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

When Song Erge heard Song Xianglan say "change to fresh cow dung," the wrinkles on his face twitched.

He managed to squeeze out a dry sentence: "Third sister, what are you saying on New Year's Day?"

Harmony in the family brings prosperity in all things.

We're family, so if we all just say one less thing, it'll be fine, right?

You know your second sister; she's always been competitive and obsessed with saving face. It won't hurt us to give in a little.

Song Xianglan peeled a piece of peanut brittle. "Since harmony in the family brings prosperity, then go and talk to Song Xianghe. Tell her to shut up that foul mouth of hers; jealousy will make her die before tomorrow."

Song Erge choked, "Her temper..."

"Does her bad temper mean the whole world has to indulge her? Am I her mother or her father?"

Song Xianglan crunched on peanut candy, "Second brother, don't think that just because you're the head of the family you can always make your sister-in-law give in to save face."

My second sister-in-law has been married into the family for so many years, have you ever stood up for her even once? What have you done for her?

Brother Song opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.

Is it really necessary for a family to be so petty?

"Men are expected to compromise because they're obsessed with saving face and won't budge an inch. Women are expected to compromise because harmony in the family is paramount, and taking a step back opens up a world of possibilities."

"If you tolerate it for a moment, they will take an inch; if you give in, they will take an inch."

Song Xianglan couldn't be bothered to look at his pathetic state any longer.

He turned around, lifted the curtain, and went out into the kitchen.

Second Brother Song: ...

"My third sister's temper hasn't improved at all since she was a child."

Brother Song: ...

The kitchen was steaming hot.

The eldest sister-in-law was slicing cured meat, while the second sister-in-law was squatting in front of the stove tending the fire, her eyes red-rimmed.

The third sister-in-law and the fourth brother's wife were also working.

Seeing Song Xianglan enter, Song's second sister-in-law put down the fire tongs she was holding. "Third sister, those words just now... only you would dare to say them, and only you would speak for me."

Sister-in-law Song stopped stabbing.

He sighed and didn't say anything.

Song Ersao felt that she had lived half her life as if her brain had been repeatedly squeezed out of the door, and all she thought about was saving face for her husband.

"Since I married into the Song family, everyone has asked me to make concessions."

In the past, I had to listen to my parents-in-law so that people wouldn't say I was unfilial.

After the family separated, they had to consider the needs of a large group of relatives and friends, and also be mindful of the opinions of the elders in the clan.

Every time Song Xianghe comes back and causes trouble, I have to put up with it, saying it's for the sake of family harmony.

As I endured it, I forgot what kind of temper I used to have. I was also born of parents, why should I be her punching bag?

Every time she gets sarcastic and sarcastic remarks, I still eagerly prepare things for her to take back.

Sister-in-law Song arranged the chopped meat on a plate.

Gently advise:

"As daughters-in-law, how could we refuse? Especially as the eldest sister-in-law, I have to consider the Song family's reputation and not let outsiders laugh at us."

Song Xianglan leaned against the cabinet.

He grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and said, "Try telling those men to give in."

When it comes to men, it's a matter of "male dignity" and "face," but for us women, it becomes "family harmony brings prosperity" and "being sensible."

She scoffed, "So women don't need to save face? A woman's skin is made of shoe soles, you can step on it as you please."

Sister-in-law Song was stunned for a moment.

He held the knife in his hand for a long time without moving it.

As they were talking.

Hurried footsteps echoed in the courtyard.

Song Xiangmei lifted the curtain and went into the kitchen, her face flushed and her forehead sweating.

"Big sister, why are you running so fast in this freezing weather?" Song Xianglan handed her a glass of water.

Song Xiangmei didn't even have time to drink water, and she explained the situation while panting heavily.

"Lanlan went home the night before last."

"What is she going to do?" Song Xianglan frowned.

"They say the Yan family was angry that Erhua threw manure at them, so they kicked Lanlan out of the house." Song Xiangmei said with a distressed expression. "Lanlan spent the New Year at home. She had a fight with Xiaochuan yesterday, and then she had a fight with Shugen this morning. It was a complete mess."

Song Xianglan didn't take it seriously.

"Get her out."

Song Xiangmei rubbed the corner of her clothes and stammered for a long time.

"I...I felt so sorry for her, having nowhere to go in this cold weather. I thought she was still just a child..."

"Stop it."

Song Xianglan raised her hand in a stop gesture. "Is your saintly heart overflowing again?"

"no……"

Song Xiangmei drank a large glass of water. "I tried to persuade her for a long time, and Lanlan took the opportunity to make a condition, saying that she wanted to live at home."

Xiaochuan would definitely not agree, saying that Lanlan couldn't possibly live in the new house. At most, she could stay in the old house temporarily…

"She doesn't want to live in the old house, she wants to live in the new house, and she made a fuss about it all morning."

The light at the kitchen doorway dimmed.

Song Xianghe arrived at some unknown time.

Holding a handful of peanuts, he leaned against the door frame, peeling peanuts while making sarcastic remarks.

"Wow, big sister's really showing off now. Before, she was such a poor, wretched woman, you couldn't even fart if you hit her three times."

Now, by taking care of her old man, she's actually able to build a big brick house at home. She's living a pretty comfortable life.

Song Xiangmei's face flushed bright red instantly.

Feeling both ashamed and angry:

"Second sister, what nonsense are you talking about? That house was built with money earned by Xiao Chuan."

"Come on."

Song Xianghe blew on the red skins of the peanuts, scattering them all over the ground.

"It's all over your village, people are saying you earned your money by taking care of the old man."

They even said something about you guys... sitting on chairs... and that other thing...

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm not cut out for that. I can't handle those sucker old men."

Song Xiangmei was so angry that she trembled all over, and tears welled up in her eyes.

People in the village can't stand to see others do well. If your family makes money while they don't, they'll want to throw all the blame on you.

Make it as dirty as possible.

"Song Xianghe".

Song Xianglan looked her up and down. "Who has more experience serving old men than you? Your old man Tang has yellow teeth and is covered in tobacco stains. His old man smell is so strong that it could knock people over from three miles away."

Song Xianghe's expression changed.

"you……"

"How do you manage to put up with sleeping in the same bed every day?"

Song Xianglan's face held a hint of sarcasm. "What special hobby do you have that you want to share your experience with others? Instead of thinking about how to make money all day long, all you do is suck your teeth and be jealous of others."

If I were you, I would have smashed my head against a block of tofu and died long ago. I wouldn't have the nerve to gossip like this.

Did I speak to you? You're insulting me.

Song Xianghe threw the peanuts on the ground, her face turning a deep purplish-red.

"I don't usually swear. If I do swear at you, it's because I did it on purpose," Song Xianglan replied with a smile.

"If you can't speak human language, you're just like a dog at the same table. Don't think that just because you can make sounds you can use your ass as a mouth."

Sister-in-law Song noticed something was wrong.

He quickly stepped in to smooth things over, giving Song Xianglan a reproachful glare.

Why do you keep teasing her? She'll just end up crying again, which would be so embarrassing during the New Year.

Song Xianglan turned around and fired at Song's sister-in-law as well, saying, "All she does is beg for other people's money when she's free."

"Letting her run around at her parents' house all day, you sisters-in-law are useless, even pathetic. If she were to poop on your necks, would you still have to hand her toilet paper?"

Sister-in-law Song hung her head, scolded. "They're all my sister-in-law, what can I do?"

Song Xianghe saw that Song Xianglan even scolded her sister-in-law.

Pointing angrily at Song Xianglan, she shouted, "You're a troublemaker! You're trying to sow discord!"

"Yes, I'm just stirring things up." Song Xianglan nodded frankly. "Not only am I trying to get your sisters-in-law to ignore you, but I'll also try to get you to fight with Old Man Tang, so your life will be even more exciting."

Song Xianghe choked so hard that her eyes rolled back.

I almost fainted.

Before Song Xianghe could recover, Song Xianglan suddenly turned to look at Song Xiangmei, her finger almost poking Song Xiangmei's forehead.

"And you, you're a complete coward too."

"You treat your child like your lifeblood all day long, I think you've lost your mind."

Song Xianglan scolded her with exasperation: "What kind of thing is Yan Lanlan? She's a complete ingrate and a menace. The Yan family doesn't even want her trash, and you actually want to pick her up and treat her like royalty."

Are you tired of living too comfortably, or do you want to cause trouble for Nie Erhua?

"I...I just feel..." Song Xiangmei stammered.

"What a load of rubbish!"

Song Xianglan interrupted sharply, "The old sparrow has lost all its feathers and doesn't know its own worth. A scoundrel has come along, full of schemes to take advantage of you. You still want to act like a living saint?"

"If you want to play the saint, don't drag Erhua down with you. A rotten seed carries poison. You're just like that good-for-nothing brother-in-law; you haven't even cleaned your own mess, yet you want to do someone else's showpiece project. What a pretentious wolf you are."

Song Xiangmei huddled up in a ball after being scolded.

His head was bowed low.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

The kitchen was deathly silent.

Sister-in-law Song and Sister-in-law Song exchanged a glance, both of them breathing a sigh of relief.

It seems that the third sister is attacking indiscriminately today.

Scolding them a few times is just a side effect.

Inside the main room outside.

The four brothers, including Song Erge and Song Dage, along with their nephews, listened to the cursing coming from the kitchen. None of them dared to go in and risk getting into trouble, for fear of getting burned.

Old Tang huddled in a corner smoking, pretending he hadn't heard anything.

Song Xianghe leaned against the door frame.

Watching Song Xianglan berate her elder sister and sisters-in-law so harshly, I actually felt much better.

It seems that the third sister's temper is so explosive because she doesn't have a man and her endocrine system is out of balance.

It bites anyone it catches.

She touched her hair, and a sense of superiority instantly rose in her heart.

Although Old Man Tang smelled old and had yellow teeth, he was still a man.

Unlike Song Xianglan, who was all alone.

The only way to vent loneliness is to get angry.

Thinking about it this way, Song Xianghe felt that she had won.

They looked at Song Xianglan with pity, thinking that they should refrain from bullying the pitiful in the future.

Song Xiangmei braced herself and muttered something under her breath:

"Lanlan is only fifteen or sixteen years old. She's still young. With proper upbringing... she might become a good child..."

"So, you're saying that murderers as young as fifteen or sixteen aren't sentenced to death anymore?"

Song Xianglan looked at her coldly, "The Yan family is rotten to the core. If the seeds are poisonous, no matter how much water or fertilizer you give them, the crops that grow will still be poisonous weeds. If you dare to let her into the house, don't come crying to me if something happens later."

Song Xiangmei's expression froze on her face.