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

Song Xianglan asked Song Laosi, "Where is the household registration booklet?"

Old Song was taken aback. "It's locked in the cupboard at home."

"Your son's lost his mind. Hide the household registration book; even if he wants to get married, he won't be able to complete the formalities. When he's clear-headed one day, he'll naturally see through other people's tricks."

Song Qiang chimed in from the side:

Third Aunt's move is good; it cuts off his path first. Otherwise, one day that Wan Xiaoju will come pressuring him to marry her while heavily pregnant, and then it'll be too late for you to cry.

Song Laosi quickly called his wife home, saying he wanted to hide the household registration book.

Song west hadn't expected his elders to be so wary of him, and Wan Xiaoju didn't dare do anything either. He naturally knew that Wan Xiaoju was a young woman when they were together.

The courtyard was quiet for a while.

Sister-in-law Song brought out a plate of peanuts from the kitchen and sat down next to Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan glanced at her. "I have something to say."

Sister-in-law Song chuckled dryly.

"Third sister, I just wanted to ask... why aren't the boys in the family in a hurry to get married? They're all tall and strong, but they're all bachelors."

She gave up halfway through her sentence.

"It's not like we were poor before; now that we've spread the word, matchmakers are practically wearing down our doorstep."

Song Xianglan picked up the teacup and blew on it.

"They're only in their twenties, not thirty or forty. They could get married at thirty-four, or if all else fails, they could just find someone to live on a pension when they're sixty or seventy. No more chaos."

Song Ersao: ...Just thinking about it makes me want to ascend to heaven on the spot.

"Other people's kids are old enough to run errands..."

Song Xianglan raised her eyelids slightly. "Other people's sons are still toiling in the fields, wishing they could skin their parents alive. Do other families live as comfortably as you?"

Sister-in-law Song shut her mouth.

"When life gets a little better, I get restless and want to go back to the hard times when we ate nothing but bran and wild vegetables all year round and couldn't even afford a new piece of clothing for the New Year. So I called all my sons back, since the land had been distributed to individual households anyway."

"There's no heir to the throne in the family, and they're all acting like madmen. Their grandsons won't even take your surname; let the one with the surname Song worry about it."

Second Sister-in-law Song: "Third Sister, don't scare me."

She pushed the plate of peanuts toward Song Xianglan.

"Eat peanuts."

The men next to Song Erge exchanged glances, and none of them dared to say anything more.

The younger generation, including Song Yang and Song Bei, were all unusually quiet.

If their third aunt accidentally insults them too, they certainly don't want to go on blind dates at home during the Lunar New Year.

Song Ersao looked back and glanced at her own Song Yang and several nephews. They were not bad-looking, and their conditions were among the best in the village.

If you can't find someone outside, you might as well find someone you know well at home.

But Song Yang and the others refused to agree.

They say to let nature take its course.

Sister-in-law Song sighed inwardly.

Anyway, she has a grandson, and the grandson doesn't take her surname, so she won't go looking for trouble.

Relatives from Songjiazhuang came and went in waves.

Song Xianghe never appeared.

Sister-in-law Song casually mentioned, "Why haven't Second Sister and her husband come yet?"

Brother Song said in a low voice:

"She heard that Lanlan was at home, so she didn't come. She'll come over after Lanlan leaves. Life is hard, and seeing that her third sister is doing better than her makes her even more resentful. She can't beat her in a fight, and she can't win an argument with her."

Sister-in-law Song clicked her tongue.

It was the afternoon of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

Song Xiangdong and Shen Huijun packed their luggage and stood at the gate of the courtyard with their child.

"Mom, there's a lot going on at work, we need to go back now." Song Xiangdong prepared a lot of dried goods and canned food to take back with him.

Song Xianglan nodded. "Drive carefully."

Song Xiangdong added, "I won't be able to make it to Wang Zhihe's wedding. I've already had someone take the red envelope there beforehand."

Song Xianglan didn't ask any more questions.

Shen Huijun walked over carrying the child and called out, "Mom."

Song Xianglan hugged and kissed Youbao, then hugged and kissed Fubao.

"Huijun, go back and settle on an internship first. Don't be too accommodating to Xiangdong; husband and wife should understand and compromise with each other. Don't sacrifice your career for the other person."

Shen Huijun is grateful to Song Xianglan; other mothers-in-law wish their daughters-in-law would revolve around their sons.

Only Song Xianglan told her not to lose herself.

The car turned out of the village, its taillights flickered twice on the dirt road, and then disappeared.

Song Xianglan stood at the courtyard gate for a while.

The eighth day of the first lunar month.

Wang Zhihe got married.

The Wang family's courtyard was covered with red silk, and a large red "double happiness" character was pasted on the door. The firecrackers were so loud that the chickens in the three neighboring families stopped laying eggs.

Wang Zhihe wore a new suit and had his hair gelled, making him look much more energetic.

Lin Fang, dressed in a red wedding gown and with light makeup, stood beside him, and the two of them nodded to the guests.

Wang Zhihe's mother's face was beaming with joy.

She wore a new cotton-padded coat today.

festive.

When Song Xianglan arrived, several tables were already occupied in the courtyard.

"Godmother is here." Wang Zhihe quickly went to greet her.

Song Xianglan handed over the red envelope. "May you have a long and happy marriage, and live a good life together."

"Thank you for nothing." Wang Zhihe accepted the red envelope with both hands, his voice trembling with excitement.

The courtyard was bustling with activity, as many people came to offer their congratulations.

Wang Zhiliang and his wife were also there, and Gan Shanshan was helping out in the kitchen. Daya led her younger siblings to sit quietly in a corner, eating candy.

Guests usually gave money as gifts, and the Minister of Rites, an old man, sat in a chair keeping accounts. He had to record how much each family gave as a gift.

A scream came from the courtyard gate.

"Wang Zhihe, you heartless beast. You ruined me and you still dare to marry that slut."

Everyone in the courtyard turned their heads in unison.

Qiao Zhaodi stood at the gate of the courtyard.

She wore an old cotton-padded jacket, her hair was disheveled, and her makeup was a mess. Behind her followed Qiao Yaozu and the Qiao family elders.

Qiao Yaozu had his hands in his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his lips, looking like he was there to cause trouble.

Qiao Zhaodi rushed into the courtyard, slapped her thigh, and started howling.

"Wang Zhihe, you and that slut have been having an affair for a long time, haven't you? You two have been together for ages and dumped me. Are you even human?"

She was wailing as she pointed at Lin Fang.

"Lin Fang, you shameless slut. You got beaten by Geng Yutian because your ass was dirty. Who in the whole village doesn't know you're a slutty, despicable whore?"

The courtyard was quiet for two seconds.

Lin Fang's face turned pale.

Wang Zhihe's face darkened.

Qiao Zhaodi cried even harder, her face covered in snot and tears. "Fellow villagers, I gave birth to four children for him and was then kicked out of the house."

You can get married, but first, give me the money.

What will happen to my children? How many stepmothers are good? Baogen, Daya, come here to Mom.

Baogen cried out, "Mommy..."

In the corner, Daya pulled her younger siblings behind her.

Gan Shanshan rushed out of the kitchen and stood in front of the children.

"Don't go out. Go to my place."

Daya bit her lip tightly.

When Qiao Zhaodi saw that the child hadn't come out, she cried even louder.

"You've all instigated my children to the point that they're afraid to acknowledge their biological mother. You've all lost your conscience."

Qiao Yaozu, a newly lit cigarette dangling from his lips, grinned. "Wang Zhihe, my sister's words aren't unreasonable, are they? If you remarry, you should at least leave some security for the child. Give her a hundred thousand or twenty thousand, and my sister won't make a fuss."

100,000 to 80,000.

A vein throbbed on Wang Zhihe's forehead.

The villagers gasped in shock; there were hardly any households with ten thousand yuan in savings.

Liu Chounv, having heard that she saw Qiao Zhaodi heading towards Wang Zhihe's house, disregarded the fact that it was Lin Fang's wedding day and, despite her old, cold legs, sprinted at the speed of a hundred-meter dash.

She rushed over to Qiao Zhaodi in a few quick steps.

He grabbed Qiao Zhaodi's hair.

"You good-for-nothing, with a belly, elephant legs, a body full of filth, and a foul mouth."

The ugly woman's voice exploded.

The shock caused all the chickens and ducks in the yard to flap their wings and run away.

"Legs spread wide, welcoming and seeing off guests. Heroes come from all walks of life, and scoundrels are judged by their age. The ultimate scum. As old as a man, his anus is loose, and his mouth is stretched wide like a hole."

Qiao Zhaodi was pulled so hard she was grimacing and scratching wildly with both hands.

The ugly woman held onto her hair tightly, her face full of murderous intent.

"Calling you a chicken is an insult to a chicken. Your face looks like tofu dregs come to life, and you dare to interfere with my daughter's marriage? Shallow waters breed all sorts of scoundrels. Does your current man even know how shameless you are?"

Qiao's mother stepped forward to take action, but was stopped by Song Xianglan.

"What are you up to, you old sly fox?"

Qiao Zhaodi let out a howl as she was being scolded:

"Wang Zhihe has to give me money. He has to hand over the money if he wants to get married. What will happen if my daughter and son are bullied in the future? How many good stepmothers are there?"

She shouted "Da Ya and Bao Gen!" again.

Daya's tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced them back.

Qiao Yaozu watched as his sister was being beaten by having her hair pulled.

The smile on her face disappeared.

He took two steps forward, grabbed Liu Chounu's arm with one hand, and pulled her sharply.

The ugly woman was pulled so hard by him that she stumbled and slipped. She was caught by Wang Zhi and his mother.

Dozens of eyes were watching from the courtyard.

Qiao Yaozu looked down at Liu Chounu, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes narrowed. "Old woman, if you dare move again, I'll beat you until your teeth are knocked out."

The ugly woman spread her arms wide, her ten fingers like hooks, and aimed straight at Qiao Yaozu's face.

"That dog's dick is weak, all it does is rely on that cunt."

Five bloody streaks ran from Qiao Yaozu's left cheek down to his chin.