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

Song Xianglan stood close to Zhou Fang's courtyard wall, her feet sinking into grass that was above her ankles.

Instead of rushing through the front door, she went around to the base of the north wall. There was a small earthen hole there, dug out by Da Bao and Er Bao with their friends, specifically for playing hide-and-seek.

She crouched down and saw that the weeds at the entrance of the hole had been trampled.

The voices coming from inside could be heard intermittently.

"There's no food here. Just noodles."

"No fires allowed."

Song Xianglan pulled a large bundle of thorny dry brambles from under the big tree and stuffed them all into the hole, making it completely stuffy.

I'm still not at ease.

She bent down and used all the strength she had accumulated over half her life to lift a blue stone and place it against the pile of thorns.

After finishing all this, Song Xianglan supported herself on her knees and gasped for breath.

My throat felt like it was on fire, and my heart was pounding violently in my chest.

These old bones of mine have deteriorated; before, I could slaughter three pigs without even taking a breath.

She walked back along the corner of the wall and turned around to bump into Liu Yidao carrying his load back.

Song Xianglan ran over quickly and grabbed his carrying pole.

"Yidao, don't go yet. Come with me to catch a thief."

Liu Yidao's family rented out their house to families who ran small businesses in the commune, earning a few yuan a month to supplement their income.

When he wasn't at the slaughterhouse, he would accompany Liu Dahua to fish at sea.

Sometimes they also sell goods that they get from Song Xianglan.

Life was comfortable and peaceful.

Even when Zhu Zi saw him, he still acted like he didn't know what to do, and even after being lectured by Liu Yidao twice, he didn't dare to say anything.

Seeing that Song Xianglan's face was flushed, he quickly asked:

"Where is the thief?"

"Zhou Fang's house has been broken into, and the thief has a weapon. You're coming with me."

Liu Yidao glared at him and threw the wooden bucket on the ground.

He pulled out the well-worn carrying pole and swung it around in a circle. "Which bastard dares to cause trouble in our village? I'll make sure he never comes back."

Song Xianglan instructed in a low voice, "Go around to the back and enter through the small door. I'll enter through the front door and make a big commotion. When they run back, smash things as hard as you can."

Liu Yidao hesitated for a moment, then said, "You go and guard the back door. I'll go in through the front door."

"Stop dawdling. Listen to my instructions."

Song Xianglan pushed Liu Yidao to the back.

Liu Yidao warned Song Xianglan to be careful and to call for help if she couldn't win.

Song Xianglan took a deep breath, pulled out the freshly sharpened pig-slaughtering knife from her lower back, and gripped it so tightly that her fingers turned blue.

She strode to the front door of Zhou Fang's house, took out her key from her pocket, and opened the gate.

Several people inside were making lewd remarks.

"I saw a young widow taking a bath the other day while scouting the area, and I still can't forget her figure."

"You didn't go to the young widow to cook for you."

"After we finish this job, I'll corner her in her house. She's been celibate for so long, I'll do her a good deed."

"You fucking call doing bad things good."

The group laughed without restraint. "There are quite a few wealthy families in this village. We'll start our operation in this village this month, searching each family one by one."

Song Xianglan's eyes darkened. It wasn't just thieves who were despicable. They should be sent to work on sewing machines forever.

She rushed into the main room carrying a carrying pole, only to find two hooligans sitting on the sofa smoking.

A man with a hoarse voice sat on the table.

Another man was about to urinate against the corner of the wall.

"I'll beat your ancestors to a pulp!" Without another word, Song Xianglan swung a carrying pole and smashed it down on the man's head.

The man with the hoarse voice reacted quickly, dodging backward, only to have his shoulder slammed by Song Xianglan.

The remaining three thieves, seeing that it was an old woman, immediately revealed their ruthless nature.

"You old hag, instead of staying home to take care of your grandson, you've come here looking for death." A thief with a face full of scars pulled out a sickle used for cutting grass and slashed at Song Xianglan's shoulder.

Song Xianglan dodged to the side, and the carrying pole swept across, hitting the opponent's calf squarely.

The thief groaned and knelt on the ground.

Song Xianglan gained the upper hand for a time.

The other side had more people, and Song Xianglan was old and couldn't keep up physically.

The two thieves seized the opportunity and pounced on her, snatching her carrying pole.

"Strangle her and bury her in the backyard." The leader of the thieves said fiercely, pulling out a bundle of thin hemp rope from his pocket.

With fire blazing in her eyes, Song Xianglan suddenly thrust the butcher knife out from behind her waist.

The gleaming white blade sliced ​​through a semicircle and slashed at the thief's outstretched hand.

what--

The screams were so loud that dust fell straight down from the roof beams.

The thief's arm was cut open diagonally, and blood splattered onto the wall instantly.

"Liu Yidao, where the hell are you?" Song Xianglan shouted as she backed away.

Liu Yidao rushed in carrying a shoulder pole and started smashing things at the group of thieves who had gone berserk.

Even though Liu Yidao was strong, he was still hit twice by the thief with a stick.

The fighting in the courtyard was too loud.

The village dogs were barking incessantly.

Lin Gang and Lin Mu went to work in the fields. When they walked to a nearby village and stood by the roadside talking with some villagers, they heard something was wrong, grabbed their shovels, and ran to Zhou Fang's house.

"Help! Murder!" the thief shouted loudly from inside.

He was terrified that if he shouted too slowly, his life would be in danger.

When Lin Gang rushed into the courtyard, the battle was already over.

Song Xianglan rode on the back of the thief who was leading the group.

Use both hands.

Snapped!Snapped!

"You want to bury me in the backyard?"

Snapped!

"Where are your ancestral graves? I'm going to dig them up and bury your rotten heart and lungs there so that your ancestors for eighteen generations will never have peace."

"You peeping at widows bathing? I'll gouge your eyes out!"

"You say our village is rich, and you want to steal from house to house. You're talking nonsense in broad daylight, and you can't even beat an old woman like me. What kind of future do you think you'll have?"

"Your mother should have thrown you into the latrine to rot as fertilizer after giving birth to you."

Song Xianglan cursed and slapped him until her palms went numb.

The thief's face was swollen purple, with white foam and blood dripping from the corners of his mouth; he could only sob softly.

"Auntie, stop hitting her! If you keep hitting her, she'll really die!" Lin Gang quickly went up and pulled Song Xianglan up. At the same time, he told someone to go to the brigade headquarters to call the commune police station and say that they had caught a group of burglars.

The other three thieves were also tied up with rope by Liu Yidao and lay in the corner.

One of his arms was still bleeding. "Find me a barefoot doctor to bandage him up. He'll die if he's not bandaged up soon."

"Drag him to the dogs if he dies."

Liu Yidao stood guard by with a carrying pole, ready to strike anyone who dared to move.

The villagers all gathered at the doorway.

They all spat at the unfamiliar faces on the ground.

"Where did this thief come from? How dare he steal from our Koizumi Brigade?"

"Two of my old hens went missing a couple of days ago. It must have been those bastards who did it."

"Kill them."

Someone shouted, and several young men rushed up and kicked him several more times.

Before long, the commune police arrived.

The two police officers were stunned by the scene.

The four thieves were beaten beyond recognition, their heads covered in bruises. They were completely unrecognizable.

"Who hit him?"

The policeman asked questions while taking out his notebook.

"I did it." Song Xianglan rubbed the butcher knife on the sole of her shoe and put it back behind her waist.

"You didn't know your own strength. You'll be held responsible if you hit too hard."

As soon as Song Xianglan sat down on the table, tears immediately streamed down her face.

"Officer, you have to do me a favor. I heard some noise in my godson's yard and figured he wasn't supposed to be coming back, so I came to check."

These four men were trying to kill me with sickles. If I hadn't reacted quickly enough, they would be burying me in the backyard as fertilizer by now.

"I'll find out when someone digs in the backyard. The thought of my daughter not being married yet and my grandchildren being so young makes me die with regrets. I just went ahead and did it, giving them a little punishment."

Song Tingting squeezed through the crowd, hugged Song Xianglan, and began to cry:

"Mom, I was terrified. These thieves are so ruthless; they even tried to bury an old person alive."

"I almost lost my mom. Waaaaah..."

Thief... do you want to open your eyes and talk? Let's see who's tougher.

The villagers who were watching started to speak.

"Song's act of slaughtering the pig was a heroic act!"

"Young policeman, watch your mouth. That guy was almost killed. What's wrong with beating up a few petty thieves?"

"If she hadn't done it, she would have been buried alive."

"It wasn't just burying them alive; they cut off their flesh and removed their bones. Then they added coarse salt..."

"Where's your cured meat?"

The police officer wiped his sweat, looking at the mother and daughter crying their eyes out, and the gossiping onlookers.

Then look at the four thieves on the ground, the ones whose own mothers would shout "Holy crap!"

A bitter feeling welled up inside me.

The old woman looked much fiercer than a thief, but he dared not refute her. The villagers here could create countless suspenseful and thrilling stories from a single sentence.

The policeman said softly to Song Xianglan:

"Auntie, please be gentler next time. If someone really died, I couldn't protect you. We understand your feelings and admire your courage. We just feel sorry for you because you're getting old. Please be careful."

"I'll apply for a commendation for your act of bravery as soon as we get back."

Song Xianglan sniffed. "I was so scared that my hands wouldn't obey me. Comrade Liu Yidao from the slaughterhouse should also apply for a bravery award."

"Okay, I'll definitely apply for it for you."

The police dragged the person away.

One person was left behind to give a statement, and they were told not to clean up the crime scene.

Let's talk about it in a couple of days.

The news spread throughout the village.

The brigade headquarters loudspeaker broadcasted for a whole afternoon, calling on everyone to learn from Song Xianglan's spirit.

In the processing workshop.

Big Eyes was leading the mute man in digging a ditch under the wall. He had tied a stray dog ​​to the gate, and the dog bared its teeth at anyone it saw.

"Brother, our workshop is hated by people, we have to be careful," Da Mu said as he stuck wooden spikes into the ditch.

The mute man nodded and chuckled several times.

They dug even harder, wielding their shovels.

Song Yulu stayed at her third aunt's house for three days.

I haven't taken any of those bitter medicines for the past three days, and I've been eating well. It's all been warming and nourishing food, and my complexion has actually improved.

Early on the fourth day.

Her husband, Cai Youde, rode his bicycle into the yard.

"Third Aunt, I'm here to take Yulu home." Cai Youde smiled憨厚ly, carrying a bag of peanut candy and several pounds of pork ribs.