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

Looking at Song Xianglan's icy expression, Yang Jianjun, for some inexplicable reason, blurted out:

"Mom...is your period over? Is it...what stage?"

I've heard some old ladies have been obsessed with sex their whole lives; that's what you call abnormal.

Before he could finish speaking...

Song Xianglan raised her hand and slapped Jianjun hard on the back of the head with a whoosh.

Yang Jianjun almost got himself into a real mess.

"Since you can't see the two holes on his face, go borrow Wangcai's eyes from the blind man's family and put them in."

Song Xianglan spat all over his face.

"I raised you, and you've been completely useless. Your heartless wife bullied Tingting?"

"What are you talking to me about menopause? I think you're tired of living and want to be buried early."

After venting his anger.

Song Xianglan felt much better afterward.

I felt refreshed and invigorated.

She turned and shouted into the house:

"Tingting, Huijun, bring the food and eat! Let's eat right here in the yard, and make these heartless people drool."

The food was served.

Stewed pork bones with sea cucumber produce a fragrant broth.

Yang Dashan smelled that aroma.

My stomach was growling like thunder.

He touched the roll of money he had just stolen in his pocket, then crouched down and quietly approached.

"Um... Old Song."

He had just taken out the roll of money and hadn't even had a chance to count how much it was when Song Xianglan snatched it away with lightning speed.

"Hey! That's..." Yang Dashan panicked and reached out to grab it.

Song Xianglan blocked it with her hand, not even looking at it, and put the money directly into her pocket.

He snorted coldly.

"Here's the money for the meal. What, you don't want to eat?"

Yang Dashan's heart was bleeding.

He swallowed his anger and said, "Eat."

Song Xianglan looked disgusted:

"Look at you, I have no appetite. I'm afraid I'll get indigestion if I eat at the same table with you. Go get your own bowl, chopsticks, and plates."

Yang Dashan forced a smile:

"Okay. I'll go get the plate now and squat down to enjoy the food."

Yang Jianjun, standing to the side, was dumbfounded.

Doesn't Mom hate Dad so much she could grind her teeth?

Why am I feeding Dad again?

Just as she was pondering this, Chen Xiuqin, who had just returned to her room, let out an angry roar.

"Ah—! You bastard! Who touched my money?"

Chen Xiuqin rushed to the door with her hair disheveled.

Song Xianglan deftly served Yang Dashan a bowl of meat soup.

While everyone's attention was drawn to Chen Xiuqin, she quickly flicked a little white powder into the broth with her finger.

Yang Dashan picked up the plate and ran to the stone bench next to the laundry sink.

He squatted there and wolfed down his food.

Yang Jianjun's eyes welled up with tears of grievance.

"Xiuqin, you all went to the commune for a delicious lunch, while I was left alone at home starving. What are you wailing about now?"

Chen Xiuqin had no time to pay attention to him.

Those triangular eyes swept around the yard.

Finally, they identified Yang Dashan as the one squatting on the ground gnawing on a bone.

She rushed over, pointed at his nose, and roared:

"You old bastard! Did you take my money?"

Yang Dashan was drinking the bone broth with added ingredients, gnawing on a big bone with relish.

He couldn't even be bothered to lift his eyelids.

"Chen Xiuqin, do you owe me money? Do I have to report to you about eating a meal?"

"You've come into my room."

Yang Dashan spat the bone on the ground and scoffed disdainfully:

"Don't dream too much, you black-skinned pig. I'd rather go into a pigsty than enter your room."

"Awooo—"

Chen Xiuqin has completely lost her mind.

The money is gone, and then the father-in-law publicly berates her as a black-skinned pig. Who can tolerate this?

"I'll fight you to the death, you old geezer!"

She screamed and lunged forward, swinging her arm wide and slapping Yang Dashan hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

The slap was delivered with full force, sending the plate flying from Yang Dashan's hand and splashing soup all over him.

Song Xianglan sat at the small table.

He slowly and methodically peeled the crab.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

She didn't want Yang Dashan to be crippled right now. These past few days, she'd been planning how to get rid of those beasts and, while she was at it, get the divorce certificate.

If Yang Dashan were to lie down now.

How can she continue her grand performance?

She won't get much benefit from a hasty divorce.

They must ruin the reputations of Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan, that despicable couple, and have them cornered on the bed or slammed against the wall by the Wang family.

That's what you call amazing.

Yang Dashan was stunned for a moment after being hit, then his anger surged.

"This is outrageous!"

Yang Dashan slapped Chen Xiuqin to the ground.

Chen Xiuqin immediately got up from the ground, rushed over like a madwoman, hugged Yang Dashan's waist, and started biting his arm with all her might.

"Ah—!" Yang Dashan screamed in pain.

"Let it go! You mad dog!"

Yang Dashan became furious, grabbed Chen Xiuqin's messy hair, and pulled it out forcefully.

Chen Xiuqin felt a sharp pain in her scalp, but she bit down even harder.

"ah……

Yang Dashan held a strand of bloody hair in his hand and forcefully ripped off a piece of Chen Xiuqin's scalp.

On the wall of the neighboring courtyard.

The ugly woman was left to sit astride the wall.

Holding a handful of sunflower seeds, he watched with great interest.

"Oh dear, the Yang family is putting on another show."

Old Lin on the other side followed suit, poking his head out and grinning with a face full of wrinkles:

"This old Yang is quite agile."

When Yang Jianjun saw his father and wife fighting, he was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

He rushed over to pull Yang Dashan away, but Chen Xiuqin punched him in the eye socket, instantly turning his eye black.

He turned around to pull Chen Xiuqin, but was slapped across the face by Yang Dashan, who was in a bloodthirsty rage.

"Get out of here! You useless piece of trash!"

Yang Jianjun was beaten so badly that he screamed and was caught in the middle, becoming a human punching bag.

Dazhuang and Erzhuang were so frightened by the scene that they burst into tears.

The tears hadn't fallen yet.

I could smell the fragrance on the ground.

The two little ones took advantage of the adults fighting.

Sneaking past stealthily.

He grabbed the rice and crab that Yang Dashan hadn't finished eating and stuffed them into his mouth.

Erzhuang asked indistinctly while swallowing:

"Big brother, they're fighting, and they're bleeding."

"It's alright, he won't die."

Erzhuang ate with even greater joy:

"If only we could fight every day, we could eat delicious food every day!"

Da Zhuang licked the soup off his fingers:

"Then Grandma has to fight too, there are big bones on the table."

Shen Huijun gripped her chopsticks tightly and moved the dishes on the table closer to Song Xianglan.

They were afraid of being affected.

"Mom... what do we do? Someone's going to die!"

Song Xianglan gave Song Tingting a wink, and slightly raised her chin:

"Tingting, go, rescue your dad. How can we let those two unfilial children beat him?"

Song Tingting was stunned, her face full of incomprehension.

It would be better if that old man were beaten to death; why save him?

But she always listened to her mother.

"oh!"

Song Tingting put down her chopsticks and rushed into the fray.

She had no intention of actually breaking up the fight; she rushed over and forcefully pulled down Chen Xiuqin's messy hair.

Using the momentum, he raised his leg and kicked Yang Jianjun hard in the kneecap.

"Ouch!"

Yang Jianjun let out a scream.

My knees buckled.

He knelt down with a thud and kowtowed deeply to Song Xianglan.

Chen Xiuqin's scalp was almost ripped off.

Out of pain, he had no choice but to give in.

Old Lin, perched on the wall, slapped his thigh in disbelief.

"Good! This girl has energy! Tingting has quite the flair of Song the Pig Slaughterer back in the day!"

Taking advantage of the situation, Song Tingting dragged Yang Dashan out of the battle.

Yang Dashan was covered in dirt, with several bloody marks on his face and two rows of deep teeth marks on his arms. He was grimacing in pain, like an old dog whose spine had been broken.

Upon seeing this, Song Xianglan immediately shouted at Liu Chounu on the wall:

"Quickly tell your grandson to call Dr. Cong. I'll give him two White Rabbit milk candies later."

The ugly woman turned and shouted into the yard:

"Gousheng, go and call the doctor."

The Lin family's grandson took off running outside:

"Grandma Song, you don't need to give me candy, I'll go right now."

The ugly woman remained perched on the wall, wondering to herself:

Does Lanlan want to experience the bitterness of love?

Why are you suddenly being so nice to Yang Dashan?

Song Xianglan instructed Song Tingting, "Help your father over and sit down."

After saying that, she turned and went into the kitchen, where she took out a clean bowl.

He poured in all the remaining powdered medicine, then scooped out a large spoonful of rich bone broth and mixed it with the broth.

She held the bowl to Yang Dashan's lips.

"Dashan, drink..." The word "medicine" hovered on her tongue, but she swallowed it back down.

"Have a sip of hot soup to calm your nerves."

This is the first time I've given the old man such a strong medicine.

We can't let this slip.

Yang Dashan was so moved that he almost cried.

This woman is absolutely in love with him.

"You're the best..." Yang Dashan took the bowl and gulped it down in a few big mouthfuls.

The chill in Song Xianglan's eyes was colder than an ice cellar.

Drink up, drink more.

This play has only just begun.