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

The Wang father and son seemed to have been woken up by a bucket of cold water.

My heart skipped a beat.

Going to the commune with gongs and drums?

Is it like using a megaphone to broadcast Zhang Yujuan's story to the entire surrounding area?

The villagers who were watching the commotion also felt that things had gone too far.

Someone couldn't help but speak up and offer advice:

"Xiuqin, isn't it a bad idea to go all the way to the commune banging drums and wailing? Isn't this just driving Aunt Yujuan to her death?"

"Zhang Yujuan is very concerned about her reputation, so she doesn't care whether this kind of thing actually happened or not."

"If this gets out, it will be most harmful to women. How can they face anyone after this?"

"The key is that no one was caught in the act. If something like this gets out of hand without evidence, it will be hard to handle."

Even the kind-hearted old man sighed:

"Chen Xiuqin, leave some room for maneuver. You can't take someone's life."

Chen Xiuqin rolled her eyes.

He sneered repeatedly.

"Was it my fault? It was her own husband and that ungrateful son she raised who caused it."

I cursed him as a wild fox.

Even the widow at the east end of the village didn't say a word, and no one was seen jumping into the well.

What are those two feeling guilty about? If Zhang Yujuan really died, she'd die of shame, and even the King of Hell would accuse those two idiots.

This statement contains a toxic principle.

Wang Dahai's face turned deathly pale; he truly regretted it.

This commotion only made things worse.

He gritted his teeth and pulled out a ten-yuan note from his pocket.

My hands were trembling as I pinched my nose.

"Here's ten yuan, let's call it a day!"

"Ten yuan?"

Chen Xiuqin started counting on her fingers:

My father-in-law and Jianjun are both strong laborers.

This injury will take a hundred days to heal; if we miss out on work points, the whole family will starve.

Even the wind from heaven can't reach our stove.

She turned her head and shouted at the crowd:

"Third Uncle, can I borrow your flatbed cart? I'll push Grandpa and Jianjun to the commune right now."

Upon hearing this, Captain Wang Jianguo...

My head is about to explode.

If this gets taken to the commune, will we still be able to claim the title of advanced collective at the end of the year?

"Chen Xiuqin! Say less."

Wang Jianguo roared with a dark expression.

They turned their attention to the brainless Wang Dahai.

"Wang Dahai, you're a grandfather now, can't you think before you act?"

Several of Old Wang's relatives nearby saw this.

I couldn't help but mutter to myself:

"Dahai is really unlucky. His wife was slept with by someone else, and after beating up the adulterer, he still has to pay compensation. What kind of situation is this?"

The voice was not loud.

It just happened to slip into Chen Xiuqin's ear.

Chen Xiuqin raised an eyebrow and laughed so hard she was practically shaking with joy.

With a slight smile, he stared at the relatives who were speaking:

"Oh, judging from your voices, did you see them sleeping with your own eyes? Did you take their underwear or stuff them under the covers?"

Those people choked.

He stammered and couldn't speak.

"Just spouting nonsense without any real substance."

Chen Xiuqin's voice suddenly rose, and she pointed at the noses of those people, cursing:

"Isn't it just because Aunt Yujuan is pretty and lives a more comfortable life than you that you Wang family members are feeling sour and jealous?"

Her eyes darted around.

He pointed to Wang Cong, who was squatting on the ground.

The tone was full of provocation:

"Wang Cong, use your pig brain and think about it. Who was it that first told you this?"

Are they from the Wang family? Your mother is raising you with all her money and won't lend them any. They're just jealous and want to use you to ruin your mother's reputation and break up your family.

These words.

That's absolutely infuriating.

The Wang family members were furious.

Wang Cong suddenly looked up.

It's true that Old Wang's family said his mother was immoral.

Wang Cong had a mental breakdown.

She covered her face, squatted on the ground, and wailed loudly.

"Mom! I'm so sorry."

Wang Dahai realized what was going on.

His brothers are always trying to take advantage of others and never pay back the money they borrow. This time, they're probably deliberately causing trouble!

"So it was you bunch of bastards who stabbed me in the back."

Wang Dahai's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Those relatives were so angry they ground their back teeth to powder.

He cursed Chen Xiuqin's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart, but dared not provoke her at this moment, so he could only slink back.

After repeated mediation by Captain Wang Jianguo, who had worn his lips out from talking so much,

The final compensation was set at 35 yuan.

Both sides offered each other perfunctory apologies.

Yang Dashan took the wad of money and counted it twice, licking his lips.

Chen Xiuqin was already planning how to squeeze more money out of the Wang family next time.

This money came too easily.

It's a hundred times better than working in the fields!

Yang Dashan and his son Yang Jianjun limped home, their bodies covered in bruises, wincing in pain.

The atmosphere changed immediately as soon as I entered the house and closed the door.

Chen Xiuqin stared at Yang Dashan.

"Dad, this is compensation I got with my own skills, I want the lion's share. I want 25, and you and Jianjun each get five yuan."

"fart!"

"It's us, Laozi and Jianjun, who got beaten up. You didn't even get a scratch, so why should you take the lion's share?"

Chen Xiuqin argued her case based on reason:

"If I didn't step in, would you have gotten the money? You'd be beaten to death by now!"

The two argued like fighting cocks for a long time.

Finally, Yang Dashan counted out 20 yuan and threw it to her:

"You can keep Jianjun's share; consider it saving him. The remaining five dollars are for your hard work in taking care of me. Don't be ungrateful!"

Chen Xiuqin looked at the 20 yuan in her hand.

I was so angry I could have teeth itched.

That old geezer, a penny-pincher.

"Alright! Give me two yuan, I'll go to the commune to buy some pork and tofu to help you guys recover, okay?"

Yang Dashan didn't even lift his eyelids, and stingily pulled out a one-yuan bill and threw it over:

"One dollar's worth of pork is enough. Don't try to squeeze a penny more out of me."

Chen Xiuqin picked up the one yuan and gritted her teeth.

Okay, one piece it is!

She turned and went out the door.

After buying the meat, I planned to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a box of pastries so I could show them off to my sister-in-law who looked down on me and make her drool!

Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang, those two mischievous boys, saw that their mother was about to go out.

They immediately clung to it.

Clinging to his leg and refusing to let go.

"Mom, we want to go."

Chen Xiuqin clutched the 20 yuan of her secret stash in her hand.

In a good mood.

I find my two sons much more agreeable now:

"Come on! Mom will treat you to some delicious food and drinks!"

The mother and her two children arrived at the commune with great pride and high spirits.

Chen Xiuqin was someone who knew how to enjoy life, so she headed straight for the state-run restaurant.

First, they ordered three bowls of steaming hot rice noodle soup, one golden and crispy fried dough stick for each person, and a pan-fried bun with dripping oil.

Dazhuang ate with his mouth full of oil, looking like a starving ghost reincarnated, chewing and mumbling incoherently:

"Mom, it's so delicious! I want more milk candy, fried dates, rice cakes..."

At this moment, Chen Xiuqin was overflowing with the aura of a loving mother.

She wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth with a smile:

"Buy it! As long as you're good, Mom will buy you anything!"

Chen Xiuqin led her two sons toward the supply and marketing cooperative.

I had just reached the entrance of the alley.

Erzhuang, who had been looking around, suddenly stopped and pointed ahead:

"Huh? That's Grandma."

Chen Xiuqin was startled and stared intently in the direction the two strong fingers were pointing.

Song Xianglan was walking side by side with a man.

The man was burly and strong, dressed in a neat set of work clothes, and looked very powerful.

Song Xianglan, that old pious woman who always had a cold face towards everyone.

She was smiling broadly, and occasionally turned her head to talk to the man.

The two of them lurched.

I walked into a quiet alleyway to the side.

Chen Xiuqin's eyes widened instantly, her heart pounding.

This old woman actually has a lover outside?

No wonder they've been so assertive lately.

It turns out they'd already found someone else.

Chen Xiuqin felt she had found the key to wealth.

If we can find something to hold against her, Song Xianglan will have to hand over all the money she has.

"Dazhuang, keep an eye on your little brother, and don't make a sound!"

Chen Xiuqin lowered her voice and gave a word of advice, her eyes gleaming with greed and excitement. She crouched down, like a cat that had caught a whiff of blood, and quietly followed them.