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

Song Xianglan and Liu Yidao arrived at his house.

Liu Yidao went inside. "Aren't you coming in?"

Song Xianglan leaned against the door frame, blocking most of the light.

"The smell is awful. I have to go home and cook after I get the money."

Liu Yidao wasn't annoyed and turned to go into the inner room.

A short while later, he came out holding a stack of ten-yuan notes.

"Old Song, give me a little something. You'll have to call me again for these kinds of good things in the future."

Song Xianglan accepted the money.

After counting the money, he stuffed it into his inner pocket.

Song Xianglan spoke in a calm tone:

"Take my advice and go to the credit union to open a savings account and deposit some money."

Don't expect those apprentices to support you in your old age; slaughtering pigs is just a physically demanding job.

In a few years, we'll all be old and useless.

Having money in hand makes you feel less anxious.

Liu Yidao was taken aback; he really hadn't thought of that.

Most of my relatives live overseas.

During the most difficult times, relatives would send foreign exchange back from Southeast Asia to help us out.

He's the type to live for the moment.

Listening to Song Xianglan's nagging, his competitive spirit, which stemmed from being looked down upon by women, resurfaced.

I felt even more that this woman was very perceptive.

He steeled himself and gritted his teeth, saying:

"I'll open a savings account too. Once I've saved enough capital, I can start a small business."

Song Xianglan did not respond.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure flashing by at the alley entrance.

Chen Xiuqin shrank back, like a mouse that had just smelled fish.

She couldn't be bothered with Chen Xiuqin's petty thoughts and walked straight towards the slaughterhouse, not even sparing a glance at the alley entrance.

Chen Xiuqin, hiding in the corner, felt her heart pounding.

She felt incredibly lucky today.

Not only did they extort a huge sum of money from the Wang family, they also caught Song Xianglan having an affair.

Chen Xiuqin has stopped showing off at her parents' home; her top priority now is to go back.

As long as we hold this leverage.

In the future, every penny that Song Xianglan earns will have to obediently become hers.

Song Xianglan had just arrived at the entrance of Xiaoquan Brigade Village.

The wheels hadn't come to a complete stop yet.

Then the ugly woman grabbed him and pulled him back from the seat.

Liu Chounu pulled Song Xianglan aside and recounted, with embellishments, what had happened in the fields that day.

Song Xianglan listened.

He gave a cold laugh, as if suddenly realizing something.

"I told you Chen Xiuqin went to the commune because she had a few extra dollars in her pocket and was itching to get them."

The ugly woman pouted.

A look of schadenfreude on his face:

"It's really lively over at the Wang family's place right now, it's absolutely noisy. The whole village is there watching a show, do you want to go?"

Song Xianglan: "Look, why don't you look?"

"It would be such a shame to miss such a spectacular show."

She rode her bike home first.

Shen Huijun was sitting on a small stool picking vegetables.

Song Xianglan took down the two large, meaty bones that were hanging on the handlebars.

Hand it over:

"Huijun, save these two bones for soup tonight."

Shen Huijun took the bone, smiling gently:

"Mom, Zhang Haiyan just brought over two jin of clams and four fresh bigeye fish."

"I'll cook sweet potato porridge for lunch."

Song Xianglan made the arrangements efficiently.

"Stir-fried clams with ginger and scallions, pan-fried dried bigeye croaker, perfect with congee."

Shen Huijun looked at her mother-in-law, her face slightly flushed.

"Mom, I've been eating too well these days, I've gained weight."

"Being a little chubby is good; it brings good fortune."

Song Xianglan couldn't help but reach out and tidy up her stray hairs. "My Xiangdong is so lucky to have married such a beautiful wife like you."

Shen Huijun lowered her head in embarrassment:

"Mom, you're teasing me again."

Song Xianglan suddenly slapped her forehead, her eyes instantly turning sharp:

"You stay home and cook, I have to go see what's going on. I heard Wang Dahai and Zhang Yujuan are fighting at home, and it's almost gotten to the point of someone dying."

These words were spoken.

Yang Dashan, who had been lying in the small house groaning, ignored his bruises and stumbled out.

"What did you say? They're fighting?"

"How dare that beast Wang Dahai?"

Song Xianglan crossed her arms and looked down at the disheveled Yang Dashan.

Full of mockery:

"It's none of your business if the couple is fighting. If you feel sorry for them, go and break them up. It'll be a good opportunity for the whole village to see your sentimental side."

Yang Dashan's face turned red and white as he was rebuked.

If he goes now, it will confirm his status as a lover, and he'll get another beating.

He turned away dejectedly.

He limped back into the house.

Song Xianglan turned and left the house, heading straight for the Wang family.

We haven't even entered the Wang family's courtyard yet.

Then I heard people crying and wailing inside.

Zhang Yujuan had her hair disheveled and was clutching a hemp rope in her hand.

I stepped onto a wobbly square stool.

Throw the rope loop onto the roof beam.

"I can't go on living."

Zhang Yujuan's voice was harsh:

"Anyone else can throw dirty water on me, but you two are trying to drive me to my death. I've worked like a slave for this family, and in the end, I'm despised by my own family."

"Meifang, don't expect men to cherish you."

He married you only to continue the family line.

Wang Dahai married me and said he would treat me well for the rest of his life.

He then went out to sea, leaving me alone at home to be tormented by my mother-in-law.

Wang Dahai was both anxious and angry:

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

Zhang Yujuan stretched her neck into the noose, her eyes filled with despair.

"I know you've been on the ship for years and seen many beautiful women outside, so you've long since grown tired of me, this old hag."

They definitely want me to make room for the new person.

"Fine, I'll grant your wish. But I'm heartbroken. The son I raised has turned out to be a spineless ingrate who believes everything he hears."

Wang Cong knelt on the ground.

Driven to the brink of madness by her own mother, she burst into tears.

"Mom! I was wrong. Please get down!"

Mei Fang held her grandson Rongbao tightly as they stood at the base of the wall.

She knew exactly what was going on.

She had witnessed her mother-in-law's affair with Yang Dashan several times.

But if she were to say it now, she would be a sinner.

The courtyard was filled with villagers watching the spectacle.

Everyone loves watching plays.

Some people started a disturbance:

"Aunt Yujuan, is that rope strong enough? Don't let it break when you hang it up."

"Hang it up already! We've been yelling for ages, and we haven't even kicked the bench yet."

"Do you really think we're fools?"

The discussions grew louder and louder, leaving Zhang Yujuan in a difficult position.

She only wanted to scare the father and son and let the matter drop, but who knew these villagers would be so mean-spirited.

She steeled her heart and closed her eyes.

He suddenly pushed off with his toes.

He kicked the stool over.

"Yujuan".

Wang Dahai was terrified.

He rushed forward and grabbed Zhang Yujuan's legs tightly, lifting her up.

Several brave villagers nearby rushed over to help untie the ropes.

After a flurry of activity...

Zhang Yujuan was released.

She started throwing a tantrum while lying in Wang Dahai's arms, punching and kicking him.

She was crying so hard she could barely breathe.

Finally, his eyes rolled back.

His body went limp, and he fainted.

"Yujuan, what's wrong? Don't scare me."

Wang Dahai was now completely panicked.

He was holding his wife and wailing.

"Don't crowd around, let them get some fresh air."

Song Xianglan strode in.

She walked up to Zhang Yujuan, who was unconscious, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

Pretending to faint?

These are all tricks I used to know.

"Wang Dahai, shaking like this won't help. You need to pinch his philtrum."

Before Wang Dahai could react, Song Xianglan squatted down.

"Let me do it, I'm strong."

Done.

She reached out and aimed at Zhang Yujuan's philtrum.

Pinch hard.

The nails dug deep into the flesh.

"what……"

Zhang Yujuan jumped up as if she had been electrocuted.

He let out a bloodcurdling scream, clutching his lips and trembling in pain.

Song Xianglan slowly stood up and said with a smile:

"See, she's awake now, isn't she? My old-fashioned method really works."