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

Huang Ernai was standing on the slope.

Holding a handful of sunflower seeds, he looked at Yang Xiaohong, who was terrified at the bottom of the pit, and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Yang Xiaohong, those are your own parents, how can you say it's a ghost?"

They miss you terribly and want you to stay down there and chat with them a little longer.

Yang Xiaohong was so frightened that her soul almost flew out of her head.

It climbed up using both hands and feet, its fingernails filled with black mud.

"Trying to run away?"

Song Xianglan jumped into the pit.

He grabbed Yang Xiaohong's hair and forcefully pressed her head against the coffin lid that was partially exposed.

"Open your dog eyes and look carefully. Tell those two old geezers that I, Song Xianglan, have come to collect my debt."

"Ah... Song Xianglan, you're crazy."

Yang Dali and Yang Darong's eyes were bloodshot from watching from above.

With a loud roar, it was about to plunge downwards.

"This is outrageous! Men, young and old, get her! Beat this crazy woman to death!"

The Yang family's direct brothers were indeed envious.

But those Yang family relatives around him.

They all seemed to have their feet rooted to the spot.

Not moving.

Yang Dashan's dead parents were like the mythical creature Pixiu when they were alive—they only took in and never gave out.

They had a falling out with their brothers and sisters in the clan over a few plots of land for their homestead, and never spoke to each other again.

Now that everyone is dead, who would want to provoke Song Xianglan, this evil spirit, for a few rotten bones?

Yang Dali shouted for a long time.

Looking back.

His cousins ​​either looked up at the clouds in the sky or looked down at the ants on the ground, but no one paid any attention to him.

Song Xianglan slammed Yang Xiaohong against the coffin.

Straighten your back.

His sinister gaze swept over the group of people who were pretending to be deaf and dumb.

"Whose ancestral graves aren't on the mountain?"

Whoever dares to meddle today, I, Song Xianglan, am telling you right now, I'll dig up their grave tonight.

Unless your whole family moves to live on your parents' graves.

Otherwise, let's see if you can hold out."

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

This woman is a mad dog now.

It bites anyone it catches.

We can't afford to mess with them.

Several elderly people in the brigade, relying on their seniority, couldn't stand it anymore and came out shakily, leaning on their canes.

"Xianglan, leave some room for maneuver. You have to consider our old faces and not make things too difficult for the dead. It's not only bad karma, but it also makes us old bones feel disheartened."

Song Xianglan spat, her eyes sharper than knives.

"I was bullied by the Yang family. Has anyone ever given me any face?"

Now you want to talk to me about good deeds?

"Which shameless old bastard dares to help Yang Dali steal the house I worked so hard to build? I'll go and shit and piss on his ancestral grave every day!"

The old men's faces turned green.

He was so angry that his beard trembled wildly.

Song Xianglan gave them no chance to breathe, raising her voice:

"I not only pull it myself, I also pay people to pull it."

I don't believe I can't find a lazy bum who's always pissing and peeing if I pay one dollar a day.

"We'll turn your ancestral graves into a cesspool, so your ancestors for eighteen generations can bathe in it."

"You...you..."

Several elderly people clutched their chests, their eyes rolled back, and they nearly died on the spot.

The younger person next to him was so frightened that he quickly pinched his philtrum.

Fearing that this crazy woman would actually do what she said and start construction on their own family graves, they dragged their elderly relatives back.

The captain rubbed his throbbing temples.

I feel like all the headaches I've ever had in my life have come back to haunt me today.

Trying to reason with a shrew like Song Xianglan, who's willing to risk her life, is like casting pearls before swine.

"Song Xianglan, what exactly do you need? Let's put things out in the open."

Song Xianglan puts one hand on her hip.

The shovel in his other hand pounded the ground with a loud thud.

What can I need?

This house was built with the hard-earned money I saved from slaughtering pigs piece by piece. What does it have to do with those two old geezers?

What does it have to do with Yang Dashan's brothers who are only good at bullying their own kind?

What right did they have to rob us? Just because they're arrogant?

Her gaze shifted, and she stared intently at Yang Dali.

"Why should my house be left to that bastard Yang Jianjun? I, Song Xianglan, will not raise an ungrateful wretch, much less a bastard."

These words immediately resonated with the women present.

If any man dares to bring home an illegitimate child, he'll have to divide the family property.

That would be an absolutely earth-shattering event.

"Xianglan is right. Why should it be given to a bastard?"

"A house built with money earned by a woman should never be given to some bastard outside the marriage."

The men and women in the village smacked their lips, inwardly unconvinced.

In their view, it doesn't matter whether it's a domestic flower or a wild flower.

As long as it has a stem, it's our own seed, so why can't we inherit the family property?

It looks like they're about to start arguing again.

The captain roared with a dark face:

"Shut up, all of you. We'll proceed according to the divorce agreement."

Yang Dashan himself signed and put his fingerprint on it, so who do you guys from different rooms think you are?

If you have any complaints, go to Yang Dashan in prison.

Yang Darong, neck stiff, looked defiant:

"We can't let the Song family benefit from this. It's unacceptable for the Yang family's assets to fall into the hands of outsiders."

Before he could finish speaking, Song west's large, fan-like hand swung over again.

"Bang!"

Yang Darong hadn't reacted yet.

Half of his face swelled up like a steamed bun, and he had to turn around before collapsing.

The area is closed.

When the Yang brothers saw Yang Darong being beaten, they roared and rushed over.

Several cousins ​​who had been watching from the sidelines saw the chaos and wanted to take advantage of the situation, thinking they might be able to vent their anger on the Song family.

"Yang Xiaotian, you coward, how dare you make a move?"

Song Xianglan, with her sharp eyes, spotted Yang Xiaotian preparing to kick her, grabbed a shovel and swatted at him like a fly.

"Snap!"

The shovel flat landed squarely on Yang Xiaotian's ankle.

"Oh dear—my goodness!"

Yang Xiaotian let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

He rolled on the ground clutching his ankle, crying and sniffling from the pain.

The Song family's nephews had been fighting since they were little, and they worked together seamlessly.

Song Qiang kicked one of them over, Song west grabbed another by the hand, and the others finished them off from behind.

Less than two minutes later.

The men from the Yang family who led the trouble were all thrown into the large grave pit that had just been dug.

The pit was instantly filled with people.

Yang Xiaohong was pinned to the bottom and couldn't even scream.

"Bury it," Song Xianglan ordered.

Without saying a word, Song Qiang snatched the shovel, scooped up a large clump of yellow soil, and threw it at the pile of people in the pit.

"Splash!"

Mud splattered all over Yang Dali and the others' faces and mouths.

"Huh? It's really buried."

"Help! Someone's being buried alive!"

As they watched the shovelful of soil being poured down, they scrambled and crawled, stepping on each other's heads to climb up.

Even though he ran away, he didn't dare turn back to pick up his shoes.

They tumbled down the mountain, howling and screaming all the way.

The captain clutched his chest. "They've all run away. Xianglan, quickly put your in-laws' graves back up. What kind of behavior is this?"

"My in-laws just said that it's too hot to cover the ground with such a thick layer of soil in this sweltering weather, and they want to open it up to cool off."

The villagers around him twitched at the corners of their mouths.

"When did she say that?...?"

Song Xianglan's eyes widened, her expression fierce:

"Just like I said. If you don't believe me, can one of you go down and ask?"

Anyone who wants to go down and verify this, I'll give them a free ride.

Everyone took a step back in unison.

Who would want to go down and ask a dead man for confirmation?

The captain had no choice but to offer cigarettes to several members of the Yang family.

"Thank you for your help in filling the soil back up. Here, have a cigarette."

The relatives accepted the cigarettes.

He muttered curses as he filled in the soil.

"Yang Dali and his gang are really scoundrels. Their own mother's grave was dug up, and they ran faster than rabbits."

"They act all high and mighty normally, but they're all cowards when it really matters."

Yang Xiaohong was then pulled up from the bottom of the pit.

Covered in mud and blood, wiping away tears as she sobbed:

"This isn't my brother's fault, it's all that vicious woman, Song the Pig-Slayer..."

A relative, an older man, shoveled dirt onto the grave.

"You, a woman who married out of the country, can't distinguish right from wrong and are stirring up trouble inside."

Don't think we don't know; you're just jealous of Song Xianglan's wages at the slaughterhouse and want to force her out.

Yang Xiaohong's thoughts were exposed.

It slunk away with its tail between its legs.

……

After the farce ended, Song Xianglan returned home in a grand procession with several of her nephews.

Song Tingting and Shen Huijun are back.

Song Tingting brought back a piece of pork belly weighing two pounds.

There were also two large bones with meat still attached.

"Mom! This is from Brother Gan. He said it's to help us get some nourishment." Song Tingting handed over the meat, her eyes sparkling.

Song Xianglan took the meat, her heart warmed.

Gan Zhiyuan is a thoughtful child.

"Everyone's worked hard today, let's eat here. We'll have a nice meal tonight!"

Song Xianglan rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen.

Song Qiang's nephews were also busy, some chopping wood and others carrying water.

Song Xianglan decided to make a pot of taro savory rice.

The fresh taro was peeled.

Cut it into square pieces.

Throw it into a pot of hot oil and fry it.

The crust quickly turned golden brown and crispy, releasing a unique caramelized aroma.

Remove the fried taro and drain off the excess oil.

Leave some oil in the pan, then slice the pork belly into thin slices and stir-fry them.

The fat in the fatty meat is gradually rendered out.

Next, pour the pre-soaked dried oysters, diced shiitake mushrooms, and dried shrimp into the pot all at once.

The salty and savory flavor of seafood mixed with the aroma of lard instantly filled the entire courtyard.

Several of my nephews were smelling the aroma in the yard.

My appetite was whetted, and my Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

After stir-frying evenly, add soy sauce and salt to taste.

Then pour the fried taro back in, and finally pour in the washed rice. Stir-fry quickly so that every grain of rice is coated with the oily sauce color.

Add water, cover the pot, bring it to a boil over high heat, then remove the firewood and simmer using the embers from the stove.

Half an hour later.

The pot lid was lifted.

Finally, Song Xianglan sprinkled on some crispy fried shallot oil and bright green scallions.

A pork bone and radish soup was simmering on the stove.

I also stir-fried cabbage.

Stir-fried crab with ginger and scallions.

Salt and pepper razor clams.

Steamed yellowfin tuna.

Braised pork belly with taro and tiger-skin eggs.

Song west had the biggest appetite and was busy wiping the table under the banyan tree clean. "Life at my aunt's house is like celebrating the New Year."