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

On the other side of the wall, Old Man Yu's face turned ashen, and he swung his pipe at Song Xianglan on the wall.

"Old Song! Stop stirring things up. We're all neighbors; people should be trying to mediate, not stirring up trouble like this."

Song Xianglan was a vengeful person.

Back when Song Xiangdong had just gone mad, Granny Yu often gossiped and mocked him behind his back.

They even called Song Xiangdong an idiot and made him perform a striptease and somersaults in front of everyone. However, Song Xiangdong hit Granny Yu with a tree branch.

If they knew Xiang Dong was doing well now, they might go crazy again.

Old Yu looks honest.

He also made a lot of sarcastic remarks behind the scenes.

Song Xianglan's gaze swept over him like a knife.

"Old Yu, you look like a turtle, with a conch-shaped head that's full of unfermented excrement."

Who are you directing here?

"If you hadn't been there stirring up trouble and taking sides, would your son have beaten his daughter-in-law to death?"

She had disliked this family for a long time.

No amount of provocation could quell the hatred in my heart.

Old Man Yu was so angry that his beard trembled. "Being your neighbor is the worst luck imaginable."

Song Xianglan was delighted to hear this.

They laughed so hard they were doubled over.

"Is it because my family's prosperous energy is suppressing your family's feng shui, or is it because it's delaying your old lewd flirting?"

If your ancestors had any power, they would have taken your whole bunch of thieving in-laws down with them, so you wouldn't be making a fool of yourselves here and ruining the next generation.

Just then, the brigade leader and Liu Chunhua arrived.

Upon hearing this, the captain's face darkened, and he shouted with his hands behind his back:

"Song Xianglan. No feudal superstition allowed."

At this moment, people from all over the village who heard the commotion ran over to see what was going on.

What a scene, what a spectacle!

The villagers were so eager to see what was happening that they hadn't heard the news long enough to miss the main event.

The old ladies under the banyan tree at the village entrance, who usually get a few chirps from the crickets when they pass by, now had their eyes shining and occupied the best viewing spots.

"Old Song, you're promoting feudal superstition! You need to be criticized and educated!" An old woman, always eager for a good show, said.

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes and pointed at Old Man Yu.

"Hey, you rascal. Old Yu looks like he's living a feudal, superstitious life. Why don't you, Captain, go and verify this and criticize him?"

The captain's lips twitched.

I pretended not to hear and quickly squeezed into the Yu family's yard.

At this moment, the situation in the courtyard suddenly changed.

As expected of men, Yu Laosan was strong. He was stunned when he was grabbed, but now that he had come to his senses, he pushed Tang Xiuhe to the ground.

He straddled her and slapped her across the face.

"Snapped!"

The sound sent a shiver down the spines of everyone around.

Shen Huijun stood on the chair, her face flushed with anxiety, and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Domestic violence against women is forbidden. We women must say no to domestic violence. Captain, you must do something about this!"

Shen Huijun shouted that.

Even a few elderly women who were watching the commotion couldn't stand it anymore.

This isn't a fight, this is a life-threatening situation.

Although Yu Ersao and Tang Xiuhe didn't get along usually, she was afraid that she would also be beaten by Yu Lao Er in the future.

They rushed forward and grabbed Yu Laosan's hand tightly, dragging him out.

"Sister-in-law, come quick and help! If you really kill her, you'll have to pay with your life!"

Sister-in-law Yu was unhappy and secretly annoyed that her second son's wife was meddling in other people's business. Wouldn't it be better to let her third son teach that shrew a lesson?

But it was unwilling, no matter how unwilling it was.

If something really happens, everyone will be doomed, so we have no choice but to bite the bullet and go help break up the fight.

Song Xianglan watched with great interest, when suddenly her nose twitched.

She remembered that there was still steak stewing in the pot, and it would be a waste if it burned.

"Huijun, you keep an eye on it, I'll go check on the fire."

Song Xianglan jumped off the chair and rushed back to the kitchen.

I lifted the lid and saw the broth bubbling away.

The aroma was so strong that I quickly stirred it a few times with a spatula.

He added another piece of firewood to the stove and let the fire simmer for a while longer.

When I came out.

She grabbed two washed tomatoes from the vegetable basket and ran outside while eating them.

Back at the base of the wall, she handed Shen Huijun a bright red tomato.

"Wash it clean, eat some tomatoes to calm your nerves, don't go hungry."

Holding a tomato in her hand, Shen Huijun looked anxious. "Mom, Tang Xiuhe was beaten; her face is all swollen."

Song Xianglan finished half a tomato in a few bites, the juice dripping down her chin. She wiped it away casually and climbed back up the wall.

Seeing Yu Laosan, who was being pulled away by several people but still looked fierce, his temper flared up instantly.

She leaned over the wall and shouted at Tang Xiuhe, who was still panting heavily on the ground in the courtyard:

"Tang Xiuhe. That old coward dared to incite your man to hit you, so you should beat him to death. You can't beat him with your bare hands, but aren't there axes and kitchen knives over there? Grab some weapons."

The captain, who had just squeezed into the crowd, was so frightened that he rushed over and covered Song Xianglan's mouth.

"Ancestor! Stop stirring up trouble. You'll be responsible if someone dies."

Song Xianglan turned her head and punched the captain in the arm with her backhand.

"Don't touch me!"

Liu Chunhua rushed over and gave the brigade leader a sharp rap on the forehead.

It's very crisp.

"That's like putting a plaster on your ass. Why aren't you trying to stop Old Yu from taking sides? What are you doing here talking about Old Song? Can't you see it's the Yu family bullying people?"

The captain covered his forehead, so angry that sparks seemed to fly from his lips.

"Women and petty men are the hardest to deal with, but I won't stoop to their level!"

Liu Chunhua snorted coldly, hands on her hips: "Fine, you won't stoop to my level. Then go back and cook for yourself. I'm on strike today, I'm not cooking for you."

The captain was immediately rendered speechless.

Right at this chaotic moment.

A scream suddenly came from the courtyard.

"Ah—murder!"

Tang Xiuhe suddenly pushed away the person who was helping her, rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and rushed out.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was covered in bloodstains, and her eyes were fiercer than a ghost's.

Yu Laosan was pulled to the other side. This time, Tang Xiuhe didn't rush towards him, but went straight to Old Man Yu, who was standing at the door smoking.

"It's all your fault, you old geezer."

Tang Xiuhe chased after him, brandishing a kitchen knife.

Old Man Yu was so frightened that he dropped his pipe.

With a cry of "Oh my god!", he took off running, moving at a speed that belied his age.

He ran, she chased, but that old man couldn't escape even if he had wings.

Old Man Yu scrambled out of the yard.

They darted toward the main road.

Tang Xiuhe, brandishing a gleaming kitchen knife, chased after her relentlessly.

"You old geezer, stop right there! I'm going to chop off your conch head!"

The villagers who had been watching scattered with a bang.

Fearing being accidentally injured, many others followed behind to watch the spectacle.

The brigade leader and the party secretary were sweating profusely and quickly called for several strong laborers.

"Quick, stop her! How could she use a kitchen knife on an elderly person? Doesn't she have any manners as a daughter-in-law?"

The standards for being a daughter-in-law.

In the eyes of these older generations, this is a very high level.

Being filial to one's parents-in-law requires fulfilling both the duties of "filial piety" and "obedience".

Even if your in-laws try to pin the blame on you.

You have to smile and say it smells good.

The women's director, along with several strong women, finally managed to stop the crazed Tang Xiuhe and take the kitchen knife away after a great deal of effort.

Tang Xiuhe was pinned to the ground, still struggling desperately, letting out a beast-like roar.

Several village officials surrounded Tang Xiuhe.

Everyone's faces darkened, and they began to criticize harshly.

"Tang Xiuhe, you've gone too far!" The Party Secretary said, hands behind his back, his face stern. "That's your father-in-law. How dare you chase him with a knife? This is unfilial, the behavior of a shrew."

"Yu Laosan is usually honest and doesn't hit people. Today he was forced to fight. It shows that a virtuous wife reduces trouble for her husband. It's all because you, woman, are too troublesome." The women's director chimed in from the side.

"You need to reflect deeply on your actions."

Song Xianglan stood on the outer edge of the crowd.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This laugh sounded particularly jarring in the solemn atmosphere of the denunciation session.

The Party Secretary suddenly turned his head and glared at her:

"Song Xianglan, what are you laughing at? How can you laugh at a time as serious as this?"

Song Xianglan slowly ate the remaining tomato and said:

"I heard a funny joke and couldn't help but laugh. 'When the tiger's away, the monkeys talk nonsense.' Is this what they call official arrogance? Hahaha..."

The Party Secretary's face turned ashen.

The group of cadres standing nearby also had cold expressions.

Seeing that she had the upper hand, Song Xianglan stopped and made a zipping motion.

"Okay, okay, stop laughing, you guys keep acting."

The women's director continued to berate Tang Xiuhe:

"He's the biological mother and father of your husband. What's wrong with him eating a few pig's trotters? In our time, people would even cut off pieces of their own flesh to show filial piety to their parents. You should always remember to respect your elders. How can you kill someone for a few bites of food?"

"That's outrageous!"

"puff--"

Song Xianglan almost spat out the tomato she had just swallowed.

He laughed again.

Now, all eyes in the room turned to her.

Song Xianglan wiped her mouth, threw the tomato stem on the ground, and looked at the women's director who was talking animatedly:

"Hey Director, you're like someone cracking sunflower seeds through their ass—how can you even open your mouth like that?"

What era are we living in now?

So now they've switched from foot binding to cerebellum binding, huh? And they're even cutting flesh to give to their parents?

"You cadres should set an example by cutting off a couple of ounces of meat to show your respect to your elders at home, and let us all see what you've got to do."

These words were spoken.

The tense atmosphere instantly dissipated.

Many young people around couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle.

I was really amused by Song Xianglan's line, "Eating melon seeds with your asshole."

The women's director was so angry that her face turned red and her neck bulged. "You...you're just being unreasonable."

The rules passed down from our ancestors for thousands of years are the natural order and ethical principles.

"For a woman to dare lay a hand on a man, verbally abuse her mother-in-law, and chase her father-in-law with a knife—if word got out, she'd be utterly depraved, worse than a pig or a dog."

Song Xianglan, not to be outdone, laughed even louder.

"Director, your resentment is so strong that you could become a ghost messenger even if you don't die."

Now that you're a mother-in-law, things have gotten better for you. Have you forgotten what it was like when you were young?

A few years ago, I would curse your mother-in-law under the banyan tree for three days and three nights without repeating myself, I was almost ready to stick voodoo dolls in her mouth and wish her an early ascension to heaven.

Now that she's finally a mother-in-law after years of being a daughter-in-law, she's starting to act like a saint?

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Old stories have been dug up, and the women's director's face has been ripped off and trampled on.

The women's director stared blankly for a long time, unable to utter a word, her face turning a deep purplish-red.

Tang Xiuhe, sitting on the ground with a swollen and red face and disheveled hair, actually grinned when she heard this.

The laughter was both mournful and sarcastic.

She raised her head and stared intently at the women's director:

"Director, you're right. Then I'll learn from you, I'll also make effigies and curse every day."

Since this is a "fine tradition" passed down by our village's women's director, wouldn't it be disrespectful of you if I didn't follow it?