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

That roar sent shivers down everyone's spines.

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

It turns out that Song Xiangdong was Song Xianglan's biological son.

Yang Jianjun, whom Song Xianglan doted on, was the illegitimate child of Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan's affair.

Song Tingting cried uncontrollably, her body so weak she could barely stand.

She felt wronged for Song Xiangdong and felt sorry for her mother.

This is outrageous!

Shen Huijun thought of Song Xiangdong.

She appears cold and aloof, but deep down she longs for a mother's love.

He always believed he was an orphan abandoned by his biological parents and regarded his adoptive father, who took him in, as his benefactor.

Even if Song Xianglan had treated him badly in the past.

He always said: "The kindness of raising a child is greater than the kindness of giving birth to a child. My mother gave me a bite to eat, so I have to take care of her in her old age."

But the result?

A complete scam.

"Mom." Shen Huijun burst into tears.

Xiang Dong never understood why his biological parents didn't want him.

He was grateful to that old beast Yang Dashan for taking him home, and grateful to you for raising him. But it turns out... it was all that old beast Yang Dashan's doing.

These words were like a pinch of salt, rubbing hard into Song Xianglan's bleeding heart.

Song Xianglan's knees buckled, and she knelt directly in front of Yang Dashan.

She didn't cry, but raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

"You beast, did I blow up your ancestral grave in my past life?"

"Snapped!"

"Tomorrow I'll dig up your family's ancestral graves, throw out your parents' bones, and ask them how they could have given birth to such a heartless beast like you."

Every slap was delivered with all my might.

Yang Dashan was beaten so badly that he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

Liu Dahua and Liu Chounu hugged each other and wiped away their tears.

"Waaaah... Lanlan is suffering so much, so pitiful..."

Everyone in the village knew that Song Xianglan hadn't treated Song Xiangdong well in the past, giving all the good things and all her maternal love to Yang Jianjun.

Who would have thought.

The child she raised with all her heart was actually her husband's illegitimate child with his mistress.

And his own son.

Yet he suffered so much right under my nose for so many years.

This year, Song Xianglan suddenly changed her attitude and became nice to Song Xiangdong.

Now everyone understands.

It is the bond between mother and child.

Yang Dashan was only breathing out, not in, and his eyes rolled back as he convulsed on the ground.

Someone shouted towards the crowd:

"Where's the barefoot doctor? Cong Ying, come quick! Don't actually kill him!"

Cong Ying, who was watching the commotion with her medicine kit on her back, glanced at it coldly without moving, and retorted with red eyes:

"If he dies, the whole village will feast! He's your living father, are you that afraid of him dying?"

The man choked and his neck shrank back.

They dared not utter another sound.

"Mom! Dad! Stop hitting him!"

The way people around Yang Jianjun looked at him changed.

Before, people envied him because he was the only son in the Yang family; now, they only feel contempt, ridicule, and a desire to see him suffer.

The legitimate son becomes an illegitimate child, the phoenix becomes a common chicken.

"That's a bastard!" someone muttered under their breath.

When those words reached Yang Jianjun's ears, his mind went blank.

Song Xianglan tired out Yang Dashan.

They grabbed Zhang Yujuan's hair, who was hiding behind Wang Dahai.

"Ah—!" Zhang Yujuan let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Song Xianglan used her wrist to forcefully tear off a strand of hair with scalp still attached, and then slapped Zhang Yujuan across the face.

When Wang Dahai saw his wife being beaten, he reached out and pushed Song Xianglan.

"Song the butcher, this is my house, don't go too far."

Song Xianglan was already exhausted. With his forceful push, she fell backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

"mom!"

"mom!"

Two screams rang out at the same time.

Shen Huijun and Song Tingting's eyes instantly turned red.

The two women charged forward with a roar, like two lionesses protecting their cubs.

"You dare hit my mother! I'll kill you!" Shen Huijun, still wearing her blood-stained coarse cloth gloves, jumped up and punched Wang Dahai in the face.

Song Tingting is even more formidable.

He then proceeded to pound on Wang Dahai.

"You useless green-haired turtle, you cover for your wife's infidelity, you're a waste of air when you're alive, and a waste of land when you're dead."

"From now on, don't call yourself Wang Dahai anymore. Change your name to Wang Lvhai. That name suits your green suit perfectly!"

The two women, one in front and one behind, gave Wang Dahai a mixed doubles beating.

Wang Dahai was attacked by two crazed women.

They were beaten so badly that they had to run away with their heads in their hands, completely powerless to fight back.

Song Xianglan lunged at Zhang Yujuan again, attacking with both hands.

She moved her arms mechanically, like an emotionless robot, not caring whether her hands were numb and swollen.

She fanned out all the grievances and hatred from her past and present lives.

Zhang Yujuan was sobbing and whimpering as she was beaten.

Squad leader Wang Jianguo was sweating profusely with anxiety.

He was stomping his feet in frustration.

"Stop it! We can't let someone die. If someone dies, our brigade's commendation this year will be ruined."

Wang Cong shoved Song Xianglan away.

They dragged the barely recognizable Zhang Yujuan behind them to protect her.

"You old woman, go and discipline your own man, why are you hitting my mother!"

Song Xianglan staggered two steps after being pushed.

"I am old but proud. Your whole family passed away at the age of 32."

"It's not even the Ghost Festival yet, and you've already come out looking for offerings by following the smell."

Wang Cong was so angry that he was trembling all over.

Turning his head, he shouted towards the door:

"Mei Fang! She's cursing our child."

Wang Cong's wife, Mei Fang, was sitting on the kitchen threshold, her hands supporting her large pregnant belly, listening indifferently to the sounds coming from inside.

She didn't even lift her eyelids; she didn't want to move at all.

This lousy house is disgusting and filthy.

Song Xianglan snorted coldly:

"Don't call her Mei Fang either. If she knew what a mess this family is, she'd want to strangle you even if she had your child."

"After all, your family has bad genes. With a grandmother who cheats on her husband and a grandfather who's a cuckold, her child will be born with a green hat and will be destined to be a cuckold too."

Wang Cong gritted his teeth, "It takes two to tango. Don't you bear any responsibility at all?"

"If you could control Yang Dashan, would this have happened?"

Song Xianglan was truly exhausted; otherwise, she would have jumped up and shattered Wang Cong's kneecap.

Song Tingting rushed up.

He swung his arm in a wide arc.

He gave Wang Cong a solid slap in the face.

"A slap in the face sounds loud, doesn't it?"

Song Tingting pointed at Wang Cong's nose and cursed, "You have a lewd mother, and I have a shameless and despicable father."

Song Xianglan turned to look at Captain Wang Jianguo.

"Captain. They cheated on their wife, the evidence is conclusive, and they even produced a bastard child to deceive me for over twenty years."

This isn't over yet; I'm going to report it to the police.

Sue them for hooliganism! Sue them for fraud!

Upon hearing the words "report to the police."

The room fell silent instantly.

Wang Dahai's face turned deathly pale.

He was happy for Yang Dashan to be arrested and executed, but he didn't want Zhang Yujuan to be arrested.

If Zhang Yujuan goes in, where will he put his face?

"Don't call the police!" Wang Dahai exclaimed anxiously.

Song Xianglan sneered: "I've raised Yang Jianjun for over twenty years, and you have to pay back this child support fee."

"If you don't pay, I'll burn half of the Wang family's house down and keep the other half."

The Wang family's uncles and aunts all hunched over like quails.

Song Xianglan's fighting power today is terrifying; who dares to step forward?

They were afraid that Song Xianglan would carry a small stool to her doorstep every day to practice cursing.

Who could stand that?

Zhang Yujuan shrank behind Wang Cong, staring at Song Xianglan with resentment in her eyes.

She hated Song Xianglan for not settling down and living a quiet life, insisting on causing this trouble.

Hating Yang Dashan is useless.

I hate Wang Dahai for being so incompetent.

She decided to throw caution to the wind and angrily cursed with a ferocious expression: "Song Xianglan, I'm doing you a favor by letting you raise my own son."

You should thank me for giving you a good son.

Jianjun is so obedient and filial; he's a million times better than your cold-hearted Song Xiangdong.

Song Xianglan spat fiercely, "Yang Jianjun is a diligent but wasteful spendthrift who lives off his parents."

He's useless at everything, but he can never get enough to eat.

"This is what you call a good son? He's nothing but a useless piece of trash."

After saying that, she added insult to injury:

"Waste can still be used, even as garbage it can be burned. He has no value at all, he's just a lump of mud that can't be plastered on a wall."

Yang Jianjun was struck dumb.

A huge panic surged into his heart. He looked at his biological father, who was beaten half to death, then at his biological mother, whose face looked like a pig's head, and finally at his adoptive mother, whose face was resolute.

His instincts led him to make the choice.

He rushed over, crying, trying to take Song Xianglan's hand:

"Mom, please don't abandon me. You are my own mother, I am your son!"

"roll!"

Song Xianglan kicked him away in disgust.

Like kicking a mangy dog ​​away.

"Don't call me 'Mom,' it disgusts me! That slut is your mom!"

Another half hour passed, and the team leader and the Party branch secretary took turns mediating.

Song Xianglan slammed her final condition on the table:

"Give me five thousand yuan! Not a penny less! Otherwise, I'll go to the county police station right now and have those two scoundrels shot."

"Why don't you just rob it?"

Wang Dahai jumped up; this was simply an astronomical figure.

Song Xianglan wouldn't budge an inch. "The money Yang Dashan has spent on Zhang Yujuan over the years, plus the expenses I've incurred raising this illegitimate child for over twenty years, even five thousand yuan is too little! You choose for yourselves: money or your lives!"

Wang Dahai complained that Song Xianglan wanted too much.

But when they heard that Zhang Yujuan was really going to be sent in, they were shocked.

He chickened out again.

Wang Cong ran back and forth between the two ends with a dark expression.

At last……

The Wang family compensated Song Xianglan a total of three thousand yuan.

In this day and age, this is an absolute fortune.

"This three thousand yuan is compensation for my child support."

"Remember, you can't call the police."

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes speechlessly. "It's impossible not to report it to the police; I'm afraid they've already arrived at the Xiaoquan brigade."

After saying that...

Song Qiang's voice came through, "Third Aunt, I brought the police. Their performance in the first half of the year was entirely due to Third Aunt's husband."