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

...slap...slap...

The sound of the impact came through the door panel.

It slapped Wang Dahai across the face like a slap.

"Yujuan... Can Wang Dahai be as good as me?" Yang Dashan's rough, hoarse voice was filled with pride.

"He... the King of Three Seconds..."

Zhang Yujuan's voice was delicate and tinged with tears.

"He was out of commission in no time."

The veins on Wang Dahai's forehead were throbbing.

His entire face was flushed and turned a liverish color.

He spun around in place, like a headless fly whose foot had been scalded by boiling water, his lips trembling, wanting to curse but unable to utter a sound.

"You're always thinking about that little brat Wang Cong."

They don't care at all about building up our army.

Yujuan, Jianjun is our biological son... he's the fruit of our love...

"I know, how could I not feel sorry for Jianjun?"

For whom did I endure humiliation and hardship in the Wang family?

It's all for building up Jianjun's fortune. You need to get your hands on Song's pig-slaughtering money..."

This thunderbolt struck.

It scorched the air in the yard.

The two sisters-in-law from the Wang family who were looking at imported goods practically had their eyes popping out of their sockets.

Yang Jianjun was actually the child of Zhang Yujuan and Yang Dashan.

The hat on Wang Dahai's head.

It's so green it's reflective.

The ugly woman gasped in shock upon hearing this.

She looked at Song Xianglan with heartache.

He reached out to pull her.

There was not a trace of tears in Song Xianglan's eyes, only a cold, poisonous glint.

She lowered her voice: "Go and call people! Call the village secretary, the brigade leader, and all the villagers, young and old."

"I……"

The ugly woman's feet have taken root; I still want to see what happens next in this shocking revelation.

"Call the people over here. I'll take care of Lin Fang's in-laws' mess."

Upon hearing this...

The ugly woman shuddered and turned to run away.

That speed is faster than a dog chasing a rabbit.

Song Xianglan bent down and picked up the shovel covered in chicken droppings next to the chicken coop.

He forcefully shoved the handle into Wang Dahai's arms.

"Brother Dahai, the grassland above your head is almost covering the Himalayas. If you're a real man, then charge in."

Wang Dahai held a shovel.

My palms were covered in cold sweat.

He weighed the weight.

Still hesitating:

"Sister-in-law... could this shovel strike and kill someone? What if..."

He still wanted to keep Zhang Yujuan around to live his life.

"Useless embryos".

Song Xianglan spat in his face.

"No wonder Zhang Yujuan said you're not like a man, preferring to have an affair with Yang Dashan, who smells like an old man. You deserve to be a cuckold for life."

Wang Dahai turned pale from the spittle he was hurled at.

"If you won't go, I will."

Song Xianglan turned and rushed into the kitchen next door.

When he came out again, he was carrying a kitchen knife.

She raised the kitchen knife high and roared at the closed door:

"Yang Dashan! I'll kill you all today!"

The two sisters-in-law of the Wang family were terrified:

"Damn it. Song the butcher is serious now. Dahai, are you even a man? Look at those women, they're more courageous than you."

"You're already being ridden on and shitted on by others, what are you still afraid of?"

I think you shouldn't call the sea the Green Sea either.

These two sentences are like two nails.

It pierced Wang Dahai's heart deeply.

"Ah—Yang Dashan. I'll kill you."

Wang Dahai roared and kicked open the door with his eyes closed.

"Bang!"

A strong, pungent smell.

Mixed with the smell of sweat.

The smell was so strong it made people feel nauseous.

"what……"

Zhang Yujuan screamed and frantically tried to pull the blanket away.

"Get out. All of you get out."

Song Xianglan stepped forward.

The cleaver whistled as it slashed at Zhang Yujuan's hand, which was clutching the blanket.

Zhang Yujuan was so frightened that she withdrew her hand.

The blanket was instantly pulled to the ground by Song Xianglan.

Immediately afterwards, Song Xianglan swept all the pillows and clothes on the bed onto the floor.

Let the fat be completely exposed to the air.

Yang Dashan was only concerned with his own interests, not his own.

He roared, his voice filled with bravado but his heart was filled with fear:

"Song Xianglan. What do you want to do? If you dare to do anything reckless, we can forget about living together."

Song Xianglan held up a kitchen knife.

They were so frightened that they didn't dare to move an inch.

"You just said that Yang Jianjun is the bastard child of your affair."

What about the children I gave birth to?

Where did my child, whom I carried for ten months and gave birth to, go?

She had known all along that Song Xiangdong was her child.

But she wanted to make these two confess, to expose them completely in front of all the villagers.

Wang Dahai raised a shovel to smash Yang Dashan.

But Wang's sister-in-law, who followed him in, firmly blocked his shovel handle: "Dahai, killing someone is a capital offense!"

Wang Dahai threw down the shovel.

He rushed up and unleashed a flurry of punches on Yang Dashan.

Yang Dashan was no pushover either, and he started grappling with Wang Dahai, swinging his fists.

Song Xianglan ignored the two good-for-nothing men pecking at each other.

She slammed the cleaver on the table and freed her hands to join the fray.

She grabbed Zhang Yujuan's hair and yanked it back sharply. Zhang Yujuan was in so much pain that her scalp felt like it was going to explode, and she was forced to tilt her head back.

"Smack."

Song Xianglan swung her arm and slapped Zhang Yujuan hard across her white belly.

Song Xianglan looked down and saw her hands covered in...

Disgust and anger erupted from my skull like a volcanic eruption.

"Zhang Yujuan, you're capable of cheating on men and having affairs, but not of raising bastards. You made me raise this bastard for over twenty years, I'll beat you to death today."

She scratched Zhang Yujuan's well-maintained face hard.

Five bloody marks were instantly left behind.

"Help!"

When Wang's two sisters-in-law saw this scene, their legs went weak with fear.

One of them ran out and stood on the main road, yelling for help.

The other one had some connection with Zhang Yujuan.

can not watch anymore.

He grabbed the bed sheet and threw it to Zhang Yujuan, then reached out to pull Song Xianglan.

"Old Song, let's talk this out calmly. Don't get worked up. There must be some misunderstanding here."

"Misunderstanding my ass!"

Song Xianglan slapped Wang Ershen hard across the face.

A crisp "snap" sound.

One of Aunt Wang's dentures flew out, streaked with blood.

"I cornered someone on the bed, and you're telling me it's a misunderstanding?"

Are you blind or does your nose not work?

Can't you smell the burning aroma filling the whole house?

Song Xianglan confronted Wang Ershen, "See that? You've dirtied my hands. Is this a misunderstanding?"

Zhang Yujuan took the opportunity to put on a shirt, but hadn't had time to button it up yet.

Then Song Xianglan grabbed his hair again.

Song Xianglan grabbed and pinched Zhang Yujuan, beating her until she screamed in agony, like a pig being slaughtered.

Zhang Yujuan cried terribly:

"The ocean, save me! She's going to kill me!"

Wang Dahai is currently wrestling with Yang Dashan.

I heard Zhang Yujuan scream.

I feel sorry for her.

He shoved Yang Dashan aside, rushed over, grabbed Song Xianglan's shoulder, and threw her backward violently.

"You shrew, who gave you the right to hit Yujuan?"

Caught off guard, Song Xianglan fell heavily onto the cement ground.

A sharp pain shot through my tailbone.

The pain made her vision go black.

Ignoring the pain in her tailbone, Song Xianglan immediately got up and rolled up her sleeves.

"You bastard, Wang Dahai! You're truly a scoundrel!"

She casually picked up the heavy tin flashlight from the table.

"Wang Dahai, you green-haired turtle. Among all the turtle ponds in this area, you are the greenest."

The grass on your ancestral graves is the greenest on the hillsides. Don't drag your ancestors down with your foolishness.

If you can't do it, just admit it. Don't just occupy a position without doing anything.

Song Xianglan clenched her fist and punched Wang Dahai in the face.

"Bang!"

Wang Dahai's nasal bridge was about to break, and two tubes of blood gushed out instantly.

Song Xianglan went berserk.

She's now attacking indiscriminately, hitting anyone who gets in her way.

The tin flashlight in my hand was a powerful self-defense weapon in this era; it was very tough!

"And you."

Song Xianglan swung her flashlight at Yang Dashan, who was trying to slip away while pulling up his pants in the chaos.

It struck with perfect precision...

"Aww..."

Yang Dashan let out a bloodcurdling scream, his eyes almost popping out.

He knelt down on the ground, completely upright.

His face instantly turned a purplish-eggplant color.

But it's not over yet.

Song Xianglan turned around and grabbed Zhang Yujuan's hair.

Ignoring her screams and struggles, he dragged her off the bed like a dead dog.

"Ah! My hair, ocean, save me!"

"Save your grandpa."

Song Xianglan then smacked Wang Dahai on the forehead with her flashlight as he leaned in, making him see stars.

The house was a mess, and cries of agony filled the air.

Aunt Wang, who was hiding by the door with one tooth missing, stared in disbelief, covering her cheek and not daring to breathe.

When Song the butcher goes berserk, he really treats these people like piglets to be slaughtered!