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

Liu Dahua took two steps forward.

The large hand that had been rowing all year round gripped Song Xianglan's wrist like an iron clamp, while the other hand reached for the hilt of the knife.

"Lanlan, don't get your hands dirty doing this kind of dirty work."

Liu Dahua, with an upright spirit, said, "It's not worth it for you to sacrifice yourself for these two lumps of rotten flesh."

The pillars outside heard it clearly and were terrified.

My mother usually seems quite composed, so how come she became the second-in-command of a bandit den when she was with Aunt Song?

He clung to the doorframe, his voice trembling with tears, and cried out:

"Mom! Can you please stop meddling in this? Give me a break. What business is it of yours what other people's affairs are?"

Liu Dahua's voice was louder than that of a loudspeaker.

"You stupid son, what do you know! In my eyes, my best friend is more important than you. If you're a coward and afraid of trouble, then get lost and stop getting in my way."

Zhu Zi clutched his chest, leaned against the doorframe, and rolled his eyes.

This generation of mothers is so hard to manage.

This path is getting wilder the further you go.

"What's all this commotion about?" the Party Secretary asked.

Wang Dahai's mother, Old Lady Wang, saw the Party Secretary arrive.

He felt this was the perfect opportunity to kick that jinxed daughter-in-law out of the house.

She pointed at Zhang Yujuan and started wailing:

"Secretary, you have to stand up for the Wang family."

"That shameless slut, taking advantage of Dahai's absence to cheat on her husband, bringing this scoundrel into the house! This kind of disgraceful slut must be drowned in a pig cage and expelled from the brigade!"

Wang Dahai stomped his feet in anger.

Several of Wang's uncles and cousins ​​also realized what was going on.

How will the Wang family's daughter get married in the future?

How does a young man get married?

This blame must be shifted.

An elder of the Wang family coughed.

She glanced sideways at Yang Dashan, but her gaze finally settled on Song Xianglan:

"Dashan did something dishonest, but as the saying goes, a well-fed dog won't look for food."

Song Xianglan, why don't men stay at home and instead run off to cheat on their wives?

If you can make your man feel comfortable, isn't home better than outside?

You're usually too assertive; you don't act like a woman at all.

The Yang family also found a way out.

An aunt from the Yang family immediately chimed in, pointing at Zhang Yujuan and cursing.

"This vixen dresses up in a seductive way every day, and her hips sway like they're on springs when she walks. Which man can resist her temptation?"

Ultimately, this is all because that vixen was unfaithful.

After berating Zhang Yujuan, he turned his attention to Song Xianglan:

"And you, Song Xianglan, look at your shrewish appearance, always carrying a pig-slaughtering knife."

Men also need gentleness and tenderness.

You can't even keep your own man's heart, and you still have the nerve to make a scene? This is all because you haven't fulfilled your duties as a wife.

The wind direction has completely changed.

It was clearly Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan who were having an affair, but after all the blame was shifted, it ended up being pinned on both women.

Yang Dashan breathed a sigh of relief.

Men can always be forgiven for their mistakes.

All you need to do is stir the water up.

Song Xianglan put her hands on her hips.

"Bullshit!"

Song Xianglan's shout immediately silenced the noise in the room.

She first pointed to the group of men from the Wang family.

Spit flying everywhere:

"You Wang family members share the same surname as turtles, and you're born to hold your breath underwater and pretend to be dead?"

How dare you blame me?

If you have so much free time, go and dig up some soil from your ancestral graves to see if your ancestors had a cuckold gene in their bones.

I don't think your Wang family's ancestral graves need any trees planted.

The grass there must be growing better than anyone else's; that lush green expanse is all thanks to the blessings of your ancestors.

"Am I wrong? Wang Dahai is not wrong at all?"

Is he dead? Why would he go out to sea?

Can't I bring my wife with me on this sea trip?

Zhang Yujuan just said it herself: Wang Dahai is a "three-second real man".

"Taking it out to sea is useless; it'll probably go limp after being hit by the waves."

Song Xianglan's tone was extremely sarcastic:

"Do all the men in your Wang family have this hereditary disease? They are born with small penises and have a strong addiction to meat."

They all looked respectable.

It's hard to say whether that thing can even stand up.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone's gaze was filled with inquiry, ridicule, and skepticism.

Captain Wang's face turned a deep shade of liver, and he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground. He cursed Wang Dahai eight hundred times in his heart.

Before anyone could react...

Song Xianglan turned around.

He poked the Yang family member's forehead with his finger.

The few members of the Yang family who were about to speak trembled in fright.

"Your Yang family ancestors for eight generations must have never done anything humane."

All that was born were these deformed, rotten, and depraved dogs.

I think your family's feng shui is like a cesspool. The offerings have been stolen and replaced with excrement by your unworthy descendants, haven't they?

Otherwise, how could they have raised a beast like Yang Dashan?

"If you're a human being, who would do something so despicable as to steal someone's body and then bring home a bastard child?"

You wives of the Yang family, stop laughing at us. Hurry home and check your children's crotches to see if your husbands have also swapped them for bastards.

These are all bad seeds ingrained in your Yang family.

"Home-cooked food doesn't taste good; I just crave hot, freshly cooked takeout. A leopard can't change its spots."

This barrage of insults.

It was incredibly dirty.

Yet it feels so good that it makes you feel completely relaxed.

Song Xianglan looked around, sneering repeatedly, "I think the feng shui of this village is bad; it's all greenery. Aren't you afraid it might crush you senile old fools one day!"

Wang Jianguo's lips twitched, thinking to himself, "Isn't the countryside all green and lush?"

How could she possibly criticize someone so harshly?

Liu Chounu, who hadn't said a word, squeezed in with a cup of warm water.

Hand the water to Song Xianglan:

"Lanlan, drink some water to moisten your throat, then keep swearing."

Song Xianglan took the water and drank it all in one gulp.

He smashed the cup on the ground.

Explanation of leaving the ugly woman:

"Secretary, brigade leader, Erpang's mom, Ping'an's mom, and I heard it clearly from under the window just now."

Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan admitted that Yang Jianjun was their illegitimate child born from their affair.

There's no denying it!

Captain Wang's face turned ashen.

Pointing at Yang Dashan, he shouted sternly:

"Yang Dashan! Whose child is Yang Jianjun?"

Yang Dashan was already bruised and battered, but he knew he absolutely could not admit to it.

He stubbornly refused to admit it, like a dead duck:

"He's my son! He's my flesh and blood!"

"Who is his mother? Is she Zhang Yujuan?"

Yang Dashan denied it, insisting that it was Song Xianglan's child.

Seeing his shameless demeanor, Song Xianglan's anger flared up again.

"You won't talk? I'll beat you until you do!"

She rushed over like a whirlwind, grabbed Yang Dashan by the collar, and slapped him hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

He slapped her repeatedly, left and right, more than a dozen times.

Yang Dashan's mouth split open instantly, and a mouthful of blood mixed with two teeth spurted out. He collapsed to his knees, limp and weak.

Song Xianglan didn't stop at all.

Each slap carried the resentment of the past twenty years.

Liu Chunhua, watching from the side, was terrified and quickly stepped forward to pull her away:

"Lanlan! Stop hitting him! It's okay to kill this beast, but don't hurt your hands!"

"I'll do it!"

A cold, sharp shout rang out. Shen Huijun found a pair of rough work gloves somewhere, put them on deftly, and began slapping Yang Dashan's pig-headed face repeatedly.

"Smack."

Although his strength wasn't as great as Song Xianglan's.

But the frequency is extremely high, and it specifically targets the wound.

"My mom's hand hurts, so I'll beat this old beast to death for her." Shen Huijun's eyes were filled with tears, but she didn't hold back at all.

Someone nearby advised:

"Huijun, he's still your father-in-law, after all..."

Shen Huijun spat fiercely, "Xiang Dong is just an adopted son. Does such a scoundrel deserve to be an elder? Today we're severing ties. I could beat him to death and it wouldn't matter."

Yang Dashan was beaten until he was in a daze, but his survival instinct made him want to fight back.

He had just raised his hand when Shen Huijun kicked him hard in the face.

"what!"

Yang Dashan screamed in agony as his nasal bridge collapsed completely.

The excruciating pain caused his body to convulse, and a wave of fear overwhelmed him. He felt like he was really going to be beaten to death.

He doesn't want to die!

That blind fortune teller clearly said that he would have excellent fortune in his later years, with many children and grandchildren, and would enjoy great happiness!

In the midst of extreme fear and chaos, Yang Dashan completely snapped.

He did it to save his life.

He screamed hysterically:

"Stop hitting him! Song Xiangdong is my son with Song Xianglan! I'm not lying! Jianjun is my son with Zhang Yujuan, they are all my children!"