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

"Are you afraid of her?"

Yang Jianjun shrugged sheepishly. "Aren't you afraid?"

Yang Dashan was concerned about saving face in front of Zhang Yujuan.

"I'm not afraid of her for a second. If she dares to go against me again, I'll kick her out."

Zhang Yujuan gently lifted her eyelids.

"Stop talking. Xianglan may be a little ugly and have a bad temper, but she earns a good salary."

Yang Dashan: "..."

"Talking about money is too vulgar."

Zhang Yujuan smiled gently, got up, picked up the thermos, and poured boiling water into the teacup.

"I know I've wronged you. But... for Jianjun's sake, please bear with it a little longer."

Yang Jianjun looked up and said, "Dad... Godmother Yujuan is right."

The negotiations concluded.

They decided to call that bald man over tomorrow to take Song Tingting away. Once Song Tingting becomes his woman, even if Song Xianglan comes back, there's nothing they can do.

Yang Dashan also breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking advantage of the night.

He went to take Zhang Yujuan back home.

When they arrived at the courtyard gate, Zhang Yujuan wouldn't let him see her off.

"Don't send it. People will gossip if they see it."

Yang Dashan secretly touched her waist. "I'm not afraid of what others will say. I'd be willing to die for you."

"Dashan. Don't even mention death, I can't bear to part with him."

Despite her advanced age, Zhang Yujuan is very well-maintained and has very little gray hair.

"Since you can't bear to part with it, then you can stay."

"Oh my god. What does Ah-Cong think of me?"

"Ah Cong, Ah Cong. You only remember the son of that brute Wang Dahai, but you've completely forgotten about my child." Yang Dashan's eyes reddened as he grabbed her hand and placed it against his chest.

"Jianjun went to the commune clinic. You can go back later."

Zhang Yujuan refused.

They didn't move an inch.

Yang Dashan was overjoyed and pulled her into the small room next door.

The small room contained several snakeskin bags stacked on top of each other, and some farm tools.

Apart from that, there was a wooden plank bed.

He entered the room, eagerly took off his clothes, and hugged Zhang Yujuan, calling her his precious darling.

Zhang Yujuan let out a long sigh.

The displeasure he had felt vanished with the touch of his hand.

Gradually... the temperature in the room rose.

……

Song Xianglan rushed to the neighboring city, but it was already evening and there were no more boats to Qingyang.

She was always worried.

Holding Shen Huijun's hand with a worried expression, he said, "Huijun, I'm worried that Yang Dashan, that beast, will do something inhuman and sell Tingting off too early."

Shen Huijun made Song Xianglan sit on the snakeskin bag.

She asked people at the station if anyone was driving to Qingyang.

It's a long drive to Qingyang; we won't arrive until almost dawn.

People usually wait for the ferry.

"I'll pay. Five yuan per trip."

"Ten yuan per trip."

No one spoke.

Shen Huijun gritted her teeth, "Twenty yuan per trip. I'll also give you a can of luncheon meat."

A middle-aged man passing by overheard her words.

"Give me half the money first, and my tractor can get there."

"OK."

Shen Huijun quickly took out a cloth bag from her pocket, inside which she took out ten yuan.

"I'll give you ten yuan first when you get on the tractor, and I'll give you the remaining ten yuan when we get to Qingyang."

The man agreed.

Shen Huijun ran over and called out to Song Xianglan.

"Mom, let's take the tractor back."

"How much?"

"Money is just an external thing." Shen Huijun, carrying a large backpack, helped Song Xianglan up without any concern for money in her eyes.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law boarded the tractor.

The car sputtered and chugged all the way to Qingyang.

Qingyang is mountainous, the mountains are not high but the roads are difficult to travel.

The bumpy ride left Song Xianglan looking pale and sickly, while Shen Huijun kept her head down, afraid to speak, lest she swallow a bellyful of cold air.

We even took a one-hour break halfway through the journey.

Shen Huijun got off the tractor and vomited so badly she was speechless.

She said, panting:

"Mom. We were all fuming, and when we got home, we unleashed our fury."

Seeing her disheveled and distressed state, Song Xianglan took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll make you some salt and pepper spare ribs when we get home."

"Really? Mom's cooking is the best."

Shen Huijun opened the kettle and gave Song Xianglan a big gulp of water first.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law drank some water.

It's hot now, so steamed buns and mantou won't keep for long.

The two ate some fruit while they were hungry.

The man driving the tractor took a break.

I glanced at the full moon in the sky.

"Auntie, let's get going. The weather's been nice these past few days; I wouldn't dare walk at night without the moon."

Shen Huijun helped Song Xianglan onto the tractor.

He took a piece of clothing and wrapped it around her head, saying that he was afraid the wind at night would give her a headache.

Song Xianglan quickly found a blue scarf in her cloth bag.

They also wrapped up Shen Huijun's head.

"We women don't have as much energy and blood as men. They can catch a cold from a night breeze, but we develop a whole host of health problems as we get older."

The man was envious.

"Auntie, you two have such a good relationship. I thought you were mother and daughter."

My mom and my wife are like two fighting cocks.

They practically wanted to kill each other with their eyes the moment they met, and I was caught in the middle, making my son very upset.

Shen Huijun smiled.

"My mom is the best mother-in-law in the world."

Song Xianglan held her hand, "You are also the best daughter-in-law in the world."

The sputtering sound of the tractor drowned out their words.

We arrived at the commune.

It was already past seven in the morning.

Song Xianglan suggested that they fill their stomachs first, so they wouldn't have to cook breakfast when they got back.

We arrived at the breakfast shop.

The man who drove the tractor also ate breakfast with them, each having a bowl of seafood braised noodles. It contained shrimp, squid, oysters, and cabbage.

Song Xianglan ordered three more steamed buns.

One horseshoe pastry per person.

The three of them, travel-worn and disheveled, wolfed down their noodles.

Only Shen Huijun maintained her usual slow and deliberate eating habits.

"Young people these days are something else. I heard that yesterday afternoon a female student from the Xiaoquan brigade tried to elope but was caught by her family and brought back?"

Shen Huijun perked up her ears.

whisper:

"Mom, is our family from the Koizumi Brigade?"

"Yes."

"They say a female student eloped but was caught and brought back by her family." Shen Huijun couldn't understand it. Shouldn't female students be studying hard?

Song Xianglan had a bad feeling.

I asked a question:

"Whom did you elope with?"

The man standing and waiting for his dough sticks to be fried replied:

"They said he was a junior apprentice at the slaughterhouse. That kid got beaten up pretty badly."

"I heard that the female student is a very good student, but her family wants her to get married. And it's some kind of bald guy," someone else replied.

Song Xianglan ate the noodles in her bowl in a few bites.

He spoke to the man:

"I'll get you two more steamed buns, and you can take us back now."

Shen Huijun quickly took out a lunchbox from her cloth bag.

Pack up any leftovers.

She kept stuffing horseshoe pastries into her mouth as she walked, wanting to eat her fill before going home to protect her mother-in-law and sister-in-law.

Shen Huijun, who always spoke softly and slowly, was now filled with thoughts of annihilating the Yang family.

Song Xianglan paid the money.

The man driving the tractor, unperturbed by being interrupted while eating, had eyes full of excitement at the gossip.

"Auntie, let me know when you arrive. I'm not in a hurry to go back."

"My home is only two communes away."

"Just let me know if you need any help. It's free, no extra charge."

Song Xianglan didn't miss the burning gossip in his eyes. "Drive faster."

……

Early in the morning.

Huang Tu Mao from Xiaohuangzhuang gathered a few people and rode bicycles to pick up the bride.

Chen Xiuqin arrived home at five o'clock in the morning to tidy up.

The yard was very clean.

A piece of red paper cut out of paper was pasted on the main door of the main room.

Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang were very happy.

"My aunt got married. We got to eat wedding candy."

"Mom, are we having lots of meat today?"

Chen Xiuqin ladled out a bowl of noodles, her left ear and head wrapped in gauze. Her face was also covered in bruises.

"Get out of the way. Don't get in my way."

She took the bowl of noodles to Song Tingting's door.

She took the key from her waistband, opened the door, and Song Tingting took a step forward, but she was pushed back.

"Song Tingting, I advise you to give up on the idea of ​​leaving."

"As a woman, you are more fortunate than all of us to still be able to study."

Just be a decent person, don't dream of studying so you can become a factory worker in the city, marry a city dweller, and live off government-subsidized food rations.

Chen Xiuqin forcefully placed the bowl on her bedside table.

"Hmph. Baldy's family has five brick houses and grows tea. All his brothers can earn work points. You'd rather not enjoy this comfortable life than study like the city folk."

Song Tingting spat in her face angrily.

"You'll be in big trouble when my mom gets back."