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

Song Xianglan pushed her bicycle forward a few steps and then she could see clearly.

A large crowd of people gathered under the big banyan tree at the village entrance, forming layers upon layers around it.

Yang Liu stood in the middle, her hair disheveled, wiping away snot and tears with both hands.

Song Xianglan slowed her pace.

Five or six people stood behind Yang Liu; judging from their clothes, they were relatives of the Yang family.

Two burly middle-aged men stood at the front, hands on their hips.

A younger man leaned against a tree with his arms crossed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a hostile look in his eyes.

Yang Liu's mother wailed intermittently, like she was performing in an opera.

Song Rong's wife, Lin Ping, stood on the edge of the crowd.

Both hands were tucked under the apron.

They were stirring up trouble with their words.

"Yang Liu, you've had a hard life too. Song Qiang made money outside, and once he got powerful, his heart changed. You stay home to take care of your five daughters while he's out having a good time. How can you expect anything from a man like that?"

An older woman from the village tugged at Yang Liu's arm.

"Yang Liu, don't cry. Did Song Qiang really not bring the child back? Weren't you staying in Guangzhou to look after him?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Liu cried even harder.

He slapped his own thigh and howled:

"I went to Guangzhou to have my baby with him, but he said he had already had his tubal ligation done. The house his other woman lives in is better than the house in Songjiazhuang. Song Qiang has a son who is busy making money, but I don't have a son yet."

A murmur arose among the crowd.

"Why don't you find a man and have a son?"

"If he doesn't have children, plenty of others can."

"Then Song Qiang will help you raise your son."

"You're such a bachelor. You've got a screw loose in my face."

……

Lin Ping's eyes darted around, and she leaned closer again.

She was overjoyed at the moment, pretending to stand up for Yang Liu, while her own little schemes were racing through her mind.

She hated Song Qiang the most for making money.

Song Qiang was the second son, yet he was the most successful.

Her husband, Song Rong, was the eldest son, so logically, all the good things in the family should go to them first.

But it was because she helped Yang Jianjun back then.

Without saying a word, the parents-in-law separated them from their home.

If it's going to be separated, then it's going to be separated.

After they separated, the Song family prospered, while the couple's life deteriorated.

Nothing good ever comes her way.

Watching Song Qiang build a new house, and watching Yang Liu wear gold and silver.

How could she not hate him?

Lin Ping pulled her hands out from under her apron and stood next to Yang Liu. "My in-laws say they don't know that Song Qiang was seeing other women, but they definitely do know."

I heard that Song Qiang brought his aunt and son back with him.

She came back carrying big bags and small packages, saying she was going to the ancestral hall to register her child's name in the family genealogy. How could her in-laws not know?

These words were spoken.

Yang Liu's crying stopped for a moment.

She turned to look at Lin Ping, her eyes red as a rabbit's.

Lin Ping felt secretly pleased and continued to add firewood:

"Think about it, how much of Song Qiang's money did his parents take? Wouldn't they help cover it up? Their son was having an affair and had a son with another woman; it's impossible for his parents not to have heard a thing."

"I'll tell you, you silly woman, a few months after the baby is born."

Yang Liu's mother slammed her cane into the ground.

"My daughter has been married into your Song family for over ten years, and she's given birth to five daughters. Even if she hasn't done anything particularly meritorious, she's certainly put in a lot of hard work. Is this how your Song family treats my daughter?"

Lin Ping sighed:

"Auntie, I also feel indignant on behalf of Yang Liu."

The men in the Yang family have voices as loud as thunder.

"The Song family is bullying us too much. Do they think the Yang family has no one left? Today, that old bastard from the Song family must give my sister an explanation."

Another one shouted:

"Call the old man out here and make him explain himself in front of everyone. Does he know why he's not doing anything?"

Some villagers came to watch the spectacle.

Some people sighed for the willow trees.

Some people felt something was wrong.

An elderly man, smoking a pipe, frowned and muttered:

"How old are Old Man Song and his wife? You're going to kill someone if you keep making a scene like this."

"Old Song lives in the village, how would he know what's going on in Guangzhou? Besides, why didn't you make a fuss a few months ago?"

No one ignored him.

The young man from the Yang family, who was smoking, flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground, stomped it out, and then crushed it with his toe.

"If we don't give you an explanation today, nobody's going to live like this."

Song Xianglan propped her bicycle against the wall by the roadside and didn't rush to walk forward.

She stood on the periphery of the crowd, listening to the sounds coming from inside.

Lin Ping was still talking.

This woman never stops talking once she starts.

"I think this matter is inextricably linked to Auntie San from the Koizumi Brigade."

Lin Ping's voice took a turn, her tone sinister, "She took Song Qiang and a few others out to make money, and then told them to go to places like Guangzhou."

Men are bound to go astray in that kind of glamorous world. Your aunt only tolerated Song Qiang's affairs because she disliked that you couldn't have a son.

Song Xianglan stopped in her tracks.

Lin Ping didn't see her, and she got more and more excited as she talked:

"Third Aunt is the most patriarchal and malicious person. She can't stand us nephews' wives and wants her nephews to marry women from outside the family."

She won over her nephew to make money for her. Just think about how much of the money Song Qiang and his brothers earned working went into their aunt's pocket!

Yang Liu heard this.

Tears welled up again.

Her feelings for Song Xianglan were actually quite complicated.

Song Qiang was able to earn money because Song Xianglan took him out, and she was grateful for that.

But Song Qiang changed his mind about her, and she resented him.

This resentment is inexplicable and cannot be explained.

If you can help your nephew earn money, why don't you tell him to control his lustful desires?

Today, I was instigated by Lin Ping.

They ended up all mixed up in a muddle.

Some villagers couldn't stand it anymore.

An older woman who lived across the hall from the Song family stood up and said:

"Song Xianglan isn't that kind of person. If she favored sons over daughters, would she have been able to support her own daughter through university?"

Another person chimed in:

"She had the ability to help her poor nephew from her maternal family, how can you turn around and accuse her? The Song brothers now live in big houses, all thanks to Song Xianglan's help back then."

An older woman chimed in:

"Song Qiang used to be so poor that his pants were patched, but now he has a new house. Whose credit is that? Don't you understand the importance of remembering where your blessings come from?"

"Yang Liu used to be like a beggar woman, but now she wears gold and silver and eats roasted meat every other day."

"Even Yang Liu's family has benefited from this and is now living a better life."

Lin Ping spat.

With a twist of her waist and a lift of her chin, that seductive, alluring vibe returned.

"That's just something you shallow people would believe. If she really had such good intentions, why didn't she send a few college students from her family?"

Her son is a high-ranking official, and her daughter and daughter-in-law are both college graduates. Look at our families, does anyone have a college graduate among us?

She pointed around.

"Really? Not a single one."

Someone opened their mouth to refute, but Lin Ping shut them down.

"If you really want what's best for you, it's like getting your relatives into university and becoming officials—it's just a matter of a word."

When other people's families hold official positions, not only their relatives but even their dogs get government rations. Song Xianglan's son is the vice mayor; have we benefited from that?

"We should at least get all of our nephews into official positions."

As soon as Lin Ping said this...

A few people around actually started whispering to each other.

That's just how the logic works in rural areas.

Your family has produced an official.

It's only natural that the whole clan and village should benefit from this.

If you don't bring the big guys.

That is forgetting one's roots.

Seeing the crowd's reaction, Lin Ping became even more energized.

The voice rose even higher.

"And that Shen Huijun is a city girl from Shanghai, what great conditions she has."

Do you think she wanted to marry him herself?

"She was tricked into marrying us by Song Xianglan's family. A young lady from the city, marrying into this poor mountain village. She was simply deceived."

Someone couldn't help but retort:

"Song Xiangdong is a first-class combat hero and the deputy mayor. Shen Huijun married the deputy mayor, so how is that considered a lie?"

Lin Ping rolled her eyes.

"What's the use? He was a soldier when he got married. Besides, Auntie's reputation is terrible. Everyone knows she killed Uncle back then..."

A hand reached out from behind, five fingers spread, and slapped Lin Ping across the face.

Snapped.

It was as crisp as setting off firecrackers.

Lin Ping's face instantly tilted to one side.

The words that were about to be spoken were abruptly cut off in his throat.

Before she could even react, someone had grabbed the hair at the back of her head.

Song Xianglan grabbed Lin Ping's hair with her left hand and slapped her across the face with her right.

Lin Ping screamed, "You..."

The third slap has arrived.

Song Xianglan slapped him again and again.

They fought quickly and ruthlessly.

Lin Ping grabbed wildly with both hands, scratching Song Xianglan's arm with her fingernails.

Song Xianglan grabbed his wrist and twisted it backward, forcing him to bend over.

Song Xianglan moved her left hand from her hair to the back of her collar.

He grabbed Lin Ping by the collar and pressed her down, while continuing to slap her with his right hand.

clap clap.

Each of the three slaps was louder than the last.

Lin Ping's face was swollen like a steamed bun.

Blood was flowing from the corner of its mouth, and it was screaming and crying, its voice sounding as miserable as a pig being slaughtered.

She struggled desperately.

He pushed off the ground with both feet and leaned back.

Song Xianglan stepped on her instep with one foot, pressed her knee against her waist, and pressed her neck with one hand, holding her firmly in place.