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

Lin Ping sat on the ground, patting her thighs with both hands.

He looked like a theatrical performer, his face covered in tears and snot.

A shrill voice:

"In all honesty and conscience, I would never dare to do anything that goes against heaven and reason."

I really didn't take that one yuan from Yang Jianjun. If I had, I wish my daughter would be hit by a car and die.

She swore an oath.

He pounded his chest loudly.

The people around them just watched coldly.

Song Qiang's wife crossed her arms and said, "I swear on my own daughter, she herself will not be involved with a single leaf."

Song Fei's wife rolled her eyes and turned her face away.

In the crowd, Sister-in-law Song leaned close to Sister-in-law Er's ear.

The volume was neither too high nor too low.

"Everyone in the village knows she favors sons over daughters."

Sister-in-law Song was a straightforward person, and she immediately burst out laughing:

"When has she ever admitted to the despicable things she's done? Last time she stole our chickens, didn't she say it was a weasel?"

They sang in unison.

Song Rong was so embarrassed that he couldn't keep his face dark with shame.

Song Rong, with a stern face, squatted down and stared intently at her:

"Give me the truth, did you take that dollar or not?"

"no."

Lin Ping stiffened her neck, as if she were a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

"You're ganging up on me with outsiders too. We've been married for over ten years. You trust that married-out woman, but not the woman who bore your children?"

Seeing that Song Rong remained silent.

Lin Ping thought this tactic had worked.

He immediately lay back down on the ground.

Howling at the top of his lungs:

"The Song family's aunt came back to her parents' home to show off her power and bully me, an outsider."

Everyone come out and see! See how our married-out aunt has torn our family apart!

Song Xianglan stood to one side.

He watched coldly as Lin Ping threw a tantrum.

She slowly rolled up her sleeves, a cold smile playing on her lips.

"Since you keep saying I'm bullying people, if I don't bully you back, it would make me seem heartless and I'd be taking on this bad reputation for nothing."

Before he could finish speaking...

She took a few steps forward, stirring up a gust of wind.

Lin Ping was still yelling with her mouth wide open when suddenly everything went black.

"Snapped!"

That slap was delivered with full force.

Lin Ping's howling stopped abruptly.

The face, still streaked with tears, was instantly slapped to one side, and half of the cheek visibly swelled up.

The entire room fell silent.

In the past, whenever Lin Ping threw a tantrum...

The Song family was concerned about saving face.

No one dared to really do anything to her; they all coaxed and persuaded her.

Who would have thought.

These three aunts really did take action.

Song Xianglan didn't stop.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two more slaps followed, making Lin Ping's head shake wildly from side to side like a rattle drum.

Song Xianglan smiled and said:

"Since you say I'm bullying you, then I have to do it properly. These slaps will teach you a lesson, you long-tongued woman who spews filth."

"You...you really hit me?"

Lin Ping's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Song Xianglan slapped her again.

"Why pick an auspicious day to start a fight?"

Lin Ping howled, wanting to fight back.

He was kicked to the ground by Song Xianglan.

She turned around and looked at Boss Song.

"Big brother."

Song Xianglan's voice lowered:

"Can face feed you? You've lived your whole life just for this face."

Don't let one bad apple spoil the whole bunch. If our son can't stand up for himself, I think we're better off without him.

Song Rong was startled.

My aunt actually said... she doesn't even want him anymore?

Lin Ping, who was on the ground, realized that this was really going to get serious.

She resorted to her old trick again, kicking her legs wildly:

"Murder! I don't want to live anymore..."

Song Xianglan didn't even bother to glance at her.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of colorful fruit candies.

Song Xianglan shouted at the crowd watching the commotion at the entrance:

Whose kid has the loudest voice?

"I."

"I have a loud voice."

Several boys around eleven or twelve years old, their eyes gleaming with greed, rushed in.

Song Xianglan slipped a few candies into everyone's hands.

Pointing to Lin Ping on the ground, he said:

"He ran around the village with candy, shouting as he went: 'Lin Ping takes money and harms people, selling her cousin for one yuan.'"

We're not just going to shout it in our Songjiazhuang village.

It would be best to make a trip to Linjia Village next door.

Tell those families with daughters to never associate with Lin Ping, and to be wary of her family members, lest she sell them for money.

If someone sings well.

Next time I come, I'll bring some milk candy and cookies.

The children were astonished to hear that such a good thing was happening.

They could eat candy and cause trouble at the same time, and their little faces turned red with excitement.

"My maternal grandmother's family is from Linjia Village. I'll go and call them."

"I'm going too! I can run fast!"

Several children stuffed the candy into their pockets.

Before Lin Ping could react, she had already rushed out of the yard like a wild horse.

"Lin Ping took bribes to sell her cousin..."

"Selling a living person for one dollar..."

……

A youthful yet incredibly powerful shout.

The news spread throughout half the village in an instant.

Song Xianglan returned to the middle of the courtyard.

He smiled at Lin Ping, who was still in a daze:

"I'm paying out of my own pocket to promote your 'great achievements,' so don't be too grateful. I'm just someone who enjoys helping others."

Lin Ping's face turned deathly pale with fright.

If this gets back to her hometown village, how will she face people there?

Who would dare to marry into the Lin family in the future?

This is not just shameful, it's cutting off her family's future.

"You little brat, stop right there!"

Lin Ping scrambled to her feet, losing one of her shoes in the process, and ran barefoot after him.

"If anyone calls me that again, I'll tear their mouth apart."

But those seven or eight children had long since disappeared.

Only the shouts that rose and fell faded into the distance.

Hearing those shouts, Song Rong felt as if his face had been ripped off, thrown on the ground, and trampled on.

He moved his lips:

"Third Aunt, this... if word gets out, what will become of the Song family's reputation..."

"Snapped!"

Song Xianglan slapped Song Rong hard across the face.

This slap was even harder than the one that hit Lin Ping.

Song Xianglan pointed at his nose and scolded:

"From the day you insisted on marrying this thing into the family, the Song family lost all face."

"Is your pride more valuable than Tingting's life?"

Song Rong is a man who is 1.8 meters tall.

Her eyes were actually red.

Song Lao Er, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, was thoroughly enjoying himself and slapped his thigh:

"My third sister is fearless and fiery, even in her old age. That's the typical temperament of the Song family."

He had disliked his nephew for a long time.

"Actually, outsiders have been laughing their heads off behind your back. Brother, they're just not saying it outright because of you!"

Sister-in-law Song stood to one side.

Looking at the mess in the yard.

She took a deep breath, and made up her mind:

"What do you mean 'while parents are alive, the family shouldn't separate'? Our family should have separated long ago."

These words were spoken.

The previously somewhat oppressive atmosphere instantly changed.

Song Qiang's wife's eyes lit up.

She immediately chimed in, her smile absolutely radiant:

"Mom, after we separate the family property, you and Dad will live with us. I promise I'll take good care of you both."

Song Fei's wife was not to be outdone.

Hurry up and squeeze over:

"Why should I live with you? I should live with my youngest son. Mom, you should live with us."

Watching these two young daughters-in-law vying to take care of him in his old age.

Brother Song felt a mix of emotions.

He always thought that as long as he, as the father, kept things under control, the family could be reunited.

But now it seems...

Except for that useless eldest son, everyone else was eager to separate the family.

Song Rong really didn't want to separate the family.

He forced out a sentence in a muffled voice:

"Why separate the family? Even if we do separate, the parents should live with the eldest son..."

Song Qiang immediately interrupted him:

"My parents live with us. They love the food we cook, but they can't stand the sight of my sister-in-law's face."

Song Fei also added insult to injury:

"My parents love our cooking too!"

Sister-in-law Song saw that the time was almost right.

Quickly step in to smooth things over:

"Let's cook first. It's rare for our third sister to come back, we can't let her watch you argue on an empty stomach. We'll divide the family property tomorrow, after our third sister comes back."

Song Rong stomped her foot, turned around, and ran out to chase after Lin Ping.

No one stopped him.

Song Lao Si's wife stood at the gate of the courtyard, eating sunflower seeds.

My heart felt sour.

Song Xianglan is quite the troublemaker. Even though she's over fifty, she still manages to turn her eldest son's family upside down when she goes back to her parents' home.

To show off this show of power.

I saw Sister-in-law Song carrying a wooden bucket to the river to clean pig intestines.

Song Lao Si's wife spat out the melon seed shells.

Hurry up and grab it:

"Oh dear, how can I let my second sister-in-law do such dirty and tiring work? I'll wash it."

Song Ersao snatched the wooden bucket away.

He looked at her with a half-smile:

"Fourth brother's wife, I'm afraid you're too skilled; this bucket of pig intestines will shrink by half after you wash it. Let me do it; I'm good at this."

Song Lao Si's wife's thoughts were exposed.

I could only manage a couple of dry laughs:

"Second sister-in-law, you're really joking..."

The kitchen quickly became bustling with activity.

The older women in the Song family are all excellent cooks.

Song Xianglan was made to rest on a small stool next to the stove.

My second sister-in-law grabbed a handful of homemade roasted peanut brittle and gave it to her:

"Have something sweet to calm down."

Before long, a large table of delicious dishes was laid out on the table.

Braised pork with taro.

Fried oysters.

Stir-fried pork intestines with pickled cabbage.

There was also the stewed soybean and pig's trotter soup, so tender it practically fell off the bone, with bright green scallions floating on top of the milky white broth.

There were also several vegetable dishes and a carrot and egg stir-fry.

Song Laosi's wife ran home early to call for help, but her son, daughter-in-law, and daughter were too shy to come.

It's outrageous to say that more than a dozen people went there to freeload a meal.

She scolded him a few times, expressing her disappointment and frustration.

In the end, they only managed to bring their two young grandchildren.

Sister-in-law Song took three large bowls for serving soup.

He filled a large bowl to the brim with each of the main dishes on the table.

"Qiangzi, Feizi, deliver this to your second, third, and fourth uncles' houses."

Old Song looked ingratiating:

"Brother, why don't you take out that bottle of fine wine you've been saving for years and have a taste?"