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

Chen Xiuqin raised her hand and slapped Song Tingting across the face.

"Your mother's mother. What can your mother do to me?"

She was about to hit Song Tingting when Yang Jianjun stopped her.

"Stop hitting him. Your brother-in-law is here."

Yang Jianjun glared at Song Tingting, dragged Chen Xiuqin out, and locked the door.

Song Tingting stubbornly wiped away her tears.

She took out the scissors she had hidden.

It was tucked into my waistband.

If anyone forces her to leave, she will kill herself in front of everyone.

There was a knock on the window.

The ugly girl leaned against the windowsill in the backyard, her eyes red, and asked:

"Tingting, why isn't your mom back yet?"

"My mom said she'd be back soon. Auntie, please save me." Song Tingting lunged at the windowsill, grabbing Liu Chounu's hand with one hand.

Please.

"How can I save you? Your father didn't do anything wrong by letting you get married."

It's mainly a set of rules passed down from our ancestors.

Parents usually make the decisions about their children's marriages.

Song Tingting's eyes were covered in bruises.

His face was filled with despair.

"If my mother asked me to get married, I would agree without hesitation."

But I clearly promised my mother that I would study hard, go to university, and become the first female university student in the commune.

The ugly girl couldn't understand why Song Xianglan was so insistent on sending her daughter to school.

But she imagined that kind of glory, and longing appeared on her face.

"You wait,"

The ugly woman was sent back to tell Lin Gang's wife to call Liu Dahua.

She took an axe and went to the backyard windowsill to chop open the window.

It didn't take many strikes.

Chen Xiuqin opened the door.

Shout into the house:

"Help! Tingting is trying to run away..."

Huang Tu Mao spent three hundred yuan.

I brought eighty-eight yuan with me because I was getting married unexpectedly.

He took a liking to Song Tingting at first sight. She was beautiful, tall, well-educated, and more than ten years younger than him.

The first one rushed in.

He grabbed Song Tingting's hand and dragged her outside.

"You can't run away. I gave you 388 yuan as a bride price, so you're my wife."

Song Tingting struggled and refused.

"I do not want."

Song Tingting refused, and Huang Tumao hoisted her onto his shoulder.

He came into the courtyard and said to Yang Jianjun:

"Brother-in-law, I'm going back now."

Song Tingting kept resisting.

Yellow-haired guy patted her on the butt. "Wife, let's go home."

"Help!"

Song Tingting called out.

Yang Dashan told Chen Xiuqin to take a rag and stuff it into Song Tingting's mouth.

Liu Dahua and Liu Chunhua ran over together, one for Song Xianglan and the other because she had promised Liu Yidao.

The villagers all gathered around.

The ugly girl was jumping up and down on the main road. "Song Xianglan came back and wanted to fight Yang Dashan. She said that Tingting should study and not get married so early."

Liu Dahua blocked Huang Tumao's path.

"Put Tingting down."

The people from Huangjiazhuang all gathered around, asking, "Who are you? We paid 388 yuan, are you going to pay back the Yang family's money?"

Liu Dahua and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

Even if you sold all of them together, they wouldn't be worth more than 3.8 yuan.

The ugly woman didn't see Captain Wang. "Where's the captain?"

"They went to a meeting at the commune. The brigade secretary and accountant went together, as did the women's director."

In short, no officials were at home today.

The squad leader doesn't manage anything at home.

"Tingting, a woman must learn to accept her fate."

"I'm going to get married anyway."

"It doesn't matter who I marry."

……

The women in the village could only try to persuade Song Tingting to accept the injustice of fate.

The tractor arrived nearby.

Song Xianglan jumped off the tractor.

His eyes looked around.

The man driving the tractor took out a thick wooden stick and said, "I usually keep this for self-defense, but I'll lend it to you first."

Song Xianglan's left hand wound has not fully healed.

She was holding a stick in her right hand.

He rushed towards the crowd of onlookers.

"Let go of my Tingting."

A roar erupted from the ground.

Shen Huijun looked around and saw a little girl carrying a small dung scoop.

"Pretty auntie, would you like this?"

"Thanks."

Ignoring the strong stench of the latrine scoop, Shen Huijun picked it up and rushed over.

With her mouth covered by a rag, Song Tingting watched helplessly as her mother ran towards her against the light, carrying a stick in her hand, her hair blowing in the wind like a dandelion in bloom.

That was the light and shadow of my mother.

She struggled, choking back tears.

Chen Xiuqin and the others realized that something was seriously wrong.

"Baldy. Get your men and leave now."

The bald man asked calmly, "Who is that old woman?"

"Your mother-in-law," someone replied.

Yellow bald hair is not a problem.

388 yuan.

He didn't believe anyone would be willing to pay back the money.

Song Xianglan rushed over and pulled Song Tingting behind her. Pointing the stick at Huang Tumao, she said, "You can't take my daughter away. I don't agree to this marriage."

Huang Tumao touched his bald head.

"Mother-in-law, you've taken the betrothal money."

"Pah! I didn't take any betrothal money. Whoever took your money, go find them." Song Xianglan never expected that her daughter would be beaten like this in just a few days.

"Huijun, protect Tingting."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Liu Dahua again.

"Big Flower. She's got a shovel in her hand. Anyone who dares to lay a hand on her will be killed."

Liu Dahua rolled her eyes.

"Murderers should be executed."

Despite saying that, she still shielded Song Tingting behind her.

Liu Chounu and Liu Chunhua also stepped forward.

Seeing this, Huang Tu Mao knew he couldn't take Song Tingting away, and the men from Huangjiazhuang were furious.

"Your Koizumi Brigade is committing marriage fraud."

Song Xianglan rolled up her sleeves.

"Don't rush. It'll be the same if someone else marries you. Whoever takes the bride price is the one who marries into the family."

She went inside.

A stick struck Yang Dashan's leg.

Yang Dashan screamed in agony as the blow landed, "Song Xianglan, I'll kill you!"

"I'll kill you first."

Song Xianglan's eyes flashed fiercely.

Lin Gang chased after Yang Jianjun with a stick, and the poor Yang Jianjun climbed onto the wall. Lin Gang then swept him down from his house with a broom.

He was hit twice by Song Xianglan.

He was beaten until he screamed in pain.

He lay on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, "Mom, I'm your son. Even after you die, I'll be the one to take care of you..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Song Xianglan kicked him in the face.

The kick made his nose burn with pain, and when he touched it, he found it was covered in blood.

The villagers were stunned.

Everyone knows that Song Xianglan has a quick temper and great strength, but no one expected that at her age she would still beat her husband and son like she was slaughtering a pig.

One of them died, but the other two, screaming in agony, are still alive.

Chen Xiuqin had already hidden in the room.

The bald-haired guy and his group didn't react at all.

They were startled by the petite Song Xianglan.

He knew it was impossible to take the people away; he could only get the money back and receive compensation.

Song Tingting came to the courtyard.

"Mom, I want to settle accounts with Chen Xiuqin and Zhang Yujuan."

Song Xianglan calmly gave her a reassuring and loving look, "Sweetie. Mom is your strongest support."

Huang Tu Mao shouted unwillingly:

"Tingting, come back with me. I promise you'll live a life of luxury."

Song Tingting gritted her teeth and refused to look at him.

"I'd rather die than marry him."

Huang Tu Mao just couldn't understand how many people could be as generous with their bride price as he was.

He didn't have time to think about it.

His mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg as Song Xianglan held up an axe.

The villagers all gasped in surprise.

"Old Song, don't cause a death."

Song Xianglan turned around and smiled:

"Don't worry. This is just a family matter, a domestic dispute."

The several times she hit Yang Dashan were all family disputes.

Song Xianglan used an axe to chop down Chen Xiuqin's locked door, while Chen Xiuqin screamed anxiously inside.

"It was Jianjun and my father-in-law's idea. Don't come and hit me."

Song Xianglan remained silent.

They just kept smashing the door.

Shen Huijun rushed over, "Mom. Let me do it. Your arm injury hasn't healed yet."

Song Tingting grabbed the axe from Song Xianglan's hand. "Mom, let me do it myself."

Song Tingting chopped down the door.

Song Xianglan caught sight of Yang Dashan and his son trying to escape, and kicked them several times.

"You sold my precious daughter whom I raised."

"Whoever went out and beat people up in the street, I'm going to settle accounts with them."

The presence of Yang family members outside startled him.

More than a dozen people went yesterday.

Yang Dashan is a spineless man; after being beaten, he revealed who all the people who went with him.

The villagers watching booed again.

"Da Shan, that's so despicable."

"In the past, he would have been a prostitute."

Yang Dashan felt wronged and said, "If you're so tough, try taking a beating."

Song Xianglan grabbed Yang Dashan by the collar.

Seeing the tears and snot mixed together on his swollen pig-like face, I felt inexplicably relieved.

She gently patted his face.

"If you had said so earlier, you wouldn't have gotten beaten. I'll reward you with something nice tonight."

"Xianglan, please stop hitting me, okay?" Yang Dashan was in pain all over, especially from the blow that hit him earlier, which felt like his internal organs were on fire. "I'm a cultured man. This is undignified."