Wang Youcai's tears welled up again, this time tears of shame.
"What's most hateful is..."
Su Jianguo's voice grew increasingly stern.
"We're taking your father away, and your wife dares to stop us and demand money! Two hundred yuan! Is your father's life only worth two hundred yuan?"
Wang Youcai collapsed and clutched his head.
"I don't know... I really didn't know she would do this... I don't know what to do..."
"fart!"
Su Jianguo interrupted him sharply.
"What's the point of having such an unfilial daughter-in-law? Have you ever thought about how she would treat you if you ended up like your father?"
These words struck Wang Youcai like a dagger, leaving him stunned and rooted to the spot.
Wang Dajiang suddenly started coughing violently, and Wang Xiulan quickly went over to comfort him.
The old man sighed and said to Su Jianguo.
"Jianguo, never mind, today is your mother's day..."
Su Jianguo took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.
"Wang Youcai, listen to me carefully. From today onwards, if you still want to be a descendant of the Wang family, stand up like a man! Either control your wife, or get a divorce! Otherwise, you are not worthy to enter this ancestral hall, nor are you worthy to kowtow to your grandmother!"
Unexpectedly, at that moment, a sharp female voice came from outside the ancestral hall.
"Who dares to be so audacious as to tell my husband to divorce me?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Song Guixiang standing with her hands on her hips at the entrance of the ancestral hall, followed by five or six burly men from the Song family.
She wore a bright red cotton-padded jacket today, which stood out among the crowd of people dressed in plain clothes.
Su Jianguo stepped forward to confront the arrogant woman.
He stood up straight, his voice steady and powerful.
"I let them have it."
Song Guixiang narrowed her triangular eyes and looked Su Jianguo up and down.
She noticed that although the man was wearing an ordinary dark blue Zhongshan suit, he had a bright Shanghai brand watch on his wrist and shiny leather shoes. His demeanor was completely different from that of the villagers.
Her momentum weakened slightly, but she still didn't hold back her words.
"You gave in? Who do you think you are? This is a matter for the Wang family. What right do you, an outsider, have to interfere?"
"I am Wang Youcai's uncle."
Su Jianguo took a step forward.
"The old lady's biggest worry before she passed away was her brother-in-law. Now that her body is barely cold, I want to ask you, as her granddaughter-in-law, how dare you dress up in red and green and cause trouble at the funeral?"
A murmur of discussion immediately arose inside and outside the ancestral hall.
The villagers pointed and whispered about Song Guixiang, and some even spat.
"That woman is a real scoundrel!"
Song Guixiang was embarrassed.
She turned her head and winked at the men behind her, and they immediately took two steps forward.
She then sneered.
"Uncle? Ha, an outsider, what right does he have to interfere in the Wang family's affairs? I, Song Guixiang, have been married into the Wang family for so many years, bearing children and managing the household. I may not have done anything outstanding, but I have certainly put in a lot of hard work. It's you, on the other hand..."
She suddenly pointed to Wang Dajiang in the wheelchair.
"That old good-for-nothing, wasting food while alive and wasting land when dead, he should have..."
"That's enough!"
Old Master Wang suddenly shouted.
The old man's wrinkled face turned bright red.
"Song Guixiang, our Wang Family Temple is too small to accommodate such a large Buddha as you. You're rich!"
Wang Youcai trembled and looked at his grandfather timidly.
"Write the divorce papers now!"
The old man said angrily.
"Our Wang family is unworthy of such a granddaughter-in-law!"
The ancestral hall was completely silent.
Everyone was stunned by the old man's unusually firm stance.
Song Guixiang's expression changed several times, and then she suddenly burst into a shrill laugh.
"Fine! You want a divorce, huh? First, settle all the child support payments from all these years! Your son eats and drinks my food, and the medical and nursing expenses are at least two thousand yuan!"
"You're talking nonsense!"
Wang Xiulan could no longer hold back and rushed forward, pointing her finger at Song Guixiang and cursing.
"You've pocketed all the compensation and pension money my brother received for his injury, and now you have the nerve to ask for child support?"
Just as Song Guixiang was about to retort, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the ancestral hall.
Two middle-aged men rushed over with their families, their voices preceding their arrival.
"Mother! Your son is late!"
These were Wang Dahe, the second son of Old Master Wang, and Wang Dahai, the third son.
The two families rushed into the ancestral hall, knelt before the spirit tablet, and burst into loud sobs.
After the two daughters-in-law finished crying for their mother-in-law, they looked up and saw Song Guixiang, and their expressions immediately changed.
"You jinx!"
The second daughter-in-law, Zhang Meili, stood up abruptly. She was a burly rural woman who had developed great strength from years of farm work.
"If you hadn't abused my older brother and driven Mother away, causing her worry and distress, would she have left in such a hurry?"
The third daughter-in-law, Li Fengying, also wiped away her tears and chimed in.
"Exactly! Who in the village doesn't know you treat my older brother like an animal? You don't give him a quilt in winter, and a mat in summer. Are you even human?"
Enraged by the scolding, Song Guixiang suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Zhang Meili's hair.
"None of your business! That old geezer is paralyzed in my house, why don't you take him in and care for him? Now what are you pretending to be, these filial sons and grandsons!"
The three women immediately started fighting.
Taking advantage of her strong physique, Zhang Meili slapped Song Guixiang across the face.
Li Fengying took the opportunity to pull down Song Guixiang's pants from behind.
Song Guixiang screamed and scratched her beautiful face.
Chaos erupted in front of the mourning hall; offerings were scattered all over the ground, and incense burners were overturned.
"Stop it, all of you!"
Su Jianguo shouted and led several villagers to break up the fight.
Song Guixiang's relatives wanted to help, but they were stopped by Village Chief Zhang and his men.
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