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

The women's director turned green with rage.

His hand trembled as he pointed at Tang Xiuhe, like someone with Parkinson's disease, and he couldn't utter a coherent sentence for a long time.

Tang Xiuhe was going all out at this moment.

Influenced by clan and collectivist values, the family is considered above the individual in everyone's eyes.

People expect women to be patient and dutiful to their parents-in-law.

Women who are submissive deserve praise and sympathy. A dying elder's confession, made to clear away karmic obstacles, is the highest honor a woman can receive in her life.

Song Xianglan's behavior is despicable.

Unfortunately, Song Xianglan's rebellion also inspired Lin Fang, and the two women lived a prosperous life after their divorce.

She also helped some women in the village earn income.

Tang Xiuhe didn't dare to resist before because she had no comparison, but what she saw after returning was too shocking.

Reputation is worthless.

Even though Lin Fang lost her reputation after her divorce, she can still go to the city and find a man with a stable job.

She can't bear it anymore.

"Director, brigade leader, branch secretary, you should be the judges."

This old geezer is so immoral, what are we, the younger generation, supposed to do?

There's a cunning old rat in the house who sneaks around every day, moving things from the house to his daughter's place.

If my daughter is really struggling, not having enough to eat or wear, then I'll accept it.

But Xiujuan married a city dweller and received government-subsidized grain rations. His clothes cost twenty or thirty yuan apiece, while I, on the other hand, would be scolded by the old couple for being wasteful if I went to the commune to buy a two-yuan garment.

Tang Xiuhe became more and more excited as she spoke.

The voice was harsh and stern.

"What do you think I got out of marrying Yu Laosan? Was it because he abused me, because he never showered, because he treated me like a slave, or because his whole family were bloodsuckers?"

Many of the women around the room had tears in their eyes as they listened.

These days, which mother-in-law and daughter-in-law don't have some disagreements? Tang Xiuhe is too daring.

The women's director sensed that things were not going well.

Raising his voice, he roared, "Tang Xiuhe, stop bringing up those old, trivial matters."

The whole country is now talking about building spiritual civilization and advocating family harmony and neighborly harmony. You can't become a bad apple in our brigade and ruin the reputation of the whole brigade because of some personal matter.

If this unhealthy trend that undermines unity cannot be stopped, how can we create a civilized new countryside?

"Pfft... Hahaha..."

It was that familiar voice again.

Song Xianglan laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up, and she even wiped the corners of her eyes with her hand.

The women's director's eyes practically popped out of their sockets:

"Song Xianglan, are you ever going to stop?"

Song Xianglan waved her hand, laughing until tears welled up in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Director, I really couldn't help it. You just talked about unity? In our village, there's not a single bit of neighborly unity."

She straightened up.

The smile on his face vanished instantly, and his eyes swept coldly over the brigade leader and the party secretary: "With Granny Yu around, we neighbors are like fighting cocks."

You probably don't know, but this old hag chases after my son, Xiangdong, calling him an idiot all day long.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

The women's director was about to criticize Song Xianglan for undermining unity.

Upon hearing the second half of the sentence, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Song Xianglan stared at the village officials.

He said it word by word:

"Not only did they call him an idiot, but they also encouraged my son Xiangdong to eat shit, tricking him into believing that the chicken droppings were candy. They even pointed at the mangy old female dog at the village entrance and said she was Xiangdong's wife, telling him to take her home and live with her."

Everyone in the village knows about this.

We often tell this story as a joke.

But now Song Xianglan has brought it up in front of everyone.

The nature of it then changes.

Someone in the crowd immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, I heard it too. Granny Yu was saying it by the well that day, laughing so wildly."

"I heard it too. They even said that Xiang Dong is mentally unstable and is a perfect match for that lame dog."

The faces of the brigade leader and the party secretary instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

If this were an ordinary idiot, it wouldn't be a problem, but who is Song Xiangdong?

That was a first-class combat hero.

The military recently sent Song Xianglan a certificate of honor, and county leaders have also specifically praised her.

To call someone a combat hero—once that label is attached to someone, no one can deny it.

The captain, who had just tried to break up the fight, now felt a chill run down his spine.

He glared fiercely at Yu Laosan, who was huddled in the corner, and then glanced at Yu Laotou.

This is Yu's family.

He's always courting death; he might get beaten to death by Song the butcher one day.

The Party Secretary coughed, his expression changed, and he became as serious as if he were holding a criticism and struggle session.

"This is quite outrageous; it's a serious ideological problem. It must be severely criticized."

He turned to look at Yu Laosan and said, "Laosan, go back and tell your parents that if this kind of behavior that undermines the unity between the military and the people and insults heroes happens again, I will send them to the police station."

And you, if you dare to hit your wife again, I'll be the first to not let you off.

The women's director quickly seized the opportunity and said to Tang Xiuhe:

"Alright, calm down. Since you've been wronged, we'll definitely stand up for you. We'll talk to the Yu family and give them a talking-to."

Is this over?

Although there was no substantial punishment.

But for Tang Xiuhe, being able to get village officials to publicly criticize her parents-in-law and husband was already an unprecedented victory.

Song Xianglan pouted.

I felt a little unsatisfied.

It's a pity Granny Yu ran fast, otherwise she would have been badly injured today.

The sound of a baby crying came from inside the Yu family's house.

Heartbreaking.

Tang Xiuhe froze, ignoring her injuries and messy hair, and rushed into the house.

As a mother.

In my heart, the child is still the most important.

The Party Secretary waved his hand:

"Alright, alright, everyone, go home. Why aren't you home for lunch? Are you all just going to starve here?"

The group then dispersed, still wanting more.

As the ugly woman walked back, she muttered to Song Xianglan:

"It's not enough to just watch the drama unfold. It's a pity that old hag Yu ran away, otherwise this show could have gone on for another half hour."

Widow Wang, standing nearby, also laughed:

"You can run away, but you can't hide. It's like when the old woman comes back and sees this mess at home, she'll still cause trouble."

Sister-in-law Yu stood at the gate of the courtyard.

Seeing the few people still lingering and trying to eavesdrop, he snapped at them impatiently:

"What are you looking at? Trying to beg for food in the middle of the day?"

After saying that, he glared at Song Xianglan fiercely.

He was clearly holding a grudge against Song Xianglan for stirring things up earlier.

Would Song Xianglan indulge her?

He immediately stopped and turned around, giving her a disdainful look.

"What are you staring at with those dog eyes? If one door closes, another opens. You're a complete idiot, exactly like everyone else. You've squandered a winning hand and still have the nerve to yell here."

Sister-in-law Yu was so angry she nearly fell backward.

She wanted to yell back but didn't dare; Song Xianglan had already swayed away.

Back in my own yard.

Song Xianglan went straight to the kitchen.

She pulled the firewood out of the stove and casually took a large sweet potato and stuffed it into the hot ashes to simmer.

Lift the lid of the pot.

A rich aroma of meat wafted over instantly, making one's mouth water.

The steak in the pot was stewed until tender and flavorful, and the broth was thick with a subtle satay taste.

Song Xianglan took a large bowl and scooped out a big piece of steak and several pieces of fatty and lean beef brisket.

Another spoonful of broth was poured over it, and the aroma filled the air.

She took the bowl and a pair of chopsticks and walked to the gate of the courtyard.

Shen Huijun happened to walk over and saw Song Xianglan carrying a bowl out; her eyes lit up.

"Huijun, eat it while it's hot. The steak is freshly stewed and smells delicious." Song Xianglan shoved the bowl and chopsticks into her hands.

Shen Huijun felt a warm glow in her heart as she looked at the overflowing meat in her bowl.

She deliberately exaggeratedly supported her hip with her left hand and winked playfully:

"Thank you, Mom, for letting me eat alone again. You've made me so fat."

Song Xianglan smiled and said:

"Being a little chubby is good; it means you're blessed. A daughter-in-law who marries into our family deserves to be cherished, unlike the heartless family next door who mistreats their daughter-in-law."

A few bystanders who hadn't gone far were also watching.

The aroma of the meat filled the air.

His eyes almost popped out.

These days, who would be willing to eat such a large piece of meat?

Someone couldn't help but exclaim enviously, "Huijun, what kind of meat is that? It smells so good!"

Shen Huijun picked up a piece of beef brisket and stuffed it into her mouth, squinting her eyes in satisfaction: "Steak. My mom's cooking is superb, even better than the chefs at state-run restaurants."

"Tsk tsk, Old Song is such a good mother-in-law. She was always good to Chen Xiuqin, and now she treats Xiang Dong's wife like her own daughter."

Those daughters-in-law who suffer mistreatment in their husband's family.

They were all so envious their eyes turned red.

A sharp voice suddenly broke out from the crowd: "Xiang Dong's lost his mind. If Song Xianglan doesn't curry favor with her daughter-in-law, who will take care of her in her old age?"

These words were spoken.

The surrounding air grew a few degrees colder.

The ugly woman, who was eating melon seeds, immediately turned around upon hearing this and spat at the woman who had spoken:

"What happened to Xiang Dong? He's a wounded hero."

Even standing still to the east, he's much taller than your son. Your son looks like a clay dragon cooked in a clay pot, crooked and unable to straighten up. How dare you laugh at others?

The woman who was being scolded turned a deep shade of liver: "Who...who are you talking about?"

The ugly woman wasn't given a chance at all; she continued to attack.

"And your youngest son looks like a scalded dog shark, all skin and no human form."

"you……"

Liu Chounu nodded earnestly: "There's nothing I can do, it's your family's seed that's so bad. It's just that I wasn't blind enough to marry into your family, otherwise, the child I gave birth to would have been a cooked mud dragon."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone knew that back then, Liu Chounu had met Yang Tulongpo's man, but Liu Chounu didn't like him.

Later, when the Earth Dragon Woman married into the family, she made sarcastic remarks to the ugly girl several times.

Everyone burst into laughter.

The Earth Dragon Woman stomped her feet in anger, covered her face, and ran away.

It's really unforgiving for that ugly woman to keep talking, but it's satisfying to hear.

……

the other side.

The mountain breeze carried a hint of coolness.

Song Xiangdong and Zhou Fang moved silently through the dense forest like two cheetahs.

The two followed the clues they had previously gathered.

They tracked him all the way to the vicinity of Scarface's lair.

These people are very cunning.

They actually had more than one place to stay; they were truly cunning, with multiple burrows.

The two lay prone behind a bush.

Peering out through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

In the ravine ahead, several furtive figures were carrying a heavy wooden box, struggling to move it towards a hidden cave entrance on the mountainside.

"Look to the east," Zhou Fang said in a low voice, pointing to the box. "It's so heavy, there must be something good inside."

Song Xiangdong's eyes were sharp as he stared intently at the opening of the hole.

He made a shushing gesture.

He carefully observed the surrounding terrain. The entrance to the cave was hidden by dense vines. If he hadn't seen someone go in with his own eyes, he would never have known that there was such a hidden place here.

Once those people entered the cave, the outside returned to deathly silence.

Song Xiangdong moved slightly, a cold glint in his eyes.

These guys hid it so well; it looks like they've caught a big fish this time.

"Wait." Song Xiangdong moved his lips and silently uttered two words.

The two lay quietly in the grass, like lurking wild beasts.