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

Song Xianglan took two steps forward, looked closely, and almost burst out laughing.

This doesn't mean the person has returned.

It's clear that the King of Hell thought it was dirty and threw the garbage back into the mortal world.

Yang Dashan lay sprawled in the haystack, his body covered in sticky slime, and several plump white maggots were happily crawling in and out of his dark red trousers.

Chunxia, ​​with her sharp eyes, pointed in that direction and screamed:

"Oh my God. This is something I've never seen before. I've never seen a scumbag with maggots on his body before.

Hahaha... That's hilarious! Aunt Song, look! Those maggots look even more energetic than him!

The surrounding villagers, who were watching the commotion, burst into laughter.

Some villagers covered their noses and backed away.

Some villagers craned their necks to get closer, afraid of missing this spectacle.

Hearing that grating laughter, Yang Dashan felt as if his heart was being stabbed.

He wanted to curse, wanted to sit up and slap these people, but his body was like a broken piece of wood, unable to move.

All that could be heard from his throat was the hoarse sound of the bellows breaking. He blinked his eyelids with difficulty, trying to see Song Xianglan, but he couldn't open them at all.

He regretted it.

I really regret it.

I shouldn't have listened to that vixen Zhang Yujuan's nonsense. I've suffered so much, and now I have to endure the ridicule of these country bumpkins.

He wanted to apologize to Song Xianglan.

If Song Xianglan is willing to take him in, she can have Song Xiangdong send him to a major hospital in Beijing for treatment.

With top experts from Beijing on board, he can definitely cure it.

Once he's cured, he'll definitely stay with Song Xianglan and live a good life together.

They wouldn't complain that Song Xianglan's cooking was bad, or that she was a butcher.

He never looked at another woman again.

Zhang Yujuan huddled in the corner of the car, listening to the sounds around her, and a few tears squeezed out from her withered, bark-like face.

She looked up, and her once black hair had turned as white as withered grass.

When the wind blew, it smeared all over my face in a messy way.

"Song Xianglan..." Zhang Yujuan's voice was hoarse and choked with sobs, "I'm returning the mountains to you."

I'll return it to you intact.

I've thought it through. I won't interfere in your relationship anymore. He's your man, and you're the one who needs to take care of him.

"I know you love him. I'm willing to help you achieve your goal."

Song Xianglan felt a churning in her stomach and gagged.

"Have you no shame? 'Complete'? It's rotten to this state and you're telling me it's complete?"

I think he's barely clinging to life. You're just afraid of dying in your hands and having to pay for his burial.

She spat on the ground, "A bitch and a dog, a match made in heaven."

You two are locked up tight now, I've thrown the key into the sea. Your earth-shattering love story doesn't deserve it without these maggots. Dig a hole for us when we're dead, bury us in the same hole. May we be entangled for eternity.

Upon hearing this, the old man driving the oxcart...

His face turned green.

He had assumed he was being transported by some great hero returning home after making a great contribution, and he hadn't uttered a sound about the stench the whole way.

So they were two women who had been sent back to labor camps for having affairs.

A mouse drinking cat milk—that's incredibly stimulating!

This is big news; I'll be talking about it for half a year when I get back.

The old man tucked the whip into his robes, no longer bothering to move forward. "Hey, old woman, didn't you just say this was your husband?"

Once we got to the village, we had to return it to the owner. But where exactly is Yang Dashan's house? You need to give me a straight answer so I can unload the goods.

Zhang Yujuan pointed tremblingly in the direction of Song Xianglan's house.

"Brother, go straight down this road, turn right at the banyan tree, and walk about two or three hundred meters to his house."

Upon hearing this, Chunxia jumped up and down, shouting:

"The old lady crawled into bed and made the old man laugh. Zhang Yujuan, you're throwing your abacus beads at my face."

You see Yang Dashan is burned to a crisp, and you don't want to take care of a burden or pay for his funeral, so you want to dump him on Aunt Song, right?

Your heart is more venomous than a snake or scorpion; even a scorpion licking your lips would be poisoned to death.

Even after her thoughts were exposed, Zhang Yujuan didn't blush at all.

Instead, he straightened his back a bit, striking a pose of righteous indignation.

"Chunxia, ​​you don't understand. I learned a lesson inside and realized my mistakes."

Dashan has children, after all, and I cannot deprive him of his right to enjoy family life.

Besides, major hospitals in Beijing can treat this disease. Xiang Dong is a promising kid; let him find a special car to take him there, and he'll be able to save Da Shan.

I'm returning the mountains to Song Xianglan; they don't need to thank me. Someone as kind-hearted as me…”

As they were talking, a commotion broke out at the back of the crowd.

"Make way, make way."

Wang Cong squeezed in, limping, followed by Wang Dahai.

And then there's Zhang Mahua, with his fierce-looking face.

Song Xianglan was delighted to see the whole family gathered together:

"Hey, Zhang Yujuan, look at yourself! You look like a pheasant that got beaten to death in a brothel and has come back to haunt you with that high-pitched voice. You think you're some kind of good bird just because you have two chicken feathers stuck in your hair?"

She pointed at Zhang Yujuan's old face.

"Does the whole world have to revolve around you? You have such a big face, you just spew filth as soon as you open your mouth. You've been in love with Yang Dashan for decades, and you've abandoned your husband and children."

Now that he's dying, you've had a change of heart and want to get it back?

Why don't you return it to his dead mother? If you had any conscience, there would be no pests on Earth.

Chunxia followed up with a finishing blow:

"Auntie, you're giving her too much credit. Her conscience isn't even as good as a greenbottle fly's. At least a fly knows to protect its excrement; she's just trying to take advantage of you and run away."

The ugly woman who had just arrived burst into laughter:

"Green bottle flies like to eat shit, but what Zhang Yujuan did was even more disgusting than shit."

Wang Dahai stood to one side, staring intently at Zhang Yujuan.

He squinted his old eyes, carefully examined the object for a long time, and then his heart skipped a beat.

This is not the beautiful and delicate Yu Juan he remembered.

This is clearly an old, dried-up corpse that was just unearthed.

He was still heartbroken. She was the woman he had loved his whole life. How could she have been tormented like this?

Such a woman seems even less admirable than Zhang Mahua.

He also found Zhang Mahua's chubby appearance somewhat cute.

Only Wang Cong burst into tears, his face covered in tears and snot, "Mom! How did you become like this?"

Song was too ruthless in slaughtering the pig. Killing someone is one thing, but why force them to their death?

Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow. "Then why don't you kill someone? All you do is talk big; you've blown the cows out of the whole commune."

A heifer taking an airplane—why don't you just fly to the sky?

"If you're so capable, why don't you take your own mother back and serve her? What are you wailing about here?"

Upon hearing her son's voice, Zhang Yujuan's withered hand trembled as she reached out to Wang Cong.

"Cong... Mom is suffering... Waaah... Cough cough cough..."

Song Xianglan sneered: "You didn't suffer when you were having an affair, you didn't suffer when you were doing bad things, but now that you're a cripple, do you know what suffering is?"

Zhang Yujuan was so choked up that she couldn't say a word and could only cough.

She knew in her heart that the labor camp was released because she had become a cripple, and Yang Dashan was nothing but a lifeless corpse. In addition, the only mistake they made was their conduct towards men and women.

She didn't want to go back.

Her eyes darted around, and she called out to Song Xianglan:

"Song Xianglan, I'm so sorry, I repent! Yang Dashan is in your care now. Cong, take Mom home. Mom is counting on you from now on."

Wang Cong wiped away his tears and rushed over to hug Zhang Yujuan.

"Bang!"

Song Xianglan raised her leg and kicked Wang Cong right in the kneecap of his good leg.

"Ouch!" Wang Cong cried out in pain.

Song Xianglan turned to the old man driving the cart and said, "Master, listen carefully. Yang Dashan and I divorced eight hundred years ago, and the divorce certificate is still at home. Go find whoever hired the cart and get your money back; give the driver back to whoever hired you."

"If you dare to dump this rotten meat on my doorstep, I'll smash you and your car."

The old man driving the cart was also a clever man.

Upon hearing this, he brandished his whip and blocked Zhang Yujuan's escape.

"Don't move, give me the money." The old man held out his hand. "Five yuan. Not a penny less."

Zhang Yujuan was so angry she almost fainted. She shouted in a shrill voice, "We clearly agreed on two yuan when we came. How can you raise the price like this?"

"Pah!" The old man spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground. "You didn't say I was defecating two pieces of dirty meat."

If I had known you had done so many despicable things and were going to leave this mess to good people, I would have started at ten dollars.

This is called compensation for emotional distress, you know? I'm afraid it will shorten my lifespan if I drag you down with me.

Zhang Yujuan was so angry that she was trembling all over.

Another violent coughing fit ensued, making it impossible for him to straighten his back.

Wang Cong had no money at all.

In the end, Wang Dahai sighed.

He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled five-yuan note, handing it to the old man.

The old man took the money and held it up to the sunlight to examine it.

He grinned and said, "That's more like it."

After saying that, he walked to the back of the car and suddenly ripped off the tarpaulin that was laid under Yang Dashan.

With a "whoosh".

Yang Dashan, along with the pile of dry grass and tarpaulin, was thrown onto the dusty ground by the old man like garbage.

Yang Dashan let out a muffled groan in pain, which startled the maggots, causing them to crawl even faster on his body.

The old man jumped onto the oxcart and cracked his whip.

"I'm never coming back to this lousy place again."

Zhang Yujuan was furious when she saw Yang Dashan lying in the dirt like a dead dog. She yelled at the old man's retreating back, "You haven't even taken him to his destination yet! Why did you leave him here?"

The oxcart had already gone far away, but the old man's mocking voice drifted back on the wind.

"That old hag is wicked; she's trying to ruin my good deeds today. No way. You'd better figure something out yourself."