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

Zhu Zi immediately cowered.

Old Mrs. Huang narrowed her triangular eyes and lightly patted him with her wrinkled hand. "Zhu Zi, you're the leader of the Huang family. You're doing this for the Huang family's reputation; your mother is in the wrong!"

The old lady's hoarse voice rang out.

It was like Huang Zhuzi had been given a shot of adrenaline.

His back inexplicably straightened up a bit more.

Huang Laosi's wife chimed in, adding fuel to the fire: "Your mother is going to completely disgrace the Huang family. As the son, you need to show some dignity as the head of the household. If you back down, who in the village will respect you anymore?"

Huang Zhuzi took a deep breath.

I think what these two people said makes a lot of sense.

He's the head of the household, how could he be intimidated by two old ladies?

The rain stopped, the wind died down, and Huang Zhuzi felt he was back to normal.

His gaze toward Liu Dahua carried an inexplicable air of dominance.

"Mom," Zhu Zi spoke, his voice trembling slightly but firm, "I can apologize for what happened today. But you have to promise me one thing."

Liu Dahua stood in the night wind.

His wet hair clung to his face, and his eyes were blank.

"As long as you swear in front of everyone that you will never associate with that Liu Yidao again, never have the thought of remarrying, and stay at home peacefully."

"You take care of our children and cook for us, so I'll pretend this never happened. I still consider you my mother, and I'll take care of you in your old age."

Song Xianglan listened from the side, her eyebrows twitching.

The carrying pole in his hands creaked as he gripped it.

This isn't a son at all; it must be a debt collector reincarnated without drinking the Meng Po soup (a form of remembrance for forgetting one's past life).

Liu Dahua didn't move or say anything.

She just stared intently at the son she had carried for ten months.

Huang Zhuzi felt uneasy under their gaze.

But he remembered his grandmother's words; he couldn't back down.

He raised his voice again: "Mom, you have to face reality. You're cursed to bring misfortune to your husbands. My dad died because of you."

Don't you think about it? With your terrible temper, if you really remarry, which family could tolerate you?

"If we get kicked out, that would be a laughing stock."

Old Mrs. Huang chimed in from inside the house, "Dahua, you should know your place. It's only because our Huang family is so kind and righteous that we've been able to do this. If it were any other family, they would have broken your legs long ago."

Liu Dahua's eyes were now as cold as a demon crawling out of hell.

"Pillar."

Liu Dahua's voice was very soft, but it carried a chilling undertone.

Huang Zhuzi instinctively took a half step back. "Mom, you agreed?"

"Pooh!"

A glob of thick phlegm mixed with saliva was spat precisely onto Zhu Zi's face.

Huang Zhuzi: ...

"I should have shoved you into the latrine and made you brothers with maggots the moment you were born." Liu Dahua gritted her teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth. "I raised a dog, and at least a dog wags its tail and guards the house. What are you?"

When Grandma Huang saw her eldest grandson being humiliated, she grabbed a broom and was about to hit him.

"You slut, why didn't you die in the sea? If you had, you wouldn't have brought shame to my children and grandchildren."

Song Xianglan, who had been silent all along, moved.

"You old hag." Song Xianglan directly pushed Huang Laotai back. "You're not dead yet, how could Da Hua bear to die?"

"When you die, Da Hua will catch some snakes, insects, rats, and ants and stuff them into your coffin so you'll be bitten to pieces down there too."

"You...you..." Old Mrs. Huang rolled her eyes in anger.

Zhang Haiyan, who had been standing at the back, suddenly went mad.

She smacked Huang Zhuzi on the back with the feather duster in her hand.

"Smack."

"I'll beat you to death, you ungrateful wretch!" Zhang Haiyan cried and sobbed. "Was it easy for your mother to raise you?"

I raised you and even helped you get married and have children. If it weren't for my mother, I wouldn't have wanted to marry you in the first place.

Now you've become the leader? You're the leader of the unfilial, the leader of the beast.

Seeing this, Huang Laosi and his wife went back to their room and let them out through the window.

"That's enough!"

Liu Dahua suddenly roared.

Zhang Haiyan stopped what she was doing, panting as she glared at the pillar.

Despite the roughness of Liu Dahua's face, which was always roughened by the sea breeze, there was a resolute calm.

"Dividing the family property."

As soon as those two words were uttered, the courtyard became so quiet that even the chirping of insects could be heard.

Zhu Zi covered his face, looking completely incredulous.

"Mom, do you want me to take care of you in your old age and see you off when you die? You're even abandoning your son for that butcher."

Song Xianglan kicked Huang Zhuzi in the butt, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt.

"Screw you!" Song Xianglan cursed.

Liu Dahua grabbed Zhu Zi by the collar and lifted him up from the ground.

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap.

"This slap is a sign that you were blind!"

"Snapped!"

"This slap is for your ingratitude!"

"Smack..."

Liu Dahua slapped Zhu Zi five or six times in a row, leaving his cheeks swollen.

Zhu Zi was stunned. His mother had never laid a finger on him since he was a child.

After finishing, Liu Dahua let go.

Liu Dahua shook her numb hand, her voice cold and hard:

"I'll go to the brigade leader tomorrow to divide the family property. That house was meant for Haiyan and the three children, so it was left to you. I came here alone and I'll leave alone too."

Done.

She didn't even glance at the terrified old woman, Huang, before turning and walking away.

Song Xianglan followed Liu Dahua out of the courtyard.

The night was dark.

The sea breeze was still a bit chilly.

Liu Dahua walked very fast, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden that had weighed on her for decades.

"They gave you the house, so where will you live?" Song Xianglan caught up with him and asked the practical question directly.

"I have hands and feet, how could I starve to death?"

Liu Dahua didn't stop walking. "I still have some money saved up. Now is the perfect time to build my own new house. Before it's finished, I'll make do with a shack by the sea for a few days."

Song Xianglan cursed, "Go live in the processing workshop. There are empty rooms there; tidying them up will make them a hundred times better than a shack. We can move in after the houses are built."

Liu Dahua paused, then turned to look at Song Xianglan:

"Lanlan, don't you think I'm too old to be making a fuss about separating the family property?"

"What kind of moral code are you talking about?"

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes. "You live for yourself, not to build a memorial arch for those gossipy people."

I know why you want to leave the house to Zhuzi, and I'll support you no matter what you do.

Liu Dahua sniffed, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

He forced himself to swallow it back.

Apart from Song Xianglan, no one in this world could understand the bitterness in her heart.

"But you can't be too naive."

Song Xianglan lowered her voice, "Even if the house is given to them, it should be written in black and white that it is left to Haiyan and the children."

Liu Dahua nodded and continued walking.

Although that figure was alone, it exuded an unprecedented resilience.

I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

Zhang Haiyan caught up. She didn't say anything, silently walking half a step behind Liu Dahua, like a silent shadow.

Liu Dahua didn't turn around, but she slowed her pace a little.

……

When Song Xianglan returned home, it was already late at night.

She tiptoed upstairs, wanting to see if Song Xiangdong and his wife were asleep.

I walked to the door.

The door was ajar, letting in a dim, yellow light.

Through the crack in the door, she saw Shen Huijun sitting on the edge of the bed, while Song Xiangdong leaned against the headboard, grinning foolishly, his hand tightly gripping Shen Huijun's.

"Wife, what's that on your lips? It's so sweet!" Song Xiangdong asked with a silly grin, his eyes fixed on her.

Shen Huijun's face turned as red as a ripe apple, and she whispered reproachfully, "Don't talk nonsense..."

"Let me try it again." Song Xiangdong leaned in and planted a kiss on Shen Huijun's lips. "Mmm, so sweet... I want more kisses..."

Song Xianglan blushed.

She didn't knock or make a sound, but turned and tiptoed downstairs.

……

Early the next morning.

Song Xianglan got up very early.

I went to the commune and bought two jin of the best pork belly.

When they returned, Cong Ying had finished giving Song Xiangdong acupuncture.

"The recovery is going well." Cong Ying put away the silver needles. "The blood clots in the brain have dissipated quite a bit. With proper care, this childlike inertia will also improve."

Song Xianglan breathed a sigh of relief.

She asked Shen Huijun what she wanted to eat, and Shen Huijun said that she and Cong Ying were making wontons at home.

"Mom. The brigade leader and the others just went to Aunt Dahua's house and said they've divided the family property. The house, furniture, and grain were all given to Zhuzi. Do you want to go and see?"

Cong Ying packed up her acupuncture kit. "That pillar is a real piece of work."

I'm going out for a bit.

After finishing her sentence, Song Xianglan rode off on her bicycle.

She rode her bicycle to Liu Yidao's house. Before she even entered the yard, she saw a man chopping wood inside.

Yang Zhixin's expression changed when he saw Song Xianglan push the door open and come in.

He stopped swinging the axe in his hand, and asked with a forced smile:

"Who are you looking for?"

"Liu Yidao!" Song Xianglan ignored his hypocritical face and shouted at the top of her lungs.

The door creaked open.

Liu Yidao looked completely bewildered.

"...Hey, Lao Song, when did you get back?"

Upon seeing Song Xianglan, Liu Yidao's fleshy face instantly broke into a smile, and he quickly stepped forward to greet her: "Is Xiangdong alright? I was just thinking of going to ask him about it."

Song Xianglan looked him up and down, then kicked him in the shinbone.

"Ouch."

Liu Yidao winced in pain, "Old Song, are you on drugs? You attacked the moment we met!"

"I think your brain is full of seawater," Song Xianglan cursed, pointing at Liu Yidao's nose. "If you're not going to live to see next year and are in such a hurry to find someone to smash your pot, you should just die already. Don't cause trouble for others here."

Liu Yidao was completely bewildered by the scolding and looked aggrieved.

"What are you talking about? How have I caused anyone trouble?"

Song Xianglan sneered and pointed at Yang Zhixin beside her, "Ask your good godson."

Someone from his family went and instigated Zhu Zi, saying that Liu Da Hua was after your family fortune and seducing you. They drove that idiot Huang Zhu Zi home and forced Da Hua to commit suicide.

Liu Yidao's expression changed instantly, his eyes turning fierce as if he wanted to devour someone.

"Yang Zhixin, is what she said true?"

Yang Zhixin's face darkened, and he still tried to argue.

"Godfather, don't listen to this shrew's nonsense. I have no idea, and my family would never do such a thing."

"You spew nonsense as soon as you open your mouth." Song Xianglan spat at him. "Are you afraid that after Liu Yidao finds a partner, this house and land won't fall into your hands? I don't care if you take away the inheritance of someone who has no children, but you shouldn't have schemed against Da Hua."

"Who are you insulting?" Yang Zhixin was caught off guard and became furious.

"I'll curse you, I'll curse your mother, I'll curse your ancestors for eighteen generations for giving birth to a whole litter of despicable bastards." Song Xianglan stepped forward, "Want to fight? Come on. Let's see if your axe is faster, or if I'm tougher."

"You bunch of scoundrels from the Yang family, you just want Liu Yidao to be a bachelor for life so you can inherit his fortune after he dies, don't you?"

"If you have the guts, kill Liu Yidao right now. If you do, the house is yours immediately."

Song Xianglan was too imposing.

This forced Yang Zhixin to retreat repeatedly.

Even if Liu Yidao were a blockhead, he would understand by now.

He pushed Yang Zhixin, causing him to stumble.

"Who from your family went to Xiaoquan Brigade to look for Dahua?" Liu Yidao's voice was terrifyingly gloomy.

Yang Zhixin was still stubbornly insisting, "Godfather, no..."

Song Xianglan crossed her arms and shook her head, clicking her tongue: "Ugly and foul-mouthed, foul-mouthed and black-hearted, black-hearted and damn brainless."

"After all that scheming, you've only managed to outmaneuver yourself, haven't you? Liu Yidao, if you still keep this kind of godparent around for the New Year, you deserve to be eaten alive."