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

Liu Dahua spat.

She smelled of the sea, and her rough hands lifted Yang Jianjun.

"You're a cultured person, why don't you do something decent?"

Liu Dahua grabbed Yang Jianjun and brought him to Song Xianglan.

"And this grotesque show thing."

"what……"

As the door was cleaved open, Chen Xiuqin rushed out.

Song Xianglan pushed Yang Dashan away.

He stepped forward and grabbed Chen Xiuqin.

Chen Xiuqin turned pale with fright.

Trembling, he pointed to the gauze on his head:

"It was your daughter who bit me; she almost bit off my ear."

"and then?"

"As a mother-in-law, you need to think about the future. You'll be relying on your son for your old age."

Shen Huijun's voice was very gentle, like pearls falling into spring water.

"I will take care of my mother-in-law with Xiang Dong in her old age."

Chen Xiuqin stared wide-eyed at the extremely beautiful woman, who had an air of scholarly elegance and fair skin, looking like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting.

"Who are you……"

How could that bastard Song Xiangdong marry such a beautiful woman?

She is not convinced.

"To Xiangdong's wife, I can take care of your mother-in-law in her old age, so you don't need to worry about that."

Speaking of retirement.

Song Xianglan recalled her past life.

She also thought about how they forced her to leave with nothing so that Yang Dashan could marry Zhang Yujuan.

The image shows Chen Xiuqin frequently insulting Yin and Yang.

Enraged, she grabbed Chen Xiuqin's hair and slammed it against Yang Jianjun.

After the collision.

She gave him a beating in front of the villagers.

The three men were beaten so badly they could only lie on the ground begging for mercy.

Liu Yidao rode his bicycle to the vicinity and heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from the Yang family's courtyard.

He went up to take a look.

Song Xianglan was whipping someone with a stick.

He quickly left the crowd, rode his bicycle, and disappeared like the wind.

Old Song is incredibly popular.

It lasted for half an hour.

Liu Chunhua and a few others came up to persuade them:

"We can't break it all at once."

"This education has touched their very souls; let them rest."

"Xianglan, you can't kill someone, or you'll go to jail too."

Yang Dashan, who was lying on the ground groaning in pain, pricked up his ears and stared at Song Xianglan with his terrifying eyes.

"I need to contact the police."

Song Xianglan grabbed a handful of sand and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Reporting to the police won't do any good. This is just a family matter."

Liu Chunhua rolled her eyes in displeasure. "Yang Dashan, you're so inconsiderate. Why call the police for such a small family dispute?"

The women in the village were thrilled.

Qingyang is located in a coastal area, and for generations, the people there have relied on farming and fishing to make a living.

Men have always had a higher status.

They were trained to listen to their parents at home and to listen to their parents-in-law and husbands/sons after marriage.

In his entire life, he has never listened to himself.

"These are all family matters."

"Old Song, well done."

In the villagers' eyes, Song Xianglan was like an old ox, always working tirelessly. This was the first time they had ever seen her beat someone up so satisfyingly.

It was as if they had also beaten up their own men.

Old Lin next door shook his head.

"The world is going to the dogs. Song Xianglan has set a bad example."

Lin Gang: "Dad, don't stir things up. Otherwise, Mom will end up like Aunt Song."

"Does she dare?"

"She's seen a lot, and she's always ready to go all out."

Old Lin fell silent.

Song Xianglan was tired from hitting him.

Yang Xiaotian's wife brought her a chair to sit down. "Auntie, my Xiaotian went to the street yesterday too. But he didn't go up and do anything."

Song Xianglan: "..."

"We'll talk about it later, I'm busy right now."

"Auntie, have some water."

Yang Xiaotian's wife brought a bowl of water, and Song Xianglan gulped down most of it.

Huang Tu Mao felt both fear and attraction.

If he were to marry Song Tingting, Song Xianglan would become his henchman.

"mom……"

Song Xianglan took off her shoe soles and rushed over, attacking Huang Tumao.

Yellow-haired bald man runs.

Song Xianglan pursued.

"Mom, your family received 388 yuan as a bride price, so I have to bring someone with me today."

A bald, yellow-haired creature cannot fly even with wings.

Song Xianglan caught up with him and slapped him across the face with the sole of her shoe.

"You can bring people with you."

Everyone: "..."

Song Tingting and Shen Huijun exchanged a glance, both looking completely bewildered.

Huang Tu Mao was overjoyed.

"You really want me to lead a group?"

"Um."

Song Xianglan picked up Chen Xiuqin, who was lying on the ground crying with tears and snot all over her face, and said, "Take her away."

Yang Jianjun ignored the pain in his body.

He crawled over and hugged Song Xianglan's leg, "Mom. Xiuqin is your daughter-in-law."

"Mom. I..."

Huang Tu Mao spat in Yang Jianjun's face with disgust, "She's worth at most three yuan and eighty cents. No, no... I'd feel guilty even if I gave her three yuan and eighty cents."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Chen Xiuqin's face darkened.

The villagers' mocking laughter pierced her heart like countless needles.

That resentment grew wildly in his heart. "You bald man. You have a mouthful of yellow teeth and you look like an upside-down spittoon. What right do you have to look down on me?"

Yellow hair and bald patches are considered ugly.

But he was never ashamed, and he would smile, revealing his big yellow teeth:

"I'm rich and young. I'll only date someone like Song Tingting. Who would even look at you?"

Song Tingting's face turned red with anger.

I don't want you.

The violence in Huang Tu Mao's eyes was suppressed. "Anyway, I'm taking people away today."

Song Xianglan pointed at Chen Xiuqin.

"Either take her away, or you demand money from them. My Tingting can't be taken away. You can try to fight me if you want."

She went to the kitchen.

I found my butcher knife.

The blade gleamed blindingly in the sunlight, as if it were thirsty and desperately craving a drop of blood.

"One-on-one or a group fight?"

All the young men in the Huang family took a step back.

They heard it clearly.

While the mother was away, the family conspired to sell their daughter, who was still in school, for an exorbitant dowry.

Huang Tu Mao glanced back.

The young men of Huangjiazhuang all turned their heads to watch the birds flying by in the sky.

he:"……"

Huang Tu Mao gritted his teeth and grabbed Yang Dashan and Yang Jianjun by the collar, "Give me back the money."

"Pay back the money."

Yang Dashan gave some money to Yang Jianjun and another 100 yuan to Zhang Yujuan. Where would he get 388 yuan to give him now?

He cried out:

"Song Xianglan, give me the money."

Song Xianglan knew he definitely couldn't come up with that much money, but what did that have to do with her?

"It has nothing to do with me."

After a pause, he said:

"Yellow Bald Hair. It's only right to pay back debts. If they don't pay, beat them until they piss themselves out and take all three of them away to pay off the debt."

Bald Yellow Hair: "..."

"These are worthless."

Yang Jianjun: "Mom, where is your love for me?"

"Pooh."

Song Xianglan spat in his face and yelled, "Get the hell out of here!"

Liu Dahua noticed that her expression was not good.

She came over and whispered in his ear: "Come to my house and rest for a while. Let Baldy deal with them. After you've eaten and drunk your fill and rested, you still need to settle scores with Zhang Yujuan and the others."

"Yes. Your mother-in-law..."

Liu Dahua's mother-in-law is not someone to be trifled with either.

"You're right. If you can't marry a good man, I'm not lucky enough to marry one either."

She came to terms with it.

My mother-in-law likes to scold people, and she can talk back.

It all comes down to who has the most energy to keep arguing until the end.

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes. She and Liu Dahua were old best friends who loved and bickered with each other.

"Walk."

Song Xianglan called Shen Huijun over.

"Let's go to your Aunt Da Hua's house to rest."

Shen Huijun carried a bag, with Chou Nu and Liu Chunhua and a few other old women helping her carry it. She also took Song Xianglan's pig-slaughtering knife.

They surrounded her as they walked toward Liu Dahua's house at the village entrance.

The man driving the tractor was so engrossed in watching the spectacle that he didn't want to leave.

He even greeted Song Xianglan when he met her.

"You haven't left yet?"

The man, still wondering if Huang Tumao and his gang would beat Yang Dashan so badly he'd shit himself, scratched his head and chuckled.

"I'll rest for a while before I leave. It won't delay anything."

"Then you should rest."

Song Xianglan and the others left.

Many of the female comrades from Xiaoquan Brigade followed behind, and at that moment they regarded Song Xianglan as a goddess.

Women in fishing villages have been oppressed for thousands of years.

Many outdated customs are only directed at women, and at this moment, the rebellious spirit deep in their hearts is brought out.

As for what will happen to Yang Dashan.

Nobody cares.

Only Old Man Lin and his gang of men watched the women leave with worried expressions, then glanced coldly at the pitiful state of Yang Dashan's family.

Yang Dadan spat and cursed:

"Uncle Dashan is useless. What's so wrong with selling his daughter?"

"That guy is not good enough for Tingting."

"Aunt Song can't let Uncle Dashan lose face like that. A man's reputation... He'll be too ashamed to face his ancestors at the end of the year."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Their dignity as men was ripped off by an old woman.

"The mountains."

Yang Dashan closed his eyes and lowered his head in despair.

"I'm a cultured person. What Old Song did is anything but dignified."