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

Break up!

These two words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, leaving everyone in the courtyard stunned.

Yang Jianjun was the first to react, looking completely bewildered.

"Mom! Separate the family property? Are you crazy!"

"I'm not crazy." Song Xianglan's tone was terrifyingly calm. "I can't run this household. You can live your own lives."

"No! Absolutely not!"

Yang Jianjun panicked completely. What would he eat after the family split up?

Shouldn't Chen Xiuqin cause a huge uproar?

Without thinking, he grabbed Song Xianglan's arm and said, "Mom, can you please not separate the family? If Dad finds out, he'll argue with you."

What will others think of us? Who separates from the eldest son?

It's Yang Dashan again.

In her past life, this man traded his illegitimate child for her biological son.

Even when they go home, they still have to act like the head of the household.

Every time she and Yang Jianjun had a conflict.

Yang Dashan would always say the same thing: No matter how bad he is, he's still your son.

His own son?

Song Xianglan only felt it was ironic.

"If he dares to argue with me, I'll beat him to death." Song Xianglan shook off his hand, her attitude resolute.

Yang Jianjun: ...

The villagers watching the drama unfold: ...

Zhang Cuihua's eyes darted around, and she immediately understood the disadvantages of splitting up the family.

After the family split up, they wouldn't be able to get a single bit of the slaughterhouse job and money that old hag had!

She immediately put on a pained expression.

"Oh dear, my dear mother-in-law! How could you say such a thing!"

Jianjun is your own son!

What kind of mother would separate her own son from her? Aren't you afraid of being gossiped about if word gets out?

Chen Dajun threatened in a gruff voice:

"Exactly! If you dare to separate Jianjun, our Chen family will be the first to object!"

My sister married into this family to be the eldest son's wife, not to suffer with you!

Just as the argument was raging in the courtyard.

A sweet, coquettish voice, tinged with a hint of deliberate flattery, drifted in from outside the crowd.

"Oh dear, what's going on? Xianglan, Jianjun, why have you alerted Captain Wang?"

Everyone turned around and saw a slender woman wearing a Dacron floral shirt squeeze in.

It was Zhang Yujuan, Yang Dashan's mistress.

She is also Yang Jianjun's biological mother.

As soon as she arrived, she tried to take Song Xianglan's hand affectionately, but Song Xianglan subtly avoided her.

Zhang Yujuan wasn't embarrassed at all; she just looked surprised.

"Sister Xianglan, I just heard someone at the village entrance say that you are going to separate from Jianjun?"

This won't do! Jianjun is your own flesh and blood, don't leave everything to Xiangdong...

"Well, what I mean is, they're both my flesh and blood, how can you be so biased?"

This statement seems to be an attempt to reconcile...

In reality, they were stirring up trouble.

Every sentence implies that Song Xianglan mistreats her own biological son for the sake of an adopted son she picked up.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jianjun's eyes welled up with tears of grievance.

"Mom! Even outsiders know you favor your bastard child! I'm your real son!"

The neighbors around them also started whispering among themselves.

"Song Xianglan went a bit too far; after all, Xiangdong isn't her biological son."

"Yes, how can you push your own son away for the sake of an adopted son?"

Captain Wang was completely exasperated; he hated dealing with these kinds of trivial family matters the most.

He cleared his throat and asked Song Xianglan seriously:

"Sister-in-law Xianglan, dividing the family property is not a trivial matter. You should think it through carefully."

Jianjun is right, with Brother Dashan not home, this is going to be difficult.

Everyone thought that Song Xianglan would be controlled.

The reputation of favoring one's adopted son is not good.

Unexpectedly, Song Xianglan suddenly smiled.

She looked around.

Looking at Yang Jianjun's expectant face, looking at the Chen family's smug face, looking at Zhang Yujuan's hypocritical face...

Finally, their gaze settled on Captain Wang.

"it is good."

One word stunned everyone.

"Captain Wang is right, and Jianjun is right too. We are family and shouldn't be separated," Song Xianglan said slowly.

Yang Jianjun was overjoyed. "Mom! I knew you loved me the most!"

Zhang Cuihua breathed a sigh of relief, and a smug smile returned to her face.

"Since we're a family, we should act like a family."

Song Xianglan's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"From today onwards, in order for our family to live a better life, and also to save money for Jianjun as soon as possible to have more children to carry on the family line."

I've decided that I'll take charge of this family.

She paused, then spoke each word with conviction.

"Yang Jianjun and Chen Xiuqin, you two must hand over all your money to me, not a single penny less."

I will manage and allocate them all. If you agree, this family... will not be divided.

What?!

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by Song Xianglan's unexpected turn of events.

The old ladies in the village were very happy.

Yang Jianjun and Chen Xiuqin's faces instantly changed from ecstasy to terror.

Submit everything?

How will Chen Xiuqin buy new clothes? How will she support her family?

That's even more ruthless than splitting up!

"No!"

Chen Xiuqin screamed, blurting out, "Why! Why should you manage our money?!"

"Just because I'm the head of this household, and just because Yang Jianjun is my son, he eats my food and lives in my house!"

Song Xianglan's aura suddenly became fierce:

"If you don't want to, fine, then we'll separate right now. You two will both leave with nothing and live on your own!"

"you……"

Chen Xiuqin was so angry that she was trembling all over, but she couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Zhang Cuihua panicked and quickly pushed Yang Jianjun.

"Jianjun! Say something! You're a man, how can you let your mother control your wife's money!"

Yang Jianjun was caught in a dilemma, sweating profusely with anxiety.

On one side is a domineering mother, and on the other is a shrewish daughter-in-law.

He can't afford to offend any of them.

Song Xianglan gave him no chance to hesitate; she looked directly at Wang Jianguo.

"Captain Wang, you heard everything. It's not that I want to separate the family, it's that they don't want to be a family."

Since that's the case, you will be a witness, and we will divide this family today!

Yang Jianjun was terrified and knelt down again with a thud. "Mom! I'll pay! I'll pay, okay?!"

Yang Jianjun tugged at Chen Xiuqin's sleeve and lowered his voice:

"Let's hand it over first. That bastard got promoted to deputy commander. The old woman can get the bastard's allowance back later when she has the chance."

Thinking of her meager monthly allowance of a hundred or so yuan, Chen Xiuqin gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words:

"I...I'll pay."

"Talk is cheap." Song Xianglan looked at them coldly. "Captain Wang is here. Let's put it in writing and make a written agreement."

Wang Jianguo never expected things to develop this way. Looking at Song Xianglan, he secretly admired the woman's methods.

He nodded.

The written agreement was completed quickly.

The content is very simple:

Yang Jianjun and Chen Xiuqin, a married couple, voluntarily handed over all their income to their mother, Song Xianglan, who would then manage the household expenses. The couple was not allowed to keep any private money.

Verbal statements are meaningless; a written agreement is necessary.

"Sign and put your fingerprint on."

Song Xianglan pushed the paper and pen in front of them.

With trembling hands, Yang Jianjun was the first to write his name, and then pressed his red handprint heavily.

Chen Xiuqin reluctantly signed the document and pressed her fingerprint on it.

Looking at the document, Song Xianglan finally felt a huge weight lifted from her heart.

They exploited me to the bone in my past life.

In this lifetime, she will make them pay back with interest!

Just then, Chen Xiuqin, who hadn't had a chance to speak, suddenly remembered something.

She looked up, her eyes red, and asked:

"And... what about the job at the slaughterhouse?"

She still clung to her last glimmer of hope.

Even if the money is gone, if she can get the job to her older brother, it won't be a complete loss.

Song Xianglan accepted the written document handed to her by Wang Jianguo.

He carefully blew away the ink stains, then folded it neatly and put it into his pocket.

After she finished doing all this, she raised her head and glanced at Chen Xiuqin indifferently.

"Work?"

Song Xianglan twitched the corners of her mouth.

"Why should my job be given to your older brother?"