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

"Meifang, where's your mother-in-law?" Song Xianglan stormed in.

Mei Fang stood up and wiped her hands on her apron.

"Auntie, my mother-in-law was just called out by Wang Cong."

"Then I'll wait for her here."

Song Xianglan simply went inside.

They opened the jars in her kitchen and took out all the rice and flour bags, placing them in the yard.

Song Tingting went in and brought out the oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar.

Mei Fang: "..."

"Auntie, what's going on here...?"

"I'll settle accounts with your wicked mother-in-law. Don't be afraid," Song Xianglan comforted Mei Fang.

Mei Fang nodded.

……

Zhang Yujuan was unaware of what had happened to the Yang family, as her house was built quite far from the village center.

He was angrily dragged out by his son, Wang Cong.

Zhang Yujuan was unhappy, but she still secretly doted on Wang Cong.

"Ah-Cong, what's wrong with you?"

"Mom. You and Yang Jianjun's father...did you..." Wang Cong ultimately didn't dare say the word. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Did you do something to betray my father?"

Zhang Yujuan's heart skipped a beat.

My palms were slightly sweaty.

"Is that how you see your mother?"

"Your father is rarely home, and I, a woman, raised you. I'll help you get married and start a family."

Zhang Yujuan's eyes reddened. "You've married a wife and forgotten your mother."

"I'm a traditional woman. If that were the case, I would have remarried long ago."

Zhang Yujuan leaned against a rock.

She covered her eyes with one hand and sobbed, "I'm really heartbroken. Your Uncle Dashan is a decent man, he wouldn't do such a thing."

"Waaaah... We're usually very close. But..."

"There's a reason for it."

Wang Cong felt very sad when he saw his mother crying like that.

He stepped forward and gently put his arm around Zhang Yujuan.

"Mom, I'm sorry... What kind of respectable person is Yang Dashan?"

Zhang Yujuan wiped away her tears.

"Your Uncle Dashan said that Song the Pig Slaughterer has a bad temper and smells like pig manure. He still lets Song Tingting go to school, but ignores his two precious grandsons at home."

Zhang Yujuan looked up at Wang Cong's face and asked, "Would you rather Rongbao not go to school and instead send the women in your family to school?"

Wang Cong: "..."

What's the point of women reading?

"As long as you can do housework, manage household chores, and have children, that's fine."

Zhang Yujuan knew that her son understood her.

"That's why your Uncle Dashan wanted to marry Song Tingting off so that his two grandsons could go to school."

Women will eventually belong to another family; only men can bring honor to their ancestors and continue the family line.

After saying that, she sighed.

"It's tough being poor. I'm doing this for Rongbao. Your dad doesn't bring home much money all year round."

I was thinking of earning some money to pay for Rongbao's education, so that he could have a good future and a stable job.

"Your wife's been whispering in your ear again, hasn't she?"

Wang Cong's thoughts were written all over his face.

Hearing this, she stammered, "Mei Fang isn't a bad person."

"Hmph. Not a bad person at heart, just likes to help outsiders." Zhang Yujuan snorted coldly with disgust.

"Ah Cong. It wasn't easy for your mother to raise you."

Every time his mother tearfully recounted her hardships, Wang Cong felt flustered.

He carefully wiped away his mother's tears.

He held her in his arms.

"Mom, I'll listen to you."

"I knew my Ah Cong had always been obedient."

Zhang Yujuan sniffed.

"Alright. Go to your uncle's house. I heard he went out of town and is coming back. He promised to bring me something."

Zhang Yujuan's brother is her stepfather's son.

He was very kind to her.

She's been so good to him that even after all these years of marriage, he's always been there for her every need.

Her sister-in-law made a fuss about it and was beaten up several times by her brother, so she never dared to make a fuss again.

"Okay. I'll go back and ride my bike."

"Don't ride your bike. If your aunt sees it, she'll think we're living a good life and will go out in her work clothes." Zhang Yujuan reached out and ruffled her son's hair.

Satisfied, I looked at it from left to right.

"that's all."

Wang Cong gave an embarrassed, silly laugh.

He took a step and walked towards the path not far away.

Zhang Yujuan sat on a rock, looking out at the seaside not far away, where several small fishing boats bobbed up and down on the shimmering surface of the sea.

"Yujuan".

Someone saw her shout, "Zhang Yujuan is sitting on the rock thinking about the sea!"

Zhang Yujuan turned around.

The expression on his face froze.

Song Xianglan came running over aggressively.

Several people followed behind.

She took off running.

Song Xianglan chased after her.

Zhang Yujuan couldn't outrun Song Xianglan at all; her leather shoes fell off and were picked up by someone. She ran to the beach, where it was low tide.

The seawater lapped against the mangroves on the shore, receding little by little.

"Song, you pig butcher! What are you doing?"

Why are you running?

"Why do you care why I'm running?" Zhang Yujuan glanced at the rocks behind her; if she ran any further, she would fall into the sea.

Song Xianglan, holding a stick, stared at her with a leisurely air.

"Back off! Back into the sea!"

"Song Xianglan, what are you trying to do?" Zhang Yujuan wiped away her tears in front of everyone.

Song Xianglan wouldn't know this trick.

She cut her finger with a knife, and the bleeding wouldn't stop. So she chewed some Panax notoginseng and applied it to her finger, then went to a barefoot doctor for some medicine.

"What wrong thing have you done?"

Zhang Yujuan had done many wrong things, and she always felt that others owed her.

Then you'll feel at peace with yourself.

No. I never do anything wrong. There are only others who owe me, not me who owes others.

Song Xianglan, that's a bad thing about you. You should be upright and honest, and not constantly talk about things that are against your conscience.

"Pooh."

Song Xianglan rolled up her sleeves and discovered that Zhang Yujuan was incredibly shameless.

"You haven't done anything wrong?"

"No. I'm a kind person, and even your Tingting's marriage is for the purpose of accumulating good deeds."

Suddenly, tears welled up in Zhang Yujuan's eyes, and she couldn't hold back her emotions any longer. "Go ask around the whole village," she said, "how many sons-in-law are as wealthy as the Huang family?"

Yang Dashan stumbled and ran over.

"Yujuan, I know you mean well."

The two worked together seamlessly.

Everyone: "..."

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes, blatantly lying in front of everyone.

She didn't want to betray her own eyes for even a moment, watching the two old bark men exchanging glances.

Zhang Yujuan came here because many men, young and old, from the village.

He walked forward boldly; the man, nearly fifty, had a delicate neck and was dressed very elegantly.

Compared to the fierce Song Xianglan.

It's like the old white rabbit.

Yang Dashan suddenly felt hot all over.

Seeing that Old Lin and the others' gazes followed Zhang Yujuan, she endured the excruciating pain of her broken body and blocked their view.

"Old Song. Yu Juan meant well. Why is Baldy bald? It's because he's been using his brain too much and has sold it all for money."

Yang Dashan asked and answered his own question.

The bald man was stunned for a few seconds.

"As long as Tingting is willing, in addition to the 388 yuan bride price, I will also give her three watches and one radio. No dowry is required."

Song Tingting was extremely disgusted.

Forget about it.

Bald Yellow Hair: "..."

Why is there such great hostility towards him?

As Zhang Yujuan passed by Song Xianglan, she suddenly quickened her pace.

Song Xianglan grabbed her with her rough hands, gradually loosening her grip.

Zhang Yujuan's face turned deathly pale.

"Let me go."

Yang Dashan licked his lips and frowned. "Xianglan, let's talk things over. Don't embarrass the Yang family."

"Does your Yang family have any shame?"

Song Xianglan was full of fighting spirit.

He slapped Zhang Yujuan across the face.

All the men, young and old, were startled.

Old Lin looked like he was slapping himself in the face due to constipation, which earned him a fierce glare from Liu Chounu.

Old Lin: "What are you glaring at me for?"

"Hmph. Shameless, disgusting man."

Old Lin: "..."

When Yang Dashan saw Song Xianglan hit Zhang Yujuan, it felt like a slap to his heart.

"Song the pig-slaughterer, don't go too far."

Shen Huijun's dark eyes darted around, and she immediately cooperated.

"Mom, this pig-faced uncle is trying to goad you."

As soon as she spoke, the others glanced at her.

This mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have such a good relationship.

Song Xianglan slapped him again, her shoulders slumping slightly afterward.

He was also a bit weak.

"My arm injury hasn't healed yet. If Yang Dashan hadn't goaded me, I really wouldn't have been able to continue. Huijun, you must remember to fight back even if it means sacrificing your dignity."

"Mom, I understand."

Everyone: "..."

Yang Dashan: "..."

When was Zhang Yujuan ever beaten like this?

She covered her mouth and struggled, "Waaah... Song the butcher, you bastard."

Shen Huijun stepped forward and slapped him twice.

"You dare insult my mother? I'll beat you to death, you old slut."

Song Tingting also rushed over.

He attacked Zhang Yujuan from both sides.

Yang Dashan was momentarily confused as to why they were targeting Zhang Yujuan.

He couldn't beat Song Xianglan, so he naturally dared to target Song Tingting and Shen Huijun.

"You two, stop!"

Song Xianglan kicked Yang Dashan, "Do you know how hard it was for my Xiangdong to find a wife? Why are you being so fierce?"