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

Shen Huijun and Song Tingting braved the wind and squeezed in.

Their cheeks were flushed red from the wind, but their eyes shone with an indescribable excitement.

He looked as if he had just shared some little secret that only girls would understand.

Her face even had a faint blush.

"mom!"

Song Tingting rushed over and hugged Song Xianglan's arm, rubbing her head against her shoulder repeatedly. "I missed you so much last night when you didn't come back. I couldn't sleep well at all."

Song Xianglan's heart softened.

She reached out and tidied her daughter's messy bangs, scolding her playfully:

"You're such a grown-up, why are you still acting like a child? Aren't you afraid your two cousins ​​will laugh at you?"

Shen Huijun washed her hands before coming closer. "Mom, I overheard people gossiping on the way back. What happened to Lin Fang?"

There's so little entertainment these days.

If there's even the slightest disturbance in someone's home, the whole village will be on high alert.

Even Song west and Song Yang, who were about to leave, couldn't move.

My butt felt like it was glued to the bench.

Song west skillfully grabbed a handful of tea leaves and threw them into the enamel mug. This kind of tea, roasted over high-fire charcoal, is unique to rural areas. As soon as boiling water is poured in, the aroma of roasted tea immediately bursts out.

"Third Aunt, tell us more, we want to hear the excitement too."

Song Xianglan recounted in detail how Lin Fang was bullied by her in-laws, how Liu Chounu protected her son, and how Lin Man stood up for himself.

Song Tingting's face turned deathly pale.

His voice trembled.

"This is terrifying... getting married is like jumping into a fire pit."

Looking at her daughter's terrified eyes.

Song Xianglan felt a sudden, sharp pain in her heart.

In her past life, didn't Tingting jump into a fire pit?

That beastly son-in-law treated Tingting like a baby-making machine, having one child after another. In the end, Tingting suffered a difficult labor and massive bleeding, and died without even leaving a last word.

At that time, she didn't even have the ability to support her daughter.

He could only watch helplessly as his daughter died in the pool of blood.

Song Xianglan held her daughter's hand tightly.

"Tingting, you're still young, so you should focus all your attention on your studies."

Go to university and go out into the world!

If you meet a kind and caring man in the future, then you can talk about marriage. If you don't meet one, Mom will support you for the rest of your life.

We don't care about that marriage certificate, and we certainly don't want to be someone's slave.

Song Tingting stared blankly at her mother. "Mom, I'll listen to you! I'll definitely get into university!"

Shen Huijun, who was standing to the side, felt her heart burning with emotion.

Looking at her mother-in-law's resolute face and then at her obedient sister-in-law, she felt that this life was too good to be true, as if it were a blessing stolen from God.

Song west and Song Yang listened to the gossip.

She wiped the tea stains from the corner of her mouth, stood up to say goodbye, and said, "Third Aunt, we'll head back now."

The two brothers got on their bikes and sped off against the strong wind.

I saw my nephew off.

As darkness fell, the wind howled outside, but inside, a warm and cozy atmosphere prevailed.

"Let's not cook tonight, we'll just fry something!"

Song Xianglan waved her hand dismissively, "With so many oysters, it'd take forever to make oyster omelets. Tingting, what kind of fried food do you want?"

"Fried oysters, fried seaweed and tofu, and some sweet potatoes and taro too," Song Tingting said, perking up immediately at the mention of food.

"Okay! Since we can't go out during a typhoon, we'll just stay home and cook."

The three of them got right to work and had a clear division of labor.

Shen Huijun picked up the flour bag, scooped out the flour, and added water to make a thick paste.

Song Xianglan went to the backyard and picked a handful of green garlic, washed and chopped it. This is the soul of oyster omelet; it won't be fragrant without it.

She then pulled out several large, green-shelled duck eggs from a small jar in the corner.

The cleaver was making a clattering sound on the cutting board.

The fish pieces were cut to an even thickness.

Cut the sweet potatoes and taro into thin slices.

The firm tofu was crushed into small pieces, mixed with shredded seaweed, an egg was added, and five-spice powder was sprinkled on top. The aroma wafted out even before it was put into the pot.

In the past, who would be willing to waste so much gas?

They only dare to fry some New Year's goods during holidays.

But now that Song Xianglan has money in her hands, she is not worried. Looking at the bowls of prepared ingredients, she only feels satisfied.

Heat oil in a wok.

Shen Huijun sat in front of the stove; she loved tending the fire.

Once the oil was hot, Song Xianglan first fried sweet potatoes and taro.

The golden chunks sizzled and rolled in the oil, making a sound that made your mouth water.

The overpowering aroma of fried food wafted out of the courtyard wall on the wind, heading straight into the noses of the Lin family next door.

Lin Gang's wife was stirring the watery sweet potato porridge in the pot with a spatula.

Smell this fragrance.

My stomach rumbled loudly, much to my dismay.

She swallowed hard.

Sour and authentic:

"They eat fish and meat every day! Several of us strong laborers earn work points, but it's not as quick a profit as catching a cheater and getting compensation. No wonder they're living such a prosperous life; it's all illicit money."

She was calculating the several thousand yuan in Song Xianglan's hands.

The more I think about it, the more frustrated I feel about being a neighbor.

The pressure is so intense it's suffocating.

……

The wind was so strong that it was hard to stand. As soon as Liu Chounv reached the dirt road in front of her house, she bumped into Old Lin and his son Lin Mu, who were returning from work.

Old Lin, his face dark, immediately asked:

"Is Lin Fang still staying at Lin Man's house?"

Liu Chou-nv forced herself to say, "I'm resting at Xiao-man's house."

Old Lin pointed at Liu Chounu's nose and cursed, "No matter how bad Xiaoman is, he's still your own son. You're going to ruin your son for the sake of a married girl?"

When they got married, we didn't leave any dowry.

Yutian has already admitted his mistake; he and his wife have a child. What kind of behavior is it to stay at his wife's parents' house? How pitiful are children without a mother!

The ugly woman retorted irritably:

"The child has grandparents, a father, and a large family. How can he be pitiful?"

My daughter is the one who's pitiful.

She was beaten half to death by her in-laws, and even after returning to her parents' home, she was still disliked by her own father and brothers.

Lin Mu, who had been silent all along, suddenly interrupted.

"Mom, I didn't look down on her. It's just... divorced women are unlucky and will take away the fortune of their maternal family."

If she really wants a divorce, that's fine, but she'd better find someone else first.

Go straight to the next house, don't come into our house.

Lin Mu's mind was filled with his wife's whispered words of advice.

If Lin Fang could remarry, she should definitely bring back a dowry to help support her family; that would be great.

But absolutely not allowed inside!

"Snapped!"

The ugly woman was so angry that she trembled all over.

The slap was delivered with all the force of his body, leaving Lin Mu completely stunned, and five bright red finger marks instantly appeared on his face.

"Your Lin family is so poor that even a mouse would have to leave with tears in its eyes if it came in. You have no wealth whatsoever."

Let the ugly woman finish her shout.

Ignoring the father and son's reaction, he took off running into his own yard.

That was the fastest she had ever run in her life.

Lin Mu covered his burning cheek.

He stared in disbelief at his mother's retreating figure, then turned to look at Old Lin.

"Dad! Mom's gone mad! She's become just like that shrew next door, hitting people at the drop of a hat."

"She's your mother, I can say that. You can't say that."

"Didn't you see Mom and Aunt Song are in cahoots now? Do you think you can out-argue Aunt Song with her sharp tongue?"

Lin Gang came up from behind and advised, "Besides, it's Lin Man's business whether he lets Lin Fang in. I don't believe that troublemaker Tang Juhua can tolerate Lin Fang staying here long-term."

Old Lin exhaled a breath of stale air:

"No, we can't let them run wild."

No matter how bad the son is, he's still family, and the grandchildren he bears are the continuation of the Lin family line.

"You all go back first. I'm going to Lin Man's house to try and clear his head!"

Done.

Old Lin had his hands behind his back.

Braving the wind, they walked towards Lin Man's house.

Lin Gang and Lin Mu stood at the intersection.

I could smell the aroma of fried oysters wafting from next door.

It was a blend of the sweetness of seafood and the smoky aroma of oil, so enticing it was almost irresistible.

Lin Mu sniffed and cursed angrily, "Aunt Song has set a bad example. She's letting these old women think that getting a divorce means they can eat fried food! It's a disaster!"