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

Yang Jianjun was jumping up and down outside.

"When you get old and can't move around, don't expect me to take care of you."

"I'm counting on you to make a fortune. You're so poor you're practically begging, why would I choose to live a good life with you and become a beggar?"

Song Xianglan opened the courtyard gate and was about to beat him up.

Yang Jianjun was so frightened that he ran away.

Song Xianglan looked up at the sky.

It was dark and gloomy, like a huge iron pot turned upside down, making it hard to breathe.

The sea breeze carries a damp, salty, fishy smell.

It blew the roadside weeds so that they rolled all over the ground.

She locked the courtyard gate and went to the old house where she kept her things.

Song Xianglan quickly checked the roof to make sure the tiles were secure before locking the large brass lock.

Just then, Liu Dahua also came to take a look.

The two said they estimated there would be more heavy rain, and they were afraid of heavy rain during the typhoon.

Let's take a look.

When I got home, I found a snakeskin bag, scooped up some wet sand from the roadside, and put it into the bag.

One bag after another.

The heavy sandbags completely blocked the entrance to the house, as if a dam had been built at the doorway.

"Is that all?"

Liu Dahua wiped the mud and sweat from her forehead, still somewhat worried.

"We still need to seal the windows."

Song Xianglan pointed to the rattling window frames, "Do you have any abandoned boat planks at home? Find them and nail them shut with long nails."

The two of them were busy again.

Liu Dahua straightened her back and looked at the house, which was sealed off like an iron barrel.

"Lanlan, after this typhoon, I want to build a house."

"What kind of cover?"

"I want to build an overseas Chinese-style building like the one in Shijiazhuang."

Liu Dahua's eyes sparkled, brighter than lightning. "That two-and-a-half-story villa that the second son of the Shi family built after returning from Southeast Asia, with its balcony and Roman columns, is incredibly impressive. I want to build one too."

Song Xianglan was stunned for a moment; that was a grand gesture.

There are many overseas Chinese buildings in Qingyang, all built 40 or 50 years ago.

"Good job, that's ambitious."

Song Xianglan smiled, "When I have more money in the future, I want to buy a house and a shop in the city."

Liu Dahua was having trouble keeping up.

His eyes darkened:

"Go to the city? Our roots are right here."

Song Xianglan looked at the rolling waves in the distance, her eyes somewhat unfocused. "Dahua, we both married into this village from another village."

I've spent half my life here.

People consider us to be from this village, but if we really talk about our roots, we're not actually from here.

We women are like dandelions in the wind.

It takes root wherever it lands, but a strong wind can blow it away.

Liu Dahua felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this.

He sighed:

"Yes, women are like dandelions."

"Stop sighing, hurry back and hide!"

Song Xianglan patted her shoulder, "This has a strong aftereffect, so don't come out."

The two hurried home.

Song Xianglan had just entered the courtyard.

A sharp sound came from the Lin family next door, even more piercing than the wind.

"Dad, how's it going over there? Did the house collapse?"

Lin Mu's wife, Luo Zhaodi, saw her father-in-law return.

They quickly went up to ask.

His eyes gleamed with schadenfreude.

Old Lin: "Only a few fence branches fell down, and the bougainvillea by the door was blown askew. The house is sturdy, much better than our broken wall."

Luo Zhaodi's smile froze.

He slammed the broom to the ground and pointed at the black dog huddled up beside him, cursing:

"What's the use of keeping a beast like you! All you know is how to eat and not how to guard the house. You won't even make a sound when the wall falls down."

Like a jinx, it brings bad luck from the moment it arrives; whoever gets involved with it will suffer misfortune.

She was just making a veiled attack.

The sound was so loud it seemed to pierce Lin Fang's ears.

Lin Mu squatted under the eaves, smoking silently.

He didn't utter a sound.

Liu Chounu, who was working in the kitchen, lifted the curtain, still clutching half a loofah in her hand.

That wrinkled face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Luo Zhaodi, did you eat shit? You're spewing it everywhere."

Liu Chou-nu threw the loofah on the ground. "What's it to you if Lin Fang comes back? Did she cause this typhoon?"

Luo Zhaodi immediately jumped up and down and shouted:

"Mom! You're so biased! Look at this, the wall is falling down."

The ugly girl has been watching her daughter suffer these past few days.

The anger inside me could no longer be contained.

"Don't make veiled accusations. Back when you married into the family, you were wearing patched clothes, practically naked."

Who thought you were unlucky back then?

Now that life is a little better, you've started to complain about this and that.

"If you're so capable, go back to your parents' home and let your brother and sister-in-law treat you the same way."

This is a thorough exposé.

Luo Zhaodi blushed deeply with embarrassment.

Her family was poor.

She did not bring a dowry when she entered the family, and even had to give a lot of money to her family.

But women should be like her...

Luo Zhaodi trembled with anger, pointing her finger at Liu Chounu's nose, "You old hag, you actually helped outsiders bully your own family."

Okay, you have guts.

"When you're old and bedridden, don't expect me to take care of your bodily needs. I, Luo Zhaodi, will absolutely not serve you."

"Pooh!"

Liu Chounu spat fiercely, "Who's counting on you?"

I'd rather have a bowl of rat poison than rely on you, you ungrateful wretch.

You're going to take care of me in my old age? You'd be lucky if you didn't squander all my savings on my funeral.

"You...you old geezer..."

Luo Zhaodi was furious and spoke recklessly.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap rang out, and the courtyard fell silent instantly.

Luo Zhaodi didn't react.

Lin Mu, who was squatting nearby, was hit so hard that he stumbled and almost fell into the mud.

It was Old Lin who did it.

He withdrew his calloused hand, pointed at his son's nose, and his face trembled:

"You useless beast. Your mother's still alive, and you let your wife ride on her head and pee and shit on her? How dare she call you 'old thing'?"

Lin Mu covered his burning face.

Looking aggrieved:

"Dad, why did you hit me? Zhao Di isn't a bad person, she's just a bit gossipy..."

"Gossipy? That's just malicious!"

The last shred of hope in the ugly woman's heart vanished. "Lin Mu, listen to me. Even if I raised a dog, it would wag its tail when it sees me."

What good is it to keep a piece of trash like you except to annoy me?

"Open your two black eyes and look! From today onwards, I'll eat anything, I won't suffer any loss!"

The ugly woman picked up the large broom leaning against the wall.

The sword swept across Luo Zhaodi's leg:

"Get out! If you don't want to stay, then get out!"

Luo Zhaodi screamed and jumped away, yelling at the top of her lungs:

"Lin Mu! You idiot, watching your wife get beaten up by that old hag. I can't live like this anymore..."

Liu Chounu rushed over and slapped Luo Zhaodi twice.

"I've never seen anyone as shameless as you. You're a woman yourself, yet you're causing such a commotion in our Lin family."

"If you can't stand it, get out. You're all a nuisance... I'd rather have a son than you..."

Luo Zhaodi hid back inside the house.

She cried and cursed at the same time.

I hastily packed a few clothes, grabbed my two children, and rushed outside.

"We won't come back even if you beg us to!" Luo Zhaodi stood at the door, uttering a vicious threat.

Lin Mu looked back at his parents and saw that neither of them wanted him to stay.

He got angry too:

"Mom, we will never come back unless you apologize."

"Get lost! Get as far away as you can." Old Lin grabbed a worn-out shoe and threw it at him.

The gate to the courtyard slammed shut with a loud bang, and the family of four left.

Only the elderly couple remained in the courtyard.

There was also a mess everywhere.

Old Lin was so angry that his chest heaved violently. He plopped down on the doorstep, took out his pipe, and struggled to light it, his hands trembling.

"These bastards... they've all gone too far..."

He muttered to himself, but inside he was panicking.

How will we live from now on?

He dotes on his son, but forbids his children from cursing or using vulgar language against Liu Chounu.

That was a slap in the face to him.

I am worried.

A withered hand stretched out in front of him, with two crumpled one-yuan bills lying in its palm.

Old Lin was taken aback and looked up at his wife.

The ugly woman ignored him. "Go get some cheap liquor. I'll kill a chicken and make an egg pancake today. It'll be just the two of us old folks drinking!"

"Where did the money come from?"

Old Lin's eyes were wide open like copper bells.

Liu Chounu: "Chrysanthemum said she'll give me two yuan a month for spending money from now on."

He even said he'd teach me some handicrafts, and that once we had some income, we could drink and eat meat like Old Song next door.

What have we enjoyed in this life? Endless suffering, what's the point?

Don't you want to eat meat and drink alcohol in the future? Don't you want to try the taste of Hua Zi (a type of Chinese liquor)? Is Moutai good to drink?

Old Lin held the two yuan in his hand.

His so-called authority as the head of the family crumbled completely in the face of his son's betrayal and his daughter-in-law's filial piety.

"What are you standing there for? Aren't you going to drink?"

"Hey! I'm going right now!" Old Lin stuffed the money into his pocket, put on his straw hat, and ran outside.

Even without helping his son, he could still have wine, meat, and money.