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

Yang Dashan rolled on the ground, raising a cloud of dust half a person's height.

The stench spread even further, and a swarm of greenbottle flies buzzed and swarmed over, landing on his chapped lips and wounds.

The villagers who had been watching the commotion covered their noses and backed away.

Several older women turned their heads away, muttering to themselves:

"What a tragedy! This person is no longer human."

"We can't just leave it here like this."

In the crowd, Big Dog's grandfather tapped his pipe against the sole of his shoe, looked at Song Xianglan and said, "Old Song, death settles all debts. In his current state, he won't last more than a day or two."

You two were husband and wife after all, and lived in the same brigade. You'll eventually be buried together. Take his body back and collect it.

Just consider this something done for Song Xiangdong. Da Shan saw it all; he'll reserve a good spot for you in the afterlife.

Upon hearing this, Song Xianglan got goosebumps all over her arms.

She glanced sideways at Grandpa Big Dog and sneered, "Who wants to be buried with him? Zhang Yujuan and he were in love for decades, having affairs together, going to labor camps together, committing arson together, and cheating on bail together."

This wonderful union of sharing a bed in life and a grave in death should be reserved for Zhang Yujuan.

They buried the two of them in the same pit; that was doing a service to the people, saving them from wasting land by occupying two separate spaces.

Chunxia took a step forward. "Where did this nosy old hag come from? Take pity on Yang Dashan and bring him home. Do you have an old flame outside too, feeling the same way?"

Grandpa Big Dog's face turned bright red.

"Chunxia, ​​you'll never get married if you're this fierce."

Song Xianglan retorted, "Don't worry, a blessed woman won't enter your unfortunate family. My nephew will marry Chunxia in a grand and glorious ceremony."

Grandpa Dog shrank his neck and remained silent.

Those who had been whispering in the crowd fell silent, many believing that death absolves all debts.

Given that Song Xiangdong is promising, he should step forward to take care of Yang Dashan.

Song Xianglan dusted off her hands and sang loudly, "My ex-husband sits on his grave, I, his ex-wife, open a bottle of wine. Whoever cares can take him away, don't disgust me here."

Just then, people from the brigade headquarters arrived.

The old Party Secretary walked at the front, followed by the brigade leader, the Party Secretary, the accountant, and two or three squad leaders.

The old Party Secretary glanced at Chunxia sideways.

Chunxia, ​​being a quick-witted girl, immediately ran over and took the old Party Secretary's arm, lowering her voice to say:

"Grandpa, Brother Xiao Chuan sent a message back the day before yesterday, saying he'll be back to see you in a few days. He brought you two bottles of Moutai and two cartons of Huazi cigarettes. He said you should take them to the commune and have a good chat with those retired old Party secretaries."

The old Party Secretary's tense face relaxed considerably.

He curled the corners of his mouth upwards, coughed, and adopted a businesslike demeanor.

"Stop fooling around here."

"I'm not being unreasonable; I'm just trying to be fair and support my family."

The brigade leader looked at the pile of mangled flesh on the ground, his brows furrowed in a deep frown, and turned to ask those around him, "What about Yang Dashan? We can't just let him rot on the road at the village entrance."

No one spoke up.

Nobody wanted to touch that rotten flesh.

"Captain, Yang Dashan has a son, a daughter, an ex-wife, and a mistress."

"My brothers and sisters are all here, and my nephews and nieces are all from the same village. We outsiders don't know what to do."

Yang Dashan lay in the dirt, his eyes struggling to move. He made faint sounds in his throat, his heart screaming: I'm not dead yet. Take me to Beijing, find Song Xiangdong to save me.

If he dares not save me, I'll report him for being unfilial.

I have so much to say, but not a single syllable can reach my throat.

Several of Yang's brothers were also summoned.

Uncle Yang glanced at Yang Dashan, then took three steps back. "Don't look at me. My roof is still leaking. I have no money or place to settle him."

Uncle Yang was also powerless. "I'm old and useless. I still have to live at the mercy of my son and daughter-in-law."

The captain looked at Yang Jianjun and Chen Xiuqin behind the crowd.

"Jianjun, you are Yang Dashan's eldest son. You are the head of the family. How do you and your siblings plan to discuss this?"

"Song Xiangdong is busy, so you, as the eldest brother, have to set an example."

Yang Jianjun... nobody recognizes him as the leader.

Mentioning Song Xiangdong ignited a fire in Song Xianglan's heart.

These scoundrels, they only remembered her son at this moment.

"My family is busy with construction in Xiangdong." Song Xianglan blocked the way. "Now the country is vigorously developing the economy for the sake of people's livelihood. Even the elderly people in Beijing are going to the small fishing village to give speeches."

Are you going to jeopardize the country's development for the sake of one scoundrel? Besides, Song Xiangdong's surname is Song, and he has little to do with Yang Dashan.

The captain was completely taken aback by this huge accusation.

Villagers: ...We cannot let it affect national development.

"His surname is Song, but he is also Yang Dashan's biological son."

"Fortunately, Yang Dashan has such a promising son, who might be able to save him."

"Both Black and White Impermanence are here, what's the point of saving them?"

"If he can still be saved, it's because he has accumulated too much merit."

The captain turned to look at Yang Jianjun and Song Tingting.

"What did you two say?"

Yang Jianjun stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down at his toes.

"I have no money."

Song Tingting bit her lip, glanced at Yang Dashan on the ground, then looked at Song Xianglan and mustered her courage to say:

"Brother, you're the eldest son, so you're in charge of carrying the body. My brother and I will split the burial costs."

Yang Jianjun... I need to call him brother now.

"Zhang Yujuan also has to pay."

Song Xianglan pointed to Zhang Yujuan, who was huddled to the side, and said, "Yang Dashan did all this because of her. If there's no explanation, Yang Dashan's resentment will linger after his death, ruining the Yang family's feng shui and bringing bad luck to future generations of the Yang family."

When the Yang brothers heard that it concerned their family's feng shui, they immediately understood.

His eyes immediately turned red.

Uncle Yang led the charge towards Zhang Yujuan and Wang Cong, shouting, "Give us the money. Otherwise, we'll carry this piece of trash to your Wang family's bed right now."

Zhang Yujuan shrank back in fear, feeling as if sand was stuck in her throat.

"Cough cough... It has nothing to do with me... Go find Song the butcher... They're the real family."

Wang Dahai was very depressed.

Why do they always come to me with Yang Dashan's problems?

"Zhang Yujuan, give me thirty yuan first."

"We have no money. Even if we did, we wouldn't give it to you."

The Yang family's sisters-in-law rushed forward and slapped Zhang Yujuan's withered, bark-like face several times.

Wang Cong tried to stop them, but was kicked to the ground by several strong men from the Yang family.

Seeing that things were going badly, Zhang Mahua had already hidden behind a haystack, cursing under his breath: "Wang Dahai said this guy was as beautiful as an angel. I think he looks more like a dried-up corpse that's been sucked blood by a demon."

So what if she's a little chubby?

It's just that they get kind of cute when they swell up from eating too much.

Just as the argument was raging, someone in the crowd suddenly screamed:

"Oh no! A stray dog ​​is attacking Dashan."

Everyone turned around and saw a skinny black dog that had appeared out of nowhere, tearing at the rotten flesh on Yang Dashan's leg.

Yang Dashan was bitten but didn't even make a sound; his body only twitched slightly.

The captain quickly ordered his men to chase the dog away.

Song Xianglan walked closer and took a look. "Dead, isn't he? Wherever your eldest son is, that's where his body will be moved. Jianjun, your own father is bringing this bad luck into your house."

According to Qingyang's rules.

The eldest son is responsible for seeing his father off at his deathbed; wherever the father dies, the body must be carried to the eldest son's home for a temporary rest.

Yang Jianjun's face turned pale instantly.

Chen Xiuqin tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "While he's still alive, hurry up and carry him away to bury him. Smell this. If it really gets into our house, will anyone still be able to live there?"

Yang Jianjun took a deep breath and looked at his uncles and elders.

"Give me a hand, let's carry it up the mountain and bury it directly."

Uncle Yang reached out to check Yang Dashan's breathing, then abruptly withdrew his hand, shouting, "He's not dead yet! He's still breathing slightly. Yang Jianjun, you beast, you want to bury your own father alive?"

"Are you even human?"

Yang Jianjun looked indifferent. "With a father like this who can't be seen in public, I'm no longer human."