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

"Separate the family? Dream on!"

The veins on Huang Laosan's neck bulged out like earthworms.

Pointing his finger at the pillar and cursing:

"Now that the fourth son is gone, you children and grandchildren are no longer going to support your parents?"

This house is the Huang family's ancestral home. What right does your mother, an outsider, have to seize it?

Grandma Huang scrambled to her feet.

Slapping his thigh and howling:

"This is my son's house. Even if we divide the family property, it still belongs to me."

Liu Dahua clutched her chest.

The tears had long since dried up, leaving only bloodshot eyes.

She pointed to the ground beneath her feet.

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper had been used to polish it.

"Old lady, speak with your heart. Back then, the third son seized the foundation of the old house and tried to drive me to my death."

I brought the pillar to this muddy beach.

That was winter.

I carried the stones down the mountain one by one, and I also built it up by shoveling mud and sand.

The household registration book lists my name as Liu Dahua, not your son who has been missing for twenty-eight years.

"Pooh!"

Huang's eldest sister-in-law spat at Liu Dahua's feet.

He rolled his eyes in a sarcastic tone.

"What's wrong with writing your name? That's the seed left by the fourth brother."

You're a widow living in such a big house, who knows what kind of bad ideas you're plotting, maybe you're thinking of bringing in some random man to have some fun?

I think you've been itching to get rid of your mother-in-law for a while now so you can make room for your own messes!

That's a really harsh statement.

It felt like a rusty saw was tearing at Liu Dahua's heart.

A few whispers could be heard from the crowd of onlookers.

Liu Dahua was so angry that she trembled all over.

His lips trembled, and he couldn't speak.

"What are you pretending to be, this virtuous and chaste woman? If you have nothing to hide, why did you have to drive your own mother-in-law away?"

Huang Laosan followed suit and splashed dirty water.

"He's a heartless and ungrateful wretch who can't even tolerate an old man."

Song Xianglan stood on the periphery of the crowd, listening to these foul words, her fingernails digging into her palms.

She couldn't just start doing it herself.

After all, this is a "family matter," and her meddling too much only caused trouble for Liu Dahua.

Her gaze shifted to Zhang Haiyan, who was standing next to the pillar.

Zhang Haiyan had a fiery temper and was already panting heavily with anger, her chest heaving violently.

Song Xianglan gave her a fierce look and slightly raised her chin toward the shovel in the corner.

Zhang Haiyan understood immediately.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

She turned around abruptly, grabbed the shovel still covered in mud from the base of the wall, and slapped it down on the back of Huang Laosan's leg as he was spitting out his words!

"Bang!"

"Agh—!" Old Huang screamed and fell to his knees on the spot.

"Bullshit!"

Zhang Haiyan, gripping a shovel in both hands, stood in front of Liu Dahua like a god of war.

He roared, his eyes red:

"My mother-in-law is the best person in the world. You bunch of bloodsuckers, you don't support your own mothers, you just dump them on my mother-in-law."

"You still have the nerve to call my mother-in-law vicious? I'll chop you all up today!"

After saying that, she picked up a shovel.

They attacked the Huang family members without any regard for their own safety.

"That crazy woman is killing people!" Sister-in-law Huang was so frightened that she covered her head and ran away, no longer caring about her foul mouth.

"Zhu Zi, I'll beat your unfilial wife to death."

The pillar paused for a moment.

Watching his wife fight to the death to protect her mother.

Then look at my third uncle kneeling on the ground, wailing.

And then there was the grandmother who sat on the ground, throwing a tantrum and cursing her mother as a "loose woman."

The string in my mind called "blood ties" snapped completely.

He grabbed a thick, hardwood door bolt and charged forward like a madman.

He smacked Huang Laosan on the back as he was about to get up and fight back.

"Get out of here, all of you."

Zhu Zi's eyes were bloodshot. "We're severing ties today. We'll never see each other again. Anyone who dares to curse my mother again, I'll kill them."

Grandma Huang was dumbfounded.

She sat on the ground, dazed.

She watched him grow up from a baby.

The obedient grandson who constantly instills in his mother that "your mother is a bad woman" and "your mother is unfaithful."

But at this moment, it's like a wolf protecting its cubs.

They wanted to beat her other sons to death.

How could this happen?

Isn't he the one who listens to his grandmother the most?

"Stop! All of you, stop!"

The captain's loud shout stunned the crowd.

He looked at the chaotic courtyard, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Have you no shame? Go and invite the clan chief. Invite the village secretary. Tell the accountant to bring the ledgers. Since we're going to split the family property, let's do it thoroughly today."

Huang Laosan was beaten black and blue, and was still groaning.

He shrank back after being glared at by the captain.

Cong Ying treated the scratches on Liu Dahua's face.

Apply iodine.

Liu Dahua gasped in pain, but she didn't utter a sound.

She just stared at her son and daughter-in-law who were standing in front of her, tears streaming down her face silently.

Song Xianglan saw that the overall situation was settled.

She doesn't need to add any more fuel here; she's in a hurry.

As she pushed her tricycle past Zhang Haiyan, she lowered her voice:

"Haiyan, you're determined to get a share. This house was earned with your mother-in-law's life; not an inch can be given up."

Don't let your mother-in-law despair.

What a wonderful woman, she was completely crushed by the Huang family. If she hadn't separated from them, she would have lost her life.

Zhang Haiyan, her eyes red-rimmed, nodded vigorously:

"Don't worry, Auntie. If Zhuzi doesn't separate from the family, I'll take the child and live with my mother-in-law, and he can go live with his grandmother."

Song Xianglan did not linger any longer.

I rode my tricycle out of the yard.

Captain Wang glanced at her retreating figure.

I understand it perfectly well.

Today's incident all started with Song Xianglan borrowing the car.

I guess the old lady's insults were too harsh.

Song Xianglan couldn't stand it and deliberately stirred things up.

But this fire was well started; if it hadn't been set ablaze, Liu Dahua would have been completely taken advantage of by this family.

On the way, they encountered Liu Chunhua and Liu Chounu, who were running up panting.

"Lanlan, I heard they're fighting?" Liu Chounu asked with a gossipy look on her face.

"They're dividing the family property right now, go check it out, give Da Hua some support." Song Xianglan didn't stop pedaling, her tricycle moving incredibly fast. "I have urgent business at the commune, talk to you later!"

When she got home, Song Xianglan parked the car.

He called out, "Tingting! Huijun! Let's go!"

The two of them had been waiting impatiently for a long time.

Hearing the call, he rushed out.

The three headed straight for Lai Chou'er's receiving point.

Lai Chou'er was picking his teeth at the door with his legs crossed when he saw Song Xianglan coming again. He paused for a moment, then quickly threw down his toothpick and went to greet her.

"Auntie, you're back to pick up the goods so soon?"

Song Xianglan took out a stack of ten-yuan notes from her pocket and slammed them on the table.

"Four more TVs, and sunglasses..."

Song Xianglan pointed to the dilapidated tricycle by the door, "My tricycle can't hold it all. Boss Lai has connections, can you find me a tractor to take me to the county town? I'll pay thirty yuan for the transport!"

These days, thirty yuan for shipping is an astronomical price!

Lai Chou'er slapped his thigh, turned around, and shouted towards the people behind him:

"Er Mazi! Bring your hand tractor over here! We've got a big job!"

Within two minutes, thick black smoke billowed up, and a hand-operated tractor stopped at the entrance.

Song Xianglan was not idle either.

While loading the car, he pointed to the watches again: "Give me a dozen more watches, and I'll take care of these Marlboro cigarettes too."

She paid without batting an eye.

Song Xianglan and the other two climbed onto the back of the tractor and sat in the middle of the cargo filled with cardboard boxes.

The tractor started up with a "putt-putt-putt" sound, spewing out a plume of black smoke, and roared off toward the county town.