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

By the end, Qin Ping had vomited until there was no moisture left in her mouth.

A mouthful of dry spit landed squarely on Song Xianghe's nose. "Pah! You old bastard, if you ever go to Song Family Village again, I'll break your legs with a carrying pole."

Song Xianghe had lost a tuft of hair on her head, her face was swollen, and her ears were scratched and bleeding. Covered in mud, she stubbornly spat out a mouthful of mud.

"I'm going back to my parents' house to get some things. What business is it of yours, an outsider?"

"I'll have my son beat you to death."

"I'll have my fourth brother beat you to death."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ping grinned dryly, her mouth covered in mud.

"Your fourth brother is my man, and he obeys my every command, day and night."

"I told him to push the cart, and he pushed it; I told him to get on, and he got on." She stretched out her muddy hand and patted Song Xianghe's shoulder heavily.

"Shameless old thief."

Enraged, Song Xianghe slapped him back.

"You shameless slut, how dare you say such things. You're so old and still doing bad things."

"Have you no shame? If you had any shame, you could have fathered so many little bastards with Old Man Tang."

The two of them kept arguing back and forth.

I'm completely at a loss for words.

All that was left was slapping each other in the mud.

At the top of the slope.

Boss Song was completely bewildered by the farce unfolding below.

He turned to Song Xianglan, who was standing with her arms crossed, his eyes blazing at her. "You lot are just standing there watching without trying to break them up. Hurry up and go separate them! Tell me, what kind of mess is this...?"

Song Xianglan turned her face away and let out a cold snort:

"Brother, if I had gone up to break up the fight just now, those two sows would have ruined Xiaochuan's wedding."

Today, all the Huang family members who accompanied the bride are sitting in the courtyard. You see if the Huang family will let your Song family off the hook.

Old Song was speechless, unable to utter a word.

He wholeheartedly hoped that his brothers and sisters in the family would live in harmony.

Song Xianghe was like a hedgehog, getting along with no one, especially Song Xianglan.

They've been fighting since they were kids.

"We can't let them fight. What will the people of Nie Family Village think?"

Song Xianglan stared intently at Song Laoda, "Big brother, if they want to fight, let them fight it out here at the bottom of the slope."

Zhuang Dachao's wife jogged over.

He called out to Song Xianglan and Nie Dahua, "Mom, Third Aunt. The feast is starting in the front yard."

"Uncle, why are you here too? The banquet can't begin until you take your seats."

Song Xianglan grabbed Erhua's hand: "Erhua, come on, let's go back for dinner."

She squeezed Erhua's slightly cold fingers.

He left without looking back.

"Never mind them."

Seeing this, the Song brothers had no choice but to grit their teeth and slide down the slope to pull the two people out of the mud.

When Song Xianghe saw her brothers, tears streamed down her face, turning her into a mud-covered figure.

She grabbed Song Laosi's leg and began to cry at the top of her lungs:

"Fourth brother, look how your third sister and your wife are bullying me. My family isn't well-off, and that lousy factory isn't doing well either."

"What's wrong with me taking a little something from my parents' house to help out? The bond we've built up since childhood can't even compare to a few cigarettes, alcohol, or spare ribs."

All the brothers and sisters in the family are biased.

She stared intently at Song Laosi, crying with snot and tears streaming down her face.

"Fourth brother, you're the most successful of all our brothers. When you were little, your third sister beat and bullied you, and it was I, your second sister, who protected and helped you."

"You're smart, so your son is just as intelligent as you."

Song Laosi was a man who cared a lot about his reputation and was also very vain.

Song Xianghe's words, "The most promising," made him feel like he was floating on air.

My bones have become two ounces lighter.

He cleared his throat, puffed out his chest, and assured her, "Second sister, if you ever need anything at home, just tell me."

Qin Ping, who was standing nearby, felt her heart sink when she heard this.

She struggled to her feet, pointed to her swollen cheek, and yelled at Song Laosi:

"Song Laosi, open your eyes and see what your dear second sister has done to me."

"Which of your pants isn't zipped up? You old thief, you're showing!"

Old Man Song spoke up, "Stop arguing. We're all here to see our grandchildren, can't we just be peaceful and quiet?"

When Song Xianghe saw Qin Ping complaining, she was not to be outdone.

He tugged at his even more tattered clothes and wailed, "Fourth brother!"

"Fourth brother."

The two women shouted at the same time, one looking pitiful and the other furious, both staring at Song Laosi demanding an explanation.

Song Laosan glanced at the top of the hill. "Big brother, they're ignoring you."

Song Laosi's head was spinning from the noise, and he guiltily avoided Qin Ping and Song Xianghe's gaze.

He turned to look at Boss Song and forcefully changed the subject, "Brother, let's hurry up and take our seats. If we, as his uncles, don't take our seats, they won't even start their meal."

After saying that, Song Laosi slipped away and climbed up the slope without looking back.

The other three brothers of the Song family saw this and quickly followed suit.

Old Song was still cursing Old Song the Fourth. Xiao Chuan had finally gotten married, but he had to make a scene and fight until they were red in the face.

Old Tang followed at the very back with a sour face, not saying a word.

They all ran away.

Only two mud figures remained at the bottom of the slope.

Song Laosan's wife walked over in her leather shoes, looking down at them.

She despised these two the most; they both liked to take advantage of others.

They treat even a small loss like it's a matter of life and death.

Qin Ping is also very jealous. It's only in the last year or two that things have gotten better for her that she stops bothering Song Xianglan.

She turned around and waved to the Big Flower sisters.

"Big Flower, Third Flower, Fourth Flower, Fifth Flower, pull them both up. Take them to the old house to wash up before they sit down. Aren't you two hungry after fighting for so long?"

Qin Ping was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it, so she rolled her eyes at her third son's wife.

"You guys were having a good time watching the show, now you're acting all high and mighty."

Song Laosan's wife's face darkened. "If you utter another word, I'll beat you up right now."

Song Laosan's wife is different from others.

She's a real shrew; she's the boss at home.

In front of her, Song Laosan was just a weak and helpless little husband.

When trouble comes to the family, it's Song Laosan who cries first, and it's she who makes vows and promises to appease people.

Qin Ping shut her mouth immediately after being glared at, not daring to utter a single word.

This woman hits really hard.

Song Laosan's wife has always looked down on Song Xianghe.

He turned around and left.

The sisters, including Da Hua, stepped forward and pulled the two of them up from the mud.

Along the way, Qin Ping and Song Xianghe continued to chatter on and on, relentlessly criticizing the Da Hua sisters for being heartless.

"Are we starving? We came to your house to give you face, and you bunch of brats just watched us fight. You're all heartless beasts."

"My eldest sister has poor upbringing. She raised a bunch of wretched girls."

The four of them frowned in disgust, pinched their noses, and endured the insults all the way.

Today is my brother's big day, and as his older sister, they cannot bring shame to his wedding.

Inside the main room.

The feast has already been laid out.

Song Xianglan had already sat down and started eating.

The table was occupied by Old Man Nie's two aunts, his sisters, and the wives of the eldest and second eldest sons of the Song family.

The Nie family spared no expense in preparing for this wedding, with a very substantial meal, every dish brimming with oil and flavor.

In the very center was a large bowl of brown sugar, red dates, longan, and glutinous rice balls.

These days, people love to eat meat, but they also crave something sweet.

Song Lao Er's wife served Song Xianglan a bowl of sweet soup.

The two of them lowered their heads and chatted idly.

Song Xianglan broke open a peanut bun and put some braised pork inside. The juicy braised pork mixed with the sweetness of the peanut bun created a burst of salty, sweet, and savory flavor in her mouth.

Song Xianghe changed her clothes and walked in with a sullen face.

She caught sight of Song Xianglan and glared at her fiercely.

He walked quickly to Sister-in-law Song's side, squeezed a gap between them, and pulled out a chair to sit down.

As soon as she sat down, Song Xianghe stretched out both hands and viciously grabbed two white flour peanut buns and put them in her bowl.

Then, she picked up her chopsticks and reached for the plate of braised pork in the center of the table.

The chopsticks flew up and down in the plate, prying apart the small pieces of meat on top.

She squinted and rummaged around under the plate, picking out three large rectangular pieces of meat with alternating layers of fat and lean, and stuffed them all into her bowl.

Ignoring the disgusted looks from everyone at the table, he pried open a peanut bun with both hands, revealing the sweet peanut filling inside. Then he forcefully stuffed the two large pieces of braised pork into the bun.

One bite and your mouth is filled with juicy goodness.

She chewed with loud smacking sounds.

"Mmm, delicious, mmm..."

He was smacking his lips and humming along.

He ate a meat bun with one hand, while using the other hand to hold chopsticks and continue stirring the braised pork in the dish.

While rummaging through the food, he muttered, "I'm late, so I can eat a few more pieces. You guys ate so much good stuff before me."

Song Xianglan looked at the meat on the plate that had been stirred up into a mess.

They started cursing right away.

"Why are you stirring things up while you're eating? You're slurping your chopsticks and making a mess. You're like Nezha causing havoc in the sea, but you're messing with the food." Song Xianglan thought her temper was too good, and she actually refrained from hitting her.

"You smack your lips, and all the people at the table can hear is you grunting like a fat pig."

Song Xianghe paused in her actions after being scolded.

She didn't dare to talk back.

But she didn't change.

If you don't like it, you don't eat it, but this plate of meat is just right so she can eat more of it.

With a flick of her wrist, Song Xianghe stirred the chopsticks in the plate even faster than before.

She picked out a piece of fatty meat covered in sauce and put it straight into her mouth.