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

Song Xiangmei couldn't out-argue her two daughters-in-law.

Da Hua stepped forward and shoved Nie Laosan's wife, "What are you two snarling beasts doing here?"

"Your married daughter has come back to act like a tyrant. Don't think we don't know what you're up to by flattering Mom."

Nie Laosan's wife has a sharp tongue.

He spat at Da Hua, "You think you can get away with this by rubbing salt in your asshole? What business is it of yours if we daughters-in-law are looking for a mother-in-law? You just can't stand to see your brothers living a good life, can you?"

The second son's wife saw that Song Xiangmei's face was pale and was making inappropriate noises.

"Mom, back then you relied on the old man to make money in the city, which annoyed the old man there and made you come back, but we didn't say anything."

You are the elder, and we are the younger generation.

Even if we made mistakes that caused us to lose face, we accept it.

You should feel a little more affection for your own sons, since they're all your own flesh and blood. Baba only favors Xiaochuan; the rest of us are all wild children.

The third son's wife chimed in:

"My father-in-law wished for all his sons to be together before he died. You keep showing favoritism, and he won't rest in peace in the afterlife."

"Your father-in-law is haunting you in his dreams, demanding answers. Aren't you afraid of waking up in the middle of the night in fear?"

Song Xiangmei's hand trembled as she gripped the broom.

Hearing them mention the deceased Old Man Nie, her eyes welled up with tears, which streamed down her face and landed on the back of her hand.

That old man was like a weather vane when he was alive.

She had previously expressed her sympathy for Xiao Chuan, who was still unmarried and had just started to have some good days, but now he was causing trouble and wanted to be surrounded by children and grandchildren.

The person is now dead.

Her good days have only just begun.

They weren't destined to enjoy happiness, and even after they died, these two troublemakers still dragged them out to disgust people.

Nie Dahua yanked Song Xiangmei aside, stood in front of them, and pointed at their noses, scolding, "What annoying things have you done that you still have the nerve to come and talk about it?"

Xiao Chuan was almost driven to his death by you guys, and now you're pretending to be a good sister-in-law. You're scheming to make Xiao Chuan stay single so you can make money off him.

Small brain, but a clever mind. If you're so good at scheming, why don't you become an accountant?

"Why should we be embarrassed? We are doing this for the sake of the Nie family's descendants."

The second daughter-in-law said stiffly, "All we know is that our deceased father-in-law could not close his eyes."

"Tch..." Song Xianglan accidentally let out a mocking laugh, "Feeling sorry for the old man who can't close his eyes in peace, you all go down and keep him company."

The second son's wife was stunned for a moment.

What's that wicked third aunt doing here?

I didn't see it either.

Song Xianglan walked down the steps, snatched the broom from Da Hua's hand, and said, "The two good daughters-in-law went down to fulfill their filial duties, and that old man couldn't bother to torment his son anymore."

He himself was killed by his own son with a hoe. If he had any ambition, he would have risen from the dead in the middle of the night and taken all of you beasts down with him.

It's not that I look down on your Nie family, but you're cowardly ghosts, too timid to even utter a sound. Even in the underworld, you're bullied by little devils and don't dare utter a word.

"You..." The third son's wife was so angry that her face turned red and her neck bulged.

Song Xianglan swung her broom, aiming straight for the two men's faces.

"You're all spineless cowards. You don't care about the many living people out there, but you come here to pity a dead ghost who doesn't even dare to fart."

Before the words had even finished, the words were spoken.

Song Xianglan swung her arm and lashed out with the bamboo broom at her second son's wife.

"Ouch."

The second son's wife was hit hard and ran out of the courtyard gate, clutching her head.

He ran while yelling at the top of his lungs, "What are you doing, an outsider, shouting like that in our house? Your surname is Song, not Nie."

"You're an outsider too, you're not even surnamed Nie."

Song Xianglan chased after her out the door with a broom, whipping her back repeatedly, "You dressed like a decent person and came to my older sister's house begging for food? Get out of here!"

The third son's wife was so frightened that her legs cramped up, and she clung to the corner of the wall, inching her way out.

If you hit her, please don't come after me.

Just as she reached the doorway, Song Xianglan kicked her in the leg.

"Get out of here."

The third son's wife scrambled out of the room.

Nie Dahua stood in the courtyard with her younger sisters.

I was stunned.

"Third Aunt's skills..." Si Hua swallowed hard, "They're no different from before she retired. They really hurt when she hits someone."

Song Xianglan dragged the broom back and leaned calmly against the door frame.

"I can eat a pound of meat in one sitting, and beating up two skinny monkeys is a piece of cake."

Wu Hua shrank his neck.

He muttered to himself: "I can't afford a pound of meat."

Her family only buys one pound of meat for the whole family during the Chinese New Year.

When we buy half a pound of meat, it usually ends up in the mouths of the husband and son.

With Song Xianglan, this living Yama, keeping things in check.

The second and third sons of the Nie family did not dare to show their faces.

Nie Laosi didn't come over at all; he said his wife had been making a lot of money lately.

Old Nie was not short of money. He lived a life of luxury with his wife, enjoying the finest food and drink.

It's lunchtime.

Several of the grandchildren, who were only a few years old, sneaked into the yard, their mouths watering as they stared longingly at the meat and vegetables on the table.

Song Xiangmei sighed, grabbed a handful of fruit candies and stuffed them into their pockets, waved them away, and didn't let a single one of them stay at the table to eat.

Before they knew it, it was time for Nie Xiaochuan's wedding day.

The Huang family's wedding procession stretched for a long time.

Chunxia was wearing a brand-new red dress, with a red silk flower in her hair and holding a large red umbrella.

Nie Xiaochuan rode his brand-new bicycle, wearing new clothes, and grinned from ear to ear.

Chunxia sat sideways in the back seat, her back ramrod straight.

The tractor following behind the bicycle stopped.

The villagers who had come to watch the spectacle all gathered around.

Someone started spreading sweetness.

Adults and children alike were scrambling for the candy.

The dowry items from the Huang family included a red lacquered ancestral bucket, a carved camphor wood chest, two thermos flasks printed with peony flowers, four quilts, and a Butterfly brand sewing machine.

Even more outrageous was the 14-inch black and white television.

The villagers whispered among themselves.

"Nie Xiaochuan, an old bachelor, is so lucky."

"The bride is really beautiful."

"The dowry is huge. What do you think her family saw in Nie Xiaochuan?"

"Perhaps it's due to exceptional talent."

Rural people's jokes always end up being pulled into the room.

As soon as Chunxia got out of the car, the pair of gleaming silver bracelets on her wrists and the gold earrings on her ears dazzled all the women in the village.

The Huang family kept all of the 680 yuan dowry given by the Nie family, and even added 500 yuan as part of their own dowry.

Such a grand gesture.

Not to mention Niejiazhuang, the entire commune was turned upside down.

That was also the first of the top three.

Wuhua stood outside the courtyard, her eyes wide with astonishment.

"No wonder people say the Huang family cherishes their daughter like the apple of their eye. They have both sons and daughters, and their daughter still gets such a generous dowry when she gets married."

Sihua nodded, "Our Xiaochuan gave quite a dowry too."

The man with the four flowers standing behind suddenly blurted out sourly, "Your family really treats marrying off a daughter and getting married a completely different story. When it's your turn to get married, a few tattered clothes, two quilts, and two 'seed buckets' are all you get."

Sihua turned around and spat on his shoe.

"Shut your stinking mouth. What kind of gifts does Xiao Chuan send to his mother-in-law's house during holidays?"

A whole rack of pork ribs, plus good cigarettes and liquor. Not to mention the four kinds of pastries and candies, I never go empty-handed.

When we were arranging the marriage, if you sent a pound of pork to my family's home, they would practically want to take nine ounces and nine mace back with them.

The man with four flowers was publicly exposed, and his face turned ashen.

He shook his head and disappeared into the crowd without saying a word.

The entire Song family was present.

Tables were placed in the courtyard, main room, and rooms of the Nie family's house on the first floor.

Song Xianghe arrived in a flurry with her entire family.

As soon as I entered the yard, my eyes started darting around everywhere.

The three-story building is bright and spacious, and the courtyard is paved with bluestone slabs.

Then she saw the villagers she had invited to help cooking braised pork in the kitchen. The kitchen was large and spacious, even bigger than her living room in the city.

Song Xianghe watched with envy, her heart filled with resentment.

Back in the Song family, she, the second sister, lived the most comfortable life.

She married into the city, received a government-subsidized food ration, and had a legitimate job.

Every time I go back to my hometown, I can't even be bothered to look at these poor relatives.

Now, even the most pathetic and bullied eldest sister lives in such a grand mansion.

The wedding of the youngest son was even more extravagant.

On what grounds?

It turns out that her entire family, her own flesh and blood, trampled on her and bullied her, this honest woman.

Song Xianghe turned to Song Xiangmei, who was greeting guests, and said, "Sister, your house is so big. I'm not leaving after the wedding banquet. I'll stay at your house for a few more days with my child to share in the joy."

Song Xiangmei was so busy that she barely had time to breathe, so she casually agreed:

"Alright, the west room is empty, and the bedding is all ready. Feel free to stay here."

Qin Ping, Song Lao Si's wife, was sitting in a chair talking to Nie's relatives when she saw Song Xiang He's eyes darting around and she got angry.

She strode up to Song Xianghe and pointed her finger at her, firing.

"Song Xianghe, you thief. Give me back my cigarettes, alcohol, pork ribs, chicken, and duck in cash. I won't ask for more; just give me thirty yuan."

People around looked over.

Song Xianghe rolled her eyes, stood at the kitchen door and took the opportunity to steal a fried meatball and stuff it into her mouth, her mouth greasy from eating it.

"I took things from my fourth brother's family. What right do you, an outsider, have to jump out and yell? The household registration shows the head of household's surname as Song, and so do I. Who do you think you are, with your surname Qin?"

Qin Ping was so angry that she trembled all over.

She always thought she was shrewish and shameless enough, but she never expected to meet someone even more shameless than her.

While Song west was getting engaged to Yang Liu and causing trouble for Song Qiang, she emptied all the cigarettes and alcohol in her main room and all the pork ribs, chickens, and ducks in the kitchen, not to mention packing up countless meat and vegetables.

Even after being caught red-handed, he can still speak so confidently.

"Don't give me that crap. I'm going to rip your old face off today."

Song Xianghe shoved Qin Ping away, "What grudge do you have against my older sister? Why do you have to cause trouble on such a joyous occasion? A table full of good food can't shut you up. You're so petty and uncouth."

She tidied her disheveled hair, pointed at Qin Ping's nose, and cursed back:

"I always said that Fourth Brother was blind to marry a slut like you. For a few worthless things, you've completely disgraced Fourth Brother."