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

Wang Dahai huddled in the corner, sweat dripping down his temples and wetting his collar.

He divorced Zhang Yujuan because of pride, but after marrying Zhang Mahua, he recalled Zhang Yujuan's tenderness and affection.

Zhang Mahua snores, grinds his teeth, and farts in his sleep; he smacks his lips when he eats. He's also getting fatter and fatter, and when he walks, he waddles like an army on the battlefield. You can see his throat moving when he speaks.

A phone call to the Northwest Labor Reform Farm, and Zhang Yujuan's "Brother Hai" captivated him.

He wants his Yujuan back.

Zhang Mahua, who had been protecting Wang Dahai just moments before, suddenly understood what was happening. Like a hen with its feathers standing on end, she turned and charged at Wang Dahai, grabbing his ear and digging her fingernails into his flesh.

"You, Wang Dahai! You think I'm ugly and want to bring that slut back?"

I do all the housework, farm work, and fruit tree planting in your house. I even take care of your grandchildren. And you fucking want to kick me out?

"Let go! You crazy woman!" Wang Dahai howled in pain. "Song the butcher is deliberately trying to sow discord."

Song Xianglan had no interest in watching this dog-eat-dog fight. She picked up the wood-chopping axe leaning against the door and strode into the main room.

The room was furnished exactly as Zhang Yujuan left it: a five-drawer chest with peeling red paint and a dressing table with a missing corner of a mirror.

"Bang!"

Song Xianglan swung her axe, the broad back of which slammed down hard on the cabinet door. The wooden board cracked open, sending wood chips flying.

With a casual wave of her hand, the thermos on the cabinet was swept to the ground, its inner liner shattering and boiling water splashing everywhere.

"Sister Song, stop smashing it! This is all money!" Zhang Mahua let go of Wang Dahai and rushed over to stop him.

Song Xianglan shoved Zhang Mahua aside, saying, "If you want my son to make a mistake, I'll drag you all down to hell."

Anyway, I've lived long enough as an old woman, I'll make sure your Wang family's genealogy disappears from this page.

She chopped the eight-immortal table in the center of the main room with an axe, and her wrist went numb.

Chunxia came over to help overturn the table. The table legs dragged on the ground with a screeching sound before crashing heavily to the ground, leaving a large crack in the tabletop.

"Aunt Zhang, don't defend her. It's not your Zhang family that's being wiped out from the Wang family's genealogy. Don't be so stubborn."

"You pig-slaughtering bastard, Song! I'll fight you to the death!"

Wang Cong's face was bluish-purple, his eyes bulged out, and he was holding a half-brick in his hand.

He had just finished having dinner at his wife's parents' house with his wife and children when he heard that Song Xianglan had brought people to smash up his house. He was so angry that he threw his child into a pile of grass by the roadside and rushed in.

We arrived at the door.

He found half a brick, held it in his hand, and wanted to crack open Song Xianglan's head.

"Try touching my mom."

Song Tingting rushed out from the side, holding the pig-slaughtering knife that Song Xianglan usually used.

The blade was sharpened to a gleaming shine and pressed directly against the tip of Wang Cong's nose.

Wang Cong was forced to stop in his tracks, the brick in his hand trembling in mid-air.

"You're soaking your head in DDT, like a dead rat come to life, who are you going to fight?"

Song Tingting's voice was clear and crisp. "How dare you, a green-haired turtle-like grandson, utter the words 'Song the Pig Slaughterer'?"

When Wang Dahai tried to stage an accident to extort money from my brother for Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan, why the hell didn't you fight back?

Chunxia chimed in from the side, hands on her hips:

"Wang Cong, you've been to school, use your pig brain. Your father has political problems."

Yang Dashan wanted to drag Xiang Dong down with him. "My aunt Song smashing your house was to save your life. If you were sued in the commune for having bad intentions and needing reform, your whole family would be sent to the Northwest for reform."

In the past, it might have been possible to send it for renovation, but now it certainly won't.

Chunxia was good at bluffing; her words were so convincing that they left everyone stunned.

Wang Cong's hand, which was holding the brick, slowly fell down. The fierce light in his eyes faded, leaving only a gray and desolate scene.

He kept his head down, not daring to look Song Tingting in the eye, and even less daring to look at the neighbors pointing and whispering around him.

Mei Fang stumbled in at that moment, holding her child who was crying uncontrollably in her arms.

Looking at the mess in the yard, especially the broken octagonal table, tears streamed down her face.

"Damn it... My father-in-law did something wicked, why should we suffer along with him?"

This table was just made, this thermos is new…

Mei Fang sat on the ground, slapping her thigh and wailing, "We don't even share the Yang surname, why should we suffer along with them? Aunt Song, you're trying to force us to our deaths!"

Song Xianglan stepped out of the main room, slammed the axe into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Since you haven't separated from Wang Dahai," Song Xianglan sneered. "If I have the guts to smash you, you'd better have the guts to take it. If you're so capable, then kick this old bastard out."

Just because your ancestor was Marshal Tianpeng, do you really think you're from a prestigious family?

He has no diploma, is ugly, not smart, and bald. Wang Dahai is a menace; you keep him like a treasure, but I think he's a cancer.

Mei Fang was speechless from the scolding, sobbing as she looked at Wang Cong:

"Xiang Dong... no matter what, Yang Dashan's blood flows in Xiang Dong's veins."

You can't be so unreasonable and domineering. Song Xiangdong didn't say anything.

"Besides, it's going too far that you're living a good life with the Wang family's compensation money and then coming here to vandalize things. The Wang family doesn't owe you anything."

Ever since the Wang family lost a large sum of money, Meixiang harbored resentment towards Song Xianglan.

Sending Zhang Yujuan to a labor camp is fine, but demanding so much money is unacceptable.

In her eyes, all this money belonged to her.

"Pooh!"

Song Xianglan spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Don't mention bloodlines to me. Xiang Dong has already cleaned up this kind of black-hearted blood. The little money your family paid is not even a fraction of the grievances I suffered."

You're a mother too. If I take your son away and have a bastard child with you, you'll tell me you don't owe me anything.

You're born with the dislike of a cucumber needing a slap, and later you're like a walnut needing a crack. You even want to taste the manure cart passing by your door; you're so narrow-minded and nosy.

The villagers spoke in hushed tones.

Some people say that Song Xianglan is unreasonable, and no matter what, Song Xiangdong should change his surname to Yang and be included in the Yang family genealogy.

Chunxia sneered:

When I was a newborn, you ignored me; now that I'm successful, you can't reach me.

You fish-like creatures, with your mouths agape, claim to be the good guys. You run off to Leshan, and the Buddha statue moves so you can sit on it.

Everyone: ...

Wang Jianguo walked in with his hands behind his back and coughed twice in a pretentious manner.

"Captain, you have to stand up for me!" Wang Dahai, as if seeing his own father, rushed over and hugged Wang Jianguo's leg. "Song Xianglan has broken into a private residence! She's committing a home invasion and assault!"

Wang Jianguo tilted his head to the side and put his hand to his ear: "What? Speak louder. My ears were damaged by the blasting a couple of days ago, I can't hear clearly."

"She said so many nasty things about me... she hurled at me! Look what she did to my house!" Wang Dabai shouted.

Wang Jianguo frowned and waved his hands repeatedly.

"What did you say? You want Zhang Yujuan back? Wang Dahai, I'm not trying to be mean, but how can you be so greedy?

You've been making up stories about Zhang Mahua lately, saying she's as ugly as a carp that's become a spirit, as fat as a bear giving birth, and as wicked as a mad dog. But since you've married her, you have to make do.

The moment those words were spoken, the entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

Zhang Mahua's face turned from blue to black, and then from black to purple.

She turned around and stared intently at Wang Dahai.

"Wang Dahai, is that really what his mother said?" Zhang Mahua's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I didn't... the captain misheard!" Wang Dahai was terrified.

"To find out what happens next, please listen to the detailed explanation from the old ladies under the banyan tree at the village entrance."

The captain slapped his forehead. "You said the biggest regret of your life was marrying Zhang Mahua, that even kissing her felt like kissing a pig's trotter."

"There are still things to do at the brigade headquarters. You've already argued and made a scene, so go home."

After the captain finished speaking, he quickly slipped away.

"Wang Dahai! I'll fight you to the death!" Zhang Mahua screamed and pounced on him.

The courtyard shook several times.