Divorce the bad husband, store grain fields, and marry the emperor's uncle for the second time

"Xia, you are dreaming!" Song Liu's man Song Gaofu immediately yelled, his voice hysterical.

Tsk!

Xia Xiaorou rolled her eyes, "You are delusional if you don't agree with me divorcing my husband."

"Xia Xiaorou, what do you want to do?" Song Liu sneered with narrowed eyes, "Don't forget, your household registration is in our house, your parents sold you to the Song family, you are a member of the Song family in life, and a ghost of the Song family in death!

"If we, the Song family, hadn't kept you here, would you have anywhere else to go? Oh, Wenshan is dead, and you can't stand the loneliness anymore, you miss a man and want to run away from the Song family, right? You're dreaming!"

Song Cuixi also scolded, "Are you having an affair with your cousin Zhou? That's why you want to divorce my brother? Xia Xiaorou, you are so shameless. You are a widow who doesn't follow the rules of a wife and you think about having a man all day long! Divorce your husband? How can you have the nerve to do that?"

Xia Xiaorou looked at the rampant Song family members with cold eyes, "Are you done scolding? If you are, please follow me to the market street. I want to divorce you in public."

Mrs. Song Liu looked at Xia Xiaorou, who was frighteningly calm, and her heart was beating fast. "Why did you go to the market? What on earth are you doing?"

"Xia, I know you suffered some grievances in your mother-in-law's house, but how will you live if you leave the Song family?" The clan leader, Uncle Song, shook his head and sighed.

"Yes, your parents' family won't let you go back. You can't live in Yanbai's house forever, right? Besides, the house in Yanbai's house is not big enough now." Eleventh Duke also sighed.

"Xia, think about it carefully and don't do anything stupid." Eighth uncle also said.

"Ms. Xia, why did you suddenly think of divorcing your husband? Wenshan is dead, how can you divorce him?" asked the seventh uncle.

Xia Xiaorou looked at everyone and said calmly, "Song Wenshan is not dead. I found him. He was living with a prostitute and had a child. The child is now called ** Chang."

"Ah? This... is this true?" Song Yanbai was also surprised. "Xiao Rou, Wenshan was in trouble more than two years ago. How could he still be alive? Are you seeing things?"

Mrs. Song Liu said hurriedly, "Yes, yes, Mrs. Xia, you are hallucinating, right? Wenshan has been dead for more than two years, how could he still be alive?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Are you crazy? Wenshan died a long time ago!" Song Gaofu also shouted.

"You all don't believe me, right? Well then, I will go to the government office and sue Song Wenshan, saying that he faked his death and never showed up, leaving me a widow. This marriage doesn't count!" After saying that, Xia Xiaorou turned around and left.

This time, Song Liu was completely frightened.

My son Song Wenshan is involved in a murder case. If I file a complaint with the government, will the county magistrate find out about my son's case? Will my son still be alive?

"Stop!" She hurriedly grabbed Xia Xiaorou.

Song Gaofu was also afraid that Xia Xiaorou would really go and complain, so he could only say, "Then let's do as you wish. Let's go to the market street, let's go!"

Only Song Cuixi, who was unaware of the situation, was still shouting, "Dad, Mom, why did you suddenly listen to Xia? She was just trying to scare you, and you really believed her?"

"If you can't find anyone, you'd better go home and take care of the children!" Song Liu glared at Xia Xiaorou.

"Let's go!" Xia Xiaorou glanced at everyone, walked out first, untied the donkey and climbed onto its back.

Song Yanbai and Chu Xianyun looked at each other and decided to go and see what was going on. They closed the door, borrowed an ox cart in the village, and took the three clan leaders and the clan leader with them.

Mrs. Song Liu asked her daughter Song Cuixi to stay at home to look after the children. She drove the family's donkey cart, took her husband, and followed Xia Xiaorou to the market street.

When they reached the street, Xia Xiaorou led them to the small house.

"It's here, everyone follow me." Xia Xiaorou nodded to everyone.

When Mrs. Song Liu saw the small house, she gasped. Wasn't this the place she had rented for her son to live in?

Could it be that my son didn’t leave and came back?

Xia Xiaorou knocked on the door, "Open the door! I'm looking for Zuo Tongsheng!"

The door creaked open, and the woman who opened the door, Lan Ruxin, saw Xia Xiaorou coming and said coldly, "What are you doing here? Zuo Tongsheng has already signed a contract with us."

"The contract needs to be rewritten." Xia Xiaorou pushed her away and said to the people behind her, "Come in, everyone. People are coming."

Only then did Lan Ruxin notice that there were quite a few people following Xia Xiaorou.

When she saw Song Liu in the crowd, her eyes widened immediately.

When Mrs. Song Liu saw her, she secretly thought that something was wrong.

With Lan Ruxin here, could it be that my son is really here?

Song Gaofu had never seen Lan Ruxin before, so he walked in and said, "Where is he? I want to see if my dead son is really still alive!"

His loud voice frightened the people in the room and they hurried out.

"Dad? Why are you here?"

"Wenshan, you..."

The father and son met at the door of the main house and looked at each other in amazement.

"Wenshan, are you really not dead?"

"Wenshan, are you really here?"

The Song clan leader and several clan leaders saw Song Wenshan and ran over with a look of surprise on their faces.

Song Wenshan was the most studious person in the Song family, the only scholar in the family, and the hope of the entire Song family. They were all very excited to see that Song Wenshan was not dead.

Xia Xiaorou stood outside the crowd and saw the young man with a dazed look on his face and flickering eyes, with a sarcastic smile in his eyes.

Song Wenshan, you never imagined that in this life you can no longer hide and live a happy life like you did in your previous life.

"Since he's not dead, then do as I say." Xia Xiaorou walked over and said loudly, "I, Xia, am going to divorce Song Wenshan today!"

As she spoke, she took out a divorce letter that had been written many days ago from her sleeve and handed it to Uncle Song Si, the patriarch of the Song family.

The divorce letter was written by her own hand. What she had learned in her previous life, she had not forgotten in this life. This must be God's arrangement.

"Xia Xiaorou? You dare to divorce your husband? You're dreaming!" Song Wenshan was furious when he saw Xia Xiaorou. "You are not a faithful wife. Do you want to run away and marry a strange man? You're dreaming!"

Although Song Wenshan did not go home, he knew what had happened to Xia Xiaorou in the past two years.

When Song Liu came to see Song Wenshan, she would tell him about Xia Xiaorou.

At first, Song Wenshan had no interest in this ignorant village woman, whom he only knew but had never spoken to.

But Song Liu talked so much that Song Wenshan felt that it would be good to have a wife at home who could help him take care of his parents and take care of his sister.

Now Xia Xiaorou actually dared to divorce him. This was undoubtedly a slap in his face in public, and he would never agree to it.

"You don't agree? Well, let's meet in the yamen!" Xia Xiaorou said loudly.

When the word "yamen" was mentioned, Song Wenshan was immediately stunned.

Song Liu pulled Song Wenshan's sleeve and reminded him quietly, "Wenshan! You can't go to the government office!"

"Wenshan, are you still alive? Why did you tell others that you were dead? You are so unkind. Are you worthy of Xiaorou?" Song Yanbai walked over, looked Song Wenshan up and down, and found that it was indeed Song Wenshan himself. He shook his head repeatedly and said.