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

"The work points you and your dad earn combined are less than those of other fifteen or sixteen-year-old kids. The family relies entirely on me and Xiangdong to make ends meet."

Yang Jianjun was stunned.

What does this have to do with his wife going back to her parents' home?

Song Xianglan grabbed his ear and led him to the kitchen.

"Mom, let go. It hurts, it hurts..."

The kitchen was dimly lit.

Song Xianglan walked to the large earthenware jar, about half a person's height, in the corner and lifted the wooden lid.

"See for yourself."

Only a thin layer of brown rice remained at the bottom of the jar.

Mixed with a few pebbles.

They look so pitiful.

He was completely stunned.

"Mom, you hid the rice? Go to the slaughterhouse and borrow a month's salary in advance."

Song Xianglan looked at him calmly.

"Your wife wants me to give my job to her brother. How can I get an advance on my salary?"

"Then... what should we do?"

"What should we do?"

Song Xianglan repeated it. She seemed to have heard something amusing.

"Go to the Chen family. Maybe they'll see how sincere you are and lend you a few pounds of rice."

The sarcasm in those words made Yang Jianjun's face flush red and then pale.

"Mom, how could you say that! I'm your son!"

"You still know you're my son?"

Song Xianglan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura.

"For the sake of a woman, you forced your own mother to apologize to your daughter-in-law. Yang Jianjun, you've really gone too far!"

Song Xianglan felt nauseous when she heard the words "I am your son." Yang Jianjun was clearly the bastard child of that old man and Zhang Yujuan.

The root of the problem is bad.

"I..." Yang Jianjun was so choked up that he couldn't say a word.

He just wanted his mother to back down.

In a family, someone always has to back down.

Suddenly, a cacophony of shouts and curses erupted outside the courtyard gate.

"Song Xianglan! You heartless old hag, get out here!"

The sound was sharp and piercing.

Yang Jianjun was startled; it was his mother-in-law Zhang Cuihua's voice!

Chen Xiuqin's mother, Zhang Cuihua, rushed in first, followed by Chen Xiuqin's second brother, Chen Dajun, and lastly came Chen Xiuqin, wiping away tears and looking aggrieved.

They came with a menacing air, clearly not with good intentions.

Zhang Cuihua was a large, burly woman. As soon as she entered the courtyard, she put her hands on her hips and began to curse, spitting as she spoke:

"You, Song Xianglan! Our Xiuqin married into your family to enjoy a life of luxury, not to be your slave and get beaten up!"

If you don't give me an explanation today, I'm not done with you!

Yang Jianjun's legs went weak, and he quickly went to meet him.

"Mom, Brother Dajun, what brings you here? Let's talk this out..."

Chen Dajun shoved him away, revealing a face full of fat.

"Yang Jianjun, your wife was being beaten by your mother, and you just stood by and watched?"

"Asking your mother to give the job to my brother is a favor to the Yang family! You ungrateful wretch!"

Chen Xiuqin, hiding behind, added tearfully:

"Jianjun, your mother...she hit me..."

When Yang Jianjun heard that his wife was crying, he felt extremely distressed.

He immediately turned his gun on Song Xianglan.

"Mom! Look what you've done! I told you to apologize, and now look what's happened—they've come knocking on our door!"

He was sweating profusely with anxiety, and kept giving Song Xianglan meaningful glances, urging her to soften her stance quickly.

That's how it was in my past life.

Seeing that Song Xianglan remained silent, Zhang Cuihua assumed she was afraid and became even more arrogant.

"Our Xiuqin has suffered such a great injustice, you have to compensate her!"

"Yes! Pay up!"

Chen Dajun immediately chimed in, holding up five thick fingers, "This isn't over until I get fifty yuan! And the slaughterhouse job still needs to be given to my brother right away."

Fifty dollars!

A number of neighbors who had gathered outside the courtyard to watch the spectacle gasped in shock upon hearing the number.

These days, even a strong laborer can't save up ten yuan a year!

They're clearly here to rob us!

Yang Jianjun was also startled and stammered, "Mom... Brother Dajun, this... this is too much..."

"many?"

Zhang Cuihua's eyes widened.

"Yang Jianjun, let me tell you, you have to give me money and work today, or you divorce Xiuqin! The choice is yours!"

The moment the word "divorce" was uttered, Yang Jianjun completely panicked.

He knelt down before Song Xianglan with a thud.

"Mom! If you don't agree, my family will really fall apart! Xiuqin can't live without me, and I can't live without her!"

He clung to Song Xianglan's leg, crying his eyes out.

The neighbors pointed and gossiped.

"Jianjun is really outrageous. How could he kneel down to his own mother for his wife?"

"He's completely controlled by his wife."

"These Chen family members are really something, asking for an exorbitant amount..."

Song Xianglan looked down at her son, who had no dignity at her feet and was just like his father.

"Tingting"

Song Tingting trembled all over.

Song Xianglan looked into her daughter's eyes and said, "Go to the village committee and invite the brigade leader over."

Everyone was stunned.

Why did you invite the captain here?

"Tell Captain Wang."

Song Xianglan spoke clearly, word by word, enough for everyone inside and outside the courtyard to hear.

"Just like that, some people, taking advantage of their numbers, break into your home to rob you and even try to drive someone to their death!"

These words shocked everyone present.

Zhang Cuihua was the first to react, jumping up and down and cursing:

"What nonsense are you spouting, you old hag! Who robbed us?! We're here to reason with you!"

Song Xianglan sneered:

"You're asking for fifty yuan right off the bat, and you want to take my job at the slaughterhouse. Do you even know how to slaughter pigs or what?"

What is this if not robbery? What is this if not driving someone to their death?

Her voice suddenly rose in pitch, becoming incredibly powerful.

"In all my life, I, Song Xianglan, have never seen such shameless reasoning."

Song Tingting was stunned by her words.

In the past, whenever the Chen family made a fuss, my mother would always give in.

just now……

She nodded heavily, then turned and ran out of the yard.

"You dare!" Chen Dajun reacted and reached out to grab him.

Song Xianglan picked up a bamboo broom and stepped forward, like a mother lion protecting her cubs, blocking his way.

"If my daughter loses even a single hair, I'll fight you to the death!"

Song Xianglan slaughtered pigs year-round. Although she was small and thin, she was quite strong and had a formidable presence.

This made Chen Dajun, a burly man, hesitate to step forward for a moment.

"Dajun, kill her!"

Song Xianglan was a pig butcher. She first hit Chen Dajun with a broom, and then chased after Zhang Cuihua.

Chen Dajun was so shocked by her attack that he jumped up and down.

Yang Jianjun slapped his thigh. "Mom, stop embarrassing yourself, okay?"

Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps came from the main road at the entrance of the village.

Captain Wang arrived in haste with two militiamen.

"What kind of behavior is this, making such a racket!" The captain's authoritative voice rang out even before he arrived.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Yang Jianjun scurrying around like a headless fly, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"Jianjun! What are you doing?"

Zhang Cuihua immediately accused the villain first, crying and wailing as she rushed forward:

"Captain Wang! You must stand up for us!"

This Song Xianglan is going too far! She sent my daughter back to her parents' home, and when we came to seek justice, she even accused us of robbery!

"Look what she did to us, mother and children!"

While they were talking, they asked Captain Wang to examine the injuries.

Captain Wang was at his wits' end and looked at Song Xianglan, the only calm person in the crowd.

"Sister-in-law Xianglan, what exactly happened?"

Song Xianglan did not rush to defend herself. She waited until everyone's eyes were focused on her before she slowly and clearly spoke.

"Captain Wang, you've come at the perfect time."

She took a deep breath, scanned the greedy faces of the Chen family, and finally fixed her gaze on Yang Jianjun's face.

"I can't live like this anymore."

"I want to separate from the family!"