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

After the two talked things out, Liu Dahua felt a little embarrassed.

Song Xianglan brought in two large plates of wontons.

"We'll have wontons at home for lunch. Huijun and Congying made them, you should try them too."

Liu Yidao wiped his hands on his trouser leg and took the bowl. "Old Song, we're so sorry, we're shamelessly freeloading on your meal."

"If you ever dare to bully Da Hua, the meat filling in these wontons will be your fate," Song Xianglan said, half-jokingly.

Liu Dahua's face was burning hot, so he bent down to take another bowl.

Liu Yidao quickly said, "I wouldn't dare."

Several people sat down around the table.

Cong Ying and Shen Huijun congratulated Da Hua and Liu Yidao and asked when the banquet would be held.

Liu Yidao thought for a moment: "If we don't hold a big banquet, Da Hua might lose face."

I'm thinking of setting up two tables in the yard this weekend and inviting all of us old friends, including Xiang Dong, to have a lively gathering.

This is to give the villagers a heads-up, so those gossipy people won't gossip about Da Hua anymore.

"become."

Song Xianglan nodded, "We'll go help then."

"Old Song, Da Hua wants to live in the village, and I'm planning to live in the village with her too."

Shen Huijun joked:

"Uncle Yidao's old house caught fire."

Liu Dahua: ...

Liu Yidao: ...So what if it's on fire? Being with Liu Dahua makes the house feel more lively.

After dinner, Liu Yidao drove Liu Dahua home.

Liu Dahua sat in the back seat, her hand loosely gripping the hem of Liu Yidao's clothes, but she felt very at ease.

She discussed the weekend's banquet with Liu Yidao, and made sure there was plenty of alcohol.

The two discussed it together.

We arrived at the door.

Zhang Haiyan was squatting on the ground washing seaweed when she heard a noise and looked up. She saw Liu Yidao pushing a cart with her mother-in-law following behind, her face rosy.

Liu Yidao delivered the person and didn't keep him any longer.

He greeted Zhang Haiyan and left happily.

Zhu Zi's face was so long it stretched from one end of the village to the other, and his tears would stay on his chin for a month before falling.

"What's he doing here?"

Liu Dahua got angry and glared at him, "Silly son, who are you trying to fool with that deadpan face? He's going to be my husband, and we're just staying at the workshop for now."

Zhu Zi's face was so angry it looked like a specimen... How old is he, looking for a second spring?

"Mom." Zhang Haiyan dried her hands on her apron and came forward. "This..."

Liu Dahua tidied her wind-blown hair. "Haiyan, I have something to tell you. Liu Yidao and I... are planning to get our marriage certificate this week."

Zhang Haiyan was taken aback.

Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

She grabbed Liu Dahua's hand. "Mom, this is wonderful news! Uncle Liu may look fierce, but he's actually very kind and protective. I support this."

"Aren't you ashamed of your mother?" Liu Dahua asked cautiously.

"Why should I suffer my whole life just to satisfy someone else's cravings?" Zhang Haiyan sniffed, her voice choked with emotion. "For so many years, you've poured your heart and soul into this family."

I just hope you can live for yourself for once.

"I've thought it through. I'll take care of your new wedding clothes with Uncle Liu. And I'll get you the furniture too."

Liu Dahua looked at her daughter-in-law's sincere face.

Tears could no longer be held back and streamed down my face.

The biological son forces his own mother to die, while the daughter-in-law, who is not related by blood, hopes that her mother-in-law can find a good home.

"Mom, you abandoned your son for some other man. Now you're fawning over him, but you'll suffer sooner or later..."

Liu Dahua calmly walked up to the pillar.

He swung his big hand and slapped the pillar several times across the face. "I should have left you a long time ago."

Zhang Haiyan mocked Zhu Zi, "You just have to bar your teeth and fart like that, you'll get beaten up. You don't learn to be smart, you just try to be bald."

……

News of Song Xiangdong's injury spread throughout the Song family.

The eldest, second, third, and fourth sons of the Song family all came with their families.

The courtyard was packed with people.

Song Xiangdong sat upright on the stone bench, while Shen Huijun peeled lychees for him beside him.

He took the lychee without even glancing at the group of relatives around him and stuffed it directly into Shen Huijun's mouth.

"My daughter-in-law eats it; it's sweet."

Shen Huijun was shy and pushed his hand away.

"Your aunt and uncle are here, you can eat by yourself."

"No, my wife should eat first." Song Xiangdong was very stubborn.

"His brain... has it really gone mad?" Old Song sighed, placing the malted milk powder and canned goods he had brought on the table. "He used to be such a shrewd person, now he's like a child."

Brother Song frowned and asked Song Xianglan:

"Little sister, can Xiangdong recover?"

If all else fails, we can chip in and send it to Beijing for a checkup. I have some savings of my own, it's not much, but it's a token of my appreciation.

"Me too," Brother Song said, reaching into his pocket. "We can't just watch Xiang Dong be wasted like this."

These brothers of the Song family.

Although they may have their own agendas in ordinary times, when it comes to something important, they are of one mind.

Song Xianglan felt a warm glow in her heart. "No need, no need. Cong Ying gives me acupuncture every day, saying that the blood stasis has dissipated a lot, and I'll get better with slow rest."

"What about the military..." Brother Song asked, getting to the heart of the matter.

"It depends on how well he recovers. Most likely, he'll be transferred back to civilian life." Song Xianglan didn't hide anything. "If he doesn't recover well, then he'll be discharged and go home."

"It's not a big deal if he changes careers. With Xiangdong's abilities, he can make a name for himself anywhere," Song Ersao interjected, her gaze falling on Shen Huijun's prominently pregnant belly. "When is Huijun's due date?"

The sentence about not being able to recover and being discharged was automatically ignored.

Everyone's attention was focused on Shen Huijun's belly.

"Oh my, that pointed belly, it's definitely going to be a big, healthy boy," said Sister-in-law Song with a smile. "Xiangdong is so lucky to have married such a kind and understanding girl from Haishi."

Shen Huijun smiled and touched her belly.

"Boys and girls are the same, as long as the child is healthy."

Yang Liu, who had been sitting silently in the corner, raised her head.

His eyes were fixed on Shen Huijun's stomach, and he spoke with a sour tone:

"Huijun is so lucky, her belly is so fertile. Unlike me, I've given birth to a whole litter of girls, and I can't even have a boy."

That sounded harsh.

The atmosphere in the room instantly turned cold.

Yang Liu and Song Qiang went to great lengths to have a son.

He drank a whole vat of the folk remedy.

As a result, she gave birth to five daughters in a row.

Song Xianglan frowned. "Whether you have a boy or a girl is a matter of fate. My Tingting is a girl too, and she's no worse than any boy."

Shen Huijun: "I just like girls."

Yang Liu is going crazy again. "Song Qiang dreams of having a son. I gave birth to a daughter, and even my mother cried, saying that I have cut off Song Qiang's lineage."

My mother-in-law just said that a pointed belly means it's a boy and a blessing. I gave birth to a girl, so I'm not lucky.

Sister-in-law Song never expected that the fire would spread to her.

Looking utterly bewildered, she said, "Yang Liu, when have I ever disliked my granddaughter? Don't I love those five girls just the same?"

"It hurts, but you still want a grandson, don't you?"

Yang Liu's voice turned shrill, "Keeping it to yourself is even more maddening than saying it. It's all because my stomach is so uncooperative; who among you understands this invisible pressure?"

Cong Ying interjected coldly, "Whether a child is a boy or a girl is a man's business, and has nothing to do with whether the woman's womb is fertile or not."

That's determined by chromosomes; the male must provide the Y chromosome to father a son.

This scientific explanation is presented.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Yang Liu clearly didn't understand what chromosomes were, but she did understand that it was a man's matter.

She suddenly turned her head to look at Sister-in-law Song.

"Mom, the doctor said it's because Song Qiang is infertile, not because I can't have children."

Sister-in-law Song was a little stunned by the shout.

"If I, as your mother-in-law, don't pressure you to have a son, would I be wrong? If I say you're wrong, you're still wrong if I don't."

Brother Song's expression also turned grim, and he said in a deep voice:

"Alright. Don't you even know where you are? We can talk about it when we get home."

Sister-in-law Song was also furious.

She is honest and easy to talk to, but that doesn't mean she'll let her daughter-in-law talk about her to relatives.

"You already have five daughters, so don't have any more."

Yang Liu has gone mad again, bragging about other people having sons and saying she can't have a son, does she want her to die?

Yang Liu kicked over the small stool next to her.

"What do you mean? I'm so filial to you. And you, as my mother-in-law, won't let me have a son."

"Sister-in-law Song put her hands on her hips. Yang Liu is actually very filial, but she is a bit obsessed with having a son."

Since the birth of her fifth daughter.

She always felt that everyone was laughing at her.

"Yang Liu, you only have one face, can't you be a little more careful? If you want to be bullied by your mother-in-law, I'll grant your wish."

After being yelled at by Sister-in-law Song, Yang Liu dared not throw another tantrum.

She covered her face and ran out crying.

Song Xianglan was completely bewildered. "I'll go take a look."

Cong Ying quickly chased after her, "Aunt Song, I'm going to take a look."

The room then quieted down.

Sister-in-law Song sighed, her face full of helplessness.

"What kind of nonsense is this... I really didn't force her. I don't need any grandchildren, why would I force her to do anything? I've even told Song Qiang off several times, but the couple is acting like they're possessed."

Shen Huijun instinctively protected her stomach.

Song Xiangdong reached out and gently covered the back of her hand, grinning foolishly.

"Don't worry, my dear wife, we'll have a little girl. I love braiding her hair and buying her flowers."

Shen Huijun's heart softened, and only tenderness remained in her eyes.

Sister-in-law Song had no intention of staying any longer. "Third sister, I'm going back now."

Cong Ying came in from outside and spoke without saying a word:

Yang Liu said that everyone was putting pressure on her because of Hui Jun's pregnancy, and she wasn't going to be here and have to put up with everyone's attitude.

Song Xianglan: ...Is that a tumor on Yang Liu's neck? Anyone with a modicum of intelligence wouldn't say something like that.