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

Song Xianglan connected the water pipe to the hand pump well, inserted it into the pig's lung, and filled it with water.

Song Tingting snatched the work from her hands.

They pushed people into the house.

"Mom, washing pig lungs with water and patting and scrubbing them is really hard on the back."

Go back to your room and rest. My sister-in-law and I will cook dinner today.

Song Xianglan didn't argue.

This is also a blessing to enjoy one's children.

She pointed to the stone fish in the wooden basin, "These stone fish have thick skin and smell bad. When Song Qiang comes, tell him to peel off the skin."

Add some tofu, then some chopped mustard greens to the soup. I just crave that fresh taste.

Song Tingting nodded and noted it down.

He deftly patted the water-filled pig lungs. "My sister-in-law went to the educated youth settlement. I heard that someone there received a letter from home, telling them to study hard and sending a stack of high school review materials."

Song Xianglan's heart skipped a beat.

Time flies so fast, I almost forgot about this.

It's the end of August now.

On October 12th, the authorities will officially announce the resumption of the college entrance examination.

This is the golden key to changing your destiny.

Song Xianglan's expression was serious. "When your sister-in-law comes back, tell her to worry less about business matters in the future."

Focus your mind and immerse yourself in your books.

There's plenty of time to make money; a few more months won't make a difference. Getting into university is the most important thing.

"Mom, I understand. I'll definitely pass on the message."

Although Song Tingting didn't understand why her mother was so certain, her mother's words were like a royal decree.

Song Qiang led several of his cousins ​​in, all in a flurry of activity.

Since I started working for Song Xianglan.

Their waist bags were bulging, and their backs were straight.

Even Song Lao Si and his wife knew that their son was making money with their aunt. Although they thought it was just about trading pork, they were still very happy.

This means you have income.

"Cousin, come and clean the fish," Song Tingting called out.

"Mom wants to drink stonefish soup, so make sure the skin is clean."

"Okay!"

Song west rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the ugly stone fish, and skillfully slapped it with the back of his knife.

Song Xianglan went back to her room and lay down, her eyelids still closed.

Liu Chounu walked in looking anxious, her brows furrowed in a deep frown.

"Lanlan".

The old lady looks so absent-minded.

"Has the sky fallen?"

"It didn't collapse, but my heart is pounding."

Liu Chounu clutched her chest and plopped down on the edge of the bed. "I'm thinking about Xiaofang. Lanlan, could you come with me to Xiaofang's in-laws' house this afternoon? My eyelids have been twitching all morning; I have a feeling something bad is going to happen."

Song Xianglan felt a chill run down her spine.

past life.

Lin Fang jumped into the sea just a few days ago.

That girl has a fiery temper.

She was driven to desperation by her in-laws.

Song Xianglan made a quick decision, "I'll take a 15-minute nap to rest. You can have lunch at my place. Once we're full, we'll have the energy to go straight there."

"Then I need to prepare something. I can't go empty-handed, lest that snob look down on Xiaofang."

The ugly woman kept taking out money as she spoke.

She was personally transporting goods during this period.

He had saved up several hundred yuan, which he deposited with Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan opened the drawer to give her the money.

Liu Chounu grabbed her hand and pulled out a ten-yuan note from her pocket.

"Don't touch your money yet, I still have ten yuan on me."

Lanlan, could you ask your eldest nephew to make a trip to the commune?

Buy me a can of malted milk powder, weigh out two pounds of steamed egg custard, and get two pounds of pork fat from the slaughterhouse. I'm too anxious to do anything right now.

"OK."

Song Xianglan called out to the window, "Song Yang, come in."

"Third Aunt, what is it?"

"Take this money, ride your bike to the commune. Leave some for your aunt to buy malted milk powder and steamed egg cakes, then go to the slaughterhouse to find Gan Zhiyuan and ask him to cut the best pork belly."

Song Yang took the money.

He pushed up the old-fashioned scooter in the yard, kicked off with his foot, and dashed out like a gust of wind.

The ugly woman felt a little relieved.

I sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

Song Xianglan closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep.

If things really get out of hand this afternoon, it'll be physically demanding, so we'll need to conserve our energy.

I slept soundly, and when I woke up, the whole yard smelled of food.

The umami flavor of the stonefish soup, combined with the rich aroma of stir-fried pork belly with green peppers, fills the air.

Song Xianglan drew a basin of well water to wash her face.

The icy water instantly invigorated me.

I just dried my face.

Then they saw two furtive figures moving inwards along the wall.

Yang Jianjun and Chen Xiuqin looked disheveled.

They suffered endless scorn at the Chen family's hands. Those bloodsuckers in the Chen family took advantage of them and then kicked them out.

They had nowhere to go in the surrounding villages.

"Oh, the bastard's back?"

Song Qiang's cousins ​​surrounded him with hostile looks.

Yang Jianjun shuddered, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and bowed and scraped as he approached.

"Mom... Look at what you're saying, I'm your own son, how could I be a bastard?"

He wanted to stay by Song Xianglan's side.

Yang Jianjun's eyes darted around, and his mischievous schemes were about to surface again.

"Tingting will get married sooner or later. Xiangdong is in the army and doesn't come back for years, so we can't count on him. When you get old, I, as your eldest son, will have to take care of you at your bedside."

He reached out and poked Chen Xiuqin's lower back.

Chen Xiuqin forced a stiff smile.

"Yes, Mom, Jianjun and I will definitely take good care of you in the future."

From now on, I'll take care of all the housework. Jianjun will go earn work points, and I'll go beachcombing. I promise you won't have to worry about anything.

"You can't expect to grow old and have to go to your in-laws' house with Tingting, having to put up with their attitudes, can you?"

The two of them were singing in unison.

His words were all aimed at belittling Song Xiangdong and Song Tingting.

Song Xianglan was amused.

That's incredibly shameless.

How can one speak so confidently and righteously?

"Be filial to me?"

Song Xianglan walked up to the two men and suddenly reached out, grabbing Yang Jianjun and Chen Xiuqin by the collar with both hands.

The two of them hadn't even reacted yet.

It felt like a tremendous force was coming at me.

"Bang!"

Song Xianglan slammed her hands together, and the two heads collided solidly.

"Ouch!"

"My head!"

The two screamed, saw stars, and felt their heads buzzing; they almost fainted.

Song Xianglan didn't stop moving; she bent down and took off her cloth shoes with multi-layered soles.

"Snapped!"

The sole of the shoe slapped hard across Yang Jianjun's hypocritical face.

"I'll make you fulfill your filial duties!"

"Snapped!"

He swung it backhand again.

"I told you not to spill the water!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sound of the shoe sole hitting the face was crisp and loud, making one's teeth ache.

Yang Jianjun's face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Mom, stop hitting me. I'm your son."

Yang Jianjun covered his face and howled, trying to escape but was blocked by Song Qiang and his cousins.

Seeing that things were not going well, Chen Xiuqin screamed and tried to run out the door.

"Trying to run away?"

Shen Huijun was standing at the door at some point.

She grabbed Chen Xiuqin's hair.

They pulled the person back.

"Who just said we can't count on Xiangdong?"

Shen Huijun raised her hand and slapped Chen Xiuqin across the face.

"Xiang Dong defended the country and was a truly heroic figure. How dare you, a piece of trash, mention his name?"

Chen Xiuqin was stunned by the beating.

Just as he was about to retaliate, Song Tingting rushed forward.

"Sister-in-law, let me help you."

Song Tingting was still holding a large iron ladle for stir-frying, and she smacked Chen Xiuqin's buttocks and back.

"You still want to come with me to your in-laws' house and have to put up with their attitude? I'll show you my attitude today."

The two sisters-in-law worked together seamlessly.

One grabbed her hair, the other hit her with a spoon, and Chen Xiuqin's pig-like screams echoed throughout the Xiaoquan Brigade.

Song Xianglan's side didn't stop either.

Yang Jianjun had been beaten until he was kneeling on the ground, his face covered in snot, tears, and blood.

"Mom...I was wrong...I was really wrong..."

Song Xianglan kicked him right in the chest.

"You didn't get hurt last time, did you? This time I'll teach you a lesson. I may be old, but I'm still as tough as a mule when it comes to dealing with you two beasts."

Chickens and ducks were running around in the yard.

The ugly woman stood at the base of the wall, making clicking noises.

"Wow, that was a great move! A brilliant strike!"

She shouted at Yang Jianjun, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead:

"Yang Jianjun, if I were you, I wouldn't have the face to come back."

That thatched shed left by the landlord at the west end of our village used to be used to keep livestock.

I think it would be perfect for your family to move in.

"Let's move there. Don't dirty Lanlan's property here."

Song Xianglan got tired of hitting and put her shoes back on.

He tidied his slightly messy hair and looked down at the two piles of excrement on the ground.

"Did you hear that? That's your only place to go. Get out!"