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

The police officers from the local police station, with dark expressions, escorted the elderly couple into the police car.

Song Tingting cried her eyes out as she waited for the hospital ambulance to arrive.

Chen Zui strolled over to the vicinity of the department store today, joined the crowd, and squeezed forward. He immediately saw the stall on the ground and Song Tingting with tears streaming down her face.

"Tingting, what happened?"

Song Tingting grabbed Chen Zui's arm, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and the onlookers felt extremely sorry for her.

"Brother Chen, someone smashed my head with a brick. I need to take her to the hospital. Could you please clean up this mess and take it back to the alley for me?"

Chen Zui looked at the dragon fruit and bananas on the ground, then at Song Xianglan whose face was covered in blood, and gasped.

"Where is the beast who beat people up?"

"He was taken to the police station."

"Okay. You go quickly, leave the stall to me. I'll pack up and go to the police station." Chen Zui was both angry and puzzled. How could his godmother have transformed from a powerful dragon into a giant green caterpillar in Beijing?

The onlookers showed great enthusiasm.

Southern fruits are quite rare these days.

"Young man, your godmother is in the hospital, don't send the fruit back. Quickly sell it and get money to pay for her medical bills!" An older woman squeezed through the crowd. "Anyone who needs fruit, come and buy some."

"We're lining up to buy, you can continue selling."

Chen Zui looked at the fruit scattered on the ground. "Auntie, I don't know how to use this scale."

"Let me weigh it for you. I've worked in a grocery store for half my life, I can tell the scale by heart." The kind-hearted aunt rolled up her sleeves, squatted down, and picked up the steelyard scale.

Another old man volunteered to take charge of the accounting.

Chen Zui was born with a silver tongue, and he readily went along with it, starting to shout:

"Dear elders, these are some delicious fruits from the South. My godmother almost lost her life trying to get these fruits. Please, kind-hearted neighbors, support them!"

A group of people rushed up.

Chen collects the money and gives change, while the old lady weighs it.

In less than twenty minutes, not even a single rotten banana peel remained on the stall, and the bottom of the basket was turned upside down.

Beijing Third People's Hospital.

On the emergency room bed, Song Xianglan slowly opened her eyes.

The electrocardiogram monitor next to me was beeping.

The doctor is writing a medical record with his head down.

"Auntie, how are you feeling?"

Song Xianglan's brows furrowed tightly as she clutched her chest and gasped for breath.

"Oh dear, doctor, I feel dizzy and nauseous." She flailed her fingers in the air. "Why do I see two shadows in your white coat? The world is spinning, and the bed is shaking."

The doctor's expression was grave. He turned to the nurse beside him and instructed her:

"He was hit on the head with a brick; it's definitely a concussion. Given his age, he should be taken to a hospital ward for observation."

Song Xianglan heard it clearly and grabbed the doctor's sleeve.

Her voice trembled, and she cried out, "Doctor, I hit my head with such a big brick, will my blood vessels in my brain rupture?"

I already have high blood pressure, I hope this shock might cause my blood vessels to burst.

I also feel a tightness in my chest, and I can't breathe properly. Could it be that blood has gotten into my lungs? And will this affect my liver and kidneys?

After hearing her describe how serious it was, the doctor quickly comforted her:

"Auntie, please don't get agitated. We'll arrange a comprehensive check-up for you right away. A brain CT scan, an electrocardiogram, and blood tests—we'll do it all."

Song Xianglan was overjoyed.

This is a good deal. I can use the money from those two old bastards' medical expenses to get my body, which has been worn out for half my life, checked out.

She waved her hand weakly, "Doctor, please be sure to examine me thoroughly. I don't want to lose my life in Beijing."

In a city thousands of miles away.

The sun was blazing, and Song Xiangmei was covered in sweat.

He was led into the alley by his daughter-in-law Chunxia, ​​who was holding his arm.

She was extremely reluctant. "Chunxia, ​​why don't we skip it? I'll treat you to stir-fried pork at the state-run restaurant or Nyonya cuisine at the Overseas Chinese Farm, wouldn't that be better?"

Chunxia grabbed her arm and explained earnestly:

"Mom. We can't just stand by and do nothing about how Second Aunt and Third Aunt are fighting like this. Second Aunt isn't a bad person, she's just petty and jealous that Third Aunt is living a smooth life without any troublesome old lady causing her distress."

"If we go over there today, we can at least give her a hand. If things are better for her later, she won't argue with you. Sisters should always look out for each other."

Song Xiangmei couldn't wrap her head around it.

Chunxia's words make sense.

I just feel that this statement sounds even less reliable than Xiaochuan farting.

"But wouldn't it look bad if we went empty-handed?"

Chunxia patted the coarse cloth bag hanging on her arm. "Mom, don't worry, I've prepared all the gifts. I never cause trouble for anyone when I'm at my parents' house. My brothers all know I'm reliable."

Song Xiangmei glanced at the shrunken cloth bag.

"What good stuff have you prepared?"

"You'll find out when we get there. I won't tell you yet; I'll give you a surprise."

Chunxia's eyes shone brightly, revealing an eager excitement.

She didn't tell Song Xiangmei because she was afraid that a pleasant surprise would turn into a shock.

Chunxia... they're either filling in the holes, or on their way to filling in the holes.

Song Xiangmei had no idea what she was about to face.

Hearing Chunxia's considerate words, her heart softened.

This child is so well-behaved; she cherishes the bond between siblings even more than she does.

After a series of twists and turns, the two arrived at the tenement building where Song Xianghe lived.

A rich aroma of meat wafted through the hallway.

The door next door was open, and an old woman was picking beans with a winnowing basket.

She looked up and recognized Song Xiangmei.

The last time Song Xianglan came here and caused a ruckus, we gave her some female squid, which left a deep impression on the old lady.

"Oh my, you're Song Xianghe's older sister, right? Didn't your formidable sister come with you today?" The old lady's eyes kept glancing behind Song Xiangmei.

Song Xiangmei quickly explained:

"She went to Beijing. My daughter-in-law and I came to the city for a stroll today."

The old lady noticed that Song Xiangmei's complexion was much rosier than before, and she exuded a carefree and relaxed air.

"Your sister had her first meat meal today. The aroma of meat wafts through the air."

Chunxia walked forward with a smile, reached into her cloth bag, and pulled out two large handfuls of White Rabbit milk candies, stuffing them into the old lady's pocket. "Auntie, give these to your grandson to sweeten his mouth."

The old lady was startled.

Song Xianghe always said that her family in the countryside was living a pitiful life and that they relied entirely on her and Old Man Tang for help.

My family members are like leeches in early summer.

How come young people in the countryside are so worldly-wise?

She couldn't stop smiling and thanked him repeatedly.

Chunxia raised her hand and banged on Old Man Tang's door.

The door opened.

Zhao Xiaogou stood behind the door, wearing an apron.

"You are... Auntie is here." Zhao Xiao'ou didn't recognize Chunxia, ​​but saw Song Xiangmei following behind.

Chunxia pulled Zhao Xiaogou aside and dragged Song Xiangmei into the room.

Inside the house, Old Tang and his family were gathered around the table, preparing to eat.

In the middle of the table was a plate of oily stir-fried pig's head with garlic sprouts and a plate of golden-yellow stir-fried eggs with chives.

A dish of water spinach.

A dish of stir-fried eggplant with green peppers.

There was also a bowl of rice next to it.

Chunxia opened her mouth and yelled, her voice so loud that the whole hallway could hear it:

"Second Aunt. I couldn't come out to talk to you at my wedding. Later I heard that you were beaten to a pulp by Fourth Aunt and had excrement poured over your head."

In a fit of anger, you took back the one-cent gift you gave as a token of your apology. I felt really bad about it, so I came here today to apologize.

"I told my mom, how could I give you even a penny?"

Song Xianghe's face turned green.

Shut your cesspool-like mouth.

Which pot does not open which pot.

The old lady next door, carrying a winnowing basket, squatted down in the corner shared by the two families, her ear pressed against the wall, listening intently.

Song Xianghe held the chopsticks, her face so dark it could drip water.

"Hey lady, what are you doing here? If you have nothing else to do, go back home. We have to go to work after we finish eating."

Song Xiangmei opened her mouth, her mouth dry.

She didn't know why she came.

Chunxia didn't seem to be there to apologize or make peace; she seemed to be there to start a fight.

Chunxia walked to the table and sniffed.

Shout exaggeratedly:

"Wow. My second aunt's cooking is really good. There's pork head meat stir-fried with garlic, and also scrambled eggs."

Qian Hong was holding a rice scoop, preparing to serve rice.

Chunxia snatched the rice spoon away in a flash, her movements so fast they created a gust of wind.

She scooped up a large spoonful of rice and slammed it onto the plate of stir-fried eggs with chives, then picked up the plate and stuffed the rice and vegetables together into Song Xiangmei's hands.

"Mom, eat your rice bowl while it's hot."

Song Xiangmei is holding a plate.

shocked.

Chunxia didn't stop. She picked up the plate of braised pig's head and scooped in a spoonful of rice.

He grabbed the chopsticks from the table, picked up the plate, and started shoveling food into his mouth.

"Mmm...it smells so good," Chunxia smacked her lips, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

Old Tang, Qian Hong, and Zhao Xiaogou were all dumbfounded.

The Tang brothers, Xiaojun and Xiaohu, were also dumbfounded.

Song Xianghe slammed her fist on the table in anger. "Are you starving ghosts reincarnated? Don't you have any manners or upbringing? You come to my house like bandits raiding a village. Did I even offer you food?"

Chunxia ignored him and stirred the vegetables in the bowl next to her with her chopsticks.

He chewed the meat with his mouth dripping with oil.

She used her chopsticks to pick out two of the fattest pieces of pork head meat and placed them on Song Xiangmei's plate.

Then he took another egg from Song Xiangmei's plate.

"Second Aunt, every time you go back to Grandma's house, it's like the Japanese invaders sweeping through the village, taking all the valuables back with you."

You've already stolen all their manners and upbringing, so why don't you still have any left? Others are born with manners and upbringing, but you've taken so much from your own family and still owe a whole bunch of them!"

Chunxia stared with her innocent-looking big eyes, but her words were sharp and cutting.

"You..." Song Xianghe gasped for breath, clutching her chest.

Song Xianglan ranked second.

Chunxia picked up a garlic sprout and slurped it into her mouth. "I'm Zhang Fei dressed as a woman, wild and arrogant. What's wrong with eating a couple of bites of your food?"

When Tang Xiaobao saw that all the meat on the table had been snatched away, he burst into loud sobs.

He rolled around on the ground:

"Mom, I want to eat meat. That bad woman ate all my meat."

Qian Hong felt sorry for her son, saying, "That shameless beggar came to our house to steal our food. He won't live to see tomorrow."

Chunxia rolled her eyes and glanced sideways at Qian Hong.

"Good women go to heaven, while you, you bad woman, are busy counting your money." Chunxia continued to pick at the pig's head meat, which was stir-fried to perfection.

"Good women are oppressed by men, while bad women manipulate men."

Your name is Qian Hong, right?

If we're talking about bad women, who can compare to you? Giving every man a deep, intense experience—your skill is unparalleled!

The room was deathly silent.

The old lady outside the door covered her mouth, trying to suppress her laughter so hard she was convulsing.

Song Xiangmei was eating the egg-topped rice, and in order not to embarrass her daughter-in-law, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and eat it.

My daughter-in-law's mouth is harder than a rock in a latrine and more venomous than a boning knife.

She went further and further down the path of offending Song Xianghe, and could only desperately eat scrambled eggs.