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

Song Xianglan pulled out a bench, sat down, and grabbed a handful of melon seeds to crack.

Song Laoda was also watching the brothers fooling around. Song west gave the red envelopes to Fu Bao and You Bao.

Both little ones were given to Song Xianglan.

"Second brother, third brother." Song Xianglan's voice was bright and could be heard in half the courtyard. "The fourth brother and his wife can't stand me. They always talk sarcasticly about me whenever they see me."

If they were reasonable parents, would their children disobey them?

That couple, if you add up all their cunning, they'd be worthless compared to someone else's snot. All their scheming and plotting has made them a laughingstock.

The surrounding relatives burst into laughter.

Several elders laughed so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

The Song brothers remained silent, and Song Dong did not return from Haishi.

Qin Ping's eyes reddened as she turned to look at her son, Song west.

Song west kept his head down, focused on talking to Wan Xiaoju, and didn't even glance at her.

Qin Ping was furious that her son didn't give her any face, and Song Xianglan also publicly accused them of making fun of her, making her grit her teeth in anger.

Song Laosi, feeling embarrassed, immediately shouted:

"Song Xianglan, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Song Laosan couldn't bear to see his sister suffer. He had Song Laoer by his side to back him up, and his wife was also watching closely. He reached out and pinched the soft flesh on the inside of Song Laosi's arm, twisting it hard.

She then pinched the soft flesh on his waist, saying, "If you dare to bully my third sister, I'll strangle you."

"Aww."

Song Lao Si jumped up in pain, yelling, "Song Lao San, are you fucking asking for it...?"

Before he could finish speaking...

Old Song bent down, pulled off his cloth shoes, and slapped Old Song three times on the back.

The sole of the shoe slapped against the shirt, making a loud thud.

Song Xianglan continued to fan the flames:

"Fourth son, you good-for-nothing grandson. Our mother married into the Song family at sixteen, gave birth to so many of us, served her picky in-laws, and raised you good-for-nothing children."

"I received no filial piety from you while I was alive, I lived a life of misery until my death, and even in death I am still being cursed by this unfilial son."

"When did I ever curse at my mother?"

Song Lao Si covered his head and ran away, only to be surrounded and beaten by his three older brothers. He repeatedly bowed and apologized, "Third Sister, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn't have spoken ill of you like that."

Song Laosan raised his leg and kicked him.

"Why are you dragging our mother into this on such a wonderful day? Has our mother ever enjoyed a single day of happiness with you? Has your little villa ever been built for our mother to live in?"

Song Xiangmei and Song Xianghe walked in one after the other.

When Song Xiangmei saw everyone surrounding and beating Song Laosi, she quickly stepped forward to pull Song Laoda away.

"The relatives all think this is terrible; why would they do this on such a joyous occasion?"

Song Xianghe pouted, "All you do is bully the fourth brother."

Song Xianglan slowly spat out the sunflower seed shells in her mouth. "That 'little fourth brother' you all talk about, he even insults our mother who's never enjoyed a single day of happiness. Otherwise, would our eldest brother have taken action?"

The moment those words were spoken, the tide turned.

Song Xiangmei raised her hand and slapped Song Laosi on the forehead.

Song Xianghe clenched her fist and slammed it twice on Song Laosi's shoulder. "You little brat, Laosi, you're asking for a beating."

Song Laosi had no words to express his suffering, so he covered his head and begged for help.

"Wife, say something, I really didn't..."

Qin Ping hid behind the crowd and pretended to be dead.

With so many siblings in the Song family, she would rather her own man be beaten than be scolded.

Song Xianglan stared at him: "What? You're saying we're talking nonsense, that we've misheard you because our ears are stuffed with feathers?"

Song Laosi was completely speechless and kept bowing and scraping.

If it weren't for the fact that today is Song west's engagement day, he would have been skinned alive by his buddies.

He vowed repeatedly that he would burn more joss paper for his mother in a few days, so that she could become a wealthy woman over there.

The farce has come to an end.

Song Xiangmei sat down next to Song Xianglan, her eyes scanning the courtyard, and asked in a low voice:

"Where are the woman's parents? We haven't seen them."

Song Xianglan shook her head.

She didn't see any of the Wan family elders from the moment she entered the courtyard.

At this moment, several maternal uncles came over, saw Fu Bao and You Bao, and each of them took out a red envelope and stuffed it into the children's hands.

Song Xiangmei also took out a red envelope she had prepared in advance and handed it over.

She adores Fu Bao and You Bao.

Hug Fu Bao, the little girl has a sweet tongue.

Song Xiangmei was overjoyed to hear him call her "Auntie" repeatedly. "Of all the children in our Song family, Fu Bao is the most lovable."

Song Xianghe pursed her lips. City kids are all so lovable. For example, her grandchildren are better than the Song family's.

She walked around the yard for a while, then plunged into the kitchen.

Qin Ping followed closely behind and went inside. "Second sister, aren't you going to give third sister's family two precious gold nuggets as red envelopes? If it's less than five yuan, third sister will throw it in your face and call you a miser."

Song Xianghe looked around.

"It's not Chinese New Year, why give me a red envelope? Don't call me for anything more than a penny."

She held a piece of freshly fried ribbonfish in each hand, eating with gusto, her mouth sizzling with oil, and still picking at the bones: "The seasoning on this fish is too heavy, it's unbearably salty."

Qin Ping rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to her ravenous eating habits.

More relatives entered the courtyard one after another.

The woman's family finally showed up.

Wan Xiaoju's parents did not come; only her older brother and cousin came.

The three people stood together, and none of them resembled each other in terms of facial features or body shape.

That guy had wrinkles around his eyes, making him look old. He spoke shrewdly and his eyes darted around, showing he was a seasoned veteran of the underworld.

My cousin is pretty, but she has a flirtatious look in her eyes.

When judging someone, people always look at what makes them different first.

"Grandma. You're dirty!" Youbao shouted at the top of his lungs.

Song Xianglan snapped out of her daze and looked down.

Youbao pees standing up.

Before he could pull it out, he peed all over his crotch, and the water dripped down his trouser leg.

Song Xianglan squatted down, pulled down Youbao's wet pants, picked up the naked little guy, and walked to the well.

She drew a bucket of well water and carefully washed Youbao's bottom and legs.

"Take off your pants before you pee." Song Xianglan patted his little bottom.

Youbao reached out his little hands and hugged Song Xianglan's neck, then leaned in and gave her a big kiss on the cheek, smearing half of her face with saliva.

Song Xianglan's anger dissipated completely.

He hugged Youbao and kissed him, saying, "Stand still and don't run around. I'll go get you some clean pants."

Youbao's thighs were bare.

With his eyes fixed on the big white goose by the courtyard wall, he took short steps and chased after it.

"Goose. Play."

Song Xianglan walked outside the courtyard gate and took out a spare pair of pants from the bicycle basket.

Just as I held it in my hand, I heard Shen Huijun and Song Yuzhu whispering from around the corner of the courtyard wall.

"Wan Xiaoju's family is a bit strange," Shen Huijun said in a low voice.

"Shh, keep your voice down." Song Yuzhu looked around. "Fourth Aunt is bragging to everyone that the bride's family is wealthy and that her brother dotes on her parents. When asked why she didn't come, she says her parents are too old and don't want to suffer the long journey."

"But I think there's something strange about her brother."

Song Xianglan stood by the wall, holding the trousers, and savored their taste.

Something's not right.

When a young woman gets engaged, at least one of her parents, no matter how old, has to show up.

The way my brother and cousin acted didn't seem like the behavior of people who actually did their jobs properly.

She walked back, pulling up her pants, but couldn't find Youbao.

Youbao's dirty pants had been washed clean by Song Xiangmei and were hanging on the clothesline in the yard.

Song Xiangmei walked over, shaking the water droplets off her hands. "Xiao Chuan is here too. He said that Song Qiang and the others just came back to the village from Guangzhou. These guys are rich; they rented a car and drove it back."

"No wonder my sister-in-law hasn't arrived yet."

"Oh, my sister-in-law is furious, it's all because of that brat Song Qiang."

"You're already causing trouble as soon as you get back?" Song Xianglan asked.

"Song Qiang and his wife had a huge fight," Song Xiangmei said, leaning closer. "His wife is insisting on moving to Guangzhou to live with him, but Song Qiang is absolutely against it. He said he'd take his five daughters to Guangzhou, and what would people think if they saw he had five girls?"

"Now that we're rich, even our daughters look down on us."

"When he was poor, he longed to have a son. But how could he manage without a son to establish a household?" Song Xiangmei always felt that she needed a son.

Song Xianghe slipped out of the kitchen and overheard a few words. She immediately interrupted:

"Then let Song Qiang have two more daughters, making a total of seven fairy maidens. No one will laugh then; other families will be vying to marry into his family."

"His wife can't give birth to a son and she still dares to argue. If it were anyone else, they would have worked hard to atone for their sins by now."

Song Xianglan glanced at Song Xianghe.

Her two pockets were stuffed full, and they drooped down as she walked, while she crunched on fried meatballs.

"Second sister, is your stomach about to expire? You're stuffing yourself before the meal even starts. If you don't use it today, it'll be useless tomorrow. What are you going to do when the real main dishes come out?" Song Xianglan mocked.

Song Xianghe turned and ran outside: "Third sister, what you said reminded me. There will definitely be something delicious at noon, I need to make room."

"Why is she running away?" Song Xiangmei was completely bewildered.

"What else could she be doing?" Song Xianglan sneered, staring at Song Xianghe's retreating figure. "She'll definitely be emptying the contents of her pockets into the tattered basket she brought, freeing up the pockets for the next batch."