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

Uncle Yang shouted from the front, ignoring how unpleasant Yang Jianjun's face looked.

"Jianjun, hurry up and get a coffin."

"It's getting hotter and hotter. If your old man's rotting flesh stays covered up all night, the smell will attract all the dogs in the village." Uncle Yang said this with a straight face.

The money is in his pocket; how he spends it is his business.

For errands and manual labor, Yang Jianjun still had to be ordered around.

Yang Jianjun's face was gloomy.

Chen Xiuqin stood there with her hands on her hips, saying, "Who would dare carry him into the house? Bringing a stinking dead body into the house would turn my home into a fly nest."

Uncle Yang glared at him: "That's your father-in-law! Where else are you going to put him if not inside? Leave him in the yard to bake in the sun or get soaked in the dew?"

"Put it wherever you want, just don't bring it inside."

Chen Xiuqin wouldn't back down an inch, "I think the pigsty in the backyard is quite nice. They haven't caught any piglets yet, and it's clean."

The Yang brothers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Putting your own father in a pigsty?

It's not good to talk about this if it gets out.

Chen Xiuqin was a woman who dared to throw a tantrum. She found an old door panel in the storage room and threw it on the ground with a bang.

"Put some straw on it and put him there. If you don't want to, whoever is kind-hearted can carry him back to their own home and worship him. Anyway, you have money, I'll just give you thirty yuan."

Upon hearing this, none of the Yang family uncles uttered a word.

Nobody wants this lump of rotten flesh.

Several people hurriedly threw Yang Dashan onto the door panel, lifted him up, and headed towards the pigsty in the backyard.

The dilapidated pigsty was drafty on all sides, with only a roof.

Yang Dashan was thrown onto the cold door panel.

He was unconscious and unable to speak; his nephews abandoned him there like trash.

He turned around and closed the small wooden door to the pigsty.

the other side.

The Wang family's place was also quite lively.

Zhang Yujuan was dragged back to the Wang family's old house.

Wang Cong was rummaging around in the side room next to the kitchen, which was filled with miscellaneous items.

This house was originally used to store firewood and broken furniture; it was dark and damp.

He found two long benches and put two planks on them to make a bed.

To get rid of the smell, he lit a brazier, and the pungent smoke filled the room.

"Mom, you can stay here. It's warm in this room." Wang Cong pushed Zhang Yujuan onto the wooden bed.

When Zhang Yujuan saw this environment, she immediately exploded.

She struggled to get up: "Is this a place for humans to live? I want to go back to my old room."

Mei Fang leaned against the doorway. "Mom is still worried about the east room. There are people living there now."

"Who did that old bastard Wang Dahai bring back?" Zhang Yujuan gripped the bed frame with her thin hands; no one was allowed to sleep in her room.

"So you know this is Wang Dahai's house?" Mei Fang laughed sarcastically. "He's just married a new wife, and things are getting warmer. Who are you trying to disgust with this body covered in sores?"

Zhang Yujuan coughed in despair and anger:

"How could he marry someone else? I've only been gone for a few days... Which shameless slut seduced him?"

Looking at Zhang Yujuan's exasperated appearance, Mei Fang suddenly felt a surge of satisfaction.

Zhang Yujuan used to be a tyrant at home.

Who are you calling a slut?

Mei Fang looked down at the old woman curled up on the bed. "The new mother-in-law is called Zhang Mahua. She's a bit chubby, but the father-in-law likes her."

My father-in-law said that's called being well-off, and that's real flesh on your body when you're hugging it.

Unlike you, all bony and uncomfortable. I like my new mother-in-law too; even Rongbao calls her "Grandma" every day, so affectionately.

Zhang Yujuan almost choked on her breath:

"Cough cough cough... You... You heartless bunch..."

Mei Fang: "If you hadn't caused trouble back then and gotten involved with Yang Dashan, would our family have had to pay Song Xianglan money?"

All of Song Xianglan's money originally belonged to our family.

It's all because you can't control yourself.

Now everyone else is living the high life, while you're stuck in this shack, worse than a pigsty, waiting to die. This is your retribution.

These words were like salt, rubbed harshly into Zhang Yujuan's festering wound.

Wang Cong stood to the side, shrinking his neck and remaining silent.

Zhang Yujuan was so angry that she pounded the bed and cursed loudly out the window:

"Wang Dahai, you coward. You dare to go looking for other women? Come here and explain yourself."

In the courtyard, Zhang Mahua was killing a chicken with a knife.

Hearing the cursing from inside, she raised her knife and chopped off the chicken's head, splattering blood all over the floor.

"Keep cursing!" Zhang Mahua threw the dead chicken into the basin, her voice even louder than Zhang Yujuan's. "Today we're killing a chicken to eat meat, so some people can just enjoy the smell."

"Wang Dahai, if your ex-wife makes another sound, I'll throw this chicken blood on her window."

Wang Dahai squatted against the wall, smoking.

Annoyed by what I heard, I shouted into the storage room:

"Shut up! You're asking for trouble, don't drag your whole family down with you."

Wang Dahai tried desperately to bring Zhang Yujuan back, but regretted it when he saw that she was in terrible condition.

Men...

Wang Cong was jealous of the Song family's villa and seafood processing workshop, always believing that it was their money that gave him his current lifestyle. He didn't dare to make a scene, so he kept whispering in Mei Fang's ear.

Over time, Mei Fang's mindset changed.

It became the knife that charged ahead.

It's cold in the storage room.

In a daze, Zhang Yujuan saw the courtyard gate open.

Yang Dashan, dressed in a worn-out Zhongshan suit, had his hair combed shiny and wore a big red flower on his chest.

Zhang Yujuan's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

She chuckled sweetly, "Dashan... how come you're so handsome? Have all your injuries healed?"

Yang Dashan stood at the head of the bed, his face bearing that familiar sly smile.

"Okay, everything's all better. My parents sent me to pick you up. This time, no matter what others say, I'm taking you with me."

Wang Cong, who was standing at the door listening for any noise, heard this conversation and his soul seemed to leave his body.

He looked back at the courtyard.

It's completely empty; there's no one here.

A sudden gust of cold wind swept up from the ground, making the paper windows rustle loudly.

Wang Dahai cursed outside, "Damn it, where did this evil wind come from? It's freezing!"

Inside the room, Zhang Yujuan was still talking to the air.

Her expression suddenly changed; her previous infatuation turned into terror.

"I won't go to your house. Your family is dirt poor; they can't even afford to eat. I won't marry you. You should go and remarry Song the butcher."

The illusory Yang Dashan seemed to have changed his expression.

The skin on his face began to peel away, revealing charred black bones, and his voice became sinister:

"You told me to set the fire... It was your terrible idea... You said I could come back if I did something good... You're the one who got me burned..."

"what……"

Zhang Yujuan suddenly let out a piercing scream.

His hands were flailing wildly in the air, as if trying to push something away.

"It wasn't me. Yang Dashan, get out of here. You're the one who wanted to make a name for yourself; you're the one who was greedy."

You're the one who said you wanted to rely on Song Xiangdong and make him take care of you in your old age.

The idea to set the fire was your own; I just mentioned it casually… I didn't instigate you. Don't come looking for me.”

That shout,

The two little heads that were eavesdropping under the window trembled in fright.

Da Mu tightly covered Yang Xiaozhi's mouth.

Wang Cong was terrified and rushed in to hug the crazed Zhang Yujuan. "Mom, what's wrong? There's no one in the house."

Wang Dahai also ran in.

Zhang Yujuan pointed into the air and called out Yang Dashan's name.

I was so scared my face turned white.

"He's there. He's covered in flames and says he's going to take me away." Zhang Yujuan's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she pointed to the empty corner. "I'm not going. I want to live. Don't follow me."

Outside the window, Da Mu loosened his grip and lowered his voice to say to Yang Xiaozhi:

"Did you hear that? Go to Aunt Song's house and tell her the news. That old bastard Yang Dashan is probably really dead, and he's trying to take someone down with him. I'm going to check on Yang Jianjun."

Yang Xiaozhi was so frightened that her legs cramped.

He nodded, then crouched down and ran away.

Early the next morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Uncle Yang, sporting two large dark circles under his eyes, banged loudly on Yang Jianjun's door.

"Yang Jianjun, your father is dead."

Chen Xiuqin came out wearing a coat, looking impatient.

"She was fine when she threw him into the pigsty last night..." At this point, she suddenly remembered that since she threw him in yesterday, she hadn't even offered him a drop of water, let alone glanced at him.

Uncle Yang rushed in.

He pointed at Yang Jianjun's nose and started cursing.

"You unfilial son, your father appeared to me in a dream last night. In the dream, he cried and said he died with his eyes open in disbelief."

He said he felt sorry for Song Xianglan and wanted to kowtow to her to apologize before leaving. He also said he would change Xiangdong and Tingting's names back and include them in the Yang family genealogy.

Yang Jianjun was still yawning.

"Being included in the family genealogy? That means Xiang Dong is my dad's son, and from now on I'm his older brother..."

Uncle Yang's eyes darted around, clearly he was also thinking about this. "Have your aunts and uncles go find Song Xianglan, we need to hurry and see your father."

Uncle Yang greeted him.

Although the Yang family's sisters-in-law were reluctant, they still went despite their reluctance.

Song Xianglan was feeding the pigs in the backyard.

Hearing the noise, he grabbed a broom and came out.

"Old Song..." Aunt Yang squeezed out two tears, "Dashan is gone. He appeared in my dream last night, saying he wanted to ask for your forgiveness..."

"Forgive my ass."

Song Xianglan slammed the broom on the ground. "The person is already dead, and you still want to disgust me? Does your Yang family think I, Song Xianglan, have been a vegetarian and chanting Buddhist scriptures these past few years?"

A sister-in-law nearby whispered a word of advice:

"We just felt that even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. Now that he's gone, let's change Xiangdong and Tingting's surnames back, and also..."

"What kind of filth are you spewing? The despicable things your Yang family has done generation after generation are so bad that even God can't stand them. And now you still want to find lucky people to be your descendants. Don't you even take a piss and look at yourselves? Do you even deserve it?"

The more Song Xianglan scolded, the angrier she became.

Recalling Zhang Yujuan's crazy words, she couldn't suppress the anger in her heart.

"You bunch of vampires, open your eyes wide and look! My marriage was a huge scam, and you still want me to forgive you? You still want to drag Xiang Dongtingting into your quagmire?"

Aunt Yang was about to speak again: "Xianglan, they are the younger generation, they need to acknowledge their ancestors and return to their roots..."

"You're my uncle," Song Xianglan grabbed a broom and slapped it at the legs of Aunt Yang and the others. "If you can't speak properly, I'll sew Yang Dashan's underwear back into your mouth."

Your relationship with him is not only deep, but also quite intimate. You shamelessly chose to be the Yang family's bloodbath; don't expect my son and daughter to get even a speck of blood on you.

"Get out of here, all of you! If you dare to bring that shit pot to my door again, I'll drag Yang Dashan's corpse out and feed it to the dogs."

Song Xianglan wielded the broom with great skill and flair.

The Yang family's sisters-in-law were whipped and screamed, clutching their legs and jumping back.

The sisters-in-law were terrified.

He dared not mention any more last wishes and turned to run away.

They ran to the intersection, panting heavily.

"This...this Song Xianglan is too outrageous."

"I told you it wasn't right, but you insisted on bringing this bad luck upon us." One of the sisters-in-law wiped away her tears. "None of the men in the Yang family are good. They cause trouble while they're alive, and now they're making us lose face even after they're dead."

"Exactly, why doesn't Yang Dashan go find Zhang Yujuan? She's his true love."

"Stop talking and go back. I'm not coming."