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

The more Song Xianglan thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

He's got a wicked aura about him and can't do anything worthwhile.

"Dahua, I need to go to the brigade headquarters to ask around." Song Xianglan shook the chicken feathers off her hands, and Liu Dahua sat on a small stool plucking the feathers. "I'll do it. You go and do your thing."

Song Xianglan rushed into the brigade headquarters with a gust of wind.

The room was filled with smoke. Brigade leader Wang Jianguo was smoking with the old Party Secretary when Song Xianglan walked in with a menacing look. The cigarettes in their hands trembled involuntarily.

"Xianglan, please sit down."

Wang Jianguo quickly stood up to offer him his seat, a smile plastered on his face. "What's wrong? Who upset you?"

Song Xianglan didn't sit down either, but put her hands on her hips and said, "That short-lived Yang Dashan is still alive because God took a nap and didn't take him away to make room for good people."

"Which guy is baring his teeth, spitting filth, and trying to drag my son into this?"

Wang Jianguo was making tea. He took an empty cup, washed it, poured the tea, and placed it on the wooden tea table. "This news just came back. Someone from our brigade called the Northwest and said that Yang Dashan's son has performed a great service."

After being demobilized and becoming a cadre, he reported Yang Dashan's connections.

Furthermore, Yang Dashan was injured while rushing into the fire to save collective property, which is considered a work-related injury and therefore warrants preferential treatment.

"Old Song, he's still the child's father. We also need to consider Xiang Dong's future career path."

The old Party Secretary's eyelids drooped. "It's good to have Yang Dashan back; it's better than him arguing there."

Xiang Dong has reached this position at such a young age; who knows how high he might go in the future. We can't leave behind any cause for criticism.

"Anyway, he won't survive. They say he's almost cooked. If he comes back, it'll just be a waste of a grave. He won't be buried on your mountain. He'll be buried in the Yang family's cemetery."

The old Party Secretary's words were all for Xiang Dong's benefit.

Song Xianglan was unwilling to be schemed against like this.

"Bullshit!"

Song Xianglan spat on the ground, "Yang Dashan is trying to save collective property my ass. He must have tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice instead, which is why he got smashed."

Which brain-dead bastard is this, spouting nonsense everywhere?

This is a critical period for Song Xiangdong.

Since he transferred to this position, everything he does has left people speechless.

"He's on his way back. Both he and Zhang Yujuan were commended for their meritorious service; they were imprisoned for misconduct. Now their sentences have been reduced."

Song Xianglan... she was so angry she turned into a little fireball.

"Who told Yang Dashan to perform meritorious service eastward?"

The old Party Secretary, with his hands clasped behind his back, slowly exhaled a smoke ring:

"Who else could it be? Wang Dahai, of course. You took his family's compensation money and made a fortune, while he lost his job and was forced to be with Zhang Mahua. He lost face in the village and is full of resentment."

Furthermore, some people felt sorry for Yang Dashan, and before long, some bad intentions began to surface.

"Wang Dahai?"

Song Xianglan sneered, "I knew it was this old geezer."

"He wanted to get Zhang Yujuan, who was imprisoned, out of jail," the old Party Secretary added. "I don't know who he heard from, but Song Xiangdong was transferred to a cadre position, so he got the idea to make calls everywhere to find connections, hoping to use Xiangdong's name to get her out."

Song Xianglan was furious when she heard this.

He turned and ran outside.

Seeing this, Wang Jianguo became so anxious that his voice changed tone.

"Oh no! Old Party Secretary, why did you have to say that? Isn't this just adding fuel to the fire?"

"If we don't tell, she'll tear the roof off our house." The old Party Secretary calmly went to get a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes. "It's better to let her cause trouble for the Wang family than to bang on the table here."

Wang Jianguo thought it made sense and quickly chased after them to see what was going on.

The old Party Secretary followed slowly behind.

Song Xianglan stormed home in a huff.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I ran into Chunxia carrying a basin of freshly changed diapers downstairs.

"Auntie, what's wrong? You look so pale?"

Song Xianglan ignored them and rushed straight to the outhouse in the backyard, grabbing the long-handled manure ladle used for scooping out excrement. The ladle still had some old grime that hadn't been rinsed off, emitting a refreshing smell.

She rolled up her sleeves, picked up her manure scoop, and headed out.

Upon seeing this, Chunxia felt every pore on her body open up with excitement.

She threw the diaper basin on the ground and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Sister Haiyan, I'm going out with my aunt!"

Zhang Haiyan poked her head out from upstairs: "Where are you going?"

"A fight. Judging from her expression, my aunt is going to wipe out the whole family."

The shout startled everyone in the room.

Just as Liu Dahua was about to go downstairs, Zhang Haiyan grabbed her arm.

"Mom, you watch the child, I'm going to help Aunt Song." She actually wanted to see Song Xianglan dominate the scene.

Song Tingting also threw down her book and ran downstairs.

"Mom, I'm going too. Anyone who dares to bully our family, I'll tear them apart."

Shen Huijun paced anxiously in the room, trying to get out of bed by lifting the covers, but her mother held her down firmly.

"Are you out of your mind? You're in your postpartum period!" Shen's mother was terrified, her face turning pale. "Who is your mother-in-law fighting with? It's scary to see her carrying a manure scoop."

"Mom, you don't understand. Some people just need to be taught a lesson." Shen Huijun spoke of her mother-in-law with admiration. "My mom is a heroine. Someone must have been talking nonsense again. I really wish I could go out and lend a hand."

Seeing her daughter's expression of wanting to give her heart to her mother-in-law, Shen's mother felt a pang of sadness.

"You like your mother-in-law that much? More than your own mother?"

Shen Huijun gave her mother a reproachful look.

"Mom, you're jealous too? There's no mother-in-law/daughter-in-law conflict between us. My mom is really good to me. Look at all this stuff in the house, she took care of everything. I'm truly grateful to be a part of this family."

"You, as her own mother, shouldn't be jealous."

Looking at her daughter's rosy cheeks, Shen's mother smiled: "Yes, you've really hit the jackpot. To be honest, you're luckier than your older sister."

Thinking of her eldest daughter, Shen's mother's eyes reddened.

"Your eldest sister went to the countryside early and married a fellow educated youth who went to the countryside with her. I thought that since we were both from the city, we could live a decent life."

Who knew he was a spineless coward who was blindly filial to his parents? His mother-in-law was biased and made his older sister do all the dirty and tiring work, saying that his parents had raised him with great difficulty and that his wife should take care of him and be filial to him.

Your brother-in-law gives all his salary to his mother, and that mother-in-law is still eyeing your sister's salary all the time.

They always find an excuse to ask for money every three to five days. The things I asked your older sister to take back are very useful in their small family.

Life here is a mess, not even as good as your rural life.

"Mom, let my eldest sister come visit us sometime, and let Mom give me some advice." Shen Huijun held her mother's hand. "Xiangdong is busy right now and can't come back. I can't let anyone bully Mom."

Mrs. Shen nodded: "It's a good thing that Xiang Dong is busy; it's for the country and for his future. As his family member, you should understand."

"I understand... heading east is a good option."

Speaking of Song Xiangdong, Shen Huijun's happiness was visibly overflowing.

……

Carrying a manure scoop, Song Xianglan arrived at Wang Dahai's doorstep with great speed.

Wang Dahai's gate was wide open. He sat on a small stool in the yard, basking in the sun, humming a little tune with his eyes half-closed, completely unaware of the impending disaster.

"Wang Dahai. You green-haired turtle bastard with prostate problems turning into meningitis. You have a vast grassland on your head, yet you worry about nothing; you're as indifferent as a dog eating radishes. You're a perfectly good human, yet you insist on running alongside animals."

This shout startled Wang Dahai.

Before he could react, Song Xianglan rushed in like a demon, wielding a manure scoop with great force, heading straight for the large water vat in the kitchen.

"Splash—"

The dung ladle was plunged hard into the water vat, splashing water everywhere.

The once clear water instantly became murky, and the slight "stale taste" on the spoon dissolved in the water, rendering the water tank completely useless.

Wang Dahai stared with his swollen eyes at Song Xianglan's shrewish behavior, racking his brains for a few harsh words to retort.

But his mind went blank, and after a long pause, he managed to utter:

"You...you're spewing filth. I am the vast grassland, and you are the grass."

"If I were grass, I'd grow on your coffin lid." Song Xianglan slammed the manure scoop on the ground, pointed at his nose and cursed, "I'll take root, sprout, and grow strong, so that the grass on your grave is taller than the trees, and your ashes will drift away with the wind and be nowhere to be found."

Song Xianglan raised her hand and threw a dung scoop.

He eased up a bit and slapped Wang Dahai directly on the calf.

"Ouch!" Wang Dahai jumped three feet high in pain.

Wang Dahai's current wife, Zhang Mahua, returned from the riverbank carrying a laundry basin. Upon entering the yard and seeing the mess, she threw the basin on the ground.

"Sister Song! What are you doing? Coming to my house to hit people?" Zhang Mahua rushed over to protect her husband.

Song Xianglan held the manure scoop horizontally, blocking Zhang Mahua's path, her eyes slicing through him like knives.

"He's as short as a shrew, with a face like an oyster shell, and a head the size of earwax that wanders around the commune. You need to have a brain that's been through the wringer, the mudskippers, and the wading through the mud to think of someone as good-for-nothing as Wang Dahai as a treasure."

Zhang Mahua was stunned by the scolding.

He kept his mouth open for a long time, unable to close it.

"I'm telling you two, if you're so idle, go lick the latrine." Song Xianglan got angrier and angrier as she cursed, and slammed the latrine scoop against the broken window next to her.

"To get his ex-wife, who went to jail for having an affair, out of jail, they've resorted to all sorts of dirty tricks, even targeting my son. The Wang family wants to erect a monument and carry a banner for Yang Dashan. If you have no shame, I'll tear it off and use it to wipe the ass of stray dogs."

Seeing Zhang Mahua's expression change, Wang Dahai jumped up and cursed:

"You shrew! You're slandering me! Ma Hua, she's a mad dog biting people indiscriminately."

"I'm not a mad dog, you're a dung beetle that even a dung beetle would avoid." Song Xianglan raised the dung scoop to hit her again.

A large group of people suddenly rushed into the courtyard.

Chunxia rushed to the front, followed by Zhang Haiyan, Song Tingting, and a group of villagers who loved to watch the excitement.

Chunxia, ​​always eager for drama, shouted, "Uncle Wang, stop arguing! Do you want me to tell you when you made that call and what you said to Zhang Yujuan on the phone?"

She didn't know either; she was just trying to trick them.

Wang Dahai's face turned deathly pale instantly, like a chicken being choked, unable to utter a sound.