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

Lin Ping was feeding the chickens with a winnowing basket when she heard the noise and looked up.

Those triangular eyes were immediately glued to the pork belly and two pig trotters hanging on the handlebars.

The meat was glistening and shiny, so bright it made your eyes dizzy in the sunlight.

During the busy farming season, everyone is short of oil and fat in their stomachs.

"Third Aunt".

Lin Ping threw the winnowing basket on the ground.

He didn't even bother to clap the rice husks off his hands, and rushed over in three steps at a time.

His face was full of smiles.

"Why did you bring so many nice things?"

She reached out to take the meat from the handlebars, while feigning politeness:

"My parents have gone to work in the fields. These past few days have been busy with farming, and the whole family has been working non-stop, without even having time to drink a hot drink."

Third Aunt, please put your things down and go home first.

I'll tell Mom and Dad you came by later, so as not to bother you. I know you have to go back to help your uncle at work.

They were calculating things meticulously.

This is an attempt to leave something behind.

Drive them away.

Who gets to eat this meat is entirely up to Lin Ping.

Song Xianglan looked coldly at her eldest nephew's wife.

When Song Tingting came for help, she was turned away at the door.

Song Xianglan twisted her wrist, avoiding Lin Ping's outstretched claw.

A cold snort:

"I'll go to the fields to find them."

Lin Ping's hand grasped at empty air, her smile froze for a moment, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.

If her in-laws found out about that, they'd skin her alive.

"Third Aunt, where are you going?"

"Our village is busy with farming right now, and we really can't accommodate anyone. Give me the meat, and you can come back in a few days!"

"Then I'll take the pork to your second aunt's house."

Song Xianglan pushed off the pedal with her feet.

Lin Ping was pulled along and stumbled, almost falling flat on her face.

Lin Ping shouted angrily from behind:

"Third Aunt..."

Song Xianglan didn't even turn her head.

The pork on the handlebars swayed back and forth with the bumps.

After leaving the village, Song Xianglan made two turns and headed straight for the brigade's farmland.

An elderly woman with a full head of white hair was slowly walking back home by the roadside, carrying a basket.

"Seventh Grandma".

Song Xianglan squeezed the brakes, took out a few White Rabbit milk candies from her pocket, and stuffed them into the old lady's hand.

"Which piece of land do my eldest brother and sister-in-law own?"

Grandma Qi squinted, and when she saw it was candy, her face beamed with joy.

"Xianglan's back. Still as energetic as ever. The boss and the others are in the west, near the old local temple!"

Song Xianglan thanked them and rode her bicycle straight west.

That old earth god temple was smashed years ago.

Now all that's left is a dilapidated shell, standing alone on the edge of the field.

We're almost there.

Song Rong pushed a cart full of harvested rice toward the brigade headquarters' drying ground.

"Third Aunt, what brings you here?" Song Rong wiped the sweat from her face, revealing a set of big white teeth, and asked with a simple smile.

Song Xianglan parked the car on the side of the road.

He jumped down and walked a few steps to Song Rong.

Song Rong thought his aunt was going to give him something to eat, and was about to lean closer when he saw Song Xianglan raise her hand—

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap landed squarely on Song Rong's forehead.

Song Rong was stunned by the blow, clutching her head with a wronged expression: "Third Aunt, why did you hit me? You hit me so hard, it hurts so much."

"I'm going to beat you up, you piece of trash."

"Huh?" Song Rong was completely baffled.

"I'll settle the score with you later." Song Xianglan spat and turned to walk towards the field.

In the golden rice paddies, Brother Song and Sister-in-law Song were bending over to harvest rice.

When they were young, the two were known for their straightforwardness and generosity in the surrounding area, and they were incredibly kind to their siblings.

"Big brother."

"Sister-in-law."

When Song Xianglan shouted this, her voice trembled.

Sister-in-law Song straightened up and wiped the sweat from her brow with the towel hanging around her neck.

Upon closer inspection, he immediately threw down his sickle and ran over:

"Third sister is back."

Brother Song straightened up, a simple and honest smile on his face, and strode over.

Upon seeing the familiar and dear face, Song Xianglan felt a sudden pang of emotion.

She rarely returned to her parents' home after getting married.

Seeing her elder brother and sister-in-law grow old, she realized how much true family affection she had missed.

Tears streamed down my face.

When Sister-in-law Song saw her sister-in-law crying, she realized that her sister-in-law was crying.

He stepped forward and took Song Xianglan's hand.

Rough hands, yet warm and comforting.

"Did you have a fight with Yang Dashan?"

Don't cry, don't cry. My nephew gave me some turtle cakes a couple of days ago, and I'll take some back for you to eat today.

Tell your brother to take your nephew to talk to Yang Dashan. He can't let them bully our third sister.

The villagers working nearby witnessed this scene.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and craned their necks to watch the spectacle.

"Tsk tsk, Song Xianglan has always been very generous, bringing such a big piece of meat."

"It must weigh several kilograms. Old Song is in for a treat."

"The brothers had a good life when they were young, but now Old Master Song's family is not as prosperous as before."

The two families of Song Lao Er and Song Lao San also straightened their backs.

They exchanged a glance:

"Let's go to my eldest brother's house for a free meal. My third sister brought some meat."

However, the atmosphere was a bit off at Song Laosi's plot of land.

Song Lao Si's wife slammed the sickle on the ground and cursed in a sarcastic tone:

"I always knew your third sister was biased. She only has eyes for her eldest brother, how could she possibly care about you, her younger brother?"

"She went back to her parents' home without even bringing us any meat; that's utterly disrespectful."

Song Laosi was so embarrassed by his wife's scolding that he lost face.

He said in a muffled voice:

"Alright, that's enough. I'm going to see what's going on."

Song Xianglan had already been pulled by her sister-in-law to sit under the big banyan tree by the edge of the field.

Song Xianglan wiped away her tears and took a deep breath.

She told him everything about how Yang Dashan had sold Tingting to a thirty-year-old man while she was visiting Xiang Dong in Nancheng.

As soon as he finished speaking, an uproar erupted around him.

"What? Has Yang Dashan gone mad?"

"Tingting is only fifteen years old, isn't this pushing our daughter into a fire pit?"

Sister-in-law Song was furious and slapped her thigh:

"That heartless Yang Dashan, Tingting is his own daughter!"

After she finished scolding him, she frowned and asked:

"Why didn't you come to us after Tingting got into this mess? How could we, as her aunt and uncle, just stand by and do nothing?"

Song Xianglan raised her head, looking at her sister-in-law with a complicated expression.

He glanced at Song Rong, who had just approached, and his voice was as cold as ice:

"Tingting is here."

Brother Song was taken aback. "When did they arrive? We haven't seen them."

Song Xianglan gritted her teeth and spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Yang Jianjun came first and gave Lin Ping a dollar. Later, Tingting came over but was chased away by your good daughter-in-law, Lin Ping."

"Lin Ping?"

Sister-in-law Song's eyes widened.

"Lin Ping told Tingting that you two old folks went to the city for medical treatment, and that the other uncles were all busy and didn't have time to meddle."

Song Xianglan sneered repeatedly:

"They still say it's an arranged marriage, but would a father really ruin his daughter's life? He just scolded Tingting away."

Brother Song felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind.

He was so angry that his whole body flared up.

His face turned a deep liver color:

"Bullshit! When did I go to the city for medical treatment? She...she's trying to kill Tingting!"

Song Rong was stunned.

His mouth was so wide open it could fit an egg.

"This...this can't be, right? Ping'er, she..."

Song Xianglan sneered:

"Go back and ask your good wife if she took a one-yuan bribe from Yang Jianjun."

"One dollar?"

The surrounding villagers were stunned.

Would you really sell your relative's daughter for a mere dollar?

Lin Ping is a bit greedy for small gains.

I never imagined he was so wicked at heart.

Song Laosi's wife had originally wanted to come over and ask for some meat, but when she heard this, she shrank back in fright.

Lin Ping is courting death.

Brother Song was so angry that he slapped Song Rong.

"I'm going to beat you two to death today! You've gone too far! You dared to sell your cousin for money and then curse me to get sick!"