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

Under the big banyan tree at the village entrance.

The old woman leaned on a cane, half her face hidden in the shadows.

Old Man Qiao's face was still bleeding from the cuts, and Old Man Qiao's mother was clutching her scalp, where a large patch of hair was missing, and was wincing in pain.

The two stopped in their tracks.

Mrs. Qiao looked the old woman up and down.

Her clothes didn't fit properly, hanging loosely on her body, and the wrinkles on her face were thicker than the dead skin on her heels.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Qiao took half a step back. "Don't try to extort me."

Zhang Yujuan moved her cane forward an inch and forced a dry smile.

"Sister, what are you saying? How could I possibly try to scam you?" Zhang Yujuan's voice was hoarse. "I see you're quite badly injured, and you've been chilled by the cold wind all day. Would you like to come to my house for some hot water and rest?"

Mrs. Qiao rolled her eyes.

"I don't know him. I'm not going."

Zhang Yujuan didn't move. "You think I'm as shameless as Song the Slaughterer, who got rich through swindling and cheating? You have no idea how many despicable things she's done behind the scenes."

Mrs. Qiao pulled her foot back after taking a step.

"You called Song a pig butcher?" Qiao's mother stared at her.

Zhang Yujuan sighed. "Logically speaking, it's none of my business. I just like to stand up for the weak. I knew what she did back then, which is why she framed me. Who told her to be so ruthless, while we are kind-hearted?"

You know how it is these days, good people often suffer. I was just too kind-hearted, which is why Song Xianglan ruined me like this. She touched her face, only regretting that Yang Dashan hadn't killed Song Xiangdong back then.

Upon hearing this, Qiao's mother perked up.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

"Oh dear, my throat is really parched," Mrs. Qiao said, coughing twice in a mock-sounding manner. "Is your home far away? Could I ask you for a bowl of water?"

"It's not far, just ahead." Zhang Yujuan turned around and led the way.

Old Man Qiao followed behind with a limp, and asked his mother in a low voice:

"This old woman doesn't look like a good person. Why would I go to her house? Her values ​​are warped and her looks are awful."

"You don't know anything. She has a grudge against Song the Slaughterer. Listen to what she says; maybe she can find something on Song Xianglan." Mrs. Qiao rolled her eyes. "Do you even have any moral compass?"

Old man Qiao... that old hag is useless when it comes to outsiders, she's good only at dealing with people inside.

Old Fang's yard was dilapidated.

Pushing open the door, a musty smell mixed with the smell of boiled sweet potatoes hit me.

As soon as Qiao's mother stepped into the main room, a dark figure suddenly emerged from inside.

"My God!" Mrs. Qiao shuddered in fright, took two steps back, and pointed at the man. "Where did this black bear spirit come from? It's not even spring yet and it already smells sour and stinky."

Old Fang's face darkened.

"Did you throw your nose into the latrine and not bring it out with you?" Old Fang retorted immediately. "It looks like a toad smashed to pieces by a rock, and its mouth looks like the scene of a family massacre. It stinks as soon as it opens its mouth."

"Who are you calling an ugly hag?" Mrs. Qiao jumped up and down, ready to yell back.

Zhang Yujuan quickly stepped between the two.

She took a one-yuan bill out of her pocket and stuffed it into Old Fang's hand.

"Please go outside for a while. I want to have a word with this older lady."

Old Fang held the money in his hand and snorted.

He put it in his pocket and walked out, rolling his eyes as he passed Qiao's mother.

Qiao's mother pursed her lips and looked at Zhang Yujuan.

"Girl, you have terrible taste. The man you chose is like a vengeful ghost. No wonder you have to walk with a cane, he's got you cursed."

Zhang Yujuan cursed inwardly that Qiao's mother couldn't see how dirty her own stove was, but she still had a smile on her face.

"Just getting by. Please, have a seat, older sister."

Zhang Yujuan poured two cups of hot water from the kettle.

On the table was a plate of brown sugar rice cakes and a bowl of fried dates.

Old Man Qiao plopped down on the long bench, his eyes fixed on the pastries on the table. Ignoring the fact that this wasn't his home, he grabbed a piece of brown sugar rice cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

"You girls are chatting, I'm just grabbing something to eat to fill my stomach," Old Man Qiao said, his mouth full and his words muffled.

Zhang Yujuan was furious at his vicious eating habits.

The poor bastard has never eaten anything good.

Arriving at someone else's house is like a bandit raiding a village.

When Qiao's mother saw the old man starting to eat, she quickly reached out to take some as well.

He grabbed two fried dates with one hand and a brown sugar rice cake with the other.

Take a bite from the left, then a bite from the right.

"This brown sugar rice cake is delicious," said Mrs. Qiao, chewing with sesame seeds at the corner of her mouth. "The fried dates are good too, though not as good as the ones I usually make. Just something to fill my stomach."

Zhang Yujuan gripped the handle of her cane tightly with her fingers.

I really want to knock those two old bastards out with a stick.

But for the sake of that precious antique she couldn't find in the back mountain, she had no choice but to endure it.

In the past year or two, she searched the entire back mountain, and even Old Fang followed along, but they still couldn't find the place where she hid her treasure back then.

The two discussed it for a long time, but something just didn't feel right.

In the end, Zhang Yujuan concluded that Song Xianglan must have taken the items.

Otherwise, how could Song Xianglan have suddenly become rich in recent years?

They're buying land, building houses, and opening factories.

Zhang Yujuan dared not openly provoke Song Xianglan.

She was afraid of being beaten to death.

Today, I happened to witness the Qiao family elders being beaten up; it was like a knife sent from heaven.

"Older sister, take your time eating." Zhang Yujuan sat down and lowered her voice. "Actually, the reason Song Xianglan is so rich is all because she stole her ill-gotten gains."

Qiao's mother paused in her actions.

"What kind of ill-gotten gains?"

"Back then, she colluded with the people from the land acquisition committee and secretly seized a large amount of gold and silver treasures from the Cai family." Zhang Yujuan deliberately cleared her throat. "Those were the Cai family's heirlooms. Song Xianglan embezzled them all."

"Sister, please don't tell anyone. Song Xianglan is despicable; the villagers say she embezzled more than just the Cai family's money."

Mrs. Qiao's mouth dropped open.

"Really?"

"Absolutely true." Zhang Yujuan said it with great conviction. "Yang Dashan told me this himself back then. Song Xianglan hid those things and sold them little by little, that's how she made her fortune."

Mrs. Qiao stared wide-eyed. "Is that so?"

Why didn't she have such good luck back then?

"Do you know how wealthy the Cai family has become these past two years? I heard they've turned their fortunes around again. Song Xianglan is living the high life, clutching their family heirloom." Zhang Yujuan sighed. "It's a pity you were beaten like this by her today; she doesn't even respect you."

Old Joe burped.

"What does that have to do with us? That belongs to the Cai family, not my Qiao family."

Zhang Yujuan leaned forward slightly.

"How can it be okay? It's so cowardly of you to just swallow your anger and keep it to yourself."

"What else can we do? Song the butcher can deal with us more easily than she can with pigs in the slaughterhouse. Didn't you see how shrewish she was just now?" Qiao's mother touched her scalp, wincing in pain.

"She's being nosy and insists on helping that ugly old woman."

"Let's blackmail her!" Zhang Yujuan's eyes lit up. "Write an anonymous letter saying you know the Cai family's treasure is in her hands. Make her hand over ten or twenty thousand to keep quiet. She'll have a guilty conscience; what makes her dare not give it to you?"

Mrs. Qiao rolled her eyes.

"What if...she calls the police?"

"She dares to call the police? If she calls the police and they investigate the Cai family's treasures, she'll go to jail herself." Zhang Yujuan slapped her thigh. "Besides, you can go directly to the police and say she stole someone else's things."

Let the police search her house or inform the Cai family. But take my advice, don't tell the Cai family; it's most cost-effective for you to write a letter demanding money yourselves.

Qiao's mother wasn't stupid; she figured out what was going on.

"You know quite a lot," Qiao's mother said, staring at Zhang Yujuan. "Why don't you go and blackmail her yourself?"

"I... I have trouble walking," Zhang Yujuan pointed to her legs. "Besides, unlike you, I don't have sons or grandsons. I'm just one person, what would I need so much money for? I'm just angry that she bullied an innocent person."

Mrs. Qiao was making plans in her mind.

That's a lot of money.

If they get their hands on this, their family can build a small villa and live a life where they can eat meat every day.

But Song Xianglan's fists were too hard.

"I'll think about it." Mrs. Qiao stuffed the remaining half of the fried date into her mouth. "I'll give you an answer in a few days."

Although she didn't agree directly, Qiao's mother followed Zhang Yujuan's words and gave Song Xianglan a thorough dressing-down.

He vented all the anger he felt on the village road by cursing Song Xianglan.

They'll hurl whatever insults they can think of.

After scolding her for a full half hour, Qiao's mother stood up.

"Alright, it's getting late, we should head back." Mrs. Qiao glanced at the table.

The brown sugar rice cakes and fried dates were all gone.

Old Man Qiao stood up and immediately noticed several sugarcanes standing in the corner, and half a bag of fruit candies on the table next to them.