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

In the Song family kitchen, Song Tingting and Shen Huijun were busy taking food out of the pot and plating it.

The fan was blowing loudly, but it still couldn't quench the heat in the room.

The courtyard gate creaked open.

Wang Zhihe stepped across the threshold, followed by Liu Yukun, who was looking down and brooding.

Liu Yukun's chest heaved violently, and his face was long and drawn.

Song Xianglan placed the washed dishes on the table. "Why didn't Huang Ronghua come back with you?"

"He went home for dinner," Liu Yukun said through gritted teeth.

"Your face is so stinky it could kill flies two miles away. Is your mother up to her old tricks again?" Song Xianglan pulled over a stool and sat down.

Liu Yukun grew up without family affection, and even though he had family, he grew up struggling and stumbling.

Thanks to his brothers, who, despite not having enough to eat themselves, brought him food every day.

"She just pulled me aside and said that my household registration is under the Huang family, and all the land allocated to me belongs to my stepfather."

They told me not to say a word or argue. They also demanded I give them a thousand yuan to lease other fields and hills to the Huang family.

Song Xianglan sneered:

"They say that if you have a stepmother, you'll have a stepfather, but in your family it's the other way around. Your biological mother has turned herself into a stepmother."

She grabbed a dry towel from the clothesline and tossed it into Liu Yukun's arms.

"Go to the well and fetch some water to wash your face. Eat first, so you'll have the strength to fight."

Liu Yukun held the towel without moving.

"I just went to see the brigade leader. I made it clear to them that my share of land must be separated and redistributed separately, and I will not get involved with the Huang family."

"They can cultivate the contracted farmland and the land for subsistence, but it needs to be redivided. I must keep the private plot and homestead for myself."

"Well done."

Song Xianglan nodded approvingly.

Wang Zhihe carried Youbao out of the house, lifted him above his head and tossed him into the air.

Youbao giggled so hard that drool flew everywhere.

Shen Huijun brought the food to the table.

"There's still half a plate of the stir-fried carrots and bamboo shoots from lunch left, bring that over too."

Song Xianglan opened the refrigerator door and took it out. "Tingting, go heat it up."

Song Tingting picked up the plate and glanced outside into the courtyard. "I thought Zhou Fang and An Xiyang's family were coming to eat too, so I specially put two extra ladles of rice into the pot."

"Anxi Yang didn't go to the brigade headquarters to squeeze in, he must have cooked dinner at home." Song Xianglan picked up her rice bowl.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a head popped out from the courtyard gate.

Zhou Fang strode in carrying a rough porcelain plate filled with bright red braised pork ribs.

"Godmother, west Yang just cooked some sweet and sour pork ribs. She asked me to bring a plate over for you to try." Zhou Fang placed the plate on the table.

Song Tingting stood up, took an empty plate, and put two large fish into the dish of red-eyed fish in soy sauce on the table.

"We were just thinking about you guys. We thought you'd come over for a meal. Take this fish back and add it to your meal."

Zhou Fang didn't stand on ceremony, took the bowl, and grinned.

Turn around and go back.

The group had just picked up their chopsticks.

"Bang!"

The courtyard gate was pushed open forcefully.

Fang Lanhua barged in with a bitter look on her face, her two narrow eyes drooping, and her face barely showing any flesh.

Spitting as he spoke:

"A bastard with a slap on the left cheek and a kick on the right, he's made a few stinking bucks and forgotten his own name, now he runs around wagging his tail and eating dog food."

Every family has its little squabbles. I said a few words to you, and you turned around and got instigated by bad people to never come home again.

She took two steps to the eaves.

He glared at Song Xianglan sideways.

Raising his voice in a sarcastic tone:

"Song the butcher. My little brat is so ignorant. You're so old, why don't you call him home? He earns money outside but doesn't bring it home. A few days later he comes home empty-handed and says he didn't earn any money. People outside are saying you two have ulterior motives."

Song Xianglan slowly gnawed on a piece of pork rib.

He spat out the bone and then glanced at her sideways.

"His legs are his own, it's none of my business if he doesn't go back. You, as his mother, have your heart entirely devoted to the Huang family, do you even remember you have a son?"

"My family eats dog food, your family eats dog poop."

Fang Lanhua stood with her hands on her hips, her neck stretched out as far as it could go.

"Why didn't I think of him? I didn't mistreat him. I raised him with just a mouthful of food and a mouthful of water."

What gives you the right to sow discord behind my son's back just because he's making money?

If you continue to be so unreasonable, I'll live in your house from now on and make you take care of me in my old age.

Just as Liu Yukun was about to get up, Song Xianglan pressed him back down onto the bench.

"Your skin is so thick that even your stomach can't handle it, right?" Song Xianglan looked Fang Lanhua up and down. "When your stomach broke down, you pulled your brain out with it."

"You want to come live with me in your old age? Am I your mother or your ancestor? From your very first life, you perfectly avoided all human characteristics, insisting on being like family to the animals in the mountains."

Fang Lanhua was trembling with anger, pointing her finger at Song Xianglan's nose:

"You old bastard, watch your mouth."

"Don't think I'll tolerate your wailing just because it sounds exotic. The moment you open that cesspool mouth, I know you're about to start churning again." Song Xianglan stood up and casually picked up the broom that was leaning against the wall.

Fang Lanhua was so frightened that she took two steps back.

But the thought of the important matter of dividing the land that afternoon forced him to stay put.

She cursed loudly, "You heartless old sparrow, I'll fight you to the death!"

She lowered her head and rushed into the house.

Song Xianglan raised one foot and precisely hooked it behind her knee.

Fang Lanhua's legs went weak, and she knelt down outside the threshold with a thud.

"I was bitten by a rabid dog when I was a child, so seeing your appearance gives me a stress response." Song Xianglan looked down at her. "With so much energy, you'd be perfect to guard the gate of the brigade headquarters this afternoon."

Fang Lanhua got up.

Unable to defeat Song Xianglan, he turned his anger on Liu Yukun.

She pointed at Liu Yukun's nose and cursed:

"You ungrateful wretch, just like your short-lived, heartless father. I should have thrown you into the latrine and drowned you back then, so you wouldn't be causing me trouble now."

"My life is so hard. I married that short-lived man, and he died a few years later."

I couldn't bear the scorn in my husband's family anymore, so I remarried into the Huang family, bringing you, my burden, with me.

"I endured so much hardship and toil to raise you. Now you've grown up and think you're all that. You don't even recognize your own family. I'm done living. You've driven your own mother to her death; may you be struck by lightning!"

"Don't just shout 'I'm going to die!'"

Song Xianglan watched coldly, pointing outside the gate, "If you drink the medicine, I'll give you two cents to buy rat poison. If you hang yourself, there's a rope in the woodshed behind me. If you jump into the river, just go east to the sea."

"You pretentious bastard, if you actually dare to die here today, I'll respect you as someone important. After you die, I'll at least make two paper effigies of handsome young men for you to burn."

Fang Lanhua... Anyone who's really thinking about this will die.

Liu Yukun's face remained expressionless.

He stared intently at the orchid on the ground.

"Stop acting."

Liu Yukun's voice was icy cold, "I won't give you the private plots, but you can have the responsibility fields and the food ration fields."

From this day forward, our mother-son relationship ends here.

"When you get old, whatever amount of retirement money your sons give you, I'll give you exactly what you're owed. Not a penny more."

Fang Lanhua's wailing stopped abruptly.

She was so angry she gritted her teeth.

Liu Yukun is making a lot of money in the city now. What's the use of having so much money?

If she takes the money back to the Huang family, her life there will be much easier.

She later gave birth to several more sons and daughters. The Huang family was such a large family that they needed to eat and spend money, yet this little beast showed no spirit of dedication to his family.

Last year, Liu Yukun said he wanted to build a house next to Zhou Fang's house, but she made a scene and it didn't happen in the end.

They didn't even get the money.

Just thinking about it makes me feel frustrated.

"I truly regret raising you." Fang Lanhua glared at him fiercely. "I should have..."

"You should have let me drown in the latrine back then, shouldn't you?" Liu Yukun interrupted her, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about something trivial like what he ate for lunch.

Fang Lanhua opened her mouth wide, as if her throat was stuffed with a rag.

He couldn't utter a single word.

Liu Yukun's eyes were icy cold. "That year, Huang Dapao said he didn't want me, this burden. You took advantage of the darkness when I went to the outhouse and pushed me into the latrine at my grandmother's house. I was lucky enough to survive; I grabbed the manure shovel on the edge of the latrine and climbed out."

The room was completely silent.

"I crawled home covered in poop and pee. I'm telling you, my dad lifted me up from down below."

Liu Yukun stared into Fang Lanhua's eyes, "You...you really think my dead father saved me from the underworld? You're afraid he'll come after you in the middle of the night, so you insist on taking me with you when you remarry."

Fang Lanhua's face was deathly pale, even her lips had lost all color.

She never imagined that so many years would have passed.

Liu Yukun remembered all of this very clearly.

He was only four or five years old at the time.

"You're mistaken, I didn't." Fang Lanhua shrank back in a panic. "Do you know how difficult it is for a widow to live with a child?"

If Huang Dapao doesn't budge, how can I possibly marry him?

He said raising a son is different from raising a daughter. When a daughter grows up, she will marry the son he left behind. But a son will cost money to get married and have children.

What can I, a widow, do?

The more she talked, the more wronged she felt, and tears and snot streamed down her face.

Pointing at Liu Yukun, he questioned:

"You kept all these things in your heart, pretending not to know, just to torment me today."

I gave you my life, I raised you. How could you be so heartless?

You heartless, cold-blooded beast, just like your deadbeat father. You deserve to be struck by lightning for stabbing your own mother in the heart.

Song Xianglan couldn't listen to it anymore.

She grabbed Fang Lanhua by the back of her collar and dragged her up from the ground like a dead dog, all the way to the courtyard gate.

"Calling you a beast is an insult to beasts." Song Xianglan shoved Fang Lanhua hard, making her stumble. "You're nothing but a paramecium. Get out of my yard. If you dare step into it again, I'll bleed you dry with a butcher's knife."