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

Song Xianglan led Liu Dahua into the house.

Zhang Haiyan had just returned from searching the east end of the village, her face ashen. She was filled with fear, terrified that something had happened to Liu Dahua.

I saw my mother-in-law return unharmed.

With a howl, it pounced on it.

"Mom, you scared me to death!" Zhang Haiyan hugged Liu Dahua tightly, as if she wanted to squeeze her into her flesh. "If anything happened to you, how would I raise the child? This family would fall apart."

"Waaaaah..."

Liu Dahua coughed twice as she was being strangled, and her tears, which had just stopped, started flowing again.

Zhang Haiyan felt that she was able to get through the days because she had a good mother-in-law, Liu Dahua.

Even if the man is unreliable, not being able to go back to her parents' home won't make her feel hopeless.

She gritted her teeth:

"Mom, if you're leaving, take me with you. Let's kick that bastard Zhu Zi out."

"I've been married into this family for so many years, and all I've gained is a good mother-in-law like you. It has absolutely nothing to do with that idiot."

"Mom, you know I support you in finding a second spring. You are the best mom in my heart."

Liu Dahua patted her daughter-in-law's back, and the chill in her heart dissipated considerably.

She was just acting out of anger, being called a slut by her own son. No woman could stand such a shameless accusation from her own son.

Song Xianglan... Haiyan is a sensible child.

Song Xianglan pushed open the courtyard gate and entered the house, but couldn't find the pillar.

She came out and pulled Zhang Haiyan, who was holding Liu Dahua, away. "Haiyan, go and find Zhuzi for me. Some scores need to be settled face to face."

Zhang Haiyan wiped her eyes.

"It must be with his grandma. That old hag loves to meddle. Behind my and Mom's back, Zhu Zi secretly sent so many things to that old hag."

She turned and ran away after she finished speaking.

Song Xianglan went into the kitchen and scooped water to start a fire.

"Dahua, you're all soaked and sticky. Take a shower and change into some clean clothes."

The water was heated and then mixed with well water.

Liu Dahua carried water to the inner room to wash herself.

Zhang Haiyan returned home alone, fuming.

"Where is he?" Song Xianglan poked firewood into the stove.

"He refuses to come back." Zhang Haiyan's chest heaved with anger. "That bastard said he wants Mom to calm down first. If he comes back now, he'll just get scolded. He'll come back and have a good talk with Mom after Mom has calmed down."

"Still want to argue?" Song Xianglan sneered.

Zhang Haiyan was too embarrassed to say the exact words, and Old Lady Huang and the others were even more vulgar.

Song Xianglan stood up and scanned the room, her gaze landing on the carrying pole in the corner.

She walked over, picked up the carrying pole, and weighed it in her hand.

"Fine, if he won't come, I will. I'll beat him back for Da Hua."

Liu Dahua came out after changing into dry clothes. Although her eyes were swollen, she stood up straight.

"I'll go with you."

"I'm going too," Zhang Haiyan rushed into the inner room and told Xiaoyu and Xiaotian to take good care of their younger brother.

The two children are still awake.

Xiaoyu leaned over the edge of the bed and asked softly:

"Mom, did Dad get into trouble?"

"Yes, your dad did something bad." Zhang Haiyan didn't hide it from him.

"Then I'll get a beating." Xiaoyu said seriously, "The teacher said that you have to be punished if you do something wrong. Grandma works so hard all the time, and Dad deserves to be beaten for being disobedient."

Xiao Tian, ​​who was next to him, also leaned his head in.

"Mom, as long as Grandma is happy, you can hit her all you want. I don't want Grandma to cry."

"I like my grandma, but I don't like my great-grandma."

Zhang Haiyan's eyes welled up with tears.

Fortunately, the two children inherited their mother-in-law's kind heart, but not Zhu Zi's scoundrel nature.

She patted the two children's heads.

"Go to sleep, Mom will go and teach your unreasonable father a lesson."

After saying that, she turned around and pulled out a feather duster from behind the door, weighing it in her hand.

Under the cover of night, the three women stormed into the Huang family's old house.

After being driven away by Liu Dahua, Old Lady Huang lived with Huang Laosi's family.

He hasn't been admitted to the hospital yet.

The loud voice came through the room.

Song Xianglan waved her hand to signal the two to be quiet, and then she went around to the window at the back of the house.

The sounds inside were clearly audible.

Grandma Huang sat on a bench in the main room, holding a large tea mug and drinking old Tieguanyin tea.

He coaxed the dejected Huang Zhuzi with a string of words:

"My good grandson Zhuzi. Among all the young men in this area, you are the most promising."

You're young, have two children, and are very capable. Even though you have a difficult mother, doesn't that just make you seem like a decent and sensible person?

Huang Laosi's wife chimed in, "The Huang family will have to rely on Zhuzi in the future. Look at your two cousins, which one of them has your manly spirit?"

Your younger cousins ​​will be relying on you for support from now on.

"As a man of the Huang family, you must stand up for yourself and not let women ride roughshod over you."

Huang Laosi gave Zhu Zi a handful of peanuts.

"Your mother is so old and still so restless. I, as her brother-in-law, am even embarrassed to say anything to her. Liu Yidao is an old bachelor; is she after his strength or the little money he makes from slaughtering pigs?"

Huang Zhuzi silently peeled peanuts.

They remained silent.

Huang Lao Si's wife pouted:

"I don't think it's necessarily about the money. Maybe my sister-in-law is just naturally gifted, and this old tree is finally blossoming again and she can't wait to find a man. Liu Yidao is strong and fit, which is exactly what she's looking for."

The people in the room laughed knowingly.

Zhu Zi's face turned red, and he felt a surge of anger.

He was angry that Liu Dahua didn't give him any face.

Old Mrs. Huang slammed her teacup on the kang table and curled her lip in disdain: "As long as a woman is willing to go all out, a man will definitely want her."

If I were to look for a partner at my age, the line of old men wanting to live with me would stretch all the way to the commune.

The old man would rather come to me than Liu Dahua; she just uses her money to subsidize him.

outside the window.

Song Xianglan could no longer hold back.

"Pfft—hahaha..."

Song Xianglan laughed so hard she squealed like a pig.

"Who?!" The people inside the room were startled.

Song Xianglan stopped hiding.

He pressed his face, thin and gaunt from the long journey, directly against the windowpane.

The moonlight shines.

Those deeply sunken eye sockets, and that cold laugh that stretched all the way to his ears.

"Oh my god, it's a ghost!" Huang Laosi's wife screamed.

"Ghosts? What ghosts? That's that damned shrew, Song the Pig-Slaughterer!" Old Mrs. Huang, with her sharp eyes, recognized her and was furious. "Playing ghosts in the middle of the night, who are you trying to scare to death?"

Upon hearing that it was Song Xianglan, Huang Zhuzi's face turned deathly pale.

"How...how did she get here?" Zhu Zi's voice was trembling.

If he knew she was coming back, he wouldn't dare to openly talk about his mother.

Song Xianglan tapped the window frame twice with the carrying pole in her hand.

The glass shook violently.

"Grandma Huang, where did you get this confidence from? You even have an old man lining up all the way to the commune to chase after you."

The old man is old, not blind, and certainly not brain-dead. Why would I marry you? To be a specimen of old tree bark for warding off evil spirits?

Song Xianglan's words were as poisonous as arsenic.

Huang Laosi's wife clutched her chest.

"Song Xianglan, stop banging! You'll have to pay for it if you break it!"

"Your mouth is like a spray bottle, spewing filth everywhere, yet you haven't offered any compensation for their emotional distress?"

Song Xianglan pushed open the window.

He peeked halfway in with his upper body.

Her gaze swept coldly across their faces.

"Your Huang family used to love taking advantage of others, and now you've switched to storytelling? The whole family is sitting here making up stories about a widow who raised her children alone. Your whole family is abnormal; your mouths are like an asshole that's been eating croton oil and can't stop spewing nonsense."

Old Mrs. Huang... I'm so angry. I can never win an argument with this vicious woman.

Huang Zhuzi, forcing himself to speak, shouted:

"Aunt Song...when did you get back?"

Sweat streamed down his forehead; he was genuinely afraid of Song Xianglan.

The trauma of being caught stealing melons by Song Xianglan when I was a child, and almost being thrown into the pigsty, still lingers.

Someone knocked urgently on the door.

Old Huang's wife, hands on her hips, scolded, "What are you doing knocking on the door so late at night? Are you here to announce a death or rushing to be reborn?"

Song Xianglan lifted her eyelids.

"They've come to mourn, to mourn the dead conscience of the Huang family. It's a pity your conscience has long been dead and stinking."

Old Mrs. Huang, relying on Song Xianglan being outside, cursed:

"You old shrew."

"That old scoundrel with his neck buried in the yellow earth, dreaming of an old man chasing after you. Don't you even look in the mirror? That face of wrinkles could trap a fly. Who gave you the courage?"

Old Mrs. Huang was so angry she was trembling:

"Get out, this is my house."

"I knew it was your house, otherwise I wouldn't have come."

After saying that, she turned and headed towards the courtyard gate.

The carrying pole in his hand whirred and swayed in the moonlight.

The people inside looked at each other, and you could hear them swallowing.

"Fourth Uncle, what should we do?" Huang Zhuzi's calves cramped.

"What are you afraid of? You think you can hit me?" Old Huang retorted stubbornly, but he shrank back a little.

Liu Dahua went into the house.

She looked at Zhu Zi. "Zhu Zi. Your grandma has a problem with me, saying I'm attracted to other men. Do you think so too?"

Liu Dahua's eyes were filled with disappointment.

She wanted to hear one more sentence, unsure whether it was to completely give up or to still hold onto hope for Zhu Zi.