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

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of hurried and heavy footsteps came from the courtyard gate.

"Make way, everyone make way. The police are handling a case."

A loud, rough shout startled the chickens and ducks in the yard, causing them to flutter and fly around in panic.

Song Qiang led several police officers in uniform with handcuffs at their waists and strode into the courtyard.

Song Xianglan's knees buckled.

She slid down to the knees of the leading police officer with exceptionally smooth movements, grabbing his thighs tightly with both hands.

Tears can come suddenly.

"Officer, I can't live like this anymore. Someone is having an affair and then murdering his wife and children!"

That cry was both shrill and tragic.

Just moments ago, Song Xianglan was fierce and aggressive, but now she looked like a submissive wife, her spirit broken and her head hanging in the wind.

"Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan had been having an affair for over twenty years, and their illegitimate child was replaced with my biological son."

That's hooliganism. That's fraud!

They were just about to kill me.

Comrades, you must stand up for this poor old woman!

The two police officers' faces darkened.

Who is Yang Dashan?

In this day and age, hooliganism is an extremely serious crime, punishable by death.

When they looked at Yang Dashan again, they were stunned.

They looked like they could die at any moment.

"I'm innocent! Officer, this is a family matter..." Yang Dashan didn't want to be arrested.

Liu Chounu shouted first: "Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan have been cornered by us."

The two of them... were pushing the cart one minute, lifting each other's legs the next. They even sat facing each other...

This didn't stop them from talking about switching children.

Everyone: "...Huh..."

Zhang Yujuan was like a chicken with its neck being choked:

"Ocean, save me! Ocean!"

After understanding the situation, the police gave an order:

Arrest him.

Wang Dahai pointed at Song Xianglan and started cursing loudly:

"Song Xianglan! You untrustworthy shrew! The agreement was signed, and you took the money, how can you go back on your word and report me to the police? You're a despicable person."

Song Xianglan curled her lips into a cold smile.

"Wang Dahai, is your brain filled with mush?"

This agreement clearly states in black and white that I am obligated to pay for the upbringing of their illegitimate child for twenty years, as well as compensation for emotional distress! This is a civil suit!

She stepped forward.

"As for their affairs and child swapping, that violates the law."

What, you think you can buy out the law by giving some money?

Do you think the police station is your private property?

Wang Dahai was so choked that his face turned purple. He pointed at Song Xianglan and kept saying "you you you" for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single fart.

"What do you mean, 'me'?"

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes dramatically, almost spitting on Wang Dahai's face.

"I should thank you for spending money and effort for that slut Zhang Yujuan."

Wang Dahai, you've really done a spectacular job of being cuckolded. I'd even like to give you the "Best Green-Haired Turtle" award.

I want the money, and I want to send the person to jail.

Zhang Yujuan was dragged out, turning back with venomous eyes to curse:

"Song Xianglan! You wicked woman who deserves to die a horrible death, you took the money and still want to harm people."

You've supported Jianjun for twenty years, don't you have a heart of your own?

You'll get your comeuppance!

"Snapped!"

Before Song Xianglan could make a move, Shen Huijun rushed up and slapped Zhang Yujuan across the face, making her head tilt to the side.

"Shut your stinking mouth!"

Shen Huijun's eyes were fierce, like a wolf cub guarding its food.

As Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan were escorted into the police car, the crowd of onlookers in the village erupted in uproar.

Some older women started gossiping:

"Oh dear, Song Xianglan is too cruel."

Murder is just a matter of beheading someone, but the other party has already paid three thousand yuan in compensation, which means they've emptied their savings.

They even had an eldest son, so why go to such lengths to kill them all and send them in jail?

"I got a big son for free."

"Even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness, that's just too much..."

Song Xianglan listened to these sarcastic remarks and gave a cold laugh. She didn't have the energy to argue with these muddle-headed fools who couldn't distinguish right from wrong.

"Tingting!" Song Xianglan called out.

"Mom." Song Tingting came over and stood beside her.

"Write down the names of those foul-mouthed bastards who just spoke."

Once I've rested, I'll go to their homes one by one and give them a piece of my mind. I'll curse them to death, or I'm not a member of the Song family!

"Mom, I remember everything."

Shen Huijun waved the small notebook in her hand, her sharp eyes sweeping across the crowd.

"I remember exactly who said it and what they said. I even remember the swear words they used to insult you."

The gossipy women turned pale and shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

These two women, the Song family mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, are both ruthless.

Wang Dahai and his son Wang Cong stood there, watching the police car drive away, their eyes filled with hatred that was almost overflowing.

"Song Xianglan, you're deliberately trying to make things difficult for me, Wang Dahai."

The captain and the party secretary had no choice but to go with the police to give their statements, and before leaving, they glared at Wang Dahai.

The crowd hadn't dispersed yet.

Some people just wanted to see what the commotion was like.

Song Qiang took a step forward.

His face was full of menacing features; he didn't look like a good person.

"What are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen the police arresting hooligans before?"

The villagers took a few steps back, muttering to themselves:

When did the Koizumi Battalion become such an easy target?

Liu Chounu, now enraged, pointed at the old woman who had made the sarcastic remarks earlier and cursed:

"none of your business.

Eat salty radishes and worry about nothing.

If you're so bored you're just wasting your time, go home with your wife and cuddle up with her.

Song Xianglan suffered such a great injustice, would you be magnanimous in her place?

"If you're magnanimous, I'll cut off your man's penis right now, then see if you're in a hurry."

Liu Dahua also chimed in from the side.

"Does paying a little money mean you won't be punished? If that's the case, then any man can cheat on his wife and switch children with her, and it'll all be fine as long as he pays some money?"

Who knows if you men might one day switch back your bastard child and make you raise it too?

This sentence is extremely damaging.

Upon hearing this, the young wives' eyes instantly filled with vigilance as they looked at their husbands.

Public opinion shifted instantly.

"They must be severely punished! This unhealthy trend must not be allowed to continue!"

"Support Song Xianglan."

Amidst cheers and applause.

Song Xianglan led her family home with their backs straight.

Upon entering the courtyard.

The forced bravado dissipated.

Song Xianglan felt a deep sense of exhaustion.

She stood at the entrance of the main room, her cold gaze sweeping over Yang Jianjun's room.

"Song Qiang".

Song Qiang immediately came over.

"Get Yang Jianjun and Chen Xiuqin out here. Tell them to pack their things right now and get as far away from me as possible!"

Song Qiang went out and called back the distraught Yang Jianjun and his wife.

Yang Jianjun met Song Xianglan.

His face was covered in snot and tears.

"Mom, I really didn't know about this. I'm a victim too."

"Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan are beasts. Mom, you're the only mother I recognize."

Song Xianglan took a step back in disgust.

"Looking at your face reminds me of that despicable couple."

You have the filthy blood of that shameless, despicable father and the adulterous mother flowing in your veins; I'm afraid you'll soil my eyes.

Get out of here right now.

Chen Xiuqin, who had been silent all along, suddenly screamed.

He plopped down on the ground and threw a tantrum.

"This house was built by the Yang family. Although Jianjun wasn't your son, he's still Yang Dashan's child. You have no right to kick us out."

"You think you're so great, huh?"

Song Qiang rolled up his sleeves, ready to get to work.

"Song Qiang, don't interfere." Song Xianglan reached out to stop her nephew.

"Chen Xiuqin, since you're so reluctant to leave, then please stay."

Chen Xiuqin felt a sudden chill run down her spine for no apparent reason.

Song Xianglan agreed too readily.

This isn't like her at all; I have a feeling there's some kind of conspiracy going on.

Upon entering the east room, Song Qiang asked, puzzled:

"Third Aunt, why did you let them stay?"

Song Xianglan sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), slowly and methodically adjusting her cuffs.

"I'll go and finalize the divorce with Yang Dashan tomorrow. It's a done deal that the house will be awarded to me. As for them..."

She paused, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

"For the rest of the time, I beat up Yang Jianjun and his wife every morning, noon and night."

I'll keep hitting them as long as they don't leave.

Within a month, without me even having to kick them out, they'll be crying and begging to get out.

Song Qiang was stunned.

He then gave a thumbs up:

"Third Aunt, you're cutting meat with a dull knife!"

Let the bastards stay if they want; she'll just give them some intimate contact and let them know what hell on earth is like.

Song Xianglan pulled a large cloth bag out of the cabinet.

"Open it and take a look."

Song Qiang untied the bundle, and his eyes widened instantly.

It's full of in-demand items!

The brand-new digital watch gleamed silver, the stainless steel watches were neatly arranged, and he wore stylish aviator sunglasses and a polyester shirt.

At the very bottom were two dual-cassette recorders, which were considered luxuries in those days!

"Third Aunt, this..."

Song Qiang's voice trembled with excitement.

"This first time is on credit. Take it out and sell it. You set the price yourself, and how much you earn depends on your ability. For future orders, I'll give you wholesale prices," Song Xianglan said calmly.

Song Qiang has never liked farming since he was a child.

He just wanted to be a capitalist that everyone hated.

"Third Aunt, if I can't sell this batch of goods for a good price, I'll twist my head off and let you kick it like a ball."