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

Shen's mother performed the smooth kneeling motion in order to stop Jia Dafang's father from morally blackmailing her.

I'm getting old after all.

It was Song Xianglan and her son who helped her up.

The old lady bowed to Jia Dafang's father apologetically and said:

"Your daughter is a child. My daughter and son-in-law are also children. We're all thinking about our own children. Let's not make things difficult for each other."

If you think you can solve the problem by kneeling down.

I told my family to take leave from work and come here to kneel.

Upon hearing this, the head of the security department...

This is outrageous!

He quickly offered words of comfort:

"Sister-in-law, we will definitely handle this fairly. Please don't act impulsively with your in-laws."

That in-law refers to Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan lifted her eyelids and said, "We believe the organization will handle this fairly."

Xiang Dong is a child who has been handed over to the organization; he should focus his mind on important matters.

We can't let such trivial matters bother him. My daughter-in-law and I try to avoid causing him any trouble.

After she finished speaking, she glared at Jia Dafang's father.

"snort."

He snorted before leaving.

Shen's mother and He Chunyu also snorted and went out.

Shen Huijun snorted several times and pulled Song Xiangdong away. "The chicks are still with Sister-in-law Quan."

……

Jia Dafang's father, looking both amused and exasperated, complained to Section Chief Ma:

"We're all from the same compound. You know, these women are just so petty..."

Section Chief Ma picked up his teacup and shook his head, saying:

"Your daughter is spoiled rotten. If you're a man, you should accept it without being petty."

"I……"

Jia Dafang's father's expression changed. "The child calls you uncle."

"The kids in the compound all call me uncle. One more won't make a difference..."

Section Chief Ma left with his teacup.

The head of the security department took the opportunity to slip out, saying he didn't want to hear Old Jia crying and sobbing there.

……

Song Xianglan and her family went back.

The first thing she did when she got home was to weave a chicken coop.

Chicks and ducklings are not suitable for being kept in chicken coops.

He took a sickle and wanted to go to the back mountain to cut some branches to weave a chicken coop.

Shen Huijun snatched the sickle from her hand.

They wouldn't let her go out no matter what they said.

"Mom, just stay home and relax. I... I'll find someone to help me weave a chicken coop."

"I can."

When Song Xiangdong was a child, he did all sorts of chores at home; there was almost no craft he couldn't do. "Huijun, you're cooking at home; your mother and mom must be hungry."

"it is good."

Shen Huijun rolled up her sleeves, grabbed a chicken from the coop, and said she was going to kill it and make soup.

Aunt Wang next door heard that they had fought with Jia Dafang again.

He grabbed a handful of pumpkin seeds.

A few people sat in the courtyard, eating sunflower seeds and chatting.

A month ago, Aunt Wang's family took a brood of chicks, but they were all beaten to death by a stool and a stick.

She saw the chicks and cursed the bench a few more times.

"Auntie, please put the chicks in my yard."

After hearing what Shen Huijun said, Aunt Wang also became interested.

Chickens and ducks are what rural people always want to raise.

If the people in the compound agreed, she would like to raise two pigs. Slaughtering a pig for the New Year and eating "pig-slaughtering feast" would be the real taste of the New Year.

"Is this okay?"

"We're neighbors, of course we can."

Song Xianglan agreed.

Grandma Wang shared the melon seeds with everyone. "Last year, my family scattered pumpkin seeds along the roadside, and we saved them to roast into melon seeds. I scattered pumpkin seeds again this year."

Song Xianglan liked to eat melon seeds.

"My family will plant them next year too."

Zhao Xiaoyun from next door returned home dejectedly, her eyes swollen like walnuts. Half of her face was swollen high, and she stared silently at the Song family's yard.

Song Xianglan stood up.

A hand carrying a basin of dishwater splashed it over.

"what……"

Zhao Xiaoyun screamed.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't like the look of you. Don't think that just because I punished you, you can look at my daughter-in-law with such a wronged and jealous gaze." Song Xianglan put the empty basin on the ground.

They arrived at the wall next to Zhao Xiaoyun's house.

"I'll come and stay in the family compound from time to time from now on, keeping an eye on you."

The Wu family's children hid inside the house.

Zhao Xiaoyun went back to the house crying.

He grabbed his daughter and slapped her, saying, "What good is it of me to have a little brat like you?"

Wu Daya's eyes turned red from the beating.

He harbored deep hatred for Song Xianglan.

Shen Huijun boiled water, and He Chunyu killed a chicken.

The chicken blood and internal organs are kept.

The chicken was stewed with tiger tail meat, and a few red dates were added.

Keep the chicken giblets and stir-fry them with pickled bamboo shoots and a little chili. You can eat two bowls of rice with that.

A young soldier ran over from the roadside.

"Aunt Song, there's a phone call from Qingyang."

A phone call from my hometown?

Song Xianglan and Shen Huijun exchanged a glance.

"Mom, could something have happened at home?"

"What's the caller's name?"

The young soldier shook his head. "She didn't say her name, and she sounded very anxious, like she was crying. Oh, right... it was a young woman's voice. She said she'd call back in a few minutes."

A young girl's voice?

Song Xianglan quickly stood up. "I know. It must be Tingting."

"Mom, I'll go with you."

Before Shen Huijun could speak, her mother urged, "Hurry up and go with your in-laws."

"No need. I can go by myself."

Shen Huijun took off the arm protector from her wrist and followed behind Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan had just arrived at the office.

Then the phone on my desk rang.

She eagerly answered the phone, "Hey. This is Song Xianglan, who is this?"

"Oh... I'm looking for Comrade Tong Zhan."

Song Xianglan handed the phone to another soldier in the office, her face revealing her anxiety.

Tong Zhan answered the phone.

……

Song Xianglan would glance at the time on the wall every now and then, almost counting the second hand.

Tong Zhan had just hung up the phone.

Another phone rang.

Song Xianglan quickly answered the call.

"Feed..."

A familiar voice came through the microphone, "Mom. It's me, Tingting."

After Song Tingting finished speaking, she burst into tears, feeling wronged.

"Mom. Dad won't let me go to school anymore. Yesterday he took me on a blind date."

I don't want to marry that bald guy; he has a foul mouth and keeps coming near me.

"Mom, Dad told me not to tell you. He said we should finalize the marriage in the next couple of days."

Song Tingting's aggrieved and desperate words instantly brought back Song Xianglan's memories of being exploited to the bone.

The last trace of warmth on her face vanished.

"Tingting, don't go back. Go to your uncle's house first."

"Mom. My eldest uncle is sick and not home, and my cousin-in-law said it's inconvenient for me to stay at her house. She also said that a girl this age should be engaged and married."

Hearing Song Tingting's desperate voice.

Song Xianglan regretted not breaking Yang Dashan and his son's legs before she came.

"Go to the slaughterhouse and find Gan Zhiyuan and the others."

"Yes. Mom... thank you... thank you for letting me study." Song Tingting on the phone seemed to have some bad thoughts.

Song Xianglan's heart tightened.

"Tingting, go to the slaughterhouse and find Gan Zhiyuan."

"My child, Mom is going back today. Please remember that Mom will always love you."

Song Xianglan's words ignited Song Tingting's hope.

She gripped the microphone and cried:

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xianglan turned to look at the anxious Shen Huijun.

"Huijun, I'm going back now."

"Mom, I'll go back with you," Shen Huijun blurted out.

"No need. That beast Yang Dashan wants Tingting to get married." Song Xianglan's anger was so intense that she wanted to rush over and kill Yang Dashan.

She hurried back.

Shen Huijun told Song Xiangdong to hurry back.

She also packed her things, worried about Song Xianglan traveling alone.

Song Xiangdong couldn't take time off to go back with her.

Several people persuaded Song Xianglan to agree to let Shen Huijun go back with her.

"Mom, if you won't let Huijun go back with you, then I'll take leave and go back with you." Song Xiangdong also lost his temper.

Song Xianglan: "..."

Okay. Let's go now.

Song Xianglan didn't even have time to eat lunch.

Aunt Wang went home and got a few cabbage and vermicelli buns. "Young lady, take these and eat them on the way."

"Mom. That annoying one is gone. Her chicks and ducklings are so small, they should belong to our family." Zhao Xiaoyun hid behind the door, discussing with Granny Lin about bringing all the Song family's chickens and ducks over.

"I'll go get a few tonight."

Song Xianglan entrusted all the chickens and ducklings in her family to Aunt Wang.

Song Xiangdong took them to Sancuo Wharf.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law left by boat.

After they left.

Xiaxia and her parents brought some gifts to the family compound.

They met Song Xiangdong, who was returning from the dock.

Xiaxia's mother then realized that Song Xianglan had already gone back.

She was extremely annoyed.

They gave the gift to Song Xiangdong and left his address and phone number. They said that if Song Xianglan came again in the future, please give her a call.

"Tell your aunt. I rented a house in the village, and Xiaxia and I stayed on the island."

Only then did Song Xiangdong realize how many good deeds his mother had done.