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

Chen Xiuqin got up from the ground, her bald scalp still bleeding.

Ignoring the pain, she reached into Yang Dashan's pocket:

"Give me back my money, that's all I have left." I hadn't even had a chance to go back to my parents' house to show off.

Yang Dashan elbowed her away.

"It's the compensation money from Laozi and Jianjun. Maybe you can burn some for yourself if you're reborn as my father in your next life."

It looked like the two were about to start fighting again.

Song Xianglan roared:

"Alright."

Song Xianglan pulled a crumpled 50-cent coin out of her pocket.

He held it between two fingers and handed it to Yang Dashan with a look of disdain.

"Take this 50 cents and get out of here."

Getting into a dogfight with a shrew in the yard, aren't you afraid of losing face as a father-in-law?

Go hide outside for a while, and come back tomorrow morning.

A strange red light appeared on Yang Dashan's old face.

He reached out and took the five-cent note, still warm from Song Xianglan's body, and felt his palm burning hot.

This tigress actually gave him money and even offered him refuge?

really.

A beating is a sign of affection, a scolding is a sign of love.

This woman still has feelings for him.

Yang Dashan felt inexplicably hot, and his courage grew as well.

He leaned closer to Song Xianglan, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Deeply affectionate:

"Lan, do you know about the Pacific Ocean?"

Song Xianglan hadn't even had a chance to scold her.

The old man continued in a sickeningly sweet tone:

"That's my drool for you."

Song Tingting, who was clearing away the dishes nearby, almost dropped the plate.

Yang Dashan felt good about himself.

"Lan, the two most wonderful things in the world are sleeping and thinking of you, or simply sleeping... ah..."

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Song Xianglan lifted her black cloth shoe with its thousand-layer sole and kicked Yang Dashan's buttocks with all her might.

Quick and accurate.

He kicked Yang Dashan, who was basking in his own charm, sending him flying out of the courtyard.

"Get the hell away from me, stop being such a disgusting person."

Yang Dashan fell flat on his face, got up, and rubbed his aching back.

When people flirt, the more intense the banter, the deeper the love.

He carefully tucked the fifty cents into his pocket, then shouted into the yard, "I'm leaving now, Lan. Don't miss me too much while you're at home."

After saying that, he walked away with his hands behind his back.

Song Tingting ran to the corner and began to dry heave.

"Oh my god, did he take the wrong medicine? I feel so nauseous I feel like throwing up my dinner from last night."

Shen Huijun held onto the millstone to catch her breath.

On the top of the wall.

Liu Chounu looked at Song Xianglan with a face full of disappointment and frustration.

"Lanlan, even being a widow living alone is better than going back to serving this old man. That kick wasn't strong enough!"

Old Lin spat out a mouthful of saliva:

"What do you mean, 'old codger'? You old greenhorns think you're too old?"

The ugly woman threw sunflower seed shells at his head.

"I think you're old, ugly, and unhygienic. Yesterday I saw you take off your shoes, and the smell was worse than a cesspool exploding. It suffocated all the flies in my yard."

The two old clowns on the wall were arguing heatedly.

Chen Xiuqin had messy, unkempt hair.

He rushed up to Song Xianglan and roared:

Why are you helping him?

Song Xianglan looked at her coldly:

"Who I help is none of your business. I can give money to whomever I want."

Enraged by this attitude, Chen Xiuqin screamed incoherently:

"Song Xianglan! You'll be relying on our eldest son's family for your old age. When you're old and bedridden, don't expect me to take care of you."

If you have any self-awareness, treat me better. I can find you a good place to be buried in the future.

"Slap! Slap!"

Song Xianglan slapped him twice in return.

Chen Xiuqin was so hit that she spun around in place.

"Rely on you for retirement? Pshaw!"

Song Xianglan pointed at Chen Xiuqin's nose and cursed:

"Even if I rely on a sow to climb a tree or a toad under the wall, it's still better than relying on you."

You're so poor you're practically breathing through a hole in your nose, you can't even support your own family, how are you going to support me in my old age?

"Use your foul mouth to spew nonsense!"

Song Tingting has recovered now.

"I'll take care of Mom in her old age. I don't need your pretense."

Chen Xiuqin covered her face, her eyes filled with resentment.

"You're a good-for-nothing. You're going to get married someday, so you're like water spilled from a cup."

Will your in-laws agree to you taking care of your mother in her old age?

Doesn't your husband have any objections? Will your future children agree?

Keep dreaming.

Song Xianglan grabbed Song Tingting and pulled her close, her aura fully unleashed.

"When my daughter Tingting gets married, I won't ask for a single penny of the bride price; she can take it all back with her. I'll even give her double the dowry."

I have money and confidence. I'd like to see which in-laws dare to give her a hard time.

She's like water spilled from a cup; she's the apple of my eye.

"Ten thousand times better than you bloodsucking leeches."

Chen Xiuqin was left speechless by the rebuttal.

He cried out:

"Yang Jianjun, are you a dead man? Your mother is about to empty the family's savings to pay off this money-losing brat, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

This is your Yang family's property. Why should it be treated as a money-losing asset?

Yang Jianjun was forced to stand up by the shout.

"Mom, can't you act like elders? How can you humiliate your daughter-in-law for an outsider? Does that sound good to people?"

Song Xianglan took a few steps to stand in front of Yang Jianjun.

My finger almost poked into his nostril.

"If you have any complaints, go and yell at the Yang family."

If all else fails, go to the ancestral graves, grab a shovel, and dig up eighteen generations of Yang's ancestors to curse them.

Ask them how they could have given birth to a beast like Yang Dashan.

How could such a beast as you have been born?

"And you!"

Song Xianglan turned her head and looked at Chen Xiuqin again.

"Yang Jianjun gave your family 388 yuan as a bride price back then."

A sewing machine, a bicycle, a watch, a radio, plus four new sets of clothes, cotton quilts, and all kinds of pastries—it was the first of its kind in our surrounding area.

On your wedding day, you walked in wearing an old outfit with red patches.

Other people's daughters are getting married.

Your family is selling their daughter.

Others can recoup their costs by selling pigs, but marrying you is like giving away the honor of eighteen generations of their ancestors.

These words exposed Chen Xiuqin's true colors.

Chen Xiuqin wanted to refute but couldn't find the words.

The old woman's words were extremely vicious.

Shen Huijun's eyes lit up, and a small notebook and a pencil appeared in her hand without her noticing.

He wielded his brush with lightning speed.

"The vampire's family...selling pigs to recoup costs...paying off their ancestors..."

She memorized every single word of Song Xianglan's cursing.

If anyone dares to bully her in the future, she'll just use a formula to curse them.

To avoid being bullied and only shedding tears and feeling humiliated.

The ugly woman watched from the top of the wall, slapping her thigh in disbelief.

"If I had Lanlan's silver tongue, I could curse the Lin family's ancestors out of their graves and make them kowtow."

Lin Gang's eyelids twitched as he listened from the side.

How come you can go against your ancestors again?

Even in death, they cannot find peace.

……

Yang Dashan first went to the village clinic.

Cong Ying was about to go to the Yang family's house when she saw Yang Dashan arrive, so she didn't need to go anymore. She gave him painkillers and applied some gentian violet.

Yang Dashan went to the brigade's supply and marketing cooperative and bought a pack of economic cigarettes for nine cents.

The nameless fire burning within him grew stronger and stronger.

Yang Dashan felt like he had inexhaustible energy.

"The food must have been too good today."

But Zhang Yujuan's figure kept popping into his mind.

Yang Dashan's eyes darted around, and he started walking towards the west end of the village.

Er Lengzi was squatting in front of his house, sunbathing and picking lice, when he saw Yang Dashan coming over. He greeted him with a grin, "Uncle Dashan, what's wrong with your face? It looks like you've been dyed!"

Yang Dashan ignored his teasing, took out three cents from his pocket, and waved it in his hand: "Hey, you simpleton, want to make some money?"

Er Lengzi's eyes widened instantly.

"Uncle, you tell me! I, Er Lengzi, would go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Yang Dashan whispered a few words in his ear.

Er Lengzi chuckled.

He grabbed the money and ran to Wang Dahai's house.

A short while later, Wang Dahai and his son Wang Cong hurriedly left the house with Er Lengzi.

The father and son walked briskly, their faces beaming with greedy smiles.

"You idiot, why don't you ask someone else for this kind of money-making opportunity?"

"The villagers usually look down on me, saying I'm a good-for-nothing. Only you and your son are kind-hearted and never scold me, so of course we should think of you when this good thing happens."

Watching the three figures disappear at the end of the dirt road, Yang Dashan, hiding behind a haystack, chuckled lewdly.