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

Yang Jianjun covered his face, which was swollen like a steamed bun, and curled up on the ground, gasping for breath in pain.

He watched his mother slowly rolling up her sleeves to wash her hands.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

In the past, when his family slaughtered a chicken, the chicken leg would always be put directly into his bowl, even Song Xiangdong had to step aside.

"mom……"

Yang Jianjun felt a surge of grievance that went straight to the top of his head.

"You've spoiled me since I was little, and you've never laid a finger on me."

In the past, whenever there were bones or pig offal at home, I always ended up in my mouth.

Why... why are you attacking me now?

They didn't leave me with any childhood trauma, so why are they treating me like this now? What did I do wrong?

Song Xianglan walked to the edge of the pool.

Pick up a bar of scented soap, rub it in your hands, and create a fine lather.

"Then let it remain a nightmare for adults."

She rinsed the foam off her hands, her eyes colder than the well water.

"Yang Jianjun, if you had two eyes, you should have seen that this house now belongs to the Song family and you have no share in it."

If you insist on staying here, that's fine too.

Then tighten the skin.

I beat you three times a day; if I skip even one, I feel like I'm doing you a disservice to your worthless body.

Chen Xiuqin listened to these words.

My body trembled, and I was filled with regret.

If I had known that this old hag had become so ruthless, I would never have dared to walk into the line of fire.

But then I think of the thatched hut at the west end of the village, where even rats don't live.

She felt she could endure it a little longer.

Wait until Song Xianglan calms down.

"Then give us back the money we handed over back then. As long as you give us the money, we'll leave immediately and won't be an eyesore."

Song Xianglan was amused.

Before Chen Xiuqin could react, "slap slap" she received two more slaps.

"Do you think I'm as stupid as you? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror?"

Song Xianglan pointed at Chen Xiuqin's nose and cursed.

"In my eyes, you two are nothing but two piles of shit."

You still want money from me?

Do you want two turds of shit?

You piece of trash with shit in your brains, don't you have any idea where that money came from?

"What you swallowed, I'll make you spit out the same way."

He wasn't satisfied even after cursing.

Song Xianglan raised her foot and kicked Yang Jianjun again.

Dazhuang and Erzhuang squatted behind the stone pier outside the courtyard gate, their heads huddled together, their eyes wide open.

They looked at the grandmother in the yard who had beaten their parents so badly they were rolling on the ground.

I was so scared I didn't dare to breathe.

Da Zhuang shrank his neck:

"Is Grandma possessed by a ghost?"

Erzhuang sniffed.

"I don't know, I'm too scared to go in and ask for meat, I'm also afraid of getting beaten up."

Song Xianglan caught a glimpse of the two little brats out of the corner of her eye.

"What wicked things did your ancestors, the Yang family and the Chen family, do for eighteen generations to produce two turds of shit like you, who are worse than animals?"

"This is the kitchen, a place of utmost importance. If you dare set foot inside, I'll break your legs."

Yang Jianjun and Chen Xiuqin didn't dare to argue back and scrambled back to their room.

The door was closed.

The atmosphere in the room changed instantly.

Chen Xiuqin plopped down on the bed.

He was in so much pain that he grimaced, his face covered in tears and snot.

"Crying, crying, crying! You're a jinx!"

Yang Jianjun grew angrier the more he thought about it. "It's all your fault, you good-for-nothing woman. If you hadn't insisted on getting your good-for-nothing brother a job at the slaughterhouse, my mother wouldn't be like this."

Now look what's happened! The money's gone, and I'm getting beaten up along with you. If my mom doesn't change her mind, she'll definitely kick me out.

Chen Xiuqin wasn't one to be trifled with either; she jumped up and started scratching.

"Now that something's happened, you're blaming me? A woman marries a man for food and clothing; following you only means getting beaten up."

Suddenly, a series of smashing and breaking sounds came from inside the house.

It was accompanied by women's screams and men's roars.

It was incredibly lively.

Dogs fighting, a mouthful of fur.

"Tingting, serve the dishes," Song Xianglan called out in a strong voice.

When it's hot, we eat in the yard.

If there's not enough room to sit, then stand.

A large bowl of stonefish soup was served, the milky white broth bubbling and emitting a fragrant aroma.

Next came a large plate of stir-fried pig lungs in tea oil, topped with tea leaves.

And there's also stir-fried chives with pig's blood.

Boiled squid.

The most amazing dish is steamed glutinous rice with blue crabs. The crabs are bright red, and the glutinous rice is soaked with the oil from the crab roe.

When Song Yang returned, he handed the change to Liu Chounu.

"Aunt Liu, everything's bought, it's all in the basket on the cart. Here's the rest of the money."

The ugly woman took the money and put it directly into her pocket.

He plopped down next to Song Xianglan.

"Then I'll just freeload here for dinner today. Lanlan, your food looks so delicious, it would make anyone's mouth water."

From the other side of the courtyard wall came Old Lin's hoarse voice:

"Old woman, where have you been? Come home for dinner!"

The ugly woman had just picked up a large bowl of white rice.

There were also two pieces of pig lung piled on top.

Upon hearing this sound, she paused.

The timid and submissive attitude of the past was just about to resurface.

He looked at Song Xianglan beside him.

It was forcefully suppressed.

She shouted something to the neighbor next door:

"You always complain that I eat too much and waste food."

I'm doing this out of kindness today and won't eat at home, so I can save the food for you.

See how good I am to you, unlike you who's always eyeing how many grains of rice are in my bowl.

There was a few seconds of silence next door.

He was clearly taken aback by this sudden retort.

Old Lin wanted to curse but dared not raise his voice, for fear of angering Song Xianglan next door, who had just beaten her son.

He could only mutter under his breath, "This is outrageous... They've been corrupted by Song Xianglan..."

Shen Huijun served Song Xianglan a bowl of soup.

He served himself another bowl.

I took a bite.

His eyes lit up instantly: "Mom, this stonefish soup is so delicious!"

"The seafood in Qingyang is just the best; it can't compare to seafood from other sea areas."

Song Xianglan picked up a crab leg.

Take a bite, and there's a crisp "crunch".

The plump crab meat inside is exposed.

Her teeth are so good that it's enviable.

As Yang Jianjun and Chen Xiuqin listened to the cheerful sounds outside, their stomachs began to rumble loudly.

The two lay paralyzed on the bed.

They stared at each other.

The taste of blood in their mouths, mixed with hunger, was worse than killing them.

They ate and drank their fill.

Song Xianglan went inside, took a cloth bag, filled it with two or three pounds of rice noodles, and also stuffed in two packets of brown sugar.

"Walk."

Song Xianglan pushed her bicycle. "Let's go to Xiaofang's place."

The ugly woman should hurry up and follow.

Sitting on the back of a bicycle.

Even after riding my bicycle onto the path next to the yard, I could still hear Old Lin cursing for leaving his ugly daughter behind to wash the dishes.

The wind blew, and those foul words dissipated.

I couldn't hear it clearly.

The ugly woman sat in the back seat, listening to the wind in her ears.

He suddenly sighed:

"Lanlan, you're really living a comfortable life. Now I understand why Second Grandma didn't shed a single tear when Second Grandpa died, and even said she wasn't sad at all."

What she didn't dare say aloud was...

Listening to Old Lin's cursing now, I actually wish that old bastard would die soon.

What's the point of living so long?

It's completely useless except for tormenting people.

Song Xianglan pedaled the bicycle hard.

The sound traveled on the wind:

"A good life is something you have to fight for. If you don't dare to fight for it, you'll only be a beast of burden for the rest of your life, having someone ride on your neck and shit on you."

The ugly woman remained silent.

She touched the fifty yuan in her pocket; it was the first time in her life she had ever hidden away money.

She was actually terrified.

She was afraid that if she went against the grain, her son would dislike her.

I'm afraid that when I get old, no one will take care of me. I'm afraid that when I die, my old bones will be thrown into the sea to feed the fish, and there won't even be anyone to take me up the mountain.

But holding that money in my hand, the sense of security felt so real.

He lived a life of humiliation.

I'll try something exciting when I'm old.

If I continue to be so pathetic, I won't even be able to afford a coffin, let alone five dollars.

With that thought in mind, Liu Chounu steeled her resolve, banishing all those chaotic thoughts from her mind. Anyway, her brain was as slow as a crab's; she couldn't be bothered to think things through. Following Lanlan couldn't be wrong.