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

Zhang Haiyan was a quick-witted person; she saw the "hairy dog" being thrown out.

He immediately urged everyone to continue eating and drinking.

"Dear uncles, grandpas, aunts and grandmas, today is a big day for my mother and Uncle Liu. Thank you all for coming to add to the joy."

There's plenty of meat and vegetables on this table, and all the wine is welcome. Everyone, eat as much as you like. If anyone leaves a single bite, it means I, as their daughter-in-law, haven't done a good job."

That shout was crisp and clear, giving Liu Yidao face and elevating Liu Dahua's status.

Everyone here is shrewd and intelligent.

They immediately forgot their earlier unpleasantness and praised her for being sensible.

During the meal, several women huddled together and whispered to each other.

"See? This is what they call treating people with kindness. Liu Dahua's own son is an ingrate, but this daughter-in-law, who isn't related by blood, is like her own daughter."

"That's just how the world is. When a man seeks a second spring, it's called remarriage, and it's only right and proper."

If a woman finds a partner, it is considered unchaste.

"It's just that Da Hua is lucky to have met such an understanding daughter-in-law; otherwise, this hurdle would have been difficult to overcome."

Song Xianglan sat beside them listening to these words, and she felt uneasy.

She was thinking about the big flower.

An old colleague from the slaughterhouse next door came over, lowered his voice, and looked mysterious.

"Old Song, I have something interesting to tell you. Remember your apprentice, Zhou Bin?"

Song Xianglan picked up a piece of braised pork with her chopsticks and nodded casually.

"He was my apprentice along with Gan Zhiyuan."

"I ran into him the other day when I went to the county on business. Tsk tsk... he must be living a really miserable life."

My colleague scooped up a bowl of bitter snail and bitter melon soup. "Didn't he complain that the slaughterhouse was dirty and tiring, and insist on climbing the social ladder to the city to replace his father-in-law's job?"

The woman we found looked like a toad hanging itself, with a miserable expression. We immediately felt she wasn't the type to settle down and live a peaceful life.

"Not doing well?" Song Xianglan asked, intrigued.

"It's not just bad, it's downright disgraceful to our ancestors' graves." The colleague looked around and lowered his voice even further. "I heard it's on the first day of the Lunar New Year this year."

The family was having dinner when a little girl, about four or five years old, suddenly ran over and called out "Mom" to Zhou Bin's wife.

Her appearance is exactly like Zhou Bin's wife's!

Song Xianglan paused, almost dropping her chopsticks.

"That's exciting?"

This is like a buy-one-get-one-free offer, but it's a forced giveaway.

"And then what? Can Zhou Bin tolerate this?"

"Zhou Bin exploded at that moment and overturned the table."

And guess what? His father-in-law and mother-in-law were no pushovers either. They shut the door, started crying and making a scene, and finally gave Zhou Bin's parents twenty yuan as compensation.

My colleague looked at me with disdain. "Zhou Bin's wife found out she was pregnant back then. His whole family brainwashed him, saying it was definitely a son in her belly, and that as long as he had a son, the girl from before wouldn't matter. It would just be another pair of chopsticks."

Song Xianglan frowned as she listened.

The city dwellers' intricate ways are even more wild than those in the countryside.

The woman's parents' actions were truly treating Zhou Bin like a fool.

"Zhou Bin just gave in like that?"

"He compromised. He has no relatives or friends in the city, and he's taking over his father-in-law's job."

If things really fall out, I'll have to slink back to the countryside to farm.

"Spending twenty yuan to buy a green hat to wear, and then having to raise someone else's daughter—only a spineless coward like Zhou Bin would do such a deal."

Gan Zhiyuan, who was standing nearby, overheard this and silently finished his drink.

He had advised Zhou Bin not to rush off, saying that mastering the craft was the most important thing.

As a result, people thought it was shameful to slaughter a pig.

Now look what happened; he didn't get a virtuous wife, but he got an illegitimate daughter whose father is unknown.

After several rounds of drinks...

The dishes had five flavors.

Seeing that it was getting late, Song Xianglan took her family home first.

The old guys from the slaughterhouse didn't leave.

Help Liu Yidao tidy up his house.

Most of the people in the courtyard had left, and the leftover food was packed up and taken home by everyone.

Liu Yidao's apprentices gave the borrowed tables and chairs to their neighbors.

A few people peeked in through the main gate.

Yang Zhixin brought Chen Yuhuan and her maternal grandparents over.

This family was like flies drawn to the smell of fish; they rushed over as soon as they heard Liu Yidao was getting married today.

Chen Yuhuan looked at the empty plates on the table that hadn't been cleared away yet, the aroma of meat wafting in the air making her mouth water. Thinking about how her family had been eating nothing but pickled vegetables and thin porridge for the past week, a wave of bitterness welled up inside her.

"Zhixin's godfather".

Chen Yuhuan winked and called out in a high-pitched, coquettish voice, swaying her hips as she walked. "Why didn't you call us over to help out with such a big celebration at home?"

"So that's why they're making trouble for us. It's all the woman's fault."

Liu Yidao, who was tidying up the table, straightened up and his face instantly fell.

"I've severed ties with Yang Zhixin, what are you doing here? You're a woman too, so stop blaming women for causing trouble."

"Look at what you're saying! We've kowtowed to each other as godparents, how can you just sever ties like that?" Chen Yuhuan's eyes darted around as she stared at Liu Yidao's new clothes, wishing she could tear them off and take a bite.

Looking at Liu Yidao in his new clothes, he has a unique, rugged charm.

She had been a vegetarian for quite some time.

She could also live a life with Liu Yidao.

Thinking of Liu Yidao's inexhaustible strength.

Chen Yuhuan suddenly felt thirsty.

"If my son Zhixin upsets you, you can tell him to hit you. We're such good friends, how can you bear to do that?"

The elderly Chen couple chimed in, adopting the demeanor of elders.

Mr. Chen, with his hands behind his back, snorted and said, "Old Liu, you have this happy occasion today because of the good fortune of our Zhixin."

If it weren't for Zhixin bringing you good luck, how would you, an old bachelor, ever have been able to get a wife?

"Let me be clear from the start: once you get married, it'll be very difficult for Zhixin to find a wife again, and you'll have to compensate for that loss."

With spittle flying, Chen's mother made an outrageous demand: "Either give me a thousand yuan in compensation, or transfer the ownership of this house to Zhixin. Otherwise, this matter is not over."

She glanced sideways at Liu Dahua, who was wiping the table.

His eyes were so sharp they seemed to want to scratch Liu Dahua's face raw.

Liu Dahua slammed the rag on the table, rolled up her sleeves, and sneered:

"I thought it was some kind of dog barking, but it turns out to be a bunch of mad dogs. Your mouths can kill mosquitoes two miles away."

"Your faces are just painted over with plaster, aren't they? Your mouths are like latrine water."

"What are you saying, you slut?"

After enjoying six months of good life, Chen's mother still wanted to drive Liu Dahua away.

"Marrying the wrong wife is like inviting in a plague god; it's easy to invite a god in, but hard to send him away. Old Liu, you've brought bad luck into your home."

Her face is so wrinkled it could trap a fly, yet she's still pretending to be young and looking for a man.

Chen's mother believed that as an old woman, she had eaten more salt than other people.

She earnestly advised, "Yidao, listen to your aunt. I want to tell someone I can confide in that my Yuhuan is a beautiful flower."

"I'm only accepting you plague gods by becoming godparents," Liu Yidao said, reaching for a broom.

Liu Dahua sneered:

"If your daughter were a beautiful flower, even cows wouldn't dare to poop."

"With such a sweet tongue, her voice cracks from speaking so hard. You'd think she'd drunk too much glycerin suppositories."

"Who are you insulting?" Enraged, Chen's mother rushed forward and raised her hand to slap Liu Dahua.

Liu Dahua dodged to the side and kicked Chen's mother in the stomach.

"Ouch!"

Chen's mother let out a scream and fell backward.

It landed right on Chen Yuhuan, who was standing behind her.

The mother and daughter rolled around in a mess, looking utterly disheveled.

"A sparrow with chicken feathers stuck in its shell, trying to act like a big-tailed eagle, is no good bird."

Liu Dahua stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at him and scolding, "You should be up in the mountains playing cards with your Chen family ancestors, but you want to come here and eat up the family's bloodline? Don't you even take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror?"

Seeing that his mother had been wronged, Yang Zhixin jumped out, pointed at Liu Yidao, and shouted:

"Godfather. I'm your godson. When you get old and can't move around anymore, you'll have to rely on me."

Only I will take care of you in your old age. When you die, I will wear mourning clothes for you, hold your ashes, and visit your grave to burn paper money on holidays, so you won't become a wandering ghost.

That's a really harsh thing to say in rural areas.

It's also a killer move to prey on lonely elderly people.

Zhang Haiyan, who hadn't gone home but had been helping out in the kitchen, came out carrying a basin of dirty water from washing the dishes when she heard this.

"Pah! If you don't burn paper money for Uncle Liu, do you think he'll starve to the point of coming back to life and begging for food?"

Zhang Haiyan put the basin on the ground, put her hands on her hips, and cursed.

"You should mind your own business with your dead father. Uncle Liu has us here. If he really has nothing to eat, let him go find his ancestors and relatives and sponge off his parents. Is that alright? Who are you to be here whining and pretending to be filial?"

Liu Yidao was amused by the situation. "Haiyan is right. I'll keep sponging off my parents even if I die. Who cares about your two pieces of paper?"

Yang Zhixin did not expect that the threat of "no one to see him off after his death" would not work.

"Godfather, you... I'm the godson you chose with so many hands. Once we're godson, there's no severing of ties. Let's not talk about what happens after death; I'll take care of you in your old age now, okay?"

"Pah! Which village's fat pig are you from, that you've become so bloated?" Without saying a word, Zhang Haiyan picked up the basin and splashed it over.

"Splash—"

A basin of dirty water was poured over him.

Yang Zhixin, Chen Yuhuan, and the elderly Chen couple who had just gotten up were instantly soaked to the bone, with vegetable leaves hanging from their heads and oily soup dripping from their bodies. They looked utterly disheveled.

"Ah... my clothes!" Chen Yuhuan screamed.

"Ouch, my life is in danger!"

Zhang Haiyan banged the bottom of the basin loudly, pointing at the nest of drenched chickens and cursing:

"Uncle Liu is newly married, are you going to take care of him in his old age?"

Are all your parents and elders dead? You're scrambling to be someone else's dutiful son or grandson.

Do they still want to transfer ownership of the house and seize the property?

"Open your eyes and look closely at those two holes in the abscess between your shoulders. With your stupid brains, you can't even take a single blade of grass from here."

Yang Zhixin wiped the oil off his face.

He rushed over menacingly to hit Zhang Haiyan, but was kicked to the ground by a colleague from the slaughterhouse.

He got up and looked around at the burly slaughterhouse men holding pig-slaughtering knives, their eyes filled with hostility, and his legs trembled with fear.

"Get out!" Liu Yidao roared.

Old Chen realized he wouldn't get any benefit from it.

A fierce thought flashed through his mind: "Liu Yidao, we were also instigated here. That Huang Zhuzi came looking for us."

Liu Dahua: ...It would have been better to have a dog than this son.

Zhang Haiyan... The phrase "touched by the scene and moved by the pillar" alone embodies two words.