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

Song Fei's wife scoffed:

"How can it not concern me? My in-laws only raise a few chickens all year round."

We, their children, all have a share of the chickens and ducks they raise.

Song Rong got a share, Song Fei got a share, her two married aunts got a share, and even the unmarried Yu Zhu got a share.

How much stuff have you taken from this yard in total?

How many baskets of eggs did you take? How many bags of peanuts? Count how many chickens and ducks you owe. Pay them back first.

The willows stood frozen in place.

Song Xianglan ate a date without making a sound.

"So I can't even catch my mother-in-law's chickens? Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?"

Song Fei's wife remained completely still.

Its two feet were nailed to the entrance of the chicken coop.

"You come back every few days to torment your in-laws. Every time you come, you start by crying, and then you take their money for their funerals and leave. Do you think we don't know?"

"Mom." Yang Liu turned to look at her sister-in-law.

"Calling me 'Mom' won't help." Song Fei's wife's voice didn't soften at all.

"You've eaten your in-laws' food and taken their money. Now the chickens and ducks you're trying to catch belong to us, your brothers and sisters."

Yang Gensheng couldn't stand squatting outside the threshold any longer.

He pointed his finger at Song Fei's wife, "How can you have such a venomous tongue? My sister has suffered so much in your Song family, and instead of speaking up for her, you're kicking her when she's down?"

Song Fei's wife didn't even turn her head.

"When people talk, dogs chime in."

Song Fei's wife curled her lip and said, "This is a matter between us sisters-in-law, it's none of your business."

"What, you don't have any chickens at home? It's your duty to stand up for your sister after she was wronged, but don't act like a big shot in our Song family's yard."

The veins on Yang Gensheng's neck throbbed.

He had just been rendered speechless by Song Xianglan at the village entrance, and now he was being verbally abused by a young woman.

He felt like his face was being trampled into the mud.

Yang Liu knew that today was completely hopeless.

"Let's go."

The courtyard gate was closed.

Song Fei's wife leaned against the chicken coop and let out a long sigh.

"Mom, I know you feel sorry for Yang Liu. But if you and Dad ruin your health, in the end we'll be the ones taking care of you."

Sister-in-law Song nodded.

Song Fei's wife gently helped her sister-in-law walk towards the kitchen.

She felt sorry for her in-laws, who had been drained of their health and their savings.

She was also afraid that something might happen to the elderly couple in the future.

Others made excuses to avoid it, but in the end, the blame fell on her.

She has a sharp tongue, but a kind heart.

Old Song peeked his head in through the back door and slyly scanned the yard.

"Gone?"

"I'm leaving," Song Xianglan said irritably.

Song Laosan chuckled twice.

"Third sister, is Beijing fun?"

"It was fun. I went to see Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City."

"Tiananmen Square!" Old Song slammed both hands on the table. "Isn't it big? Isn't it magnificent?"

"style."

"These are dates brought back from the capital. One portion for your family, one portion for your second brother's family, and one portion for your fourth brother's family. You can take these back and keep them for yourself."

Song Laosan grabbed a date, stuffed it into his mouth, and took a bite.

"sweet."

Song Xianglan divided the dates into several piles and put them in a basket.

"Third Brother, could you run an errand for me? Call the brigade headquarters later and ask Big Sister to come over for lunch at Big Brother's house."

"Okay," Song Laosan readily agreed.

Brother Song walked back from the backyard.

Hearing Song Laosan's voice, the expression on his face relaxed a little.

Song Fei's wife chuckled, "Third Aunt, I've come to kill the chicken. My brother brought over some beef soup this morning, so I'll make it later. Third Uncle, you and Third Aunt, come over too, and also call Second Uncle and Second Aunt, and Fourth Uncle and Fourth Aunt over."

She wiped the water off her hands.

He walked briskly towards the chicken coop.

Song Laosan stood up: "I'll go to the brigade headquarters to call my elder sister."

He grabbed the dates and darted out of the courtyard gate in a flash.

Song Xianglan took the remaining dates and went out the door.

First, let's go to my second brother's house.

My second brother's house is just two rows of houses away from my eldest brother's house; it's just around the corner.

The courtyard gate was half-open, and Sister-in-law Song was picking green beans in the yard.

His eyes lit up when he saw Song Xianglan push the door open and come in.

"Third Sister, you're back from the capital?"

"You're back. I brought you some dates from the capital." Song Xianglan placed the dates on the bamboo basket next to her second sister-in-law. "We're going to my eldest brother's house for lunch. Song Fei's wife is killing a chicken and cooking. You and your second brother can go together."

"Okay, okay."

Sister-in-law Song took the dates, picked up two and weighed them in her hand, "The dates from the capital are really different. I'll come over after I finish picking these green beans."

Song Xianglan did not stay long.

After leaving my second brother's house, I made a detour to Song Laosan's house.

Third Sister-in-law was washing clothes at the door when she saw Song Xianglan and waved with a smile.

"The third brother just ran back to get some dates and then ran to the brigade headquarters, saying he was going to call his eldest sister. Are we having lunch at his eldest brother's house?"

"Yes. Pack your things and go help."

"Alright."

Song Xianglan eventually went to Song Laosi's house.

There are two osmanthus trees planted in front of Song Laosi's house.

Song Xianglan pushed open the iron gate and went inside.

Old Song was sitting in a rocking chair in the yard reading a newspaper.

He was wearing a gray vest and black cloth shoes, and newspapers covered most of his face.

Hearing footsteps, I flipped the newspaper down.

"Third Sister."

Song Laosi jumped up from the rocking chair, shouting, "You're finally back! I was talking about you with my wife just the other day!"

"I brought you some dates."

"I'm going to my older brother's house for lunch."

"Okay." Old Song pulled over a chair for Song Xianglan to sit on, and then sat down himself.

"Song west is getting married at the end of the year."

Song Xianglan nodded: "So fast."

"We are all very happy with Xiaoju. We just haven't met her parents yet."

Song Xianglan said irritably:

"Logically, the engagement should be arranged by the groom's family visiting the bride's family to present betrothal gifts. They came to your house, so why haven't they gone to the bride's family before getting married?"

Old Song shrugged.

"That's right. That's what I was thinking too. I suggested going to her house to meet her parents and get to know them. Wan Xiaoju said her parents don't like meeting strangers and that they'd meet them at the wedding."

Did she mention where she's from?

"It's called Chaozhou Market."

"Chaoshi is so big. Which district or town is it?"

Old Song thought for a moment and shook his head: "I really don't know which area it is."

Song Xianglan fell silent.

Not right.

Something's not right about this.

They don't go through the proper engagement process.

The parents did not show up.

I can't say for sure where my home is.

The image of Wan Xiaoju's brother and her sister flashed through her mind; the three siblings had three completely different faces.

That older brother didn't do anything, I just thought he was always being indecent.

A face full of wrinkles can't hide the malice seeping from between the bones.

"Fourth brother, what did Song west himself say? What is his attitude towards Wan Xiaoju?"

Song Laosi grinned.

"Of course. Look how happy he is, he can't wait to marry her tomorrow. Xiaoju is a really likable girl, sweet-talking and hardworking. She helps us wash dishes and sweep the floor when she comes to our house. Your fourth sister-in-law likes her too."

Song Xianglan did not respond.

People who are overly enthusiastic are either genuinely enthusiastic or have ulterior motives.

"Third Sister, do you feel there's a problem?" Old Fourth Song asked tentatively, noticing her changed expression.

Song Xianglan stood up.

"I can't say for sure. We need to find out exactly where this girl comes from."

Song Laosi's smile vanished.

"Third sister, you mean...?"

"I didn't mean anything by it. I just think respectable families wouldn't do this when marrying off their daughters." Song Xianglan pushed her chair back. "They don't go to the bride's house for the engagement, and even the parents don't come. They don't even specify where their home is. Do you think that's normal?"

The expression on Song Laosi's face gradually darkened.

"Now that you mention it... I'm starting to have my doubts too."

"Song west is in high spirits right now, he won't listen to you. Find an opportunity to quietly find out about Wan Xiaoju's background. Do you know anyone in Chaoshi?"

Song Laosi thought for a moment:

"Song west knows a lot of people in Guangzhou. But isn't it inappropriate to let him investigate his own wife?"

"Don't let Song west know. Go and find out for yourself from the sidelines."

"Third sister, what you're saying is making me uneasy."

"Go to your older brother's house for dinner. I'll ask around later. Your son's brain is so bad, even a dog would spit on it if it smelled it—he's a hopelessly infatuated idiot."

Song Xianglan went out and walked on her way back to her elder brother's house.

From afar, one could hear the sound of Song Fei's wife killing a chicken in the yard; the chicken's clucking filled the entire yard.

White smoke was billowing from the chimney.

Sister-in-law Song had already arrived and was squatting in the yard helping to pick vegetables.

Old Song's wife walked in from the doorway carrying a bowl of tofu, calling out, "Coming, coming. I brought some tofu; let's make some pan-fried tofu."

As noon approached, the sun was high in the sky, making the stone slabs in the courtyard scorching hot.

The gate to Brother Song's courtyard was pushed open.

As soon as Song Xiangmei and Chunxia, ​​mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, entered the courtyard, they created a lively atmosphere.

"Third sister, you should hear about the good things Chunxia has done."

Song Lao Si's wife, who was shelling peanuts in the yard, looked up. Song San Sao's winnowing basket stopped in mid-air. The eldest sister-in-law, sitting on a chair, leaned forward and stared intently at Song Xiangmei.

Song Fei's wife peeked halfway out from the kitchen doorway.

He was still clutching a bunch of scallions in his hand.

"What did you do?" Old Song's wife dropped the peanut shells and pulled her chair forward.

Song Xiangmei plopped down. "She went to the city and made a huge scene at my second sister's house. Now Tang Xiaojun and Qian Hong are divorced."

Qian Hong was beaten by her neighbors and dared not even return home. Tang Xiaojun didn't want a son, only his two daughters.

The courtyard erupted in chaos.

Song Fei's wife came out clutching a scallion.

Third Sister-in-law put the winnowing basket on the ground, moved her stool, and squeezed in front of her.

The elder sister-in-law leaned forward a few inches.

His mouth was slightly open.

Song Laosi's wife gave a thumbs up, "Xiaoquan Brigade produces talented people. Chunxia, ​​your methods are impressive."

Chunxia sat down next to Song Xianglan in a very natural and generous manner.

"It's too far from the city, it's inconvenient to go there." Chunxia said casually, "If it were closer, I could go there a few more times and make my second aunt divorce her. Tang Xiaohu and his wife have separated from my second aunt now."