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

Songjiazhuang has only two major surnames: Song and Liu.

It's the busy season for farming right now.

The area was packed with people.

As soon as Song Xianglan uttered these words.

It's like pouring a ladle of cold water into a pan of hot oil; it explodes instantly.

"I knew Lin Ping was a wicked woman. She'd pick scallions from one neighbor's yard and garlic from another's, but I never imagined she was so vicious at heart."

"Just for one dollar, he'd push his fifteen-year-old cousin into a fire pit? That bachelor surnamed Huang is no good; his ex-wife jumped into the river."

"Will our daughter dare to go near her again? Who knows, she might get sold for money one day."

The villagers' spittle could drown a person.

They pointed and commented on each one.

His eyes were filled with disdain.

These days, even if you're poor...

But to cheat one's relatives for such a petty gain is something that will be condemned and cursed by people for generations.

Song Rong stood still.

His face turned a deep liver color, and the veins on his neck bulged.

Although he is usually simple-minded.

But he cares about his reputation and understands righteousness.

Now, being cursed by the entire village, he felt a burning sensation on his face, as if he had been slapped hundreds of times.

"Lin Ping, I want to kill you."

Song Rong roared angrily.

He turned around and charged home like a mad bull.

Song Qiang and Song Fei exchanged a glance.

A hint of schadenfreude flashed in his eyes.

"Big Brother is really angry this time, he's going to start a fight," Song Qiang muttered to himself.

Song Qiang's wife rolled her eyes and pouted:

"She takes advantage of being the eldest sister-in-law and bosses us around like we're her maids. This is a good opportunity for our eldest brother to teach her a lesson."

At this moment, Sister-in-law Song's tears flowed like a broken string of pearls.

His hand, which was holding Song Xianglan's, was trembling.

The questions kept coming:

"How's Tingting doing now? Is her injury healed? That damned Yang Dashan argued with you over this?"

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, everything's alright now."

Song Xianglan patted her hand reassuringly, "My apprentice Gan Zhiyuan was badly beaten by them while protecting Tingting."

Hearing this, Sister-in-law Song felt even more heartbroken and kept wiping away tears.

Song Erge, who had been silent the whole time, had been staring at Song Xianglan's arm for a long time.

I couldn't resist coming closer:

"Xianglan, what happened to your arm? It's wrapped up like a rice dumpling, it looks quite scary."

Song Xianglan's eyes flickered.

There was no attempt to hide anything; they spoke frankly and openly:

"It's nothing. When we were in the south of the city, some bad guys were causing trouble. I helped the army catch them. That bastard had a gun, and I accidentally got shot."

"What? A bullet?"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Who has ever seen someone get shot with a real gun?

Brother Song's dark red face was filled with shock and heartache, yet also with an undisguised pride:

"You...you've really done something amazing! That's incredible."

"Awesome my ass."

A voice trembling with sobs suddenly rang out, startling everyone.

Brother Song squeezed into the crowd while wiping away his tears.

The old man, despite his advanced age, wept bitterly, his face streaked with tears.

Snot bubbles are coming out of my nose.

"Waaaaah... Xianglan, you didn't even go back to your parents' home to tell them you were shot. Are you trying to distance yourself from your family?"

If anything were to happen to you, sob sob sob... How could you face all the beatings I took for you when you were little?"

Song Sange was only two years older than Song Xianglan.

He was physically weak from a young age and was bullied by Song Xianglan as he grew up.

But the two siblings have the best relationship.

Sister-in-law Song rolled her eyes as she watched.

She pulled out her handkerchief in an annoyed tone.

He roughly wiped the old man's face: "Alright, you're so old, why are you still wailing? It's Third Sister who's hurt, not you, so why are you crying like that?"

"It breaks my heart."

Brother Song retorted, his neck stiff with arrogance:

"My heart is broken!"

"Bullshit."

Sister-in-law Song glared at him:

"I'll fry up a plate of small mixed fish for you tonight as a snack with your drinks, can you please shut up?"

Upon hearing that there would be small fish to accompany the drinks, Brother Song immediately fell silent.

She stopped crying, her sobs subsiding.

But still, looking aggrieved, she approached Song Xianglan, extending a finger as if to touch the gauze but not daring to:

"Does it...do it still hurt?"

Song Xianglan looked at her third brother, who was acting like a child.

Feeling warm inside, I deliberately frowned:

"Ouch—it still hurts a little."

"Snapped!"

The moment Brother Song reached out his hand, Sister-in-law Song slapped it back.

"Don't move your hands like that, don't you feel pain?"

This is a joke.

The atmosphere wasn't as tense as it had been before.

Sister-in-law Song glanced at the sky.

I think it's about time.

Then he shouted:

"Alright, stop wasting time here and go home to cook."

Xianglan came back to her parents' home today and had dinner at my place. The second, third, and fourth brothers' families all came to eat there too. Where's Tingting? Send someone to bring her over.

"No need," Song Xianglan stopped her sister-in-law. "Tingting and Huijun went to the county on business and won't be back tonight."

"Okay, then we'll eat by ourselves."

At Sister-in-law Song's command, the members of the Song family packed their things and headed back.

Song Laosi was left out in the cold.

Now everyone is heading to my eldest brother's house in a lively atmosphere.

He was so angry that he kept sighing.

His wife, being oblivious to social cues, quickly grabbed a sickle and went to ingratiate herself.

"Sister-in-law, I'll go help with the fire too. I can also let my kids have a taste of the meat."

Song Lao Er glanced at her.

A cool and detached rant:

"Hey, fourth brother's family, you two should just go, why bring your whole family of over ten people? Is the rice your eldest brother has enough for your few pigs?"

"How dare you speak to me like that, Second Brother?"

Song Lao Si's wife was displeased. "That's meat that Third Sister brought, and Third Sister didn't say anything!"

"Alright, that's enough."

Old Song roared in annoyance.

He turned his head and glanced at Song Xianglan, who was surrounded by people in the middle.

My heart aches a little:

"We're happy that our third sister is back. We're a family, so of course we should all be together."

He said that, but he was still sulking inside.

Third Sister brought so much meat for Eldest Brother.

They didn't even leave me a piece of pig's trotter; they're so biased!

When I looked up, I saw the murderous glares in my older brothers' eyes.

And then there's Third Brother's expression that says, "If you dare to say anything nonsense, I'll cry right now."

Song Laosi felt as if a thorn was stuck in his throat, and he swallowed all his complaints.

On the way back to the village.

The villagers hadn't dispersed yet, and they were all discussing it amongst themselves.

"I think Boss Song has lost all his prestige. He used to be a man of his word, but now he has such a spendthrift daughter-in-law."

"That's right, in our village, which family doesn't have a man in charge?"

When it came to the Song family's eldest daughter, Lin Ping became the one in charge, and she squandered the family fortune.

These words pierced Brother Song's ears like needles.

He walked away with a dark expression and his head down.

He gripped the sickle tightly in his hand.

Song Qiang and Song Fei followed behind, their anger rising as they listened.

They also complained that their eldest brother and sister-in-law spoiled their eldest daughter-in-law so much that she was completely out of control.

This is incredibly embarrassing for the whole village!

As soon as the group arrived at Brother Song's house, they heard screams and sounds of smashing coming from the yard.

"Song Rong, are you crazy? How dare you smash my basin?"

"I'm not only going to smash the pot, I'm going to beat you to death, you heartless woman."

The group pushed open the door and went inside, only to find the courtyard in a complete mess.

With red eyes, Song Rong pointed at Lin Ping and began to curse:

"Why take Yang Jianjun's money? To get rid of Tingting."

Lin Ping's hair was disheveled.

Sitting on the ground, throwing a tantrum:

"You heartless bastard! You believe everything you hear! Do you think I'm that kind of person? Do you think I have the guts to do that?"

"My third aunt already said so, how could it be false?" Song Rong was so angry she wanted to tear the roof off.

Lin Ping's eyes flickered, but she remained stubbornly defiant.

His eyes darted around:

"Third Aunt, you've misunderstood! Tingting did come by that day. She stood at the door for a bit and said she was just passing by."

How would I know what trouble she was in?

If I had known, would I have ignored it? I, Lin Ping, am a well-known good person in the surrounding area.

She burst into tears, crying as if she had been wronged.

They were practically swearing an oath on the spot.

Song Rong was originally a simple and honest person.

His anger came and went quickly, leaving him somewhat bewildered by Lin Ping's performance of singing, reciting, acting, and fighting.

"Really...really?"

He hesitated before releasing his grip. "She really didn't say anything?"

Why would I lie to you?

Seeing that he was wavering, Lin Ping immediately got up and started sobbing, looking aggrieved.

"I take care of this whole family from morning till night, feeding and cleaning them up. I've turned myself into a haggard old woman because of you. And now I'm being wronged like this. I can't live anymore, sob sob sob..."

Song Rong scratched his head.

Turning to look at Song Xianglan, who had just entered the courtyard, her eyes held a hint of confusion and pleading:

"Third Aunt, look at this..." Is it a misunderstanding?

Song Xianglan stood at the door, coldly watching this farce unfold, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

What a silver tongue! What a master of twisting the truth!

In their previous life, the eldest brother and sister-in-law lived with the Song Qiang and Song Fei families in their later years.

After the elderly couple died, Lin Ping came to claim their inheritance.

She's always making a fuss with her child.