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

Yang Liu suddenly turned around and slapped her mother's hand away.

"Don't touch it."

Yang Liu's mother recoiled from the slap, her eyes widening in shock, her mouth agape as she prepared to erupt in anger.

Yang Liu didn't even look at her.

She turned her head and stared intently at Song Qiang.

Song Qiang's arm was still wet with dishwater, and the handprint on his face was red and purple.

Yang Liu wiped the snot and tears from her face, stuffed the paper package into her bosom, and took two steps forward.

"Fine, let's get a divorce."

She gritted her teeth and spat out each word one by one.

"I still have 30,000 yuan in my savings account. That was divided equally among the children. You can keep this money for yourself." Song Qiang continued to distribute all the money. "The house belongs to you, but you can only have the right to live there. The house must go to our daughter later."

As soon as these words came out...

Yang Liu's mother's hand froze in mid-air.

Yang Gensheng's eyelid twitched.

Thirty thousand yuan.

Yang Liu: "That's for the five maids. I agree. But the money you gave me is too little."

Song Qiang: "But I hope my daughter will stay with me."

Yang Liu's body swayed slightly.

She turned her head to look at her five daughters behind her.

Five girls stood in a row.

Yifeng was sixteen years old, taller than Yangliu. She didn't do well in school and wanted to drop out. But Song Qiang forced her to continue, saying he would spend some money to send her to school later.

She stood at the very front, her face tense, her hands clenched into fists.

Erfeng, fourteen years old, lowered her head and bit her fingernails.

Sanfeng, ten years old, stood next to Erfeng, her eyes red, constantly looking left and right.

Sifeng, who is only five years old, is holding Xiaowu's hand.

He was still a child himself, but he was protecting his younger sister with a serious expression.

Xiao Wu was not even three years old and was being led by his older sister.

She doesn't understand anything.

I saw my mother crying, and my sister was crying too.

She opened her mouth and howled at the top of her lungs.

Yang Gensheng leaned close to Yang Liu's ear and discussed:

"The fourth and fifth sons are too young; we'll need to find someone to take care of them if we take them back. The eldest is old enough to work, and the second and third can work in the fields. Just take the first three; let Song Qiang raise the younger ones. He'll definitely be begging you to come back then."

A phoenix with pointed ears.

She felt as if she had been stabbed in the chest, and her eyes instantly turned red.

She clung tightly to Yang Liu's waist.

"Mom, I don't want to be separated from my sister. Please bring her over. Thirty thousand yuan is enough for us sisters to live and study. I can just spend less."

Yang Gensheng... the 30,000 yuan doesn't belong to you sisters.

Yang Liu touched Yi Feng's head, and the veins on her forehead throbbed.

"How much child support should be paid?"

Song Qiang wiped his hands on his pants and spread them out.

"I left with nothing, where would I get the money for child support? That 30,000 yuan is all with you. Even if the child stayed with me, the 30,000 yuan would still be kept by you. 6,000 yuan per child is enough to raise them to adulthood."

Yang Liu's eyes were wide open, as if they were about to burst.

"You mean I can't touch a single penny of that 30,000 yuan? And you're not going to pay any additional child support?"

"Give me the child, and keep the 30,000 yuan. Use the 30,000 yuan as child support while the child is with you."

The noise outside the courtyard wall started first.

The villagers perched on the wall immediately started discussing it.

"Thirty thousand yuan."

"My God, Song Qiang is truly a millionaire."

"I've never seen so much money in my life. Yang Liu is going to make a fortune just from getting a divorce."

"I reckon there are still a few thousand yuan in my bag."

Whispers drifted into the courtyard.

The way the Yang family members were breathing all changed.

Yang Gensheng's eyes lit up immediately.

I've already started making plans in my head.

With 30,000 yuan in hand, I'll first buy a few of the most fashionable outfits.

I order two bowls of peanut soup every day, drink one and throw the other away.

I'm just that rich.

Brother Yang straightened his back and put his hands behind his back.

From then on, whenever the villagers saw him, they would swarm around him, and the line of people trying to flatter him stretched all the way to the village entrance.

Yang Liu didn't notice their expressions.

She stared intently at Song Qiang, the veins in her neck bulging.

"The 30,000 is for the child, it has nothing to do with me. You also own 10% of the security company in Yangcheng. That belongs to me too."

She raised her voice, making it shrill and piercing.

"For that share, you still need to give me another 200,000."

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

Even the onlookers outside the courtyard wall fell silent.

Song Qiang was stunned for a second, then laughed in anger.

He put his hands on his hips and curled the corners of his mouth upwards.

"Two hundred thousand? You wouldn't even get two hundred thousand if you sold me."

"If you don't have it, ask your aunt or your cousins. Even someone as high-ranking as Song Xiangdong can easily get some money from him."

Yang Liu raised her hand confidently, pointing her finger directly at Song Xianglan beside the stone table.

The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze.

Chunxia's peanuts rolled to the ground, her eyes widening like saucers. "I suggest you apply for intangible cultural heritage status. Shameless skills are almost lost. Your conscience has run away with your hair."

Even someone as wicked as me wouldn't dare ask someone for money. When humanity evolved, did your ancestors hide in the arms of dung beetles?

Chunxia finished speaking.

When it was Song Xianglan's turn, she slapped Yang Liu on the head.

"You have a tumor on your head, two toilets growing under your eyebrows, and your mouth is connected to your large intestine, so you spew feces whenever you open your mouth, right?"

Yang Liu opened her mouth slightly.

Song Xianglan spoke very quickly, her words coming out in rapid bursts.

"When I see you Yangs, I wish I could stuff you all into the crematorium and burn you to ashes. You're a waste of air when you're alive, but at least you can pollute the land of our enemy when you're dead."

You guys are cerebellar deficient, your brains are overused, all focused on scheming to steal my money.

"That thing can't understand human language, it's like a mangy dog ​​clinging to me." And they even dared to let Song Xiangdong embezzle public funds for her? Do they really think they're fools?

Yang Liu was stunned by the scolding and stood there, her mind still reeling.

Song Xianglan had already turned her head away.

Her eyes swept over the group of people from the Yang family.

Yang Gensheng, Brother Yang, Yang Liu's mother, and the other Yang family brothers and relatives who came to support them were all taken away.

"If you're so good at scheming, why don't you become an accountant? You've had too many injections to prevent miscarriage, and now you've all the leftover parts of your family are being used."

"A beautiful appearance doesn't necessarily mean a kind heart. You guys are so ugly, you must have black hearts."

Yang Gensheng almost dropped the carrying pole in his hand.

Yang Liu's mother jumped three feet high, hands on her hips, determined to win back the situation.

"How dare you swear at your age? Your nephew made a mistake, and now we can't even make demands?"

Song Xianglan: "If you open an animal encyclopedia, yours will be number one. Are those two holes under your eyebrows decorations? If you're going to make demands, come to me instead of Song Qiang."

She spat, and the spittle flew far away.

"I'm not cursing people, I'm cursing animals. A molting old pheasant sticking a feather in its head really thinks it can fly up to a phoenix."

Yang Liu's mother got sprayed with spittle in her face.

Song Xianglan, however, was the one who retreated while the other party quickly took a step forward, spitting as she uttered insults one after another.

Song Xianglan was still not satisfied after scolding him.

She rushed to the back of the door and grabbed a feather duster.

The duster drew an arc in the air.

"Smack."

It landed squarely on Song Qiang's shoulder.

Song Qiang swayed to the side.

"You blind and mindless piece of trash, don't ever get married."

Song Qiang stood still after taking the blow.

His lips were pressed tightly together, and he dared not utter a single word.

Song Xianglan swung her hand back.

"Smack."

The duster struck Song Qiang's arm.

Turning to scold Yang Liu:

"You asking Song Qiang for ten million has nothing to do with me. But daring to ask me for two hundred thousand, you're just showing off your thick skin."

Yang Liu screamed.

She hugged her arms and hid behind her.

Holding a feather duster, Song Xianglan's chest heaved as she turned and fired at her older brother and sister-in-law on the steps.

"You didn't even open your eyes to see clearly when you got married. What's so good about this bloodsucking leech family?"

Marrying a wife only brings a swarm of parasites, all unambitious, bloodsucking good-for-nothings.

"You shouldn't have let Song Qiang get married. He's so young, all he thinks about is having a son. The daughter is his own, but who knows if any woman he meets outside will have a son who's his?"

Song Qiang: ... "Third Aunt. Lily is still a young woman with me."

Brother Song buried his head in the smoke.

They didn't even dare to cough.

Sister-in-law Song lowered her head, twisting her apron in her hands, her face as red-hot as iron.

Song Xianglan cursed for five or six minutes straight.

He started cursing Song Qiang, then the Yang family ancestors, then Brother Song, and finally even cursed the trees and air of Songjiazhuang.

He then scolded Yang Gensheng and his brothers again, warning Yang Liu that she should take the money as she pleased.

Don't trust your own mother, brother, or younger brother; they're all no good.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

He tossed the feather duster to the doorway, patted the dust off his hands, and walked back to the stone table to sit down.

He picked up his teacup and took a big gulp.

The villagers, who were huddled together outside the courtyard wall, could hear everything clearly.

Several newly married women huddled together at the base of the wall.

He muttered to himself, repeatedly repeating what Song Xianglan had just said.

"A plucked pheasant with a feather stuck in its head..."

"Human scraps..."

"I've got it, I've got it. I can use it when we argue back home."

In the courtyard.

Yang Liu stood there, half of her hair loose and plastered to her face.

Song Qiang walked down the steps and stood in front of Yang Liu.

"If you're not willing, then we won't get a divorce."

"But if you try to use this to blackmail my parents later, you won't get a single penny. We'll just keep at this point. I won't get a divorce or go home. When you want a divorce, you can't even beg me to let you."

Yang Liu's lips turned white.

The Yang family's plans collapsed in an instant.

Yang Gensheng became anxious.

He grabbed Yang Liu's sleeve, and no matter how low he spoke, everyone around him could hear him clearly.

"Sister, we have to get a divorce. If they don't pay child support, then we don't pay. We'll just take Yifeng, Erfeng, and Sanfeng with us."

Yifeng doesn't need to go to school; she can earn money after graduation.

Erfeng can lend a hand, and Sanfeng does chores after school. The remaining two burdens belong to Old Song's family.

Yi-Feng heard that "Yi-Feng doesn't need to go to school, she can come down and earn money."

His body jerked violently.

Yang Liu's mother nodded repeatedly, taking Yang Liu's other arm, "Mom knows you are a kind and righteous child. For the good of the Song family, the fourth and fifth sons will stay at home to keep the old couple company."