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

Song Xianglan, who was lost in her dreams of getting rich, immediately looked dejected.

The way he looked at me was like I was an idiot.

"Dahua, your wretched son can't even speak properly, he just covers his mouth with a dung bucket, and when he opens his mouth it's like he's spewing filth."

Song Xianglan pointed to the pillar's simple-minded face.

"He's just as clueless as your mother-in-law who only spews nonsense."

Zhu Zi was stunned by the scolding.

I was just about to scratch my head and say something in my defense.

Unexpectedly, even his own mother, Liu Dahua, turned hostile.

Liu Dahua is very confident now.

He kicked the pillar in the calf.

"The worst thing I've ever done is to give birth to a thing like you."

"You spineless coward, just seeing you makes me angry. Go back to your room and sleep, and don't block my way!"

Zhu Zi was filled with doubt.

Ever since my mother lost her means of earning a living, she has been frowning all the time.

Why do I look like a hen that's set off firecrackers today?

So much energy?

But he didn't dare ask.

He pinched his nose and slunk back into the house.

Song Xianglan was pedaling a tricycle.

back home.

"Tingting! Huijun! Come out and move some things!"

Song Tingting and Shen Huijun immediately ran out upon hearing the commotion.

Their eyes lit up when they saw the truckload of goods.

Chen Xiuqin rubbed her sleepy eyes and came closer.

"Mom, what good stuff did you bring back? Why does it smell like the sea?"

Her dark hand was about to reach into the sack.

With lightning speed, Song Xianglan retaliated with an invincible iron palm strike, shoving it directly onto Chen Xiuqin's round face.

Chen Xiuqin slumped down on the threshold.

"What are you doing out here? Is that something you can touch?" Song Xianglan glared down at her.

Chen Xiuqin's skin is as thick as a city wall.

He said sheepishly, "Mom, I was just looking, I wasn't stealing any food."

"This family, shouldn't they share the good stuff?"

Song Xianglan sneered:

"I'll go to the outhouse and give you a hot meal. It'll fill you up, and it won't cost you anything."

Done.

She slammed the door to the main room shut with a "bang".

It almost pinched Chen Xiuqin's nose.

Chen Xiuqin was so angry that she gritted her teeth and spat through the door, but she didn't dare to force her way in.

Dazhuang and Erzhuang, who were inside the house, heard the noise.

He scurried out, looking rather cowardly.

The two little ones were so thin that their chins were pointed, their clothes were filthy, and they even had dried, hardened snot crusts on their noses.

Where was the adorable little girl that Song Xianglan used to tidy up for them?

Dazhuang saw the net bag that Song Xianglan was carrying.

With sharp eyes, he spotted the candy wrapper inside and immediately rushed over to hug Song Xianglan's leg:

"Grandma! Give me a piece of candy."

Song Xianglan shook her leg in disgust, shoving Dazhuang away:

"There's sugary chicken droppings in the chicken coop, do you want some?"

Da Zhuang pouted and yelled:

"You're a bad grandma. Grandma is much nicer to us than Grandma. Grandma even gave me eggs. I'll never like grandma again."

Erzhuang also joined in the commotion from the side:

"Bad grandma! Kill bad grandma!"

Song Xianglan was so angry that she laughed, and grabbed a feather duster hanging on the wall of the main room, and slapped the two men's buttocks hard a few times.

"Your maternal grandmother doesn't like you either. She has several of her own grandchildren. The money your mother squeezed out of you was used to curry favor with your grandmother so that you could freeload meals at her house."

Dazhuang howled and jumped around as he was beaten.

Song Xianglan wielded the feather duster with great force.

Pointing at these two ungrateful wretches, he cursed:

"You are so annoying, all you know is how to eat and not how to greet people."

She would never like you guys.

"I was blind before, treating you all like treasures!"

Dazhuang was in so much pain he couldn't bear it.

He plopped down on the ground and started howling at the top of his lungs:

"Waaaaah..."

Shen Huijun and Song Tingting were quick and efficient.

Take advantage of this time.

Everything has already been moved into Song Xianglan's room.

Song Xianglan entered the room.

In front of Chen Xiuqin, he locked the door with a "click".

He hung the key on his waistband.

"Mom, I cooked rice and made pork bone soup for dinner," Shen Huijun said with a smile.

Song Xianglan pointed to the net hanging on the tricycle handlebars:

"Steam these blue crabs, or steam them with a handful of glass noodles at the bottom. Cut up the squid, stir-fry them with dried chili peppers and plenty of oil."

"Alright!"

Song Tingting happily agreed and pulled her sister-in-law into the kitchen.

Song Xianglan went to the henhouse and took three more eggs.

He handed it to Shen Huijun.

"Make another preserved radish omelet."

An enticing aroma soon wafted from the kitchen.

Hiding in the small room, Yang Dashan's stomach started rumbling loudly.

Chen Xiuqin said she went too late today and couldn't buy any meat.

I gave him a fried dough stick.

A fried dough stick that costs three cents cost him a dollar!

Yang Dashan leaned against the window.

He shouted into the yard:

"Old Song!"

Song Xianglan was washing her hands in the courtyard when she turned around, looking annoyed:

"Shut up, you motherfucker!"

Yang Dashan curled his lip, looking sullen:

"My mother died a long time ago. You're still thinking about digging up her grave next year during Qingming Festival."

Song Xianglan shook the water droplets off her hands.

"Next year during Qingming Festival, I will not only dig up her grave, but also take out her bones to sunbathe and get rid of the bad luck."

Yang Dashan's lips twitched.

"I'll eat here tonight, here's a dollar."

Yang Dashan took out a crumpled one-yuan note from his inner pocket and waved it in his hand.

Song Xianglan's tone softened slightly:

"Why don't you just give me all the compensation money in your pocket? I'll give you a discount and cover your meals for this month, how about that?"

Yang Dashan then shakily pulled out 13 yuan from his pocket.

It was spread out on the windowsill.

"It's all yours."

Song Xianglan spat, her eyes instantly turning sharp:

"What the hell? A total of 35 yuan in compensation. Who did you give it to?"

Yang Dashan stammered for a long time:

"It's...it's for Chen Xiuqin."

"Then you can go live a life of luxury with Chen Xiuqin."

Song Xianglan pointed at Yang Dashan's nose and cursed:

"You old fool, you're putting money into your daughter-in-law's pocket! Are you trying to commit incest? Don't you even look at your own face in the mirror?"

The moment the words "climbing the ashes" were uttered...

It was like pouring a bucket of boiling oil in Yang Dashan's face.

Yang Dashan slammed his fist on the window frame and roared:

"Song Xianglan, watch your mouth. Do you think I'd be interested in that dark, rolling drum?"

You look down on people.

"Even if I poked a hole in her with a piece of pork, I wouldn't want to look at that kind of dark-skinned pig."

That shout was earth-shattering.

Chen Xiuqin felt like the sky had fallen.

That old man with a face full of wrinkles actually called her a black roller?

"Father-in-law! I heard everything you were saying outside."

Chen Xiuqin rushed out with her hair disheveled, plopped down on the ground in the yard, and started wailing while slapping her thigh.

"This family is no good."

I gave birth to two grandsons for your Yang family to carry on the family line, and this is how you treat me?

The in-laws are ganging up on me.

"What kind of thing did you give birth to? It's got nothing but snotty-nosed dog food to steal. Do they even share my surname, Song?"

Song Xianglan said disdainfully:

"Song Xiangdong's children are the ones who have nothing to do with me, after all, they are members of my Song family."

The Yang family's offspring are rotten to the core.

"Twenty-five yuan covers two meals a month, not a penny less," Song Xianglan stated directly.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiuqin, who was on the ground, roared:

"I only need ten yuan to cover it for a month."

"Yang Dashan, do you believe it?"

Song Xianglan sneered.

"Today she left you, her father-in-law, and Jianjun behind, took the two kids out to a restaurant, and bought a bunch of snacks."

Song Tingting happened to peek out from the kitchen.

He added insult to injury:

"Mom is right. I saw that her mouth was covered in grease when she came back. She must have spent at least several dollars that day."

Chen Xiuqin was furious and embarrassed.

Pointing at Song Tingting, he yelled, "Song Tingting, you good-for-nothing, shut up! What's it to you?"

"Snapped!"

Song Xianglan raised her hand and slapped Chen Xiuqin across the face.

"She's the apple of my eye, who do you think you are?"

The courtyard was in complete chaos.

While Chen Xiuqin was stunned by the slap, they took advantage of the moment.

Yang Dashan crouched down and slipped into Chen Xiuqin's room.

He found a roll of money in the inner pocket of his tattered cotton-padded jacket under his pillow.

Yang Dashan didn't even count them; he grabbed them, stuffed them into his clothes, and ran out.

Just as I reached the entrance of the main room, the courtyard gate was pushed open.

Yang Jianjun walked in, carrying a hoe and looking exhausted.

Upon entering.

His wife was lying on the ground, her dark belly exposed, throwing a tantrum. His mother rolled up her sleeves like a war goddess, while his father crawled out of his room with a lewd look on his face, clutching his chest tightly.

The aroma of seafood and rice wafted from the kitchen.

The scene was so absurd that he thought he had gone to the wrong house.

"What...what happened?" Yang Jianjun stood there, stunned.