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

"I'll beat you to death, you heartless bastard."

When Zhang Mahua started running, his feet stomped so hard that the stone slabs in the yard trembled.

Chunxia reacted quickly and caught Song Xianglan beside her.

"Auntie, hold on. When Aunt Zhang was walking, I thought there was an earthquake on the other side of the river, and the aftershocks were coming here."

The voice just fell.

Then there was a muffled "thump".

Taking advantage of the momentum, Zhang Mahua forcefully stuck out her buttocks.

Wang Dahai's physique couldn't withstand this Taishan-style staged collision. He didn't even utter a sound before being flipped over and lying on his back, gasping for breath.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Mahua turned around and sat down squarely on Wang Dahai's stomach with her buttocks.

"Well--"

Wang Dahai's eyes bulged out, his tongue almost stuck out, and he kicked his legs, rolling his eyes back.

When Wang Cong saw that his father was about to be turned into a meat pie, he became so anxious that his eyes turned red.

She rushed over and grabbed Zhang Mahua, but he didn't budge. "You brainless shrew! You believe a few words of provocation? I think your brain and intestines have switched places; it's full of shit. Get out of my way!"

Zhang Mahua hates nothing more than being called stupid.

She hates it even more when people call her brainless.

She didn't really understand those roundabout ways of speaking, but "shrew" and "fat intestines" understood them perfectly.

Without even looking, he suddenly twisted his elbow backward.

Its arms were as thick as thighs, and it crashed through the air with a whooshing sound.

"Snap!"

"Awooo—!"

Wang Cong screamed and collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain as he clutched his arm.

That elbow strike must have dislocated his arm.

Mei Fang, who had been trembling with fear the whole time, suddenly felt a surge of anger when she saw her husband being beaten.

She was completely supported by Wang Cong in this family. If the man becomes disabled, she will suffer poverty in the future.

She can't go back to her parents' home, and life is hard for her husband's family.

Mei Fang grabbed a wooden stick, about the thickness of a rolling pin, from the corner of the wall, closed her eyes, rushed forward, and smashed it down on Zhang Mahua's head, which was shaped like a millstone.

"I'll beat you to death, you shrew."

"state!"

A crisp sound.

Zhang Mahua swayed slightly and slowly turned her head.

Bright red blood flowed down her forehead, across her eyelids, and onto her fleshy face.

They look like demons that have just crawled out of hell.

Mei Fang's hand trembled, and the wooden stick clattered to the ground. Startled, her voice cracked into a split.

"It's all your fault...you're the one who hurt my man. You shrew, get out of here! This is my house, not yours. What right do you have to hit Wang Cong?"

After shouting that, Mei Fang didn't dare to look back and turned to run away.

It was faster than a rabbit, and in the blink of an eye it darted out of the courtyard gate.

They left the whole mess in the yard.

Zhang Mahua reached out and wiped the blood from her face.

Looking in the direction where Mei Fang disappeared, my heart sank.

She's been married to us for over a year now, and although she has a bad temper, she's been really good to Mei Fang.

I heard that Mei Fang was mistreated by Zhang Yujuan in the past. She felt that as a stepmother-in-law, she shouldn't mistreat her. As women, we should be considerate of each other.

Whenever we buy meat, Meifang and the children are always the first to eat it.

Did not expect ah.

An ungrateful wretch, who delivered a fatal blow at a crucial moment.

Zhang Mahua's grievances turned into anger. Since she couldn't catch up with Mei Fang, and couldn't bear to hit the two children who were crying after being left behind by Mei Fang, she vented all her anger on Wang Dahai and Wang Cong beneath her.

Ultimately, it was the men of the Wang family who bore the brunt of it all.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two slaps landed on Wang Dahai's face.

He kicked Wang Cong in the stomach.

Chunxia watched from the side, clicking her tongue in amazement, even seeming a little unsatisfied:

"Auntie, is that all there is to it for us?"

In the middle of an argument, someone takes over and does the work for you.

It felt great, but I always felt like I had no outlet for my energy, and I felt suffocated.

Song Xianglan was happy to have some peace and quiet.

"Someone will stand up for us, and we won't have to take any responsibility. We can just watch the show."

A series of noisy footsteps came from the courtyard gate.

"Quick! That shrew Song Xianglan is smashing up Dahai's house. That woman makes her fortune by vandalizing other people's homes."

A dozen or so members of the Wang family arrived, carrying hoes and carrying poles, looking menacing. It seemed they were about to fight Song Xianglan to the death.

As a result, he rushed into the yard.

They were all dumbfounded.

Song Xianglan and several other women stood quietly to the side watching the commotion.

He glanced sideways at the Wang family members and said, "You're envious and jealous of my wealth? You don't have the ability or the luck. Go back and move your ancestral graves to a different location."

The Wang family members didn't care about being teased by her.

In the middle of the courtyard, Zhang Mahua, his face covered in blood, straddled Wang Dahai.

He held Wang Dahai down with one hand while continuing to unleash his attacks with the other.

Wang Cong, standing next to him, was kicking his legs wildly like a mudfish that had just been stabbed.

Zhang Mahua cried as she hit him, hurling filthy curses:

"Wang Dahai. You useless old bastard with a loose asshole. What right do you have to sleep with me and then complain about me? Didn't you spend the money I brought? I've served your whole family like a slave, and this is how you talk about me?"

Someone in the crowd said, "Oh my, so this is what men who can't control their lower bodies are like."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mahua became even angrier and punched Wang Dahai hard in the ribs.

"Ah—help me—"

Wang Dahai screamed repeatedly, the sound of which was so painful to hear that it made one's teeth ache.

The Wang family members then realized that this wasn't an outsider bullying their own family; it was an internal strife.

"Stop! The atmosphere in our brigade has gone bad; women think they can fly."

Seven or eight grown men rushed forward, some grabbing his arms and others pulling his legs, and started hitting Zhang Mahua with their dirty hands.

Although Zhang Mahua was strong, he couldn't withstand the attack from so many men. He took several punches to the back and cried out in pain.

He opened his mouth and started cursing, spraying saliva like a watering can.

Song Xianglan frowned and rolled up her sleeves.

"Spring Glow, Petrel, go!"

She picked up the butcher knife from Song Tingting's hand and kicked one of the men who had committed the heinous act in the back.

"Let go of her! A bunch of you beating up a woman, your ancestors would have packed their coffins and fled in the dead of night if they saw what you were doing."

Song Xianglan's loud shout stunned the group of men.

She pulled Zhang Mahua out of the crowd and shielded her behind her.

"Wang Dahai cheated Zhang Mahua out of money, sex, and made her work like a slave for his family. Even the landlords in the old society weren't as wicked as him."

"You bunch of grown men, instead of rushing Wang Dahai, who's practically beaten to death, to the hospital, you're ganging up on a woman. Does that make you think the men of the Wang family are so powerful, only daring to hit women?"

Chunxia also jumped up and down cursing, her fingers almost poking into the noses of those people.

"Tang Sanzang would want to kill your whole family if he saw you. Seven or eight big, good-looking but useless men are beating a woman so hard. Even a missile would say you have thick skin, because it can't penetrate your skin."

Someone said, "Chunxia, ​​this has nothing to do with you, don't get yourself into trouble."

"How can it not be related? We're from the same village."

Chunxia tossed her braid and declared confidently, "I can live without anything else in my life, but I can't be so bored that I don't have any gossip. I'll drag myself into this even if it's a roundabout way, otherwise I won't be able to swallow this."

"My grandfather was the former Party Secretary, and I have many brothers on my mother's side. Who dares to bully me?"

The Wang family members were so angry from being scolded that their faces turned red and white. Looking at the half-dead Wang Dahai and the broken-handed Wang Cong on the ground, they dared not confront Song Xianglan any longer.

Several people hurriedly lifted the father and son up and slunk away to the clinic.

The courtyard finally quieted down.

Zhang Mahua plopped down on the ground, abandoning all pretense of decorum, and burst into loud sobs.

"Waaaaah... Why is my life so miserable..."

She cried so hard her throat opened and closed, tears and snot mixed with blood flowing down her face.

It was both comical and tragic.

"I gave them my whole heart. I treated Mei Fang better than my own daughter, and she just blew me away. That heartless Wang Dahai, he spent my money and still wants to bring his ex-wife back..."

Seeing her like this, Chunxia squatted down and kindly comforted her:

"Auntie, don't cry. It's a good thing she hit you hard; God is using her to wake you up. Never raise an ungrateful wretch; the longer you raise one, the more biting they'll become."

Zhang Mahua raised her head, sobbing.

Chunxia continued:

"If you have money, why are you afraid of not having a man? There are plenty of men in this world who don't want to work hard."

At worst, you can just be a scoundrel and never get married.

Everything is decided by money. Whoever listens gets the money, and whoever doesn't listen gets kicked out. How cool is that?

"If we're rich, we can get married once a year, let alone just men."

These words were spoken.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Zhang Qin was so frightened that she covered Chunxia's mouth.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you brat? How dare you say such rubbish? How will you ever get married? If Xiao Chuan heard this, he'd run away in the middle of the night."

Song Xianglan nodded in agreement.

"Chunxia's words may be rough, but they make a good point. Sister Zhang, if you have money, why give up the entire mangrove forest for a crooked tree with rotten roots and infested with worms?"

Zhang Mahua stopped crying and stared blankly at the two of them.

"I...I don't have enough money either..."

"Then let's take everything from the Wang family."

Song Xianglan pointed her in the right direction: "After you get married, what's yours is yours, and what's his is still your joint property as husband and wife."

He committed marriage fraud; you should make him pay for emotional distress.

Besides, you love food so much and your cooking skills are quite good, especially your braised dishes. You could set up a stall, even just selling food door-to-door, which would be better than being a maid here, losing money and getting beaten up.

Zhang Mahua listened in a daze, and the light in her eyes slowly gathered.

She has skills, why should she have to put up with this humiliation?

The villagers watching felt as if they had been struck by lightning.

When others try to mediate a fight, they always advise reconciliation, not separation.

These two are something else; they're always trying to break up a couple, and even after breaking them up, they have a whole bunch of fallacies to back it up.

Those whose homes were demolished seem to be doing quite well.

I'm so annoyed.

But there was no way to refute it.