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

The sun was just past noon, scorching the ground with its blazing heat.

Song Lao Er pedaled the bicycle very fast, and Song Xianglan on the back seat was so shaken that her bones felt like they were going to fall apart, but she felt sweeter than if she had eaten honey.

He had just entered the Song family.

Second sister-in-law Liu Cuifen stood there holding an enamel basin.

"Third sister, stop right there."

Liu Cuifen dipped the pomelo leaf in her hand in water and splashed it with her hand.

Water droplets glistened in the sunlight as they splashed onto Song Xianglan.

"Go away, go away! Get rid of that jinx Yang Dashan! From now on, our third sister will have smooth sailing and abundant wealth, and her life will become more and more prosperous!"

Hearing this, Song Xianglan's eyes welled up with tears.

Before he could even speak, his second sister-in-law pulled him into the house.

"Quick, lie down and rest for a while."

"I'm not tired, I don't want to rest. I want to go home, but my second brother insisted on dragging me here."

Liu Cuifen pressed the person down onto the bed.

He called to his daughter, Song Xiuxiu.

"Xiuxiu, bring the mirror to your third aunt."

Song Xiuxiu ran over, holding the small round mirror with the red "double happiness" character pasted on it.

"Third Aunt, look."

Song Xianglan took the mirror and glanced at herself, her breath catching in her throat.

The woman in the mirror had deep-set eyes and high cheekbones, and her face was as sallow as a dried corpse that had been soaked in the sea for two days and then sun-dried.

Who is this ugly guy?

She pushed the mirror away and gave a self-deprecating smirk:

"No wonder I said I wasn't sad. None of the colleagues who handled my divorce believed me. They spent half an hour comforting me."

His face looked miserable.

It's more effective than any tears.

She was no longer sad; all she felt was the satisfaction of sending that despicable couple to prison.

But this body remembers the suffering of those years.

All the torment was etched on his face.

Song Yang's wife came in carrying a large bowl.

The steaming, sweet aroma wafted straight into my nose.

"Third Aunt, eat it while it's hot. It's brown sugar, eggs, and fermented rice wine. I added extra fermented rice wine to help you sweat and dispel the cold."

A full bowl, with three poached eggs nestled in dark red sugar water.

This bowl contains truly precious items.

Song Xianglan picked up the bowl and swallowed the food in large gulps.

The scalding hot sugar water slid down my throat and into my stomach, so warm it made me want to cry.

In her past life, she was treated like a slave by the Yang family. Whenever she went back to her parents' home, she would either borrow money or give things to that ungrateful Yang Jianjun. She was too ashamed to even eat a hot meal.

After finishing the bowl, I broke out in a light sweat.

The chilling cold that seemed to seep into one's bones dissipated somewhat.

"Go to sleep, we'll take care of the rest." The second sister-in-law tucked her in and quietly led the others out.

I slept soundly for days.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun was already setting in the west.

The courtyard was noisy.

Wow, what a grand display!

Song Qiang, Song Fei, Song Yang and Song Tian from the second brother's family, Song Xiang from the third brother's family, and the twins Song Dong and Song west from the fourth brother's family.

They were all standing in the yard.

Although he wasn't carrying any weapons, the aura he exuded, as if he wanted to tear people apart, was even more terrifying than if he were carrying a knife.

"Third Aunt!"

Several of the nephews shouted in unison, startling the cicadas in the trees into silence.

"Let's go! Take Auntie home." Song Qiang rolled up his sleeves.

Song Xianglan didn't want them to send her back, but her second sister-in-law insisted that her family was her source of support.

Use it in critical moments.

The group returned to Xiaoquan Brigade in a grand procession.

We haven't even reached our doorstep yet.

From afar, one could see that a large crowd had gathered in front of Song Xianglan's door.

Yang Dashan's brothers knew about the divorce property division, so they blocked the front door completely.

Upon seeing Song Xianglan return.

Yang Dali immediately straightened his back.

He pointed at Song Xianglan's nose and started cursing:

"Song Xianglan! You vicious woman, how dare you come back? You've seized all of Dashan's property!"

Yang Darong, standing nearby, also jumped up and down.

His appearance was exactly like Yang Dashan's—a scoundrel.

"Hey Song, let me tell you. This house, the lychee grove and longan trees on the back hill, all belong to the Yang family. What business is it of yours, an outsider?"

"She sends her husband to prison, and then wants to move her assets back to her parents' home."

"This house will be left to Jianjun. The back hill and the private plot will be divided among us brothers, there's no way it will be your turn."

The Yang family's extended family members, including all their aunts and uncles, also joined in the commotion.

Spit flew everywhere.

There was an old woman with a face full of wrinkles leaning on a cane.

He cursed, trembling:

"Dashan just made a mistake that any man would make, what's wrong with stealing a bite?"

You, as a woman, don't dutifully serve your husband, yet you dare to call the police to arrest him?

This is worthy of being struck by lightning!

Those sets of fallacies and heresies.

It's enough to give you a headache.

There are two main ideas:

First, Song Xianglan is ruthless and doesn't deserve to be a woman.

Secondly, the Yang family's things belong to the Yang family. Song Xianglan should be stripped of everything and kicked out.

Song west was only twenty years old, but he looked like a black iron tower.

Aside from having a brain as stubborn as a child who ate too much sugar and chicken droppings, he is incredibly strong, capable of uprooting a willow tree.

His large, fan-like hand grabbed Yang Dali by the collar.

Like carrying a little chick.

"You think you're so great, huh? Daring to nag my aunt like that!"

"Song west! Don't..." Song Dong saw that things were going badly and was about to stop him.

late.

"Bang!"

Song west punched Yang Dali in the face.

Yang Dali didn't even utter a sound before crashing heavily to the ground, two bloody teeth spitting out.

"Ah... Murder!" The women from the Yang family screamed and backed away.

Song west shook his hand, staring wide-eyed with a silly grin:

"Say one more word, and I'll send you to your death!"

"Song west! What are you doing?" Song Dong covered his forehead, his silly younger brother had no sense of restraint when hitting people.

Yang Darong was so frightened that his legs cramped, and he hid behind the crowd shouting:

"Song, you pig-slaughtering bastard! You vicious woman, how dare you condone your family's violence in our Xiaoquan Brigade?"

Song Xianglan pushed aside her nephew who was blocking her way.

He strode up to the people and put his hands on his hips.

"The divorce agreement in my hand is the law."

"So what if my wife has a lot of family members? Are you afraid of having a lot of male relatives in the Yang family? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourselves in the mirror and see what kind of people you are?"

"A bunch of useless people, they have no real skills."

All they do is eye other people's pots and climb into other people's beds.

"Do you men of the Yang family have this slutty nature in your genes? You specialize in swindling women out of their money and living off them."

The neighbors who were watching the commotion burst into laughter.

Song Xianglan persisted relentlessly.

He pointed at the Yang family men, whose faces were ashen, and cursed them even more vehemently:

"A bunch of good-for-nothings! The national literacy campaign is meant to teach you to read and write."

You guys have no sense of propriety, morality, or shame; all you've learned are 108 different ways to climb into another woman's bed.

"Other families' ancestral graves emit green smoke, but the Yang family's ancestral graves emit foul odors."

Your ancestors sat on their graves, researching how to get rich by climbing into bed.

When you visit their graves later, don't burn paper money; just send them Viagra and candles instead. Those are your Yang family heirlooms.

They scolded the Yang family men until their faces turned red and their necks bulged.

"Good! Well said!"

Someone in the crowd shouted out.

The captain's old bicycle came to a stop with a creak outside the crowd.

The brigade leader had just returned from the commune and hadn't even had a sip of water when he heard that someone was going to die here. He was so angry that his hat was askew.

"What are you doing? What are you all doing?"

The captain pushed through the crowd and squeezed in.

"Yang Dali, you're causing trouble right after the verdict. Have you no shame?"