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

Erhua carried over a steaming pot of stewed chicken soup and served it directly to Song Xianglan.

The moment the bottom of the basin touched the table, Song Xianghe's bottom had already left the stool.

She leaned halfway across the table, her chopsticks piercing and picking with precision.

A perfectly stewed chicken leaped over the table and landed steadily on the empty plate in front of her.

She threw down her chopsticks, tore off a chicken leg with her hand, and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

The moment the meat entered her mouth, she spat a piece of chicken bone directly onto the table.

The smacking sound was ten times louder than before.

While chewing, she also gave Song Xianglan and Sister-in-law Song a provocative sidelong glance.

Those aunts in the Nie family are no pushovers.

Seeing this, they simply took the whole basin away.

The chopsticks clattered in the bowl as they began a battle for the remaining pig's feet.

Looking at the splattered soup on the table and the oily sheen on Song Xianghe's lips, Song Xianglan felt a wave of nausea wash over her.

Utterly disgusting.

She felt that as she got older, she learned to be considerate of others. If it weren't for Nie Xiaochuan's wedding banquet, she would have beaten Song Xianghe to a pulp.

She couldn't be bothered to watch this monkey show.

He put down his chopsticks and got off the table.

Big Flower has sharp eyes.

He put down the tray, pulled Song Xianglan along, and headed towards the kitchen.

"Third Aunt, there are some clean vegetables left inside. Let's go inside and eat."

"I'm not hungry," Song Xianglan waved her hand.

Da Hua took a white flour peanut bun, broke it open, and picked out the most regular piece of braised pork with alternating layers of fat and lean meat from the bowl next to her and stuffed it in.

He handed it over, saying, "Have one to settle your stomach. There's also abalone stewed with pig's feet coming up later. We need to save two portions for the workers; it's unreasonable to hire them to work and not let them eat fresh food."

The women working in the kitchen laughed.

"Of all the weddings in the whole village, yours was the most lavish. The bride's red dress, her fair and delicate skin, and the red hairpin in her hair were all beautiful. Even I, a woman, was mesmerized."

"You're such a jerk, you were good-looking when you were young too."

"I know what kind of person I am. When I was young, I had a pointed face and wasn't much to look at. The only thing I wore for my wedding was that the clothes weren't patched."

Everyone smiled with envy.

"That's how weddings were back then. We were dirt poor. Life is much better now."

"Life is better now that the land has been distributed."

Next to her, Nie's cousin served Song Xianglan a bowl of abalone stewed with pig's feet, saying, "Her third aunt is sitting down to eat."

Song Xianglan ate even more while sitting in the kitchen.

When each dish is taken out of the pot.

The women who were helping would put some food on Song Xianglan's plate first.

The group started talking about farming.

Song Xianglan also offered her opinion, and the other women listened attentively.

When I encountered something I didn't understand, I asked a couple of questions.

Song Xianglan ate another bowl of peanut soup with matsutake mushroom buns. She waved her hand and said she really couldn't eat anymore.

The matsutake mushroom buns were so delicious that she ate two in a row.

After we finish eating, we'll set off firecrackers outside.

She saw Song Xianghe let out a loud burp, clutch her stomach, and rush towards the outhouse in the backyard.

Song Xianglan twitched the corners of her mouth, left the kitchen, and quietly followed.

Several female customers were lined up next to the outhouse in the backyard.

Song Xianghe couldn't wait any longer and turned around to head straight for the Nie family's old house.

The old house area is quiet, with few people around.

Song Xianghe went into the outhouse of the old house and closed the wooden door behind her.

Song Xianglan glanced around and saw a half-basin of muddy water in the corner.

She ran to the chicken coop, grabbed a shovelful of chicken droppings, poured it into a large wooden basin, stirred it, and then carried the basin directly to the outhouse door.

Take a half step back, use your waist to generate power, and swing both arms.

"Splash!"

A basin of dirty water was poured directly into the wooden door from the top.

There was a moment of silence inside, followed by a scream as loud as a pig being slaughtered.

"Who the hell splashed me? Ouch, my eyes!"

"Ugh...it smells awful."

Song Xianglan threw the wooden basin on the ground and ran away in a flash.

He ran back to a quiet spot in the new house.

Song Xianglan leaned against the wall and chuckled softly.

Old Song, burping from drinking, staggered over, leaned closer, and asked in a low voice:

"What mischief have you gotten yourself into this time? Why are you smiling so slyly?"

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes at him, arrogantly raising her chin. "Would someone as kind as me do anything bad?"

Song Laosan chuckled:

"My third sister wouldn't do anything bad. But you definitely did something disgusting."

He had barely finished speaking when he let out another burp.

The smell of alcohol hit Song Xianglan's face directly.

Song Xianglan took a step back and fanned her nose with her hand. "It stinks! I'm going to tell Third Sister-in-law right now that you've been drinking again."

Upon hearing this, Song Laosan's eyes instantly reddened, and his voice trembled with tears.

"Third sister, do you know how hard it is for your third brother?"

Song Xianglan couldn't stand his behavior. "Oh dear, why does this old man cry so easily? Alright, alright, I won't tell on you."

Song Laosan immediately stopped crying, his expression changing faster than turning the pages of a book.

He quickly made a request, "Third Sister, could you take me with you when you go to Haishi? The neighbor's son and I went to Haishi and have been bragging about it for two and a half months."

"Just give Song Nan a call, surely he'll take you."

"They drive trucks all over the country, it's too dangerous. I don't want to suffer, I just want to go to a bustling big city and broaden my horizons."

Song Xianglan nodded, "Okay. I'll take you there. Now, do me a favor."

She whispered a few words in Song Laosan's ear.

"Go to the old house and stop Second Sister. Let her come over after the relatives here have left."

Song Laosan's face twitched, his expression complex.

"I do not want."

Song Xianglan grabbed his ear, "Come on, let's go find my third sister-in-law."

You can't afford to offend anyone but your third sister.

While others believe that a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years, she believes that a woman should take revenge as soon as possible.

"Don't tell your third sister-in-law, can you bear to see me kneeling on the washboard with half a basin of water on me at night?" Brother Song was in tears when he thought about it. Everyone says that women are gentle as water, but why do I only see tigresses?

"Hurry up. If you don't go, my third sister-in-law and I will give you a double beating."

Brother Song, sobbing, obediently slipped along the wall towards the old house.

The relatives in the front yard finished eating and left one after another.

Old Tang led his grandchildren to stand by the courtyard wall and wait for Song Xianghe.

Today, the Nie family's maids were watching him like he was a thief, and he didn't even touch the leftovers on the table.

I waited for ages but no one showed up.

The few leftover dishes on the table were distributed by Song Xiangmei to the neighbors from the village who came to help.

Song Xianglan strolled into the new house.

Chunxia, ​​dressed in red, sat on the edge of the bed. She had put on light makeup today and looked exceptionally beautiful.

She listlessly tugged at the bed sheet.

Seeing Song Xianglan enter, Chunxia quickly waved and complained, "Third Aunt. The matchmaker is absolutely forbidding me from going out; I'm so bored! What's going on outside?"

"I have so much fighting power but nowhere to use it. It's driving me crazy."

Song Xianglan pulled up a chair and sat down, then recounted the whole story of how she had just poured water into the latrine.

Chunxia's eyes lit up, and she slapped her thigh: "Well done! Third Aunt, my dear Third Aunt, you are the person I admire most."

The guests outside had all left.

Only then did Song Laosan leave.

Song Xianghe was covered in chicken manure, her hair plastered to her scalp in clumps, and the broken skin was stinging from the water.

She stormed into the front yard in a fit of rage.

The eldest, second, and fourth sons of the Song family hadn't left yet; they were all standing at the entrance of the main room, smoking.

As soon as Song Xianghe entered the courtyard, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Song Xianglan, get out here right now!"

Song Xiangmei handed the gift money and the list to Chunxia in the inner room.

Hearing the roar, he quickly ran out of the main room.

"Second sister, don't mess with third sister. You can't beat her in a fight, and you can't win an argument with her. You only feel satisfied when you get a beating, right?"

Song Xianghe pointed at her brothers and yelled, "Isn't it all because you guys help her? It's been like this since we were kids. Just because she has a sweet tongue and can lie, you all protect her and spoil her."

Song Xianglan lifted the curtain.

They came out of the new house and immediately started firing.

"When I was little, my older brothers and sisters would secretly share things with us. If they gave me half a candy, I would take it, say thank you, and hug and kiss them."

"I gave you half a candy, and you immediately ask why I only got half? Did you guys secretly eat the other half behind your back?"

Song Xianghe opened her mouth, "Who gives away half a piece of candy? As the older brothers and sisters, they shouldn't have eaten it."

Song Xianglan continued her outpouring of words, each one piercing the heart:

"If they put my shoes on, I'll praise them as the best brothers and sisters in the world. If they put your shoes on, you'll say they're destined to be servants or farmhands for life."

"They are your older brothers and sisters, not your parents. Song Xianghe, you are a selfish and heartless beast."

"Your older brother and sister have given so much, but you never show any gratitude and only think it's your duty."

The courtyard was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Boss Song's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, trembled slightly.

When he saw Song Xianghe get soaked to the bone, he felt a pang of sympathy for her as the older brother.

Now, his childhood memories resurfaced, and the more he looked at Song Xianglan on the steps, the more pleasing she seemed, while the more he looked at Song Xianghe in the courtyard, the more annoyed he became.

Song Xianglan remembers every effort they made.

They would coax them with kind words, and even bite off half a piece of candy and share it with them.

I always have to force them to eat together.

Song Laosi also took a step back, completely abandoning the matter.

He was beaten when he was a child because he had done something wrong, while Song Xianghe was beaten because she brought it on herself.

Qin Ping glared coldly at Song Laosi, grabbed his arm and dragged him outside, saying, "What are you looking at? You really intend to be your second sister's long-term servant?"

Song Laosi chuckled and took Qin Ping's hand in return.

"No way, no one can compare to you."

The two turned around and went straight out the door.

The eldest and second eldest Song brothers also put out their cigarettes and left without looking back.

Only Old Tang's family and Song Xianghe remained in the courtyard.

When Song Xianghe saw that all her brothers had run away, she plopped down on the long bench.

"I don't care, I'm staying here today. I'll stay for ten days or half a month."

Song Xianglan sneered, "If you dare to stay, I'll beat you so badly tonight you won't even be able to hold your shit in your hands."

Song Xianghe shuddered.

She had witnessed Song Xianglan's methods firsthand; this woman was a woman of her word.

"Big sister, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Song Xiangmei felt sorry for everyone she saw, but she didn't dare to.

She was afraid that Song Xianglan would pin her down in the chicken coop and beat her so badly that the chickens wouldn't recognize her, right in front of Chunxia.

"I can't even take care of myself, so who can I take care of?"

They didn't get a single scrap of leftover food.

I even got covered in swill.

The more I think about it, the more I lose.

"Sister, I'm not staying here. Please return all the money I gave as a gift."