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

Yang Dashan was exhausted, looking like a grandson.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he said, "I know it's busy farming season. Let me rest for a bit."

He turned and walked towards the banyan tree at the intersection.

Yang Dashan covered his face with a straw hat, crossed his legs, and hummed an off-key tune.

Everyone was bent over, sweat dripping from their chins into the muddy water.

The rustling sound of sickles cutting through rice stalks echoed throughout the room.

"Yang Dashan!"

A loud shout rang out.

Yang Dashan was startled, and his straw hat slipped off.

Yang Dahan's wife stood angrily in front of him.

"Are you going to do any work or not? The other groups have already finished. They've harvested the rice and now they need to plow, turn over, dry the soil, irrigate, and transplant the rice seedlings to get to the next season. You're the only one slacking off!"

Yang Dashan felt sore all over.

His old face flushed red and then turned pale, and he stubbornly shouted:

"I'm so tired, let me rest."

Yang Dahan's wife spat, "Haven't you had enough rest since you started work?"

The commune members working around them had been holding back their anger for a long time.

Hearing the commotion, they all straightened up and started complaining.

"A grown man earns fewer work points than a child."

"He doesn't do any work usually; he just waits for Song the butcher to come and do it for him."

"Recently, Song the butcher had a falling out with him and stopped working for him. That old bastard has finally shown his true colors."

The words of the crowd were like thorns, making Yang Dashan's face burn.

In the past, Song Xianglan, that shrew, was a very capable worker. She could earn work points by simply walking around the team with her hands behind her back twice.

Song Xianglan's left arm was slinged across her chest, the white bandage standing out conspicuously, and her face was somewhat pale.

Someone spotted her and immediately called out:

"Old Song, your man's been scolded, aren't you going to protect him?"

His tone was full of mockery.

Everyone in the village knows that Song Xianglan is fiercely protective of her own. If anyone dares to say a bad word about Yang Dashan, she'll chase them for three miles with a butcher's knife.

Upon hearing this, Yang Dashan's previously hunched back instantly straightened.

The savior has come.

He glanced at Yang Dahan's wife, then snorted arrogantly.

"You shrew, I'm not going to stoop to your level. Just wait until my Xianglan arrives, and you'll be in for a world of hurt."

Yang Dahan's wife's expression changed, and she tightened her grip on the sickle.

Who wouldn't be intimidated by Song Xianglan's madness?

Song Xianglan walked to the shade of the tree.

I didn't see Yang Dashan.

Instead, he smiled at everyone.

"Da Shan has many ulterior motives, and his ideological education is inadequate."

Nobody does any work.

What should we do with the crops in the field?

If we can't pay our grain tax, we'll all starve. All the other brigades are being praised, but we're being criticized.

Yang Dashan: "..."

Yang Dahan's wife: "..."

Song Xianglan turned around and looked at Yang Dashan, who looked completely bewildered.

The tone was so flat, as if the speaker were talking about someone else's business.

"Since everyone is here, I would appreciate it if you could help me give him a good talking-to."

"Just because you've read a few books doesn't mean you're cultured. You don't even know which way to hold a hoe handle?"

The villagers despise these self-important "cultured people".

What's so great about that stinking intellectual?

Yang Dahan's wife, who was initially somewhat wary, suddenly became furious upon hearing this.

"Alright, Yang Dashan, your wife has spoken, you absolutely have to get a lesson that touches your soul!"

She stuck the sickle into the ground, rolled up her sleeves, and rushed forward.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed under the banyan tree.

Yang Dashan's head was knocked to the side by the blow, his face stung with pain, and his ears were ringing.

He covered his face:

"Why...why did you hit me?"

"You don't work, and you blame me for hitting you?" Yang Dahan's wife slapped him again. "This slap is for everyone, for telling you to be lazy!"

Yang Dashan was completely stunned.

He usually prides himself on being a refined person, using words rather than fists, but when it comes to actually resorting to violence or cheating, it's always Song Xianglan who rushes to the front.

He only cares about being a respectable intellectual.

The two started pushing each other.

Yang Dashan was pushed and staggered, his foot slipping.

"Thump!"

He rolled into the ditch by the roadside.

The ditch was filled with water, mixed with mud and rotting grass.

Yang Dashan looked like a drowned rat, soaked to the bone, with a few strands of water plants hanging from his hair, and his face covered in black mud, looking utterly disheveled.

He scrambled ashore using both his hands and feet, but before he could even stand up, Yang Dahan's wife rushed over and pushed him again.

"Get down!"

"Thump!"

Yang Dashan fell into the water again, splashing up a cloud of mud.

Yang Dahan's wife also jumped down, sat on him, and pressed him firmly into the mud.

"Old Song has always been so good to you, you heartless bastard! You even wanted to sell Tingting?"

Your Tingting is so beautiful and smart, how could you do that to her?

Tingting is a sensible girl. She always smiles sweetly at everyone she meets, and she even takes care of her younger son who is bullied at school.

Such a good girl

What a beast of a father I have.

This is the worst luck imaginable!

"Xianglan! Save me! This shrew is going to kill me!" Yang Dashan screamed, his voice cracking.

Yang Dahan's wife paused, turned to look at Song Xianglan, still feeling a little uneasy.

After all, Song Xianglan's influence still lingers.

She awkwardly got off Yang Dashan and climbed onto the edge of the field.

Pointing to Yang Dashan in the ditch, he said:

"Song Xianglan, your husband Yang Dashan doesn't do any work unless you take his place. Otherwise, I won't let him off the hook."

"Old sister-in-law did the right thing. His lazy thinking is unacceptable. Even if the brigade leader came, I wouldn't protect him."

This unhealthy trend must be eradicated severely.

Yang Dashan lay prone by the ditch.

My heart sank.

He didn't understand what was wrong with Song Xianglan.

Where did Song Xianglan, who used to be so obedient to him and dared to defy the whole world for him, go?

"Song Xianglan! Are you crazy? Do you want to be a widow if you watch outsiders beat your man?" Yang Dashan wiped the mud off his face and roared angrily.

Song Xianglan nodded, her tone light and airy:

"Being a widow isn't so bad."

Yang Dashan: "..."

I felt a lump in my throat and almost passed out.

The surrounding members burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Yang Dashan, listen to this! Even your wife is disgusted with you!"

The commotion here is too great.

Captain Wang walked over with a dark expression and his hands behind his back.

Without even asking what happened, everyone chimed in with their own explanations.

"Yang Dashan!" Captain Wang shouted sternly, "As a commune member, you're shirking your duties and hindering collective production. You're undermining socialism!"

Yang Dashan huddled in the ditch, shivering.

"You're the only one who can harvest all the rice in this field today! You're not allowed to go home for dinner until you finish."

Captain Wang made the final decision.

The crowd watched Yang Dashan with schadenfreude.

Yang Dashan's backer is gone.

Before, relying on that shrew Song Xianglan, he could do whatever he wanted. Now that Song Xianglan has given up, anyone can come and trample on him.

……

As the sun sets in the west, a fiery cloud rises across the sky.

Smoke curls from the chimney of the Yang family's courtyard.

Song Xianglan sat at the table, watching Shen Huijun bring the last dish to the table.

Stir-fried water spinach, braised mixed fish, and a large bowl of clam and tofu soup.

Song Xianglan served herself, Shen Huijun, and Tingting a full bowl of white rice, and then gave Tingting a piece of the tenderest fish belly meat.

As for Yang Dashan and his group?

Chen Xiuqin naturally cooked sweet potato porridge for them.

We ate.

She stood up, grabbed a thick wooden stick from behind the door, and weighed it in her hand.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Shen Huijun was startled.

Song Xianglan sneered, her gaze sweeping over the courtyard wall. "Those people from the Yang family dared to help Yang Dashan do bad things, to injure Gan Zhiyuan, and to bring Tingting back. They will have to bear my wrath."

Song Xianglan slammed the stick on the ground. "Are you coming with me to the Yang family's relatives' houses to start a fight?"

"Mom, I'm going!"

Shen Huijun's eyes lit up and she immediately stood up.

"I'll go too!" Song Tingting also wanted to seek justice for herself.

Song Xianglan, along with her daughter and daughter-in-law, strode out the door with great pride and confidence.

Chen Xiuqin, who was washing dishes in the yard, almost dropped the bowl in her hand when she saw the thick wooden stick and her mother-in-law's menacing back.

It’s over.

This time, they're really going to cause a huge upheaval.

She hunched her shoulders, feeling as if the stick was about to strike her.