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

Grandma Zhou's chest heaved violently.

She raised her hand, intending to slap Erbao across the face.

He raised his hand halfway through the air, then abruptly stopped.

No, Zhou Fang is the big boss now, she has to win over these two grandsons today.

She suppressed her anger.

His eyes darted around, and he changed his tone to one of concern.

"I am your father's mother and your grandmother. If you are not filial, you will be struck by lightning."

"Why didn't your dad come back? Did he just let you two kids run around like that?"

Grandma Zhou craned her neck to look at Song Xianglan's house.

To continue:

"Give your dad a call. I've asked someone to find him a good family. The young lady in town is at least ten years younger than him. She's hardworking and has a good temper. We're just waiting for your dad to come back so he can take a look."

Erbao's face turned cold.

He picked up the luggage bag from the ground.

"We have a mother. You don't need to worry about her."

"My father's affairs are none of your business."

"Brother, let's go." Erbao called out.

The two brothers turned and headed towards Song Xianglan's house.

He walked quickly, ignoring Old Mrs. Zhou who was jumping up and down behind him.

The two brothers ran all the way back to Song Xianglan's courtyard.

"Didn't you leave your luggage at home? Why are you all back again?" Song Xianglan was picking soybeans with a winnowing basket when she saw the two of them running in, covered in sweat. She quickly put down her work and stood up.

There's someone sitting in front of my house.

Da Bao wiped the sweat from his forehead, panting with anger, "She insisted that she was our biological grandmother, and kept scolding my mother for being unruly."

"She's even going to introduce my dad to someone ten years younger than him."

Erbao threw his bag on the ground and angrily replied, "We found it annoying, so we came back without even opening the door."

"You guys are playing in the yard."

Song Xianglan put down the winnowing basket. "I want to see what kind of medicine she's selling."

She strode out of the courtyard and headed straight for the Zhou family compound.

I saw that Old Mrs. Zhou was still sitting on the threshold, slapping her thigh and wiping away tears with her sleeve.

Grandma Zhou is now living a life that feels like an eternity in the old courtyard.

None of his sons and daughters-in-law are filial.

She can't do heavy work, and she has to be mindful of her daughter-in-law's attitude even to get a hot meal.

Even a slight complaint is met with a rebuttal.

Sitting in the cold wind, she truly remembered the good days when Zhou Fang was at home.

Back then, Zhou Fang worked the hardest, and all the money he earned was handed over to her so she could do whatever she wanted with it.

Zhou Fang's uncle would send money back every now and then.

Her daughters-in-law were exceptionally filial to her.

"It's one thing to get old, but why become a demon?" Song Xianglan stood three steps away, hands on her hips, cursing loudly. "Your throat is like your asshole, you poop right after you eat."

It's always baring its fangs and brandishing its hooves. Even a wild boar wouldn't want to put you in its den; your teeth are too strong. A useless piece of trash that only gets older but never develops any brains.

"All you ever think about is getting something for nothing. Your rectum must be stuffed into your brain. A stray dog's burp means you've eaten too much shit; your mouth sounds like a manure truck exploding."

Grandma Zhou was startled.

When he looked up and saw Song Xianglan, tears welled up in his eyes instantly.

"I'm sitting on the threshold of my son's house, what's it to you?" Old Mrs. Zhou stood up, leaning against the wall, and retorted.

"Stop being so disgusting. If you want to cry, go back to your own home. You need to know yourself better. You're selfish, narrow-minded, morally corrupt, cunning, lazy, greedy, and ignorant—you old geezer are all of those traits."

"Zhou Fang is getting married at the end of the year. Don't bring him bad luck. Money is just a number to me, but you can see it but can't touch it."

Grandma Zhou didn't even have time to wipe away her tears.

"You are so vicious! He is my son who crawled out of my intestines. You can't stand to see me doing well and you want to break up our family."

After saying that, he hurriedly asked:

What's the happy occasion?

"Marriage!" Song Xianglan uttered the two words crisply and decisively.

"The bride is a very good person. You'd better put away your wicked thoughts. As for whether your family breaks up or not, that's none of my business."

Grandma Zhou was so anxious she was jumping up and down.

"Why didn't he tell me, his own mother, about his marriage? I was even planning to introduce him to my distant niece from my maternal family."

"Give me a break!" Song Xianglan scoffed mercilessly, her eyes full of contempt.

"Don't you know what kind of evil relatives you have on your mother's side? They're a whole bunch of money-grubbing vampires."

Back when Zhou Fang was struggling financially, did any of you lend a hand? Now that she's successful, you're all fawning over her like lapdogs.

Song Xianglan took a step forward.

"Get out of here right now. If you dare sit at the door wailing and provoke those two kids again, I'll throw manure at you right now."

When Grandma Zhou met Song Xianglan's fierce gaze, she knew she couldn't gain the upper hand.

Song Xianglan was addicted to splashing excrement.

Yang Dashan's grave has been vandalized for several years.

She lowered her head, spat, and slunk away quickly along the wall.

Watching Grandma Zhou's figure disappear around the corner, Song Xianglan turned her gaze away and walked back.

"Great-aunt."

Two little girls with pigtails suddenly ran out from the other end.

Gao Erying held Gao Sanying's hand tightly.

The two sisters were panting heavily from running.

"Great-aunt, is Aunt Fu home?" Gao Sanying asked, her face flushed, a thin layer of sweat on her nose.

Song Xianglan's tense expression instantly relaxed, replaced by a kind smile.

"She's at home. She's eating milk candy." Song Xianglan walked up to her.

"We've come to play with Aunt Fu." Gao Erying tugged at the hem of her half-new clothes, her eyes sparkling.

"Come on, let's go inside and play."

Song Xianglan, holding Er Ying's hand in one hand and San Ying's hand in the other, turned around and entered her own courtyard.

The sun was gradually setting in the west.

As the year draws to a close, the chimneys of every household in Qingyang County are busier than usual.

The thick smoke drifted away with the cold wind.

The aroma of fried pork ribs, fried ribbonfish, fried meatballs, fried radish balls, fried taro, and sweet potatoes filled the air.

Lively sounds could be heard from the courtyards of every household.

Er Ying and San Ying ran into the yard, panting heavily.

"Aunt Fu! Uncle You!"

The two little girls' clear voices echoed in the courtyard.

Fu Bao and You Bao were sitting upright on the threshold of the main room.

Fu Bao was holding a red tin box with gold flowers in her arms.

Youbao's cheeks were bulging from the candy.

Although the two are young.

Yet she perfectly captured the demeanor of an elder.

"Come here." Fu Bao beckoned and handed over the tin box. "Have some bear cookies."

Er Ying and San Ying's eyes lit up. They went over and each took a piece, holding it in their hands, reluctant to bite into it directly. They stuck out their tongues and carefully licked it.

Youbao swallowed the candy in his mouth and couldn't stay on the doorstep any longer.

He jumped down and stared at the chicken coop in the corner of the yard, which was surrounded by bamboo strips.

"I'm going to catch some chicks to play with!" Youbao ran off excitedly.

He was small, so he squeezed into the chicken coop through the hole between two bamboo strips.

There was a sudden commotion in the chicken coop.

The chicks were so frightened that they chirped and ran around in all directions.

The old hen flapped her wings to block Youbao, clucking as she tried to shoo him away.

Youbao opened her two little hands and lunged left and right to block.

Finally, he lay down on the ground, grabbed a yellow chick by the belly, and stuffed it into his arms.

"Caught one!"

Youbao's cheeks flushed with joy.

He didn't rush out; his eyes immediately fell on another one. "I want to catch another one and make them my friends."

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, a noise came from the chicken coop overhead.

A large rooster with bright red plumage and its tail held high flapped its wings and jumped down.

When the rooster saw someone trespassing on its territory, it crowed twice and landed directly on Youbao's shoulder.

Youbao was so frightened that he dared not move and turned to look at the rooster.

The rooster sticks its rear end out.

With a soft plop, a glob of hot, yellowish-white chicken droppings landed precisely on Youbao's cotton-padded jacket collar, trickling down the fabric.

After defecating, the rooster used Youbao's shoulder for leverage, flapped its wings, and flew out of the chicken coop, strolling around the yard.

Youbao was stunned for a few seconds.

A foul, fishy odor assaulted my nose.

He looked down at the filth on his collar, his mouth agape, and then he let out a loud wail.

Youbao crawled out of the hole in the chicken coop using both his hands and feet.

She even let go of the chick in her arms.

"Grandma! Grandma!"

Youbao cried with tears streaming down her face, pointing at the rooster in the yard and jumping up and down, "I'm going to eat this disobedient rooster. It pooped on me."