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

Xiuhong shrank back into the corner, not daring to look at Dahua.

"Xiao Yan is a girl..."

"What's wrong with your daughter?" Da Hua interrupted her. "Sons are expensive now that they're grown up, so we send them back to eat the Nie family's food. Daughters are old enough to receive dowries, and you're clinging to them like this? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

Xiu's face flushed bright red as she vehemently defended herself:

"That's not how it is... Da Tian said that Wen Tao and the others are the fifth son and should go back to Nie Family Village. I... I also can't bear to part with them, but Da Tian is right, they need to acknowledge their ancestors and start families. They can't stay bachelors forever."

"Da Tian, ​​Da Tian. Even your man's farts smell good. You'd lick his poop a few times."

Da Hua laughed in exasperation.

"He complained that Wentao and Wenqiang were taking up space and affecting his son's chances of getting married, so you kicked your own son out? Is your heart made of stone?"

Xiuhong's tears fell even more rapidly.

"What can I do? If I don't send them out, Datian will argue with me. Besides, our family situation is what it is; we're so poor that even girls look down on us. We can't let Wentao and his brother both remain bachelors."

Erhua couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted:

"If your son can't stay a bachelor, send him back; you can keep your daughter for the dowry. This abacus bead just blew my mind."

"Xiao Yan is a piece of my flesh and blood, how could I, as her mother, not feel sorry for her?"

"I'll return my two sons to your Nie family, but my daughter must stay with me to support me in my old age. I raised her all these years, so it's only right that I receive some dowry to help support the family."

Song Xianglan sat to one side.

He looked at Xiuhong with a cold eye.

Wen Tao and Wen Qiang, who were standing next to him, had their heads down. The two young men were so thin that they were skin and bones, and their skin was tanned from years of farm work.

Song Xianglan looked at them.

Liu Yukun's face flashed through my mind.

Liu Yukun was also taken to her stepfather's house by her mother.

It's said that having a stepmother means having a stepfather.

In fact, with a stepfather, even a biological mother who has no say in the matter becomes a stepmother.

If a woman can't earn money on her own, she doesn't dare to utter a sound in that household and can only suffer the injustice of the children she gave birth to.

Xiuhong is that kind of person.

She lacked her own opinions her whole life, and dared not voice them when she encountered a domineering man.

Song Xianglan knew she couldn't expect a weak woman to change her personality overnight. "Xiuhong, you just said that Wentao and the others want to acknowledge their ancestors."

Xiuhong stopped crying and looked at Song Xianglan.

"Since it's about recognizing one's ancestors, the whole family should be together. Xiao Yan is also the fifth son's daughter. It doesn't make sense for the son to be recognized while the daughter is left to wander outside."

"Third Aunt, Xiaoyan can't leave." Xiuhong said anxiously.

"You have to go, whether you like it or not." Song Xianglan stared at her. "Fifth Brother appeared to you in your dream last night, asking you to send your son back. He definitely wants his daughter back too. Aren't you afraid he'll come looking for you to chat in the middle of the night?"

Xiuhong shuddered and turned pale.

Song Xianglan did not consult with her, but instead gave the order:

"Chunxia, ​​Dahua, you two, along with Xiaochuan, go back with her and bring Xiaoyan back."

Xiuhong became even more agitated; no matter how she tried, she couldn't understand these people.

Why should a woman embarrass a woman?

"Third Aunt, this really won't do. Da Tian will beat me to death. Matchmakers have already come to propose marriage. Xiao Yan is going to get married anyway, so it doesn't matter where she marries."

Song Xianglan's face turned cold.

"Xiuhong. What wouldn't you do for your own pleasure, to have food to eat in that family?"

"The child you had with Lao Wu is your own, and the child you had after your remarriage is also your own. You discarded the Wen Tao brothers as a burden, and now you want to drag Xiao Yan into this mess."

Xiuhong burst into tears.

"The Nie family will not make things difficult for you because they are grateful for your help in raising the child. If you don't want Xiao Yan's life to be ruined, then let her come back smoothly."

Song Xianglan offered a concession, saying, "If you feel you're at a disadvantage, Grandma Wentao will give you some compensation, just consider it a buyout of the years of child support."

Xiuhong's crying subsided.

He glanced up at Song Xiangmei.

"But if you keep clinging to Xiao Yan," Song Xianglan said, using both soft and hard tactics, "go out and ask around. See what kind of ruthless person I, Song the Pig Slaughterer, am."

I want you to be unable to live with Da Tian's family; it's just a matter of spending a little money.

"At that point, not only will you lose Xiaoyan's dowry, but they'll even bulldoze your crops. Do you believe me?"

Xiuhong couldn't say a word.

Song Xianglan ignored Xiuhong and turned to walk in front of Wentao and Wenqiang.

"Wen Tao," Song Xianglan said, looking at the tall man, "Nie Family Village will be your home from now on."

Wen Tao looked up, his eyes filled with confusion.

He was only a few years old when he left Niejiazhuang, and only a few blurry images remain in his memory.

Wen Qiang, who was standing next to him, had absolutely no recollection of this place.

"Are you willing to bring your sister back?" Song Xianglan asked.

Wentao glanced at his mother, who was squatting on the ground crying, and then at Dahua and Erhua, who were standing nearby looking fierce.

He clenched his fist.

"I'm willing." Wen Tao's voice trembled slightly. "I don't want her to stay there."

Wen Qiang nodded in agreement. "I also want my sister to come over."

The two brothers discovered that the living conditions in Niejiazhuang were good.

Even the town itself has more people and more luxurious houses than the town where my stepfather lived.

"Chunxia, ​​go and bring Xiaoyan back today."

"Third Aunt, we'll listen to you."

Nie Xiaochuan pushed the motorcycle out of the house.

"Third Aunt, I will definitely bring Xiaoyan back. If he tries anything bad with me, I'll tear his house down."

"No need to tear down the house. We're going to pick up the children and take them home, so we're in the right," Song Xianglan instructed. "When we get there, we'll be polite first, then firm. We're civilized people; if we encounter someone who's being unreasonable, we'll make sure they can't behave properly."

Chunxia got on the motorcycle.

Song Xianglan and Dahua lifted Xiuhong by the arm and pulled her onto the motorcycle.

After she got on the bus, Da Hua sat in the very back.

Nie Xiaochuan rode his motorcycle out.

The two brothers, Wentao and Wenqiang, watched him ride away on his motorcycle until he disappeared around the corner, then stood at the gate of the courtyard watching him.

Erhua brought out a bowl of vegetables from the kitchen. "Third Aunt, come inside and rest for a while. This round trip will take a whole day."

Song Xianglan turned and walked into the courtyard.

He sat down again at the stone table.

Erhua was washing vegetables by the well, her face full of worry. She said, "When Lao Wu was alive, he treated Xiuhong so well. He was so protective of her. How come she turned out like this after he passed away?"

"Poverty makes people lose their ambition." Song Xianglan looked at the distant mountains. "She couldn't hold her head up in that house. To please the man, she could only use her own child as a sacrifice."

Erhua bit her lip. "That Tang Datian is no good. Xiaoyan has suffered a lot of grievances following them."

Song Xiangmei was about to wipe away her tears again.

The eldest sister never had her own ideas when faced with problems; she always listened to others.

"I'm sorry to Lao Wu."

"Sister, stop crying. Go get the cloth I brought and make some clothes for your two grandsons."

Song Xianglan was most afraid of Song Xiangmei, who was in the water, shedding tears.

It just keeps going on and on, like the rainy season.