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

Wang Cong was sprayed with spittle all over his face, his legs went weak, and he retreated step by step.

Song Xianglan pressed on: "Your brain is a daily necessity, but you insist on replacing it with a piece of junk. You drag your crippled body around and still insist on sticking out your stinking mouth. You've wrapped your cerebellum with your foot-binding cloth."

The ugly woman and the widow Wang listened from the side, their mouths agape.

They clicked their tongues in amazement.

"Your words are all based on your own side of the story. Does your mother have anything to do with the word 'good person'?" Song Xianglan's tone was icy, and her words were like daggers to the heart. "Old Fang has been implicated by your mother and can't even go home."

The Cai family lost so much of their wealth back then, and everyone in the village saw that inkstone being dug out of your storeroom.

The family has come knocking on your door, and you still have time to beg me?

You'd better go back and check your family's assets, and think about how to return all the antique treasures your mother swindled back then.

Wang Cong's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He completely forgot that there was a priceless treasure in the storeroom, otherwise he would have definitely hidden it.

After the Duan inkstone was stolen, he, Mei Fang, and Zhang Mahua turned the house upside down, but they couldn't even find a broken calligraphy brush.

Zhang Mahua pointed at him and Mei Fang's noses and cursed for a long time.

Wang Cong was suffering.

I almost had a good life, what incredible luck!

Song Xianglan's eyes turned cold. "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you scared out of your wits?"

Wang Cong regretted his actions, but deliberately asked:

"Aunt Song, you just said... the master of the house came looking for us? What exactly happened with that inkstone?"

Song Xianglan scoffed, "Don't you know how Fang Duanyan ended up in your storage room? Your mother hasn't been back to her parents' home much these past few years, but back then she was incredibly close to them. Didn't she tell you that she snatched all those treasures away halfway through?"

Song Xianglan knew that Wang Cong had been to the back mountain.

But Wang Cong is pretending to be dead and denying everything.

His voice cracked with anxiety. "My family is dirt poor, we don't have any treasures, I don't even know what an inkstone is."

"The police dug something up in your house, and you're still pretending to be innocent. Your mother has been going to the back mountain every day for the past six months; did she go there to dig for wild vegetables?"

"Wang Cong was pushed to the limit and blurted out in a moment of anger, "My mother buried something in the back mountain back then. Those few broken jars and bowls, but they were lost later. We searched for them for years but couldn't find them."

These words were spoken.

The air froze instantly.

The ugly woman rolled her eyes and couldn't help but spit. "A broken pot and a broken bowl aren't worth going to the mountains to dig dirt every day. You can keep that to fool ghosts."

Song Xianglan snorted coldly.

"What your mother buried was stolen goods. What good stuff would she bury in the back of the mountain? You can explain this to the police later. Your mother has done countless wicked things in her life; she probably won't be able to breathe fresh air anymore."

"Alright, get out of here. Don't dirty the ground in front of my house." Song Xianglan kicked away the pebbles on the ground, turned around and pushed open the courtyard gate.

Wang Cong gritted his teeth and left.

He was unwilling to accept it; were those antiques really not stolen by Song Xianglan?

Song Xianglan entered the courtyard.

Just as I was about to fetch water to wash my face, I heard the sound of wheels outside the door.

Old Chen pushed a wheelbarrow into the yard, the back of which was half-loaded with cement and two large baskets of broken glass.

Old Chen put down his cart, wiped his sweat, and said, "Boss, things haven't been peaceful in the village these past few days. I'm thinking I should add more broken glass to the wall of your yard."

Song Xianglan nodded. "That's exactly what I was planning. The wall is high enough, so let's add some broken glass."

Old Chen picked up the trowel.

"Stick these shards of glass vertically inside, make sure they're close together. Anyone who dares to climb over the wall will have their guts ripped out. I had a blacksmith forge two rows of half-foot-long spikes, and weld them all over the top of your gate. To keep out those petty thieves who don't know their place."

Old Chen mixed the cement, moved a wooden ladder, and started working.

Song Xianglan was passing something downstairs.

In less than half a day, a ring of sharp glass teeth appeared on the courtyard wall, gleaming coldly in the sun.

It was evening.

Song Tingting pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in.

My steps were heavy, lacking the usual joy of returning home.

"Mom." Song Tingting walked to the sink to wash her hands, then turned and hugged Song Xianglan's arm. She rested her head on Song Xianglan's shoulder.

Song Xianglan patted her on the back.

"Why are you so gloomy at the class reunion? Who was that blind fool who bullied my precious girl?"

Song Tingting shook her head. Her voice was muffled.

"Mom, Lin Xiaoya got married."

Song Xianglan was taken aback.

Lin Xiaoya remembered Song Tingting; she was a classmate in junior high school, pretty and academically outstanding.

"I remember she once said she wanted to go to teachers' college and become a teacher," Song Xianglan said.

"She didn't go to high school because she wanted to take the teacher's college entrance exam. Back then, I was busy with my studies at the county's top high school and lost contact with her." Song Tingting's eyes reddened. "Her eldest sister gave birth to her third child last year, but she had a difficult childbirth and didn't make it through, leaving behind a son and a daughter."

Her parents took the bride price from her eldest sister's husband and immediately used it to build a new house for her brother and get him married. Now, her brother-in-law has no one to take care of the children, so they're forcing Lin Xiaoya to marry him, to become his second wife, and to be a stepmother to his own nephews.

Song Xianglan stopped moving.

"She agreed herself?"

"How could she possibly agree?" Song Tingting gritted her teeth, her face full of resentment. "She knelt on the ground begging her parents, and her head was even bleeding from kowtowing."

Her brother simply tied her up, stuffed her into a tractor, and sent her there. He said his aunt, as a stepmother, wouldn't mistreat her nephew. Would a biological father mistreat his own son? Lin Xiaoya's family mistreated her.

Song Tingting cried uncontrollably.

"I noticed that Lin Xiaoya already had gray hair. Such a cheerful girl, but I couldn't see a smile on her face anymore. She was pregnant, and looking at her was like looking at countless other resigned women in the village."

Song Tingting was very upset. Lin Xiaoya was a girl with ideals.

She smiles gently when she talks about her ideals, her eyes sparkling with stars.

Now, the stars have been shattered.

Song Xianglan sighed and gently stroked Song Tingting's back.

"Lin Xiaoya isn't the only one in our surrounding area who has experienced something like this."

Song Tingting raised her head. "This is not fair. Why should girls be born as objects of exchange, paving the way for their families' interests?"

She clenched her fists, her tone resolute.

"Mom, I want to go back to school to teach. I want to tell those younger students never to give up. No matter how hard or difficult it is, you must continue your studies."

"As long as I can get a diploma and leave this village, I won't have to become a stepmother in my teens or twenties, forgetting my ideals and not daring to have anyone I like."

Song Xianglan looked at the light in her daughter's eyes and her heart stirred.

She agreed with this approach.

Having made money in the past two years, she wanted to do something practical for the girls in the surrounding villages.

Song Xianglan grasped her daughter's hand tightly, "Just talking isn't enough. How can you study if you're not full?"

Let's establish a scholarship at the school in the name of Song's Food Factory. It will be a scholarship for outstanding female students from impoverished families.

Song Tingting's eyes lit up.

"real?"

"There's only one condition," Song Xianglan said, holding up one finger, "This money will only be donated to girls. Boys won't get any."

Song Xianglan knew the situation in the countryside all too well.

As long as he does well in his studies, his family will sell everything they own to support his education.

Girls are always the ones who get sacrificed.

Very few people can finish junior high school.

Song Tingting hugged Song Xianglan tightly, her tears staining Song Xianglan's clothes. "Mom, being your daughter in this life is the greatest blessing I've ever had."

Song Xianglan smiled.

"It's my blessing to be your mother. Let's go to the town's middle school tomorrow."

Early the next morning.

The mother and daughter took 5,000 yuan in cash and went directly to the town's middle school.

When I found the principal's office.

Ms. Wang, Song Tingting's homeroom teacher, was also there.

"Oh my, Song Tingting!" Teacher Wang recognized her at a glance, her face beaming with surprise. "The top student from Peking University is back!"

Song Xianglan stepped forward.

"Teacher Wang, do you still remember me?"

Teacher Wang laughed. "How could I forget? Back then, you brought pork and banged on my office door, practically knocking a Peking University student out of there. The only one like that in the whole town."