Song Yan asked in surprise, "Who did the old lady see?"

“He’s blind, and your grandma always goes to see him secretly,” Mr. Song answered honestly.

"Could you find out where this blind man lives?"

Why wouldn't Song Yan report someone like that? He'd be better off being kept around for the holidays!

Old Mrs. Song was both ignorant and vicious.

"Do you want to live like this forever?" Song Yan asked.

"How else can we live? Your grandma doesn't agree to separate the family," Song's father asked.

Song Ma also looked expectant. "Xiao Yan, I'll listen to you. You're right, we should pay off all our debts from the past ten years. If your father hits me again, I'll get a divorce. I'll live with you from now on."

“Mom, think about it. You can earn money and do housework in this family. You never owe them anything.” Song Yan’s previous statement about paying back the money was just a casual remark. He needed to make Song’s mother realize that she didn’t owe anyone anything and didn’t need to pay anything back at all. However, it was commendable that she had the courage to agree to the divorce.

"No, I don't agree to a divorce. We've been together for over ten years, and you just want a divorce like that? How can you be so heartless?" Mr. Song was anxious; his wife also wanted a divorce. "Xiaoyan, you can't let your mother divorce me."

Song Yan was also troubled. It was impossible for Song's mother to become independent so quickly. He himself was a sent-down youth, and his leave to visit family was limited; a few more days was fine, but ten days or half a month was not an option. Song's mother needed support; should he really take her to the countryside?

Let's try to help Mr. Song a little more. If he can change his ways, then they still have a future.

It seems that Song's mother isn't entirely without feelings for Song's father. "Mom, give him another chance. First, you can't lay a finger on my mother again. Second, you have to hand over your entire salary to my mother. Third, you can't listen to anything that old lady says." Song Yan no longer bothered to call her "Grandma."

"Then your grandma, will she...will she agree?" Mr. Song felt extremely troubled.

"If you make her happy, you'll have no wife or daughter!" Song Yan wanted to kick this kind of cheap father.

"Tell me what to do." Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck Song's father. Song Yan had suggested an advance on her salary; wouldn't that be an advance? Then they'd have the money for medical treatment. His daughter had a plan, so he'd listen to her.

"Whether or not the family separates is not up to the old lady. This is not the old society anymore. Separating the family requires opening an ancestral hall and the parents' consent. If you don't want their things, once they leave, they will have their own homes."

The old lady's darling is your brother. If she acts up and torments my mother, then you should beat her darling. As long as you don't kill or maim him, the police won't bother with this. Remember, don't kill or maim him. The current laws aren't very comprehensive; when family members fight, the police are unwilling to get involved.

"Can you do what I say?" Song's father had suffered mistreatment since childhood, and the fear of his grandmother was ingrained in his bones. "If she mistreats your wife lightly, you beat her lightly. If she mistreats her severely, you beat her severely. A brother beats his idle younger brother. You're right." Song Yan's voice was very tempting.

"Yes! What's wrong with an older brother disciplining his younger brother?" Song's father was lost in his own thoughts.

“If your uncle’s family comes at you together, as long as you’re not afraid of them, they won’t dare to do anything to you. As long as they don’t kill you, you can fight back. The weak are afraid of the strong, and the strong are afraid of the reckless. When there are many of them, try to run away. When you encounter someone who is alone, hit them hard. If you do this every time, they will be afraid of you.” Song’s father is burly and strong, so he is unlikely to suffer a loss in a one-on-one fight.

“Mom, Dad has to work hard to make a living, and you can’t give in. There’s the Women’s Federation, there’s the neighborhood committee—go to them if you get beaten or scolded. And there’s the factory. Isn’t Song Huaqing (Uncle Song) supposed to be an advanced worker? His house is a mess every day. Does he still want to be an advanced worker?” Song’s mother’s eyes shone. Did she not want what her daughter was talking about? But she was afraid. Song Yan continued to encourage her, “Are they afraid of death? Of course they are. What about you? You’re not afraid of death! You’re stronger than them. If you’re not even afraid of death, how can you let them have an easy time? Old Mrs. Song has tormented you for over ten years, and she’s been scolding me for over ten years…”

Song Yan's emotions were calm at first, but suddenly her eyes stung and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. It must be the original owner's emotions! "Mom, she scolded me so much, you have to get revenge for me!"

Song Yan looked at her mother with teary eyes, her gaze filled with longing. She depended on her mother just like she had when she was a child. Song's mother had a misconception that her daughter was still young and needed her.

Get revenge for my daughter! Get revenge for my daughter! My precious daughter, whom I cherish like my own life, has been insulted by her for so many years.

Perhaps it was the power of maternal love, perhaps it was the fearlessness of not even fearing death, or perhaps it was the explosion of an honest person pushed to the limit. A hint of ruthlessness appeared on Song Ma's face.

Oh dear! Isn't this going too far? Song Yan didn't want his mother to kill anyone, nor did he want her to perish with those people! "Mom, we're not afraid of her, we'll be fine. I'll come back to see you every year. When you retire, you can live with me, okay?"...

Song's mother wanted to get a divorce in order to escape her current life. Song's father was afraid that Song's mother would divorce him, so he gritted his teeth and tried to resist.

Given their status and the nature of their actions, they shouldn't be involved in anything else; they wouldn't be subjected to public criticism or parading. Let's give them some more persuasion.

This residential area belongs to a machinery factory, and although it consists of single-story houses, it has centralized heating.

The main house was occupied by the eldest uncle and aunt, Old Mrs. Song, the third uncle, and Song Juezhu.

My second cousin, Song Jun, lives in the factory dormitory.

"Song Cheng lives in a side room next to the main house. Like you, he also needs to light his own stove for warmth."

But the temperature is different from your room; if they burn a little more, Grandma Song will just grumble a bit. And it faces south, so the sunlight can shine in.

From now on, you can burn as much coal as you want.

Eat when you're supposed to eat, pick the good food, and eat until you're full.

They weren't given a single penny of their wages.

The more obedient you are, the less they want you to separate from the family. So you must not be obedient.

They'll only try to get rid of you if they can't profit from you...

If others said this, Song's parents might have doubts, because it contradicts everything they had said before. But Song Yan is their daughter, so they trust her implicitly.