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

On this joyous occasion, everyone was there to watch the excitement.

The commotion, even before the banquet had begun, instantly drew everyone's attention.

Sister-in-law Song couldn't sit still any longer, so she quickly ran over and stood between Qin Ping and Song Xianghe to smooth things over.

"We can talk about it later. Today is Xiaochuan's big day. Let's each take a step back and have a peaceful meal first."

Qin Ping had been harboring a burning anger for a long time.

Seeing Sister-in-law Song come over to play the good guy, he was furious.

On the day of Song west's engagement, Yang Liu and her husband made such a scene at home that they practically lifted the roof off, but the eldest sister-in-law didn't even utter a normal fart.

Now that she's caught a thief and is demanding her own cigarettes, alcohol, and pork ribs back, she's being seen as unreasonable and undignified.

"Sister-in-law, you haven't even cleaned your own head yet, stop showing your teeth and pretending to be a good person." Qin Ping shoved Song's sister-in-law's arm away, spitting everywhere, "Your Song Qiang has even fathered a bastard child outside, and you haven't said a word."

Do you think I don't know your ulterior motives? You're just hoping that bastard will come back and acknowledge his family, afraid that Song Qiang really won't have a son to take care of him in his old age.

Even the birds that used to fly by stopped flying.

It landed on a tree and looked around.

The amiable expression on Sister-in-law Song's face froze instantly, and she opened her mouth but couldn't utter a sound for a long time.

The child has already been born; we can't just abandon the child.

She understood this perfectly well, and she also felt sorry for the little life.

But Qin Ping had pulled down her underwear in front of so many people, leaving her speechless and her face burning with embarrassment. She could only slink away to the side in shame.

"Your arguing has nothing to do with me."

After Qin Ping finished criticizing Sister-in-law Song, she grabbed the hem of Song Xianghe's clothes and held on tightly.

"Stop playing dead. You used to sneak around scheming whenever you went back to your parents' house, trying to take every last bit of land they owned. Someone as ungrateful as you deserves to have your hands chopped off and fed to the dogs."

Song Xianghe pulled her clothes back forcefully.

Unfortunately, Qin Ping's grip was too strong.

It didn't budge.

She simply stopped pretending and yelled back, "Qin Ping, you shrew with no manners at all! I took things from my fourth brother's family, things from our Song family, what does it have to do with you, an outsider?"

"If you don't let go, I'll slap you."

At this moment, Song Laosi was being pulled aside by several distant relatives of the Nie family in the backyard, who were offering him cigarettes and chatting idly.

They had no idea that the front yard had been turned upside down.

Qin Ping shoved Song Xianghe, her words as sharp as a machine gun: "You offer incense to Buddha when you meet him, and draw your gun when you meet a thief. You have no manners, and you become stronger when faced with strength. You're a thief who's worse than a beggar, what face do you have to talk to me about manners?"

"You have no manners and no shame."

The two pushed and shoved each other, making the table where the side dishes were placed shake.

Song Xiangmei was so anxious that she slapped her thigh and rushed over to pry the two of them apart. "Stop arguing! Please, I'm begging you! Today is Xiaochuan's wedding."

But she had so little strength and her voice was weak.

The entire scene was drowned out by the two men's high-pitched curses, and no one paid any attention to them.

Everyone else was just watching the spectacle.

Qin Ping is an aunt, so she has a very high status today.

In the new house, Chunxia, ​​wearing a red dress with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, was so anxious that she spun around in circles.

Hearing the shouting outside, she clung to the door frame, trying to rush out.

The two matchmakers and bridesmaids reacted quickly, grabbing Chunxia tightly around the waist and dragging her into the house.

"Chunxia, ​​you mustn't. You're the bride today; it's bad luck if you're tainted with bad luck. You absolutely mustn't go out."

"Bear with it, the Nie family has connections outside."

"I'm going to tear their mouths off right now for coming to my house and causing trouble." Chunxia stomped her feet angrily and shouted through the crack in the door, "Go tell my second aunt and fourth aunt that after these few days, I'm going to their house to get my revenge."

The situation is getting out of hand.

The wooden door to the outhouse creaked open.

Song Xianglan came out after using the toilet.

Erhua stood guard at the door the whole time.

Seeing this, he quickly went over and told her everything about the fight between Qin Ping and Song Xianghe in the front yard.

Song Xianglan ran briskly to the front yard.

Pushing through the crowd of onlookers.

Qin Ping and Song Xianghe stood at the kitchen door, exchanging insults about each other's mothers.

Song Xianglan grabbed Song Xianghe's arm with one hand and Qin Ping's wrist with the other.

Pull it outwards with force.

The two were pulled and stumbled.

Before I could even stand properly, Song Xianglan's icy voice crashed down:

"Alright, stop getting in my way. You two, once you get out of this Nie family's courtyard, go to the roadside and beat them to death. Kill one, that's one; kill both, and you're good to go to heaven."

Qin Ping and Song Xianghe were having a great time fighting.

They weren't about to just leave.

The two of them strained backward, their necks stiff.

Song Xianglan glared at the Big Flower sisters standing to the side.

Da Hua understood immediately, and with a wave of her hand, she led her sisters to rush forward and lift the two of them up.

"Second Aunt, come on, we'll take you to see Xiao Chuan's old house." Da Hua called out affectionately, but her hands were anything but polite, half-hugging and half-pushing.

Qin Ping opened her mouth to curse, but Si Hua slapped her mouth shut.

"Fourth Aunt, you and Second Aunt have such a good relationship. Let's go outside and have a good chat."

Several people dragged and pulled the two, who were struggling and cursing, out of the Nie family's gate.

Song Xianglan walked at the very front.

He led the group until they reached a steep earthen slope about 500 or 600 meters from the Nie family's house before stopping.

Song Xianglan turned around and nodded her chin.

Da Hua and the others took the opportunity to push Qin Ping and Song Xianghe down the embankment.

"Anywhere beyond this point is outside the territory of Nie Family Village."

Song Xianglan stood at the top of the slope, looking down at the two women covered in dust at the bottom.

"You two can fight right here. Every one of you who dies is one less. If you die, I'll just dig a hole and bury you right here, no need for straw mats."

Qin Ping and Song Xianghe got up from the ground, covered in mud.

Staring blankly at the top of the slope.

Song Xianglan hated breaking up fights more than anything in her life.

When a relative causes trouble, she will only fan the flames without offering any support.

"There's not a soul in this godforsaken place, so no one's taking sides."

Song Xianglan pointed at Qin Ping and started cursing, "You cowardly piece of trash. You have to fight when there are a lot of people around. You're just showing off your incompetence by hoping others will break up the fight."

"How could Song west, such a simple-minded person who resorts to violence at the slightest disagreement, have a mother like you who only cowers in the back and shouts incessantly?"

After berating Qin Ping, the guns were turned on Song Xianghe:

"And you. You used to look down on people, thinking you were superior after marrying into the city. Turns out you married into a rat's den, and you're itching to steal something every time."

If your hands are so clumsy, just chop them off with a knife.

"You have a whole bunch of children and grandchildren, and you still do this shameless thing. Even bullets would admit defeat when they see your thick skin, saying it's impenetrable."

Song Xianghe was so embarrassed by the scolding that she couldn't bear it anymore.

He tried to climb the slope using both his hands and feet.

Nie Dahua and her sisters stood in front, blocking the intersection.

"Second Aunt, it's not time to eat yet, what's the rush?"

Song Xianghe simply plopped down on the ground, wiped away her tears, and wailed at the top of her lungs:

"I know my poverty makes you all dislike me. When you have a profitable business, you all keep it to yourselves and don't include me at all. You treat me like an outsider. I want to go to my parents' graves and cry my heart out."

Song Xianglan spat at her feet, "Not only will I not take you with me, but I'll also make you envious and jealous every day."

I love seeing you look like this, so angry at me but unable to do anything about it.

At your age, you still go to your parents' graves to cry and complain, even though I've never seen you burn paper money for them before.

Every year I burn piles of paper money and gold coins, and their wealthy lives in the underworld depend entirely on me. Crying your eyes out won't do any good. Anger me, and I'll make them bankrupt next year.

The Song family's parents... the sisters are arguing, and even ghosts are threatened.

Song Xianglan's mouth was so venomous it could bring the dead back to life.

"If your sons were even remotely decent, people wouldn't avoid them like the plague."

Whenever you mention starting your own business, the Tang family members all turn up their noses and look down on it.

Now that they see others making money, they're starting to feel sour and jealous. They're hypocritical, wanting to have their cake and eat it too, expecting the whole world to revolve around them. They act like they're some kind of protected species just because they have a clove of garlic stuck to their body.

Song Xianglan believed in giving everyone their due.

After scolding Song Xianghe, he turned and stared intently at Qin Ping.

"Qin Ping. Weren't you just making a scene about wanting to fight? Well, then, fight right here and now."

She suddenly put her hands on her hips and raised her voice.

"If you two don't fight, I'll beat you both up one by one today."

Qin Ping trembled at the shout.

Song Xianghe also forgot to cry.

The two stared at each other, both panting heavily with anger, neither making the first move.

Song Laosan's wife, wearing small leather shoes, ran all the way to watch the play.

Seeing the two frozen in place, he clapped his hands anxiously, "Hey, why haven't they started fighting yet?"

Wu Hua leaned over and repeated what Song Xianglan had just said.

After hearing this, Song Laosan's wife laughed so hard she almost fell over, pointing at the two people down the slope and laughing heartily.

"My goodness, I'll have another big joke to tell when I get back to the village. Two cowards who talk a big game but never deliver."

Qin Ping was naturally feisty, and she couldn't stand this kind of provocation.

She was initially worried that Song Xianghe was her second sister and that the Song family would take her side.

Judging from Song Xianglan's current attitude, she clearly wants Song Xianghe to be embarrassed.

Qin Ping let out a strange cry and pounced on Song Xianghe like a hungry tiger.

He grabbed Song Xianghe's permed curly hair and pulled it down forcefully.

Song Xianghe's scalp tightened, and she screamed in pain. She raised her hands and hugged Qin Ping's waist tightly, then opened her mouth and bit her.

Women don't have many tricks when they fight; they use all sorts of dirty tricks.

You pull my hair, I'll scratch your face.

You pinch my thigh, I'll gouge your eyes.

The two rolled around in the loess soil, their bodies covered in mud and withered grass.

"Okay. Pull her hair." Song Xianglan stood at the top of the slope, cupping her hands around her mouth and shouting encouragement.

"Don't give up. Fight!"

Nie Dahua and her sisters covered their mouths tightly with both hands, trying their best to suppress their screams, but they couldn't help but grin upwards. They could only hum along quietly.

The commotion here is really too great.

In no time at all.

The Song brothers, along with Old Man Tang, ran up the slope, panting heavily.

The group rushed to the top of the slope.

Looking down, they were all dumbfounded.

At the bottom of the slope, in a mud pit, Song Xianghe and Qin Ping were lying sprawled on the ground.

The two were face to face.

His hair was a complete mess, like a bird's nest, and his clothes were torn and unbuttoned.

They were already exhausted from the fight.

His hands and feet were immobilized, and only his mouth was still stubbornly holding on.

Qin Ping spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with dirt onto Song Xianghe's face.

Song Xianghe was not to be outdone and retorted with a spit of saliva.

He was vomiting.

The two were still mumbling insults about each other's ancestors for eighteen generations.