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

Song Xianglan heard that Sister-in-law Quan's family lived in a fishing village below.

Thinking that the backyard is big, there will be more vegetables in the garden than we can eat.

She was worried about her daughter-in-law eating chicken, duck, and eggs.

"Comrade Xiao Quan, do you have any chicks or ducklings for sale where you live?"

"They don't have any in my hometown village, but they sell chicks and ducklings in the Huang family brigade next door."

His family raises good ducks, and their salted duck eggs are delicious.

Sister-in-law Quan asked excitedly:

"Shall I take Huijun to have a look?"

"I'll go too. Let's go now."

"Now?"

Song Xianglan is so bored she's practically moldy.

"Mom, you can't go out. You have to stay home and rest."

Shen Huijun was afraid she would faint halfway, "You need to take good care of your injury."

Song Xianglan's lips twitched.

The daughter-in-law is like a housekeeper.

"I'll just go take a look and soak up some sun."

Dr. Zhao told me to relax, explaining that a bad mood can affect wound healing.

You wouldn't want me to stay at home sighing and complaining, would you?

"You carry the basket, and I'll do the work."

Song Xianglan has already gone this far.

Shen Huijun couldn't refuse any longer, so she specially brought new clothes.

"Then change into your new clothes, but don't do any work."

"Okay. I'll do as you say."

Sister-in-law Quan listened with eyes full of envy.

He smiled at Shen's mother and said:

"Your Huijun is so wonderful; she gets along with her mother-in-law like a mother and daughter."

"She's a good person."

"She's a good person."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law spoke in unison.

The two looked at each other and both smiled.

Mrs. Shen was overjoyed and said she would go and buy a few chicks to raise at home.

He Chunyu held Shen's mother's hand and smiled faintly: "Mom, my little sister is so lucky, you can rest assured now."

Mother Shen scolded:

"What do I have to worry about? She's gentle and timid; she'll only be happy if she marries into a family like this."

When Mingming married into the family, she was filled with worry and fear of suffering.

Song Xianglan entered the room and changed her clothes with Shen Huijun's help.

Looking at her frail body, Shen Huijun couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Mom, you've suffered so much."

Song Xianglan smiled and patted the back of her hand, "With you all by my side, life isn't hard."

Several people went to Huangjia Brigade.

Sister-in-law Quan, in her forties, fell in love with a soldier at first sight. She even got her brother's help to arrange the marriage.

After marriage, she gave birth to children and took care of household chores.

She said she didn't want to marry a fisherman because life at sea was too hard.

Those men all act like lords when they get home, with bad tempers and fear of their wives being unruly.

She had witnessed too much suffering among the older generation of women in fishing villages.

She then turned her attention to the soldiers on the island; Sister-in-law Quan was a pragmatic woman.

In his previous life, he didn't have much interaction with Song Xianglan.

We walked for a while.

We arrived at the edge of a stone courtyard, where several lychee trees stood in the corner.

The lychees on the tree were turning red.

The branches, laden with leaves, were bent low under the weight of the leaves, making them exceptionally beautiful.

"Sister Huang."

Sister-in-law Quan pushed open the dilapidated wooden gate with two holes in it to the yard. "Is anyone home?"

A woman in her forties with dark skin, buck teeth, and single eyelids came out of the house.

The skin on my hands looks like old tree roots.

"Sister Huang, we've come to buy chicks."

"Yes. You wait."

Sister Huang pushed open the door to the room next door, a room specifically used for hatching chicks and ducklings.

The fluffy little chicks huddled together in the bamboo basket.

In the bamboo basket next door were tender yellow ducklings, huddled together and chirping incessantly.

My husband rides his bike to sell baby chickens and ducks.

We also raise chickens and ducks at home. If you need any eggs or duck eggs, just let us know.

"We can deliver to your door." Sister Huang spared no effort in promoting her products.

Shen's mother couldn't tell the quality of chickens and ducks.

Several people looked at Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan reached into the pile of chicks and scooped one up, squeezing it near its rear end. "This one's a hen."

After saying that, he looked at Shen Huijun and said, "Bring a basket."

Mother Shen glanced at it for a long time, then asked, "My dear in-law, how did you tell it was a hen?"

He Chunyu couldn't understand it either.

"To choose chicks, squeeze their rear ends. If there's a small thorn-like protrusion, it's a rooster; if not, it's a hen."

Most households raise hens. Roosters are also delicious if killed before they crow.

Shen's mother and He Chunyu were stunned.

I grabbed a few, squeezed them together, and looked at them.

I still don't understand what's going on.

"Mother-in-law, please pick a few for my family too. I'll have the children go dig for earthworms and gather seashells from the beach to mix with sweet potato leaves to feed the chickens and ducks."

"OK."

Song Xianglan selected forty chicks and forty ducklings.

People in Qingyang like to eat duck.

Duck is delicious no matter how it's cooked.

Song Xianglan remembered that Song Xiangdong liked to eat duck, so she specially picked out some ducks to take back with her.

Shen's mother was puzzled:

"Duck has a certain smell, so it doesn't taste very good when cooked. Even duck eggs can only be pickled into salted duck eggs."

"My dear in-law, my son Xiangdong loves to eat duck. I'll teach you a few ways to cook duck later."

Song Xianglan gave the money and bought twenty more duck eggs.

Sister Huang happily saw them off on their way.

The group returned home laden with their loot.

On the way back, they encountered Jia Dafang grabbing Zhao Xiaoyun's clothes and trying to start a fight.

"Zhao Xiaoyun. You're the one who encouraged me to go to Granny Song to complain. You said Shen Huijun stole a snakeskin bag of things to take back to her parents' home."

You left me there and ran off faster than a rabbit.

Jia Dafang is not quick-witted.

After being told by my family, I finally understood.

She is a person who always seeks revenge.

Once the bruises and swelling on his face subsided, he went to settle accounts with Jia Dafang.

Zhao Xiaoyun screamed in pain as she was beaten.

"Jia Dafang, you're so ugly, yet you still dream of marrying Song Xiangdong."

Don't think I don't know you had someone procure veterinary drugs, saying you'd find an opportunity to poison them where Deputy Regiment Commander Song would pass by.

"I'm ugly? How dare you say I'm ugly?"

"Take a piss and look in the mirror. Aren't you ugly?"

Zhao Xiaoyun spat out a mouthful of bloody taste, and her mother-in-law actually said that Jia Dafang was easy to control.

Her mother-in-law is so unreliable.

"I can have a son. How could Shen Huijun, who's as skinny as a monkey, possibly have a son?"

Song Xianglan never expected to encounter these two obstacles again.

They prepared veterinary medicine earlier than in their previous life.

She glanced at Shen Huijun, whose face was ashen. Her daughter-in-law, who was as soft as dough, needed to be trained to be a little more assertive.

Anger flashed in Song Xianglan's eyes.

He grabbed a tree branch from the roadside, rushed over, and started whipping the two men across the face.

"Jia Dafang, with your looks, it wouldn't be a problem if you had ten sons."

"Zhao Xiaoyun, you fucking deserve a beating."

I've seen vicious women, but I've never seen a vicious woman like you whose brain is buried in her ancestral grave.

Song Xianglan was relieved that it was her left arm that was injured.

Hitting someone with his right hand is effortless.

"Ah... I'll fight you to the death."

Jia Dafang and Zhao Xiaoyun were so ashamed that she interrupted their plans that they just wanted to vent their anger.

The two rushed towards Song Xianglan.

Shen Huijun was shocked to see that her mother-in-law, who had rendered meritorious service, dared to hit her.

The dough also exploded.

Shen's mother and He Chunyu remained silent, focusing solely on the battle.

Only Sister-in-law Quan looked at the basket on the ground and jumped up and down in a panic. "Hey, stop fighting!"

Nobody listened.

Zhao Xiaoyun and Jia Dafang thought that two against one would surely give them a chance to vent their anger.

Who knew that four women would beat up the two of them.

Shen Huijun was faking it all; her fighting was completely haphazard.

They started pulling at Jia Dafang's hair, leaving a bald patch the size of a fingernail on the top of her head.

She cried loudly.

The fight between several people alerted the authorities.

They were all taken to the security office of the family compound.

The head of the security department was having a bit of a headache.

Especially noticing that Song Xianglan's left arm was still tightly bandaged. And then, with her right hand wielding a tree branch, she whipped Jia Dafang and Zhao Xiaoyun until they looked like blooming steamed buns.

Jia Dafang's elderly father arrived, and Song Xiangdong also came.

Wu Fei also came over.

Sister-in-law Quan and He Chunyu followed along, carrying baskets. She felt it was necessary to be a proper bystander.

To be a witness in critical moments.

The first thing Song Xiangdong did upon arriving here was to rush to Song Xianglan.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Huijun".

He nervously held Song Xianglan's hand, then his gaze shifted to Shen Huijun's face.

Shen Huijun gritted her teeth and glared at him, blaming it all on his handsome face.

Song Xiangdong was taken aback.

Seeing the disdain in his wife's eyes, he asked, "Mom, what's wrong with me?"

Jia Dafang's father knew that his daughter had a bad temper.

He had several sons in his lifetime, but he was promoted the year he had his daughter.

In his eyes, his daughter was a lucky star.

It's inevitable that they spoiled her a little.

Girls might argue, but they won't do anything too outrageous.

He glared at Song Xianglan with displeasure.

"Sister-in-law, my Dafang is still a child who doesn't understand things."

If you have offended your sister-in-law in any way, I will apologize on her behalf.

Please be magnanimous and don't hold a grudge against a child.

The words coming out of this old man's mouth were so disgusting they made one want to vomit.

Song Xianglan's anger burned brighter and brighter, and she strode up to him.

He tilted his head back and gave him a disdainful look. "Have you ever seen a kid in their twenties?"