a hint of hatred flashing in her eyes.

"Third Aunt, I'm not afraid. I want to scatter his bones too."

She hated that family.

She hated the father who brought her into the world but made her suffer so much.

"No. Your health can't take any more strain. Tingting, you stay home and look after her and Huijun," Song Xianglan arranged without room for argument.

Song Tingting was not about to miss out on such an opportunity.

His eyes darted around.

"Mom, I'll keep watch for you. There are too many people and too many eyes in Yan Family Village, we can't go without someone to keep watch. My sister-in-law is pregnant and definitely can't go, and Fangfang can't go either, but I have to go."

Song Xianglan didn't have time to argue with her and agreed.

Song Xianglan rides a bicycle.

Zhou Fang rode his tricycle, carrying Nie Erhua and Song Tingting straight to the back mountain of the Yan family.

When they arrived at the back of Yan's house, there was no one around.

Yan Ergou's grave is located halfway up the mountain.

"Dig!" Nie Erhua swung the shovel with great force.

Zhou Fang quickly followed suit and started digging.

Song Xianglan helped shovel soil from the side.

Song Tingting squatted on a large rock, watching the direction of the village warily.

Before long, the mound was dug up.

The coffin lid was exposed.

Nie Erhua threw down the shovel, panting heavily, her eyes bloodshot.

"Third Aunt, turn around," Nie Erhua suddenly said.

"What's wrong?"

"I need to poop and pee." Nie Erhua said as she unbuckled her belt and climbed onto the coffin lid. "Didn't he like to be clean? Didn't he care about feng shui? I'll make sure he stinks for this life and the next."

Zhou Fang quickly turned her back and ran away to a distance.

Song Xianglan was also somewhat amused and exasperated, but this method... was satisfying.

With a loud splashing sound, Nie Erhua defecated and urinated right on Yan Ergou's coffin.

This is not finished.

She pulled up her pants, looking quite satisfied, and pointed to a spot not far away.

"Third Aunt, that's his feng shui eye. That bastard made me transport things there in the middle of the night, saying it was some kind of seven-colored soil that could change my fate." Nie Erhua's mind was unusually clear now. "Dig that up too."

It was under a banyan tree about 100 meters from the grave.

Zhou Fang and Song Xianglan exchanged a glance.

Since we're here, let's dig to the bottom.

The three men took shovels and picks and began digging at the base of the tree.

The soil here is loose.

After digging about half a meter deep, the shovel suddenly made a "clang" sound, as if it had hit something hard.

"There's something here," Zhou Fang whispered.

He dug away the topsoil and found a rosewood box about half a meter square underneath.

The box wasn't very big, but it was incredibly heavy.

There was also a box of similar size buried next to it.

Nie Erhua leaned closer, "Yan Ergou can bury treasure?"

Zhou Fang lifted the box up with all his might. It had a brass lock hanging on it, which was rusted beyond recognition.

He picked up the pickaxe and smashed it twice against the lock.

With a "click," the lock broke.

Zhou Fang opened the box.

A burst of golden light nearly blinded the group.

Song Xianglan gasped and rubbed her eyes hard.

A whole box of neatly stacked "large yellow croakers".

Nie Erhua chuckled, grabbed one, put it in her mouth and bit down hard, leaving two rows of teeth marks: "Third Aunt, real gold."

"My goodness..." Zhou Fang's hands were shaking.

Then open the box next to it.

It was stuffed with straw. We pulled the straw aside.

All of them are scroll paintings and calligraphy.

There were also a few pieces of porcelain wrapped in cotton cloth.

At the very bottom were several translucent, emerald-green jade bracelets and pendants.

"Is this what Yan Ergou stole?" Song Xianglan's heart raced.

Yan Ergou was executed for theft, but the things he stole from those wealthy families were never fully recovered.

Everyone assumed he had squandered the money or transferred it elsewhere.

Who would have thought.

This bastard actually buried the stolen goods in the "feng shui eye" next to his own ancestral grave!

The so-called "seven-colored soil" for changing one's luck is just a sham.

Song Xianglan made a decisive decision:

"This thing can't be left here. If the Yan family knew there were mountains of gold and silver buried underneath, they would have dug it up long ago. We dug it up ourselves, so it must be fate."

"Zhou Fang, hurry up and move the truck upstairs," Song Xianglan instructed. "Get it to your house first."

Zhou Fang didn't say a word.

He picked up the box and ran to the tricycle.

The two boxes were placed at the very back of the truck bed, and then covered with a thick layer of old burlap sacks. Song Xianglan then went to the field next door and cut a large bundle of sweet potato vines, which were piled up messily on top of the vines, making them completely invisible.

"Fill the pit," Song Xianglan said softly.

The group worked quickly and efficiently, filling in the pit they had dug and tamping down the surrounding soil.

Song Xianglan gathered a pile of dry thatch from the side.

They piled it on the newly filled soil, struck a match, and lit it.

The flames swept across the ground, burning away all traces of fire.

Even if someone notices that a fire has been burned, they will only assume that it was a child playing with fire or left behind from burning paper money during a ritual.

"Zhou Fang, take the things back to your yard and hide them well, so no one can see them."

Song Xianglan instructed that she did not want Yan Fangfang to know.

Zhou Fang nodded, got on the tricycle, pedaled quickly, and disappeared into the night in a flash.

Song Xianglan, Nie Erhua, and Song Tingting stayed where they were.

"Third Aunt, everyone who sees it gets a share. Let's divide these treasures among the four of us."

"You're at a disadvantage if you split it among four people."

Nie Erhua looked refreshed and said, "I didn't lose out. It's all thanks to you guys. It was Yan Ergou who stole it, it's not mine."

Song Xianglan took Nie Erhua to the end of the village.

They found a house that looked rather poor and knocked on the door. An elderly woman in her sixties answered.

"Big sister, I'd like to buy two buckets of manure." Song Xianglan handed over three yuan.

These days, even manure is considered fertilizer, and three yuan is a high price. They immediately filled two large buckets with old, stale manure.

Nie Erhua didn't mind the weight.

He found a carrying pole, picked up two buckets of manure, and headed up the mountain.

Returning to Yan Ergou's grave, Nie Erhua tilted the bucket to one side.

"Splash—"

The stench was overwhelming.

Two large buckets of sewage flowed down the cracks that had been dug earlier.

It was all poured into Yan Ergou's grave.

"May you sleep in a latrine for the rest of your life. May you be reborn as a dung beetle in your next life." Nie Erhua stood with her hands on her hips, cursing loudly at the grave.

An elderly woman from Yanjiazhuang happened to witness this scene from a short distance away.

Nie Erhua, who is usually silly, is carrying a bucket of manure and pouring it on her husband's grave.

He was laughing wildly as he poured the water.

"My goodness..." The old woman scrambled back, shouting, "Something terrible has happened! That idiot has vandalized the Yan family grave."