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

"What is this?" Widow Wang pinched it.

Something thin.

"Good stuff." Liu Dahua lowered her voice. "It just arrived from the new city. I specially took it back to wash it clean for you and sun-dried it for a whole day. It's clean and you can wear it without worry."

Widow Wang untied the paper package, picked up the two thin pieces of red cloth inside, and her face instantly turned bright red.

"Liu Dahua. What kind of cloth strips are you holding?" Widow Wang quickly rolled them up and stuffed them into the quilt.

This thing can't hold up. It's just two thin straps.

The situation below was even worse, with two thin straps connected together.

"City people love wearing these," Liu Dahua said mysteriously. "Wear this tonight on your wedding night. Zhao Shengli won't be able to take his eyes off you. Don't be ungrateful; I paid for it."

"Let me tell you, it's much more expensive than yours. You finally found a man to settle down with, don't you want something different for your wedding night?"

"You were young when you got married, you looked good whether you wore clothes or not."

"My face is rough now, and my body has changed. If I don't do something fancy, I'll really just be living together as a couple."

Widow Wang blushed. "It's just about living together."

"I'm telling you, you old fool. Zhao Shengli is a man who has never been married. You can trust me."

Widow Wang: "You wore it too?"

Liu Dahua inwardly grumbled, "What kind of conditions did we have back then? Besides, I'm no match for Widow Wang in age." But in order to trick Widow Wang into changing her clothes, she deliberately nodded.

"Yes. I only told you because it was effective."

Widow Wang was also tempted, "Then... shall I give it a try?"

"We have to try."

"Unlock the door," came Song Xianglan's voice from outside.

Liu Dahua quickly went to open the door.

Song Xianglan was followed by Liu Chounu and Liu Chunhua.

"Sister Xianglan." Widow Wang stood up to greet her.

Song Xianglan took out a thick, large red envelope from her bag.

"Take it," Song Xianglan said. "It's a wedding gift."

The ugly woman placed a pair of large red silk pillows and a red envelope that she was holding on the bed.

"I'm not good with words, I can't say anything nice. My red envelope definitely won't be as thick as Lanlan's." Liu Chounu patted the pillow, "I wish you a long and happy marriage. May your days be warm and loving."

Liu Chunhua also took out a red envelope and handed it over.

"You're too kind," Widow Wang said, her eyes reddening.

Several people were talking.

A piercing howl suddenly came from the courtyard outside.

"My poor son, you died young."

The expressions of the people inside the room changed.

Song Xianglan snorted coldly, turned around, opened the door, and walked out.

It's still more than ten meters away from the yard.

Widow Wang's former mother-in-law was sitting on the ground, slapping her thighs and howling.

"You died such a tragic death! Your wife and children remarried and abandoned you. My poor son!" the old woman wailed.

Zhao Shengli hesitated to act because it was an auspicious day.

Zhao Yuan was so angry that she trembled all over and grabbed a broom, ready to hit him.

Song Xianglan grabbed Zhao Yuan's shoulder.

He pulled her behind him.

She walked a few steps to the old woman.

"Auntie, why are you crying so loudly? Do you miss your dead son?" Song Xianglan said coolly.

The old woman looked up and glared at Song Xianglan.

"Just say you miss him." Song Xianglan crossed her arms. "Want to go down and be with him? There's a rope in the yard, a cleaver in the kitchen, a crooked tree on the back hill, and the village is by the sea. Choose one, and the whole village can have a feast in a few days."

"Song Xianglan! What heartless things are you saying?" The old woman angrily got up from the ground. "She's my daughter-in-law, and I'm the grandmother of these children. She took my own grandchildren and remarried; what's wrong with me interfering?"

"You have absolutely no right to tell me what to do."

"Your own son died, leaving behind several crying children. Have you ever fed them a single meal? Have you ever given them a single grain of rice?"

You, my own grandmother, who's related to me by blood, run away faster than a rabbit when trouble comes. Now that Juhong has finally made it through and has someone to help raise the child, you come here to cause trouble?

The old woman stuck her neck out.

"Those are people from my Wang family!"

Song Xianglan nodded. "You want to take charge, right? Your surviving sons and your eldest grandson are all working in my factory now, aren't they?"

The old woman's face stiffened.

The arrogance in his eyes instantly diminished by half.

Her son and daughter-in-law warned her yesterday.

"If you think your sons are living too comfortably, just say so now."

Song Xianglan's words struck at the other party's weak points: "I'll go to the factory first thing tomorrow morning and fire all of them."

People from all around here looking for work line up all the way to the town.

"It doesn't matter who I hire to work; it's not like I won't pay them. My factory will keep running even without you Wang family members."

"You...you dare to use this to pressure me..." The old woman's legs went a little weak.

"You'll see if I dare."

Song Xianglan's eyes hardened. "You old fool, if you dare to make another sound at this wedding banquet today, I'll send Juhong to the pig farm tomorrow to fetch two buckets of manure."

"Bury your dead son's grave."

"What a piece of trash! He married a wife but didn't give her a single good day before kicking the bucket. He's dead, so what? He left behind a mess to clean up."

His parents and siblings are a whole bunch of ungrateful wretches. People like that are too good to be true; they'd take up too much space even if buried. I told Juhong to dig up his bones and make rotten manure. At least they'd be of some use.

"If Juhong is having a hard time, then your Wang family will also be miserable. Let's all unite and die together."

Deathly silence.

Even Lin Fang, who was cooking at the stove, stopped using her spatula.

"You...you've done something terrible." The old woman's lips trembled.

"I don't commit sins, I do good." Song Xianglan raised her chin. "Are you getting out or not?"

The old woman, who had been holding back a bellyful of vicious words, was completely stunned by these harsh words that even the dead would be dug up and used to make dung.

Although she is old.

He usually likes to throw tantrums and act out.

But she didn't want to die, and she was even more afraid that her grandchildren would lose their high-paying jobs at the factory because of her.

If she loses her job, her son and daughter-in-law will tear her apart when they get back.

The old woman glared hatefully at Zhao Shengli's yard.

He turned around and slunk away, still muttering curses under his breath, calling Ju Hong a scumbag and a fickle woman who couldn't stay faithful.

The old woman disappeared in a flash.

Zhao Shengli was filled with gratitude.

"Sister Song, thank you so much today. Otherwise, she would have really ruined this joyous occasion."

"You can't reason with this kind of scoundrel. If you try to reason with her, she'll throw a tantrum. Just put a knife to her throat, and she'll behave like a madwoman."

"That was a satisfying scolding." Liu Chounu walked over. "Lanlan, you're a master at dealing with scoundrels, you're effective every time."

The atmosphere in the courtyard became lively again.

Ah Jin disassembled the firecrackers.

It hangs on the tree branch by the courtyard gate.

"The food's ready!" Lin Fang shouted from the stove.

The first main dish, braised pork knuckle with taro, was served.

Zhao Shengli turned and went into the house, pulling Widow Wang out with him. Widow Wang was shy and followed behind with her head down.

Xiaoxia and Zhao Yuan each supported him.

Let's all sit down.

There aren't many formalities; it's all about having a lively and down-to-earth atmosphere.

Zhao Shengli picked up his glass and poured a full glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

He walked over to Song Xianglan's table, holding a wine glass in both hands.

"Sister Song, I'll drink this glass. I owe everything I have today to you." Zhao Shengli tilted his head back and downed the glass of wine.

Everyone enjoyed the meal.

After several rounds of drinks...

Liu Yidao, holding a wine glass, stood up unsteadily, his big face full of wrinkles from smiling.

"Old Song, I have to toast you with this drink too." Liu Yidao hiccuped. "Don't let your fierce appearance fool you, your words are as sharp as a razor."

But you have such a good eye; you always manage to match couples up.

"When it's your turn, go straight for the worst man in town. You're sacrificing yourself for the benefit of all women!"

The people at the table paused for a second.

The ugly woman burst into loud, raucous laughter.

Song Xianglan didn't even lift her eyelids, peeling a peanut in her hand.

"Liu Yidao, if you lick your lips right now, you could poison yourself instantly." Song Xianglan tossed a peanut into her mouth, glanced at Liu Chounu, and said, "What are you laughing at? What's so great about your old man? No, let's not say he's bad; at least he's a human being."

Upon hearing this, Old Lin, who was sitting next to him, hurriedly retorted:

"Song Xianglan, I don't like hearing that. Haven't I been good enough to that ugly woman? She's the one who makes all the decisions at home, inside and out. She's in charge of everything."