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

As soon as Song Rong and Lin Ping entered the room, Lin Ping started wailing.

"Third Auntie—"

That long, drawn-out note sounded like a funeral procession to someone who didn't know better.

Lin Ping was about to kneel down on the ground with a thud.

Tears come so easily, more readily than tap water, streaming down their faces.

It really sounds like someone's filial son or grandson is wailing at a funeral.

"It's all my fault, no matter what. I was blinded by greed and listened to that bastard Yang Jianjun's words, which is why I went to stop Tingting!"

Song Xianglan didn't even lift her eyelids.

Song Qiang stood to one side with his arms crossed.

A molting sparrow wearing a flowery coat is no good bird.

She's putting on a big, shameless act of wailing like a ghost; even her own mother couldn't cry like that when she died.

Lin Ping was crying her eyes out.

Seeing that Song Xianglan wouldn't respond, he had no choice but to get up from the ground.

He placed a cloth bag he was carrying on the table.

They handled it with utmost care, as if it were a precious gold ingot.

"Third Aunt, this is just a small token of our appreciation."

Lin Ping had a smile on her face.

Her smile was so fake it was unbelievable.

"Song Rong and I are also having a tough time right now, so when we have something good, we think of giving it to you first."

Song Rong stood to one side.

He rubbed his two big hands together and nodded honestly:

"Yes, Third Aunt, Lin Ping is right. Keep this and use it to nourish your body."

Song Qiang walked over and picked up the net bag.

"Hey, brother and sister-in-law, you've struck it rich? What good stuff did you bring? Let me see!"

He unceremoniously untied the opening of the cloth bag.

He fell down.

With a "whoosh".

Two or three pounds of wrinkled dried sweet potatoes rolled out, with quite a few crumbs falling onto the table.

The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.

Song Qiang picked up a piece and held it up to his eyes to examine it.

He chuckled.

"Third Aunt, it seems that your eldest brother and sister-in-law specially brought this thing to remind you of the bitter past and the sweet present."

They deliver sweet potato chips as gifts to your door.

Anyone who didn't know better would think we were still living in the 1960s.

In this Qingyang region.

Every household can grow a clump of vines just by sticking a few vines in front of or behind their house.

A few years ago, people ate so many sweet potatoes that they were sick of them.

Nowadays, if someone serves a plate of dried sweet potatoes to guests, it's like stomping on their face.

Song Xianglan's tone was cool.

"Just seeing this thing makes my stomach acid churn. You guys should take it back and keep it for yourselves to savor the bitter past; this old body of mine can't handle it."

Lin Ping cursed Song Qiang inwardly for meddling in other people's business.

But they still had to put on a brave face:

"This...this is a red sweet potato we grew behind the house. We dried and turned it over repeatedly. It's a small gift but a big token of our appreciation, Auntie, please don't find it offensive."

After she finished speaking, she rolled her eyes at Song Qiang.

The look in his eyes clearly said, "Who opens a gift in front of others? They don't understand any manners."

Song Rong frowned.

"Why is there only dried sweet potato?"

He clearly remembered that when he left home, he specifically went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a can of malted milk powder and a can of fruit, which he then put in this mesh bag.

Lin Ping's eyes flickered.

She quickly tugged at Song Rong's sleeve, "We don't have much food left at home, but the thought is what counts."

It's perfect timing for her to go back to her parents' home.

Song Rong's face turned bright red.

Lin Ping pinched his waist hard again, making him wince in pain, but he didn't dare to utter a sound.

Song Qiang, with his sharp eyes, had already noticed something amiss.

He threw the dried sweet potato on the ground like it was trash.

"Brother, judging from your tone just now, there was originally more than this, wasn't there?"

Song Qiang looked at the couple with a half-smile, "Don't go around telling everyone you gave your third aunt a big gift when you get home. It was just a few pieces of rotten sweet potato."

If word got out, people would think you're very filial.

Lin Ping's secrets were exposed.

That nameless anger surged up.

If she had money, would she come here to suffer this humiliation?

"Second brother, don't tease me."

Lin Ping looked at the several large boxes in the room with envy, thinking that if she could help them make money, she could learn the tricks of the trade and lead her family to prosperity.

That will make Song Xianglan and Song Qiang jealous.

"Third Aunt, I know you're still angry with us. But Song Rong is your nephew after all. You can't just watch his family starve to death, can you?"

She tried hard not to let her jealousy show, "I've also heard that you have connections at the slaughterhouse, and even Song west and the other kids can benefit from it."

My husband and I are strong and willing to work. Do you think we could take care of him?

Even just helping out would be fine.

We're family, so let's keep the good stuff in the family.

Song Xianglan was amused.

So these two came because they smelled money.

She didn't expose it.

"The slaughterhouse is a government-run institution. I'm about to retire, and I don't want to ruin my reputation by messing around with all that nonsense."

As for Song Qiang and his group's small amount of money...

It's basically running errands for people, exhausting yourself like a dog, and not earning much money.

Besides, I have so many nephews, I really can't manage them all.

Song Qiang chimed in from the side:

"Does your sister-in-law think money comes from thin air? My back has been killing me these past two days."

The slaughterhouse keeps a limited supply of meat; who would dare to smuggle it out? Would they have a death wish?

Lin Ping was skeptical.

Am I just overthinking things?

Seeing that they couldn't gain any benefit.

Lin Ping's face instantly fell, and even her ingratiating smile vanished.

She got angry just looking at Song Qiang's arrogant attitude.

He said in a sarcastic tone:

"Second brother, don't be so smug. What's the use of making so much money?"

It's not a childless family yet.

Although I live a frugal life, I gave birth to a big, healthy grandson for the Song family.

Your wife's womb is useless; she only gives birth to money-losing girls.

"When I get old, I won't even have anyone to help me break pots and pans. Who will I spend all this money on?"

These words were spoken.

Song Qiang's face darkened.

This was his deepest concern, and also Lin Ping's ultimate weapon in every argument.

But this time he didn't fly into a rage like before.

"Lin Ping, you're so good at having children, but I've never seen your big fat grandson conjure up any money for you!"

Don't take yourself too seriously.

Didn't you also have a daughter before?

"Having a son makes you forget your own surname; people who don't know better might think all the sons in the world crawled out of your belly."

"you--"

Lin Ping pointed at Song Qiang's nose in anger, "You ill-mannered bastard! How dare you talk to your sister-in-law like that!"

"Lacking in manners, yet fiercely oppressed!"

Song Qiang: "You have any manners? You come here and immediately start bringing up other people's inability to have sons. Is that human language?"

"Don't you ever take a good look at yourself? You're always talking about your son, but I haven't seen your family living a better life than others."

Song Rong saw his wife being taken advantage of.

He glared at Song Qiang: "Second brother, that's your sister-in-law!"

"Big brother, you're just a decoration."

Song Qiang turned and opened fire on Song Rong:

"Don't bring rotten sweet potatoes or potatoes in front of me."

I've disliked you two for a long time. You two are a perfect match; you can't be two different kinds of people sleeping in the same bed.

One is openly wicked, his mischief practically overflowing. The other is cunningly wicked, feigning ignorance and playing the innocent. Do they really think everyone's a fool?

It looked like the two brothers were about to fight.

Song Xianglan slammed her hand on the table.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Song Xianglan stood up. "Do you think this is a vegetable market? If you want to argue, go outside and argue!"

She pointed to the doorway, her voice cold and hard:

"I've made myself very clear just now. There's no way I'm going to go through with the slaughterhouse thing, and I don't have the time to help you get rich."

I'm getting old, so I'm petty and hold grudges.

We haven't forgotten, and we don't want to forget, the awful things you guys did before.

I didn't beat you all out of here with sticks today only because of my elder brother and sister-in-law. Take your pile of rotten sweet potato junk and get out!

Song Rong's body trembled.

Like being struck by lightning.

He always thought his aunt was just angry for a while, but he never expected that this time she was really going to kick them out.

"Third Aunt... Lin Ping knows she was wrong..." Song Rong murmured.

They have children, and life goes on.

It's normal for elders to take a step back.

"Whether she knows she's wrong or not has absolutely nothing to do with me."

Song Xianglan interrupted impatiently, "I'm not a judge in court, so I don't care who's right or wrong."

I'm just protective of my own.

Anyone who touches my Tingting, I'll never forgive them.

Since you dared to do the first thing, don't blame me for doing the fifteenth. Get out of here, or I'll have to take action!

Song Qiang didn't say a word.

He picked up the net bag containing dried sweet potatoes from the table and threw it directly into the yard.

"Did you hear me? Get out of here!"

Lin Ping felt that she had already been humble enough.

Why shouldn't you forgive?

She grabbed Song Rong, who was still trying to plead for mercy, and walked out through gritted teeth.

"Who wants this wretched place! I refuse to believe we'll starve without this old hag!"

I walked to the door.

Lin Ping was still not satisfied.

He turned around and muttered a sinister curse:

"It doesn't matter who a woman marries, right? Who knows, Tingting might marry a cripple or a blind man in the future. Let's see if you'll still be so tough then. All she has to offer is her face; she's just a piece of trash to be ridden..."

Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew in front of him.

"Snapped!"

Lin Ping's head tilted to the side after being hit.

Before she could react, Song Xianglan slapped her back again.

"Snapped!"

Using both hands, now it's symmetrical.

"I think you've got your brain inside your pants. Your intestines are in your brain."

Song Xianglan pointed at Lin Ping's nose and cursed, "You interrupt when people are talking, and you bar your teeth when others fart. If you dare to say another word, I'll sew your filthy mouth shut."

Lin Ping covered her face and screamed, "You bastard who got dumped..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Xianglan slapped him twice more.

Song Rong was heartbroken to see his wife being beaten.

Song Xianglan turned around and slapped him as well.

"Snapped!"

This attack completely stunned Song Rong.

Song Xianglan pointed at Song Rong, her eyes filled with disappointment and disgust.

"You useless coward. You can't even control your own wife, and you let her spew nonsense in front of the elders."

Your conscience has been eaten by dogs; even dogs wouldn't eat your conscience as well as shit.

Song Qiang grabbed a carrying pole from beside the courtyard wall and was about to rush up.

"If you don't leave, I'll have your aunt beat you up."

Lin Ping screamed in fright.

He dared not utter any more threats, and dragged the bewildered Song Rong away, not even bothering to pick up the dried sweet potatoes on the ground, and fled the courtyard in a disheveled state.