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

Yanjiazhuang was in an uproar.

They surged noisily towards the back mountain. Old Master Yan and his mother were at the forefront, followed by villagers who came to watch the spectacle.

When we reached the halfway point, a pungent stench made us roll our eyes.

When Yan's mother looked into the pit, she let out a scream and almost fainted.

The grave, which was originally intact, was dug up more than halfway, and the coffin lid was exposed, covered with yellow and black substances.

It was still dripping down through the crack.

"What terrible things have we done?" Mother Yan wailed, slapping her thigh. "Er Gou, I'm so sorry! I've made sure you can't even rest in peace in your death."

Old Master Yan's face turned ashen as he looked at the filth in the pit. He pointed at Nie Erhua, who was standing on the grave with her hands on her hips, laughing wildly, and cursed:

"Nie Erhua, you crazy woman! What are you doing? You'll be struck by lightning!"

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes.

"Then your Yan family was struck by lightning and turned into lightning-struck trees."

Nie Erhua's mind was clearer than anyone else's, but her expression was more insane than anyone else's.

She imitated her mother's usual shrewish manner.

He put his hands on his hips and stared so hard his eyes seemed to bulge out.

"You old codger, what are you doing?"

This roar shattered even the mother's cries.

The strict mother paused for a moment, then pointed at Nie Erhua, trembling:

"Who...who are you calling?"

"I'm calling you an old hag."

Nie Erhua took a step forward, her shoes covered in mud and excrement, but no one dared to stop her.

She grabbed Yan's mother's arm and dragged her towards the edge of the pit. "You want to go down and keep Er Gou company too, right? Come on, come down and have some hot food."

"Oh no, help! This crazy woman is killing people!" Mother Yan was terrified and desperately shrank back.

She's nowhere near as strong as Nie Erhua.

Nie Erhua muttered curses under her breath:

"That bastard Yan Ergou did nothing but filth while he was alive; he should be buried in shit and piss after he's dead."

"Let go!" Mother Yan screamed as she scratched at Nie Erhua's hand.

Song Xianglan watched coldly from the side. When she saw that Yan's mother was about to scratch Nie Erhua's face, she raised her foot to kick her.

Before her feet even touched anyone.

Nie Erhua flicked her wrist and pushed him away.

A muffled "thump" was heard.

Yan's mother threw herself onto the coffin lid.

The coffin lid was covered with a layer of old, stagnant excrement.

That lunge was solid.

Yan's mother buried her old face directly in the dung heap, and her cotton-padded coat instantly absorbed the indescribable liquid.

"vomit--"

The villagers who had been watching the commotion all took three steps back.

He covered his nose and gagged.

Nie Erhua's story isn't over yet.

She grabbed the empty wooden manure bucket next to her, laughed loudly, and slammed it down on Yan's mother's head.

"Putting on a hat! Giving the old hag a tall hat!" Nie Erhua clapped her hands, jumped up and down, and laughed. "Hahaha... The old hag likes this smell, she'll smell it some more."

Only then did Boss Yan realize what was happening, and he roared as he charged forward:

"mom!"

He and several of his relatives hurriedly pulled Yan's mother up and removed the manure bucket.

The mother's face and head were covered in yellowish soup.

He was still spitting out saliva; he was truly on the verge of excrement.

"Kill her! Kill this crazy woman!" Mother Yan screamed hysterically, gagging as she shouted.

The squad leader of the Yan family stepped forward, covering his nose, and frowned as he shouted:

"Song Xianglan, you're an elder, yet you bring a fool here in the middle of the night to dig up someone's grave. Is that something a human being would do?"

The surrounding villagers also pointed and whispered.

"Yeah, that's just too unethical."

"Respect for the dead is paramount; no matter how deep the hatred, one should not desecrate a grave or throw excrement at it."

Song Xianglan took a step forward, pulled Nie Erhua, who was about to rush forward, behind her, raised her chin, and spoke louder than the squad leader.

"Who is more immoral than your Yan family?"

Song Xianglan pointed at Yan's mother, who was covered in excrement and urine, and said, "My Erhua, my good eldest daughter, married into this family, and in just a few years, she has been tortured into this state by Yan Ergou."

"You even want to sell your children to old bachelors in the mountains! Your Yan family village is utterly despicable. We're being kind by not digging up your ancestral graves!"

She gave a cold laugh.

His gaze swept over the surrounding villagers.

"That ungrateful wretch Yan Lanlan went and cursed her own mother, saying that the old woman instigated it. Erhua was traumatized and insisted on coming to settle scores with Yan Ergou. How could I stop a madwoman?"

Upon hearing this, everyone...

His eyes changed.

Yan Lanlan is really outrageous; she still went and scolded her own mother even after she had treated her like that.

That's absolutely despicable.

"But... but you can't just throw manure around like that," a villager muttered under his breath.

Song Xianglan said confidently, "Even a madman who kills someone is not breaking the law, so what's wrong with throwing two buckets of excrement?"

Erhua said that Yan Ergou was heartless and needed to be bathed in excrement. Besides, this pit was created by God himself, so it would collapse to make it easier for Erhua to pour excrement into it.

This is blatant lying.

Yan Youde pointed to a pile of ashes that was still burning not far away: "What happened to that fire? Who was burning something here?"

Song Xianglan didn't even blink: "There was a fire when we bought the sewage. I reckon someone took a dislike to the Yan family and set the mountain on fire."

That's half true and half false, but it muddies the waters anyway.

At this moment, someone in the crowd said, "I saw the fire start when Erhua was carrying manure."

"Did you buy manure from Yan Dalong's family at the end of the village?"

Song Xianglan chimed in, "Yes. I bought it from them, two buckets for three yuan. I might come several times a year from now on."

These words were spoken.

The villagers who had been criticizing Song Xianglan fell silent instantly.

These days, a strong laborer only earns a few work points a day, but two buckets of manure can be sold for three yuan.

"How much? Three pieces?" One of the men's eyes turned red.

"That's right!" Song Xianglan pouted. "They even borrowed a carrying pole."

The crowd erupted in chaos.

"Sister Song, why don't you come to my house? My latrine is full. I'll bring it up for you even if it's only two yuan and fifty cents, let alone three yuan."

"My home is right at the foot of the mountain, very close. Two buckets for two yuan, including delivery to the grave."

"None of those will work."

A tall, thin man squeezed out and yelled at Song Xianglan, "Call me next time. I'll not only deliver manure, I'll dig the pits too."

"This shallow pit isn't enough; I'll dig it all the way up to your coffin and soak it completely."

A shirtless man next to him patted his chest and said:

"I'll just charge you a small fee for your help. I can even do it right here, it's hot and delicious."

Boss Yan's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The strict mother had just wiped the feces off her face.

Upon hearing this, her eyes rolled back, and she almost fainted.

"You...you bunch of beasts!" Boss Yan trembled, pointing at the group of villagers, "You're all from the same brigade, have you no shame?"

"Can you eat your shame?"

The tall, thin man sneered:

"Brother Yan, your Er Gou was no stranger to petty theft when he was alive, so why didn't you have any shame? Er Hua's wife has a deep-seated grudge, we're just helping others and making a little money at the same time, is that wrong?"

The situation was completely out of control.

It turned into a live bidding conference.

Song Xianglan didn't hesitate either, waving to the crowd:

"Alright! Let's call it a day. If the anger from the second child hasn't subsided by next year's Qingming Festival, we'll have to come again."

"I'll use whichever is cheaper. We'll make sure this Yan Ergou is thoroughly disgraced, even to the King of Hell."

"Okay."

"I'll definitely save the best aged manure for you."

Old Master Yan was furious, pointing at Song Xianglan:

"Pay up. You destroyed my family's grave and injured my mother. This matter won't be over until you pay me a hundred or two hundred yuan."

Song Xianglan sneered, "Fine, let's go to the commune police station and settle the score. Yan Lanlan is a member of the Yan family, and she angered Erhua to the point of having a relapse. How do you settle this score? Plus, the reason Erhua became mentally unstable is because your Yan family doesn't know how to behave."

I don't think we need to do much calculation. After offsetting both sides, give me another two hundred yuan to buy some supplements for my Erhua.

Boss Yan was so choked up that he rolled his eyes:

"You...you're trying to extort money!"

"Extortion? Then go to the police station and let the police judge it. Let's see if driving a good person crazy is a bigger crime, or bathing a dead person is a bigger crime." Song Xianglan wouldn't back down an inch.

These days, nobody wants to get involved in government affairs.

In particular, the Yan family itself has a dirty reputation.

Although Yan Ergou is dead, his reputation for theft remains. If things really get out of hand, the Yan family will be even more disgraced.

Yan Youde observed this situation.

Knowing that the Yan family would not benefit from continuing the commotion, especially with Nie Erhua still there holding a bucket of excrement, ready to charge over, they realized that further trouble would only bring trouble for the Yan family.

Yan Youde's face darkened. "Don't embarrass yourself at the commune during the New Year. Everyone go home."

Someone shouted, "Give Erhua a beating!"

Song Xianglan chuckled: "It's not illegal for a fool to kill someone. If you beat her up, she'll wipe out your entire family."

Everyone: ...

Song Xianglan snorted, "Erhua, let's go home. This place stinks; staying here too long will bring bad luck."

Before leaving, Song Xianglan shouted something to Boss Yan:

"Remember to wash it thoroughly, otherwise it will be difficult to apply a new one next year."

Looking at the filth in the pit and then at the two men who had walked away, Yan Laoda cursed angrily.

The villagers gradually dispersed, still discussing the business of selling two buckets of manure for three yuan.

No one sympathized with the Yan family.

"Brother Yan, what should we do with this manure?" a fellow clansman asked, covering his nose.

"Take it out!" Boss Yan said with a bitter face, adding that he would treat all the brothers from the same clan to a meal later.

Several people endured the nausea.

They took shovels and began shoveling away the layers of semi-dry, semi-liquid manure.

One of the villagers, who hadn't gone far, turned back and shouted:

"Boss Yan, I heard Er Gou used to hide a lot of treasures. Be careful when you're shoveling manure, don't shovel away the gold ingots!"

Old Master Yan froze, feeling utterly miserable.

What a load of rubbish about gold ingots.

The house was turned upside down, but not a single penny was found.

Now not only do I have no money, but I also have to shovel poop for this bastard.

"Get out!" Boss Yan roared.

……

The gate to Zhou Fang's house was tightly closed.

Two rosewood chests were open inside the room.

The gold bar that Nie Erhua had bitten was lying in the center of the table, with dozens of "big yellow croakers" neatly stacked around it, gleaming with an alluring yet dangerous luster under the light.

On the other side were calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, and a bag of bright green jade jewelry.

Zhou Fang's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his palms sweating profusely.

"Godmother, this...this is too much." Zhou Fang's voice trembled.

He had seen money before, but the sheer visual impact of mountains of real gold bars was overwhelming.

Song Tingting's eyes sparkled as she picked up a jade bracelet, slipped it onto her wrist, and then quickly took it off.

"Mom, how much is this worth?"

"It doesn't matter how much it's worth; what matters is that this thing can't be seen in the light of day for the time being."

Song Xianglan picked up the gold bar and weighed it in her hand, her expression grave. "This is stolen goods from Yan Ergou. Since we took it, it's ours."

Nie Erhua sat on the bench, no longer the crazy person she had been just moments before.

"This is something the four of us risked our lives for. If we split it, we're all in the same boat."

Song Xianglan nodded:

"Erhua is right. We'll divide the things into five portions. She'll take two portions from where she remembered. Tingting, Zhou Fang, and I will each take one. Any objections?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fang quickly waved his hand.

"No way. Godmother, I can't accept this. I only did the work of digging a hole, and I'm expected to get gold bars in return?"

Song Tingting smiled and said, "Brother Zhou Fang, you not only dug a pit on the mountain, but also carried the box back, and now you've hidden it in your house. You did a lot of work."

Zhou Fang was stunned.

Song Tingting lay on the table and pointed at the pile of gold bars with her finger.

"If you take it, we're on the same side, and no one will report anyone. If you don't take it, what if you change your mind later and report us?"

Although it sounds harsh, it is the truth.

Zhou Fang shook her head repeatedly, "I won't tell on you."

Song Xianglan also said, "Take it."

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "If I, Zhou Fang, dare to utter a single word, may I be struck by lightning and, after death, be soaked in filth like Yan Ergou!"

Song Xianglan smiled and patted Zhou Fang on the shoulder.

"Take one, but you can't spend these things for now. Keep the box buried in your yard. We'll talk about it again in a few years when things calm down."

"Third Aunt, here, take mine."

"I'll keep your share for now, and give it to you whenever you want to use it," Song Xianglan said to Nie Erhua.

"Third Aunt, you decide what to do. Anyway, I'm an idiot now, what would an idiot need money for?"

She gave Song Xianglan a chuckle, a hint of relief in her smile.

Yan Ergou's grave was dug up.

The excrement was spilled.

I've taken the money.

I've finally gotten rid of the resentment that's been building up inside me for years.