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

"Mom. I'm your son." Yang Jianjun cried.

"If you weren't my son, I'd beat the shit out of you."

Song Xianglan released her grip while cursing.

"Tingting, go get some porridge. Make sure it's dry."

Chen Xiuqin moved her lips, but didn't dare to say anything.

Song Xianglan, biting into an egg, surveyed the courtyard.

"Chen Xiuqin. Have you fed the chickens and ducks?"

Is the pig feed ready?

The yard wasn't swept, and the vegetable garden in the backyard wasn't watered.

Song Xianglan touched Chen Xiuqin's forehead with her finger.

"You lazy woman, all you do is eat."

In her previous life, Song Xianglan raised her grandson.

He made money by setting up a stall on a tricycle, and later opened his first clothing store.

He opened another restaurant.

All the money they earned went into the pockets of Yang Dashan and Yang Jianjun.

When she gets older.

Chen Xiuqin got all her family members working at the restaurant, and asked Song Xianglan to stay home and clean.

As soon as she got back, he started scolding her for the water stains in the sink, the cat hair on the sofa, and the handprint on the stove...

They called her a lazy mother-in-law.

She would often pinch her and slap her.

He often says:

"My mom knows how to help out at the shop. You're the only one who stays home enjoying a life of leisure, and you can't even do a proper housework. I won't take care of you in your old age."

He even poured cold water on her bedding in the middle of the night.

At one or two in the morning, he kicked the door, saying, "You old geezer. You could go out and collect cardboard to sell for money."

Song Xianglan's restaurant and clothing store were taken away.

She was also bullied by them, who said she was born to enjoy a life of luxury and didn't have to do anything.

Chen Xiuqin: "..."

"I just swept the yard."

"There are still chicken feathers on the floor. Where did you sweep them? All you do is stay at home and do nothing all day."

In a fit of anger, Song Xianglan slapped Chen Xiuqin.

"Other people's daughters-in-law work all day long, but you're too lazy to even have maggots."

After I finished scolding those two.

Song Xianglan felt refreshed and went to the kitchen to lift the pot lid.

Ladle out the thick porridge.

"Tingting, you didn't eat enough. Have another bowl of porridge."

Song Tingting's lips moved slightly. "Mom, I'm full. You can eat."

"Give me some. I haven't eaten yet."

Yang Dashan leaned forward, his mouth watering as he looked at the bowl of porridge.

"Get out of here."

Song Xianglan raised her hand and slapped him again.

Thinking about how Yang Dashan had relied on her for two lifetimes and lived such a comfortable life.

They even turned her own son into an adopted son, making her raise her third sister's son, which made her seethe with hatred.

I blame myself for not recognizing people properly.

They were captivated by Yang Dashan's worthless good looks and sweet talk.

"Why did you hit me again?"

"You have such a pig-like face first thing in the morning, it annoys me to even look at you."

Song Xianglan divided half of the porridge in her bowl into half for Song Tingting, saying, "You use your brain in class, so eat more."

Song Tingting: "..."

Song Xianglan was wearing a dark blue jumpsuit, and the wrinkles on her face were quite noticeable.

At only fifty-two years old, he already has gray hair.

She used to be assertive with herself, but always smiled at her older brother and father.

Now it's the other way around.

Song Tingting's mind was in turmoil.

She ate the porridge mechanically, then asked, "Mom, what did my second brother say in his letter?"

"He said he got married. He just submitted the marriage application, but he has a military mission, so he won't be bringing your second sister-in-law back with him."

Song Xianglan remembered receiving a letter from Song Xiangdong in her previous life.

She ran to town, made a phone call, and gave Song Xiangdong a good scolding.

She insisted on getting a month's allowance from him and even developed a grudge against Shen Huijun.

He went to the military family compound and worked hard.

Shen Huijun was a capitalist's daughter, literate and very polite, but she was bullied half to death by Song Xianglan.

Upon hearing that Song Xiangdong had gotten married, Chen Xiuqin's eyes lit up and she said:

"Mom. My second brother has forgotten his mother now that he has a wife. He should have told you about such an important event as his wedding first."

"If I arrange my own marriage, how can I expect to receive my allowance later?"

"Sigh... Back then, Jianjun gave him the opportunity to join the army, but he didn't show any gratitude at all."

Song Xianglan took off her cloth shoes.

He chased after Chen Xiuqin and hit her a few times.

"That foul-mouthed woman. Would Jianjun, with his cowardly appearance, become a laughingstock in the army?"

He's too cowardly to be a soldier; he can't even lift a gun.

Yang Jianjun: "..."

"Mom. I gave it to Xiangdong."

Song Xianglan picked up her shoe and slapped Yang Jianjun across the face.

"You cried and begged not to join the army. The recruiter called you a coward."

"You can't even be a militiaman, what are you dreaming of?"

Yang Dashan finished the porridge in a few gulps.

He sneaked out, only to find himself with a shrewish and short-tempered wife at home.

Life is unbearable.

"Yang Dashan, you have to get me ten work points today."

Yang Dashan didn't believe Song Xianglan was so ruthless.

In the past, when I was angry, I would make him do a full set of work points.

But in the afternoon, Song Xianglan would definitely come back from town and buy some pig's head meat to bring him to eat.

He was eating pig's head meat in the field.

Song Xianglan worked in the fields just like an old ox.

Song Xianglan vented her frustrations.

Tell Song Tingting to ride her bike to school.

She walked through the hill behind the village and went to the seaside.

He carried a basket to knock down oysters.

Xiaoquan Brigade is famous for its stone oysters, and local people often come to harvest them.

There is also an oyster factory not far from here, and many people in the town work there.

In one morning, we collected two large baskets of oysters.

I picked up some clams, two three-eyed crabs, and a few small shrimp.

The time has come to an end.

Song Xianglan was carrying a basket and hurrying home when Zhang Yujuan stopped her before she had gone far.

"Sister Xianglan." Zhang Yujuan's husband was often away from home for more than half a year while working on a ship. Her parents-in-law died early, and she lived a carefree life.

She had a silk scarf tied around her neck.

"Xianglan, are you going through menopause?"

Song Xianglan believed that she must have been deceived by Yang Dashan to have an affair, but when she thought about how raising their son had caused Song Xiangdong so much suffering when he was a child, she couldn't help but think about how she had raised two sons and caused Song Xiangdong so much suffering.

After some hesitation, he put down the carrying pole.

"What business is it of yours if I'm going through menopause?"

"Oh dear, how vulgar you are! A refined woman like me doesn't swear, I..."

When Zhang Yujuan met Song Xianglan's fiery red eyes, she was so frightened that she clutched her chest and screamed.

"Ah... Sister Xianglan."

Song Xianglan grabbed her hair and slammed her head against a nearby bark-peeling tree.

He raised his hand and slapped her twice more.

"Song Xianglan. You old hag, you wicked woman who hogs the place without doing anything... Waaah..."

Song Xianglan grabbed a handful of yellow sand and stuffed it into her mouth.

He pushed her to the ground.

Clap your hands, pick up your load and go home.

Behind her came Zhang Yujuan's intermittent coughing and cursing, which was very vulgar, but she did not turn around.

I'll beat up Zhang Yujuan's son and man at noon to vent my anger.

Song Xianglan carried a load on her shoulder as she passed through the fields where everyone in the production team was working.

Someone shouted:

"Old Mrs. Song. Your educated man said he fell and hurt his face last night, and he wants you to kill an old hen at home to help him recover."

Everyone in the brigade knew that Song Xianglan was Yang Dashan's lackey, doing whatever he told her to do.

Yang Dashan was a smart aleck, but he was lucky to find a butcher named Song Xianglan.

Anyone who dares to bully Yang Dashan will be met with Song Xianglan taking a butcher knife and going to their house to demand an explanation.

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes:

"That old geezer is dreaming. The old hen is for Xiangdong's wife to eat."

The villagers immediately perked up their ears.

Especially Liu Dahua at the village entrance, when she was young, she and Song Xianglan were so close they were practically inseparable.

Because she said a few bad things about Yang Dashan, Song Xianglan, whose eyes were blinded by cow dung, chased her all the way up a small hill.

He forced her to jump into the sea and swim to a nearby reef before turning back.

Captain Wang's wife:

"Xiang Dong got married? I remember you said you wanted him to marry your sister-in-law's second daughter."

Liu Dahua's eyes darkened; it was a pity.

Song Xianglan spat:

"A woman who spoils her brother with three children doesn't deserve my Xiangdong."

"If you have any chicken or duck eggs recently, don't take them to the town's supply and marketing cooperative to sell. Give them to me instead. I'll take them to Xiangdong and the others to eat."

Everyone gave a perfunctory reply.

They didn't take it seriously; everyone knew that Song Xianglan didn't like Song Xiangdong.

She approached Liu Dahua and said, "Huahua, you're really good at pickling salted duck eggs. I'll trade you ten or so."

...If they didn't exchange it, there was no way out. Song Xianglan picked up her load and left.

He cursed angrily at the field halfway there:

"Yang Jianjun, if you and your son don't get the full work points today, don't even think about eating a free meal."