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

The group exchanged glances. "Did Lanlan forget her brain when she went out, or has she finally come to her senses?"

Liu Dahua pursed her lips.

I already had a mental picture of how many salted duck eggs were left at home.

Song Xianglan returned home and sat in the yard, picking the oyster meat into a basin, intending to use it to make canned oysters.

Song Xiangdong really liked her pickled cucumber and oyster stew.

……

Yang Dashan sat under the longan tree.

He tilted his head slightly, gazing melancholically at the egrets landing on the mangroves in the distance.

He loved reading with Zhang Yujuan, and the two of them had endless sweet nothings to say and countless action scenes to perform.

Zhang Yujuan is a very gentle person, and she wears nice clothes.

Unlike Song Xianglan, who worked as a butcher in the slaughterhouse and would always argue loudly with people over trivial matters, this person was different.

You talk to her about romantic moments under the moon, and she says she has no money to spend.

She lacked any sense of dignity or self-awareness as the wife of a cultured person.

They even dared to make a cultured person like him do farm work.

It is an insult to civility.

This afternoon she came to apologize, and insisted on forcing her to ask Song Xiangdong for more money.

"Dad, go get to work."

Yang Jianjun ran over with a worried expression.

"Mom just went crazy again, telling so many people that she wanted my father and me to get all the work points."

Do you think she has something wrong with her brain or is mentally ill?

Yang Dashan stood up abruptly.

"Did she come to the field to find me?"

She still came to apologize; Yang Dashan was very confident in his reputation.

Yang Jianjun suppressed his anger and said, "She went home."

Yang Dashan: "..."

I rubbed my slightly hungry stomach.

He sighed.

"She can just go to the slaughterhouse and kill a few pigs tomorrow. It's your unreasonable wife who insisted on having a job, which drove your mother crazy."

"Yeah?"

"Your mother started slaughtering pigs with your grandfather when she was seven or eight years old. That's her only hobby in her life."

"Then make her hand over the housekeeping power. After taking our secret stash of money, I don't even have money to buy cigarettes."

"I've hidden some money; I'll give you some tonight."

Yang Dashan understood why Song Xianglan was angry, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

That old woman only had eyes for him.

Where have I ever seen a better man?

The midday sun made people feel lazy.

Song Xianglan stood at the courtyard gate and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Chen Xiuqin, come back and cook. Your two sons are crying for food."

"Lazy woman. If she were in someone else's house, she'd be beaten nine times in three days."

"I won't let you work, and I'm telling you to stay home and enjoy your retirement, but you can't even do a little chores properly."

"Chen Xiuqin".

……

"Chen Xiuqin, your mother-in-law is calling you home to cook."

Someone in the village called out to Chen Xiuqin, who was carrying firewood back, "Did you go to the back mountain to collect firewood?"

Chen Xiuqin's lips were still swollen.

There were only a few pieces of firewood in the basket on his back, and he dared not cut any branches.

"I'll go back and cook now."

"Tsk tsk tsk... Your mother-in-law is so good to you. She doesn't let you go to work, so why are you still looking so gloomy?"

The young wives of similar age were all envious and jealous of her. In the past, only Chen Xiuqin would strut around with her melon seeds in her hand.

"Xiao Xiang, you don't know my butcher mother-in-law, she..."

"We know she often brings meat back."

"Everyone in the entire Xiaoquan brigade makes a living by digging in the soil and going out to sea, but your mother-in-law works at the slaughterhouse, slaughtering pigs. She gets meat to eat and a salary. We all envy you so much."

Several people offered their advice in unison.

"Xiuqin, you've done enough as a daughter-in-law."

"Your mother only wants you to use money to support your older and younger brothers."

Chen Xiuqin was bewildered.

Isn't it only natural to give money to one's maternal family?

Is she wrong?

Chen Xiuqin wanted to complain about being beaten by her mother-in-law, but the women all advised her to be content with what she had.

He had a bellyful of grievances but nowhere to vent them.

Song Xianglan cooked a small pot of rice, and after it was cooked, she poured a little soybean oil along the edge of the pot.

I made a soup with three-eyed crab and some shredded ginger.

I picked a bunch of garlic from my private plot, washed it, and chopped it into sections. I rinsed the oysters and seasoned them with salt.

I scooped up a spoonful of sweet potato flour.

When Song Tingting rode her bike back, she smelled a fragrance wafting from the yard.

She rushed to the kitchen.

He said in a flustered manner:

"Mom. My teacher was going over my homework today, and I came home late. I'm sorry."

Song Xianglan ladled the oyster omelet she had made in the pot onto a plate.

He picked up a piece and fed it to Song Tingting.

"Studying is the most important thing. My biggest regret in life is not having studied."

You need to get into a good university so you can see how wonderful the world is.

She hopes her daughter can live her own life.

Song Tingting carefully opened her mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

"tasty."

Song Tingting once again wished that if her mother had a mental illness, she could stay that way.

"Have a meal."

Song Tingting's expression changed slightly. "Aren't we waiting for Dad and the others?"

"No, we won't wait."

The mother and daughter each ate a bowl of rice and finished off the oyster omelet. They even ate the three-eyed crab.

This was the first time Song Tingting had experienced what it felt like to be stuffed.

"Mom, I'll wash the dishes."

"it is good."

The remaining rice was scooped up and placed in the room.

The crispy rice crust was also served.

"Tingting, here's a key to my room. Go get something to eat if you're hungry."

Song Tingting quickly waved her hand:

"No, no. I'm not hungry."

"If you're hungry, drink more water and you won't feel hungry anymore."

Dazhuang and Erzhuang returned following the aroma.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, they complained of being hungry.

"What are you yelling about? Your lazy mother hasn't come back to cook yet."

Song Xianglan gave her two grandsons no kind look whatsoever. In her previous life, she had raised these two ungrateful wretches and had been subjected to a lot of insults and abuse ever since.

Dazhuang glared fiercely at Song Tingting, "Auntie, go cook."

"You little brat."

Song Xianglan picked up a broom and hit Dazhuang's buttocks, "How dare you assign your aunt to do chores."

Dazhuang was beaten and cried loudly.

The neighbor next door left an ugly woman leaning against the wall.

"Lanlan, are you going through menopause?"

"Yes. Menopause, irritability."

The ugly woman didn't dare to upset her.

When Chen Xiuqin got home, Song Xianglan scolded her and even hit her twice with a broom.

Chen Xiuqin was beaten until she went to cook, crying and sobbing.

Yang Jianjun and Yang Dashan returned together.

Yang Dashan stood at the door, deliberately making his clothes look even more disheveled with mud.

His face, contorted in a grimace, looked comical. Seeing Song Tingting squatting on the ground brushing shoes only fueled his anger.

In his mind, Song Tingting and Song Xiangdong were his children with Song Xianglan.

Not his child.

Back then, no one wanted the two children to have the surname Yang, so such a noble surname could only be reserved for Jianjun, the son of Yujuan.

"Tingting, listen to me, don't study."

What do girls do when they go to school?

Your older brother is such a smart person, yet he didn't go to school because of you and Xiang Dong.

Your Aunt Yujuan has found you a partner; come with me to meet him tomorrow.

Let me tell you, the man's family is incredibly well-off...

"I don't want to get married. I want to study."

Song Tingting cried and instinctively looked for Song Xianglan.

Her eyes instantly reddened, and she stared at Song Xianglan with a pitiful expression.

"Xianglan. Tingting is already 15 years old. Let's get engaged. We can get married at the end of the year, and the dowry money will allow us to have a good New Year."

"what……"

Yang Dashan was bent over when Song Xianglan kicked him in the stomach.

The pain made my whole body tremble.

"Song..."

The words hadn't even been spoken yet.

He was punched in the nose by Song Xianglan again.

It alarmed the neighbors of the two houses next door.

The ugly woman was left leaning against the wall.

She looked on in astonishment as Song Xianglan unilaterally beat Yang Dashan, touching her chin.

"Xianglan used to serve Yang Dashan more diligently than she would serve her ancestors. Now, beating him is worse than beating her grandson."

"Something's fishy."

Lin Gang, the ugly girl's son, told her not to lean against the wall, "When Uncle Dashan and his wife make up, don't let your aunt chase you with a butcher knife again."

The ugly woman remained silent.

She slowly descended, and "Song Xianglan, carrying a pig-slaughtering knife, ran like she was 26, not 52."

They're both women, so why is she the one who can kill pigs while I'm just being chased by them?

I'm so annoyed.