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

The buying frenzy in the courtyard continued until after noon.

Wu Tianming led two colleagues and squeezed into the courtyard.

Zhao Shuanghua also led several young cadres from the factory through the gate.

The two met face to face in the middle of the courtyard.

Their eyes met.

They smiled knowingly and each led their people to select goods.

Xiao Luo arrived at the train station on his bicycle, followed by several relatives and friends.

His colleagues didn't believe in Song Xianglan's goods; they were just saying it casually at the time.

Xiao Luo tasted success, and those who urgently needed to buy home appliances received their orders, even incurring favors from others.

He also made money from Song Xianglan.

Xiao Luo wiped the sweat from his brow and helped Song Xianglan introduce a few home appliances.

"Aunt Song, give me three 17-inch Sharp color TVs. And two of these refrigerators too."

"And a washing machine too."

Song Xianglan deftly issued the invoice and collected the money, saying, "Good things don't wait for anyone; buying them is like making a profit."

Wu Tianming and his colleagues and friends, including Liu Shuanghua, bought home appliances and stayed to help.

He said he would be busy for a while before going home for dinner.

Director Zhang brought another colleague from the subdistrict office to buy a rice cooker.

It was noon.

Those who went shopping all went back.

Song Xianglan and Chen Zui didn't do any bookkeeping; they quickly put away the money, as they needed to deposit it in the bank that afternoon.

Liu Shuanghua and Wu Tianming have already ridden their bikes home.

She called to Chen Zui, "Let's go home for dinner. We'll go over the accounts this afternoon."

The two men pulled on the large iron padlock and locked the courtyard gate shut with a click.

Back to the courtyard house.

Hearing the noise, Aunt Wu came out of the house carrying a clay pot. "I smelled the aroma a while ago, but I was afraid the greedy monkeys in the yard would steal some, so I brought it inside to keep an eye on them. You're finally back."

Song Xianglan took the casserole and said, "Thank you for your hard work, elder sister."

"It's not hard work. I learned a dish from you today."

Song Xianglan went inside to wash the rice and put it in the pot.

He quickly sliced ​​ginger, poured in tea oil, and stir-fried the black-footed chicken in the wok.

Heat oil in a wok, then stir-fry a plate of spicy and sour Chinese cabbage and a plate of stir-fried purple eggplant.

Take the pig's stomach and eggs out, cut them into thick slices, and put them back into the casserole to heat.

The food is served.

Song Xianglan served a bowl of pork tripe and egg soup to Aunt Wu's family.

Chen filled two large bowls with rice and devoured them.

Three dishes and one soup.

The two of them ate until they were covered in sweat.

There was still half a bowl of the spleen-nourishing powder, pork tripe, and egg soup left in the casserole, and half a black-boned chicken was also left.

Song Xianglan had a good appetite and ate two large bowls of spleen-nourishing powder and pork tripe and egg soup.

Chen Zui put down his chopsticks instead.

Song Xianglan picked up a piece of chicken and stuffed it into her mouth, looking at Chen Zui with disdain, "You're just a half-grown boy, and you eat as little as a cat. No wonder people call you Black Monkey."

Chen Zui patted his belly and let out a burp.

"I got sunburned and my skin peeled after running around with Song Yang for more than half a month. Once I go back and stay indoors for a while, my skin will be white again, and no one will dare to call me Black Monkey."

"Your skin is probably beyond repair." Song Xianglan took a sip of soup.

Chen Zui: ...

I'm so heartbroken.

……

At the same time, Beijing University.

Song Tingting carried two thick textbooks and walked towards the classroom with her head down.

She's been holding back her anger these past few days.

There was a girl in the class named Yang Yaxiu, a local from Beijing, whose family was well-off.

Since the start of the school year, Yang Yaxiu has disliked Song Tingting. She either mocks Song Tingting's soft, southern-accented Mandarin in a sarcastic way or criticizes her for wearing jeans and sneakers every day.

Song Tingting had just reached the classroom door.

Yang Yaxiu stretched one leg out horizontally and stepped directly onto the door frame.

They blocked the way.

"Song Tingting, what does your name mean?"

Yang Yaxiu crossed her arms and looked Song Tingting up and down.

"I heard that in your rural area, people name their daughters Tingting and Lanlan in hopes of having a son, so that if they miscarry, their daughters will marry a boy. Your parents are really old-fashioned."

Song Tingting stopped walking, but didn't respond.

He spoke with a cold face:

"Get out of the way."

"Oh dear, she's got quite a temper."

Yang Yaxiu sneered and put her foot down.

She stood blocking the doorway, refusing to budge. "Who's she trying to impress with that pitiful look on her face? How many people has she seduced with this trick? If she wants to stay in Beijing and marry a well-off classmate, she should take a good look at herself in the mirror and see if she's even worthy."

Standing behind Yang Yaxiu were several girls, including Hu Xin and Qian Suying.

They usually like to stick together.

Taking advantage of their numbers, they acted arrogantly and domineeringly in the department.

Hu Xin raised her voice in support:

"Song Tingting knows how to use her advantages. Look at how she walks, her chest is held high, as if she's afraid others won't know she has some meat on her bones."

Qian Suying covered her mouth and laughed:

"Don't talk nonsense, she's a good student. Don't offend her, or she'll go to the professor and cry her eyes out. We're not as good at playing the victim as she is."

Students walking in the corridor stopped in their tracks.

Look this way.

Song Tingting clenched the book in her hand. "Yang Yaxiu, I haven't offended you, have I?"

Yang Yaxiu raised her right leg slightly, her toes tapping the door frame.

He curled his lip to his ear, "You fucking messed with me. You shameless slut, don't you know who you're trying to seduce?"

"Who are you insulting?" Song Tingting's gaze darkened.

"I'll curse you, you filthy bitch!" Yang Yaxiu's voice rose. "You whore who willingly threw yourself at Zhou Yuheng. If you're itching for a cure, do you want me to find someone to treat you?"

Several girls around burst into laughter.

Hu Xin said with a sneer, "I've heard that people like Song Tingting, who come from the countryside, are quite good at seducing men."

"Rural educational resources are scarce, so they rely on their bodies to obtain them."

You Weiguo, a male classmate standing not far away in the corridor, couldn't stand it anymore.

Stepping forward, he said, "Yang Yaxiu, we're all classmates, so don't go too far with your words."

Yang Yaxiu rolled her eyes and pointed at Song Tingting, laughing even louder.

"Look, You Weiguo is feeling sorry for you and is eager to help you get revenge. Why don't you ask him to help you relieve the itch after get off work?"

The voice just fell.

Song Tingting slammed the book in her hand onto the ground.

She suddenly bent down, grabbed Yang Yaxiu's leg that was draped over the door frame with both hands, and pulled it upwards forcefully.

"ah."

Yang Yaxiu let out a scream and lost her balance.

Before Yang Yaxiu could react, Song Tingting raised her knee and struck Yang Yaxiu hard in her most painful spot.

Yang Yaxiu was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face, and she collapsed to the ground.

Hu Xin, who was standing nearby, saw this.

He yelled and rushed forward to grab Song Tingting's face.

Song Tingting dodged to the side and kicked Hu Xin in the stomach.

Hu Xin groaned and slammed into the wall behind her.

Song Tingting dusted off her hands and looked down at Yang Yaxiu on the ground.

"Your parents paid money for you to study, not so you could spew filth and use vulgar language all day long."

"You know where it itches? Are you so knowledgeable about this to get rich, or to carry on your parents' family line?"

"You're always thinking about having a mixed-race child, why don't you get all the men and women in Beijing to chip in and give your child a face?"

No matter how much perfume you spray on your face, it can't cover up the stench of scum you reek of.

"You bunch of greenbottle flies, after eating too much shit, go squat in the latrine and breed. All you do is buzz around and spray filth all day long."

Song Tingting's scolding was scathing and to the point.

She had watched Song Xianglan fight and argue with the shrewish women in the village since she was a child, and had long since learned the essence of it.

Don't make a move yet; let the other party talk trash first.

To occupy the moral high ground and then retaliate.

The corridor was completely silent.

Yang Yaxiu was stunned by the scolding, gasped in pain, and screamed at the top of her lungs: "Song Tingting, you bitch, how dare you hit me!"

"You're always calling me a scoundrel. You're the one who used the straw boats to borrow arrows, aren't you?"

Song Tingting bent down and raised her hand.

"Smack."

A resounding slap landed heavily on Yang Yaxiu's face.

Several finger marks appeared on half of Yang Yaxiu's face instantly.

"Beat her up!" Yang Yaxiu shouted at Hu Xin and his accomplices, covering her face.

Once Hu Xin recovered, she gritted her teeth and lunged at Song Tingting.

Song Tingting neither dodged nor flinched, but grabbed Hu Xin's hair and pulled it down hard.

Hu Xin felt a sharp pain in her scalp, and her body involuntarily bent downwards.

Qian Suying, on the other side, raised her fist and punched.

Song Tingting pulled Hu Xin's head forward to block her view.

"Bang!"

Qian Suying's fist slammed solidly into Hu Xin's nose.

Hu Xin screamed in agony as blood gushed from her nose.

Taking advantage of Qian Suying's momentary daze, Song Tingting pushed off with both legs.

He jumped up and delivered a straight punch that slammed into Qian Suying's eye socket.

Qian Suying covered her eyes and backed away, finally collapsing to the ground.

At this moment, the tall Qiao Siyi came around from behind and hugged her two big arms tightly.

"I've caught her! Hurry up and kill her!" Qiao Siyi shouted at the top of her lungs.

With her arms bound, Song Tingting let out a cold snort.

His head snapped back.

The back of his head slammed into Qiao Siyi's nose.

There was a crisp "snap" sound.

Qiao Siyi screamed and let go, covering her nose and squatting down, blood dripping from between her fingers onto the ground.

After several rounds...

The four girls from Yang Yaxiu's gang were all lying on the ground, wailing incessantly.

The students in the hallway were all stunned.

No one expected that Song Tingting, who usually speaks softly and doesn't like to participate in sports, would be so ruthless and vicious when she fights.

He can fight four opponents at once and hold his own.

She doesn't have any set moves; it's all just random, chaotic punches.

You Weiguo swallowed hard, unable to speak for a long time.

Song Tingting straightened her slightly wrinkled collar and bent down to pick up the book from the ground.

She glanced down at the few people who were in a chaotic mess on the ground.

"The counselor is here!" someone shouted from the edge of the crowd.

At the end of the corridor, the counselor rushed over in his leather shoes, his face turning pale as he looked at the student rolling on the ground.

Song Tingting stood there calmly, holding her books.

Let's fight then.

Only real combat can reveal the truth.