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

"What kind of mother-in-law are you?"

Song Xianglan ate the last bite of noodles in her bowl.

He smacked his lips:

"Yes, I have. I used to be completely open and honest with you all, but I never heard you say a single good word about me."

From now on, I am in charge, and everyone must listen to me.

Yang Dashan unbuttoned his collar.

"That's enough. I'm still hungry."

"Who's like you? Let me tell you, you're staying in the storage room next door tonight."

Song Xianglan felt nothing but hatred for the old man.

She needs to eat nine meals in three days.

"What? You've got it wrong, a cultured person like me living in a storage room?"

Yang Dashan was practically jumping up and down in anger.

"What did Xiang Dong say to you? You shouldn't have picked him up from the garbage dump in the first place."

Yang Dashan's brows were furrowed with anger.

Song Xianglan didn't understand that Song Xiangdong was also Yang Dashan's biological son.

Why did Yang Dashan hate him so much?

Is it just because you gave birth to her?

He had poured his heart and soul into raising his enemy's child.

However, before heading east to fight in Yunnan Province, he had a fight with Shen Huijun over Yang Jianjun, and in the end, his son died tragically on the battlefield in Yunnan Province.

Song Xianglan bit her lip with a gloomy face.

He raised his hand and slapped Yang Dashan across the face.

"What a load of rubbish! He didn't even graduate from junior high school, what's he bragging about?"

Yang Dashan was most proud of his old face, which was the reason he managed to win over Song Xianglan with her dowry when they married into the family.

He even got Zhang Yujuan to have an affair with him while the man was away on a ship.

He covered his face, puzzled:

"Song Xianglan, you've gone mad."

Song Xianglan put the empty bowls and chopsticks on the table and pulled Song Tingting into the room.

He lit the kerosene lamp and said, "Tingting, hurry up and do your homework."

"it is good."

"I'll buy you a bicycle in a few days, and you can ride it to school."

Song Tingting: "..."

"Mom, what's wrong?" The little girl was a little uneasy, afraid that her mother was just sick.

"Mom has figured it out. Only you and your second brother are the best."

Song Xianglan couldn't bear to recall the tragic state of Song Tingting in her previous life, so she opened the box and took out all of Yang Dashan's clothes and threw them on the ground.

Pillows and blankets.

They were thrown onto the floor of the main room. "Take your tattered clothes and get out."

Yang Dashan had just finished a bowl of sweet potato porridge and was still savoring the egg stir-fried razor clams and white rice that Song Xianglan had specially made for him last night.

A pair of boxer briefs flew onto his forehead.

Erzhuang was only five or six years old.

He pointed at him and laughed, "Grandpa's head is wearing a pair of underwear."

When has Yang Dashan ever suffered such humiliation?

He pulled down his pants and pointed at Song Xianglan.

"You shrew. What face do you have, a pig butcher? You're only saved because I, a cultured man, am protecting you."

He patted his face lightly as he spoke.

"You have completely disgraced the Yang family."

Yang Jianjun felt sorry for his father and joined in the criticism:

"Mom, have you lost your mind?"

"Mother-in-law should go out and learn from Godmother Yujuan. She's so generous and poised." Chen Xiuqin felt like she was being soaked in a vat of vinegar.

Song Xianglan had been slaughtering pigs for many years and was stronger than most men.

"Shameless."

She walked up to Chen Xiuqin and slapped her across the face.

"Smack."

"mom."

"Smack."

Yang Jianjun was also slapped, leaving a handprint on half of his face.

Yang Jianjun didn't react for a moment. Song Xianglan usually doted on him the most, and she always gave him and his father the best food.

Now... you actually hit him?

"You are my son, how dare you say I've lost my mind? You ungrateful wretch with no filial piety whatsoever."

Song Xianglan cursed with great gusto.

"People who don't know you might think you're the bastard child of a stray dog."

Yang Dashan: "..."

Could it be that she knew?

No, given Song Xianglan's personality, if she had known, she would have picked up a butcher knife and confronted him long ago.

Yang Jianjun forced a smile.

"It's only natural for a mother to hit her son. I was just confused for a moment and said the wrong thing."

"Smack."

Song Xianglan slapped him twice more, then shook her numb wrists.

"Yes. My eldest son is the most filial."

Yang Jianjun: "..." He wanted to resist.

Chen Xiuqin silently took two steps back.

I admit I'm no match for the butcher lady, so I mustn't make the same mistake again.

"Starting tomorrow, you'd better work hard. There will be rewards for doing more work, and you'll get beaten for doing less."

Yang Jianjun covered his face; he usually only earned five work points.

Together with Yang Dashan, they only amounted to ten work points, which is equivalent to the work points of a strong laborer.

He was convinced that Song Xianglan had been instigated by Song Xiangdong.

Yang Dashan didn't dare to utter a sound at this moment.

He picked up the clothes and bedding from the floor and went to the room where Song Xiangdong had stayed before.

Song Xianglan went to the kitchen, picked up a boning knife, and stood menacingly at the door.

The boning knife in his hand looked particularly eerie in the moonlight.

"Yang Dashan. This is Song Xiangdong's room. You'll be staying in the storage room next to the pigsty and kitchen."

Yang Dashan glanced outside and saw that no one was there.

He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing slightly pale skin.

He takes good care of himself, doesn't do any work, and eats well.

The man in his fifties didn't have a greasy feel; instead, he exuded a refreshing aura.

A hand touched his forehead.

"Xianglan. I know that women are like wolves at thirty, tigers at forty, and can suck up dirt from the ground when they sit down at fifty."

You're in your fifties now, and I didn't realize your needs...

He took off his shirt, revealing his vest underneath.

"Let's try something different tonight."

Seeing Yang Dashan acting like a wildcat in heat, Song Xianglan felt nauseous and disgusted.

"Damn it..."

She stepped forward, grabbed Yang Dashan's vest strap, and slapped him several more times.

They even used the handle of a boning knife to tap the bones in his shoulder.

Yang Dashan was in tears.

How could a cultured person like him suffer such humiliation?

"Xianglan, do you want it or not? Give me a straight answer. I am a cultured person. My integrity cannot be dishonored."

Song Xianglan slapped him very smoothly.

She used to have a cheerful and unrestrained personality, and she started slaughtering pigs with her father and brother when she was seven or eight years old.

He started working at the town's slaughterhouse at the age of fourteen and was awarded the title of Advanced Worker several times.

He once represented the county in a pig-slaughtering competition and won first prize.

Even the most powerful pig, in her hands...

One cut backwards, two cuts in reverse, stab however feels right...

It's similar to slapping someone.

She slapped him again with her other hand, "You shameless old dog. Your grandson is already several years old, and all you think about is that little thing in your crotch."

After finishing, he said earnestly:

"Don't feel wronged, I'm doing this for your own good. You're an educated person, don't let people know you're having affairs and being a slut behind their backs."

"..." Yang Dashan covered his face. He hit him and then said it was for his own good?

"I've spoiled you all these years. As the old saying goes, spoiling a husband is like killing him. I'm going to discipline you strictly from now on."

She was tired from hitting him.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyelids, which startled Yang Dashan, who shrank back.

Muttering to himself:

"I'm an educated person." Even in the entire village, there weren't many junior high school graduates.

Song Xianglan had the bedroom all to herself, and Song Tingting had already cleaned it once.

小姑娘头一次感受到母爱，顾不上幸灾乐祸杨建军两口子挨揍，待在她房间不想走。

"Tingting."

Song Tingting stood up. "Mom. I..."

"Do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

Song Tingting was full of question marks; this treatment was too good.

"Is it okay?" Song Xianglan wanted to cry when she saw her; her precious daughter's thighs were thinner than Chen Xiuqin's arms.

"it is good."

Song Tingting went out in circles, saying, "Mom, I'll get you some water to wash your feet."

"I've squeezed the toothpaste onto your toothbrush too."

"I'm responsible for pouring the water for washing my face too."

The teenage girl kept coming in and going, and Song Xianglan felt that being reborn was wonderful.

……

Early the next morning.

Song Xianglan got up and went to the kitchen to boil two eggs.

She has one, and Song Tingting has one.

Yang Dashan and Yang Jianjun's faces were even more swollen, and their eyes were so swollen that they could only be seen as slits.

Song Xianglan gave an egg to Song Tingting.

"I ate and then rode my bike to school."

"Mom, can the little girl ride our car?" Yang Jianjun had forgotten about the beating he received last night.

Only four or five families in the entire brigade own bicycles.

Only Yang Jianjun and Yang Dashan can ride bicycles; Song Tingting is only allowed to wipe them down.

Song Xianglan picked up an egg and smashed it on his forehead.

One hand grabbed his ear and pulled him down, saying, "As the eldest brother, you should take care of your younger siblings. Have you been eating all the food the dogs eat?"