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

Yang Dali wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the crowd pointing and whispering around him, that reckless attitude returned.

Lie down on the ground.

His neck was stiff like a defeated rooster.

His hoarse voice boomed loudly:

"Captain, you be the judge! Since ancient times, in every divorce, isn't it always the woman who packs her bags and leaves?"

Leaving with nothing is the rule.

How can you send a man to jail and still seize his family property? What kind of logic is that?

The house belongs to the Yang family.

The family name of the landowner is Yang.

Even the trees on the back hill were planted by our Yang family.

"If some woman from another family were to run off with our ancestral property, our ancestors in the underworld wouldn't be able to rest in peace."

The captain's head throbbed as he listened.

I just rebuked them for their feudal superstitions.

Song Xianglan didn't even glance at Yang Dali before turning around and walking to the base of the wall.

She picked up the shovel with one hand.

After weighing it in his hand, he turned around and headed towards the back of the mountain without saying a word.

They took very long strides, as if carried by the wind.

The Yang family shouted:

"Where are you going? This matter hasn't been settled yet."

Song Xianglan moved with the speed of the wind.

In the blink of an eye, he turned the corner of the earthen slope and disappeared on the path leading to the back mountain.

"He's a skilled butcher after all; even at his age, he runs faster than a rabbit."

"Where is she going?"

An uproar erupted in the crowd, and people looked at each other in bewilderment.

"That's the direction of the back mountain..." a villager who was watching the commotion muttered. "Could it be that she was feeling wronged and went to her mother-in-law's grave to cry and complain?"

Aunt Liu, standing next to her, curled her lip.

"Judging from the way she acted just now, like she was about to chop someone up and feed them to the dogs, it looked like she was going to a grave to mourn?"

A young man in the group suddenly slapped his thigh.

He screamed in terror:

"Oh no! In the Wang family's courtyard, Aunt Song made a threatening statement, saying she was going to dig up the Yang family's ancestral graves!"

That shout.

It's like pouring a ladle of cold water into a pot of oil.

The two brothers, Yang Dali and Yang Darong, exchanged a glance, their faces instantly turning deathly pale.

"Song Xianglan, I'll fuck your grandma!"

Yang Dali stopped pretending to be dead, scrambled to his feet, and howled as he tried to rush towards the back of the mountain.

A large foot wearing a thousand-layered cloth shoe came flying through the air.

It hit Yang Dali right in the heart.

Yang Dali didn't even utter a fart before he flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily onto Yang Darong, and the two brothers rolled around in a heap.

Song west withdrew his foot.

He scratched his head with an innocent look, but his tone was chilling:

"You're asking for it. Try swearing again!"

"You...you are simply bandits."

Yang Darong's wife screamed and tried to rush over to scratch Song west, but Song west pushed her away.

Song Qiang glanced contemptuously at the men from the Yang family.

"I bet you men with the surname Yang are born in the Year of the Sheep, right? Among animals, male sheep are the most lewd."

He likes to sneak into other people's wives' beds.

"From now on, if you see a tree hole by the roadside, you'll have to poke it a couple of times for fun?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

The rest of the Yang family were too preoccupied to argue.

Their faces turned ashen, and they scrambled and crawled towards the back of the mountain.

That's our ancestral grave!

If they really get ripped out, they'll never be able to hold their heads up high in Xiaoquan Brigade for the rest of their lives!

"Song Yang and Song Dong are here."

Song Qiang acted decisively, waving his hand, "Block the gate. Anyone who dares to come into this yard and steal even a needle, chop off their hand."

"Don't worry, Second Brother!"

Song Qiang and his group turned around and chased after them towards the back mountain.

The captain was so anxious that he stamped his feet and pushed his bicycle down the mountain.

The villagers, on the other hand, were eager to watch the spectacle and didn't mind making things worse.

They followed in a grand procession.

The group ran panting to the Yang family ancestral cemetery on the back mountain.

In front of a grave mound overgrown with weeds.

Song Xianglan was wielding a shovel, shoveling hard at the grave mound.

Dirt splashed everywhere.

The grave mound has been dug down to the bottom; the coffin is just below.

Song Xianglan dug while cursing.

The sound echoed through the empty valley, mournful yet resolute:

"You old, damned dog."

You two have never done anything human in your lives, yet you gave birth to that beast Yang Dashan who has brought me misfortune.

Your son said you wouldn't close your eyes while in the coffin, so I dug up the coffin and manually closed your eyes for you.

"Let me show you what happened to your precious son."

Look at the kind of person your bastard grandson is.

"You old hag, weren't you quick-witted when you were alive?"

Didn't you complain that I was too fierce when slaughtering pigs and lacked femininity?

"Come out and curse now!"

Every shovelful of water was shoveled down with hatred.

The Yang family relatives who rushed over were furious and wanted to rush forward to stop him, but Song west stood in front of them like an iron tower.

He gave it a casual push.

Several members of the Yang family, who were as thin as monkeys, rolled around on the ground like gourds.

Yang Darong's wife screamed and lunged at Song Xianglan:

"Song Xianglan, you crazy woman."

"Splash!"

Song Xianglan scooped up a clump of wet mud with a shovel and smeared it precisely on Yang Darong's wife's face.

"Ugh—Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

Yang Darong's wife's mouth was filled with the smell of mud, and she couldn't even open her eyes.

Yang Darong had just helped his wife stand up.

Another shovelful of dirt came crashing down on him, blinding him.

"Song Xianglan! Stop right now!" The captain came running up, panting.

He's so tired of being the captain.

"The elderly should be laid to rest in peace; you're shortening your lifespan by doing this."

Song Xianglan leaned on her shovel, her eyes colder than the eerie wind in the graveyard.

"They gave birth to that kind of beast, then just patted its ass and died."

I am left to suffer in this world.

What gives them the right to be at ease?

If you've got the guts, take that beast Yang Dashan away.

"A family reunion, that's true peace."

A timid woman in the crowd shrank back and said, "Xianglan, aren't you afraid they'll come knocking on your door in the middle of the night?"

"My current rage could burn ghosts to ashes! Perfect timing if they come looking for me in the middle of the night; I've been looking for someone to vent my anger on. I'll kill them one by one, ensuring they never find peace!"

This murderous aura...

He managed to intimidate the dozens of people around him.

Yang Dali was then helped up by others.

"This... the homestead, the house, the orchard, all belong to the Yang family."

What right do you, a woman from another family, have to monopolize this place?

Even if we divorce, the money must be left to Jianjun. He's a child of the mountains.

Someone else chimed in:

"The agreement in Song Xianglan's hand clearly states in black and white that the items belong to her."

The future is left to Xiangdong and Tingting.

They are also Yang Dashan's children, so why can't they inherit?"

"That's the one with the Song family name."

Veins bulged on Yang Dali's neck. "Once you change your surname, you're no longer a member of the Yang family. You have no right to take anything from the Yang family."

Song Xianglan planted the shovel into the grave mound.

"Yang Dashan himself said that the word 'Yang' has a slutty vibe, and only Yang Jianjun's bastard son is worthy of it."

My Xiangdong and Tingting are too proper and too outstanding; they clash with your filthy Yang names.

"you……"

The Yang family members were so angry they nearly fell over.

Yang Dashan's older sister, Yang Xiaohong, ran until her face was flushed, and before she could even stand up straight, she started cursing with her hands on her hips:

"Song Xianglan, you old, vile whore."

She can't even keep her own man in check, and she has the nerve to blame others?

If a man goes out to cheat, it's because you, as a woman, are incompetent.

If you just tidy up your deadpan expression a little and make the man feel comfortable, would he run away?

This is a victim-blaming argument.

The surrounding men frowned upon hearing this.

Yang Xiaohong got more and more into her rant, spittle flying everywhere:

"I am Dashan's own sister, and I'm putting this out there today."

That house must be reserved for Jianjun, while the hilltop woodland will be divided among my brothers.

You and that money-loser should get out of here right now.

If Xiang Dong knew he was Yang Dashan's son, he'd definitely come back and change his surname. Who wants to share your butcher family's surname?

Yang Xiaohong's mouth.

Just like her damned mother.

So harsh it makes you want to tear it apart.

Song Xianglan took two steps across the grave mound and grabbed Yang Xiaohong's messy hair.

"What are you doing?"

Yang Xiaohong screamed in pain and flailed her arms wildly.

Song Xianglan gave her no chance to struggle, dragging her like a dead dog toward the newly dug pit.

"Since you are so filial and good at making decisions, then go down and have a good talk with your parents."

Use both hands.

Two hard slaps landed on Yang Xiaohong's face.

The blow caused her nose to bleed instantly.

Dragging her to the edge of the pit, Song Xianglan raised her foot and kicked Yang Xiaohong in the buttocks.

"Get down."

Yang Xiaohong's body swayed, and she screamed as she rolled into the grave.

Because they dug so deep, a corner of the coffin was exposed.

As Yang Xiaohong rolled, she flailed her arms and legs trying to grab something but failed, and ended up falling forward.

"Thump!"

The mouth spewing filth slammed solidly into the exposed coffin lid.

A dull thud; it sounded painful.

"Oh my god... I saw... I saw a coffin! It's a ghost!"

From the grave came Yang Xiaohong's pig-like screams, echoing across the hill behind, startling a flock of crows that cawed loudly.