Chapter 73: Leave This Fortune for Auntie

Song Yue: “……”

Isn’t this auntie a bit too crazy?

Even a man who brings misfortune to women has shown up?!

Seeing that Song Yue remained silent, the auntie quickly added,

“Comrade Song, aside from bringing misfortune to women, that man is actually quite good. He’s good-looking—tall and handsome—and one of the best workers in their village.”

“If you marry him, you’ll surely have a life of comfort.”

As she spoke, the auntie stood up, moved closer to Song Yue, and reached out, trying to hold her hand to establish a closer connection.

Song Yue subtly avoided the auntie’s outstretched hand, her voice calm and indifferent.

“Auntie, I like hardship. I don’t like living in comfort.”

That statement left the auntie completely dumbfounded.

Wasn’t it normal to like comfort and dislike hardship?

Why was it the opposite now?

Not only was the speaking auntie stunned, but the others around them also looked equally bewildered.

Who would actually prefer hardship over comfort?

Song Yue maintained a serious expression. “I can’t handle that kind of fortune.”

She glanced up and down at the auntie in front of her before flashing a slight smile.

“Auntie, I think you should try enjoying this fortune yourself. You look good, and you seem to have a strong fate. You might as well give it a go.”

The auntie’s face instantly darkened.

The other aunties burst into laughter. “Hahaha!”

Someone teased, “Chen Xiulan, did you hear that? Comrade Song said you should give it a try. Hahaha!”

Chen Xiulan, embarrassed and angry, blushed furiously and sat back down.

She glared at Song Yue. “You wretched girl, I was just trying to introduce you to a match—”

Song Yue cut her off immediately. “Auntie Chen, I don’t need your kindness.”

Her tone was indifferent. “I came here to respond to the government’s call and help build this place, not to find a partner.”

“So, aunties, don’t bother making plans for me.”

At this point, she paused and let her gaze sweep across each of the women present. With a soft chuckle, she continued,

“If the person you introduce ends up crippled or something, and his family comes knocking on your door, crying and demanding compensation—either money or lives—”

“Then, you’ll have brought that trouble upon yourselves.”

A sudden chill crept up the aunties’ spines.

Song Yue was clearly smiling, yet it sent shivers down their backs—it was eerie.

They exchanged uneasy glances, but no one dared to speak.

A tense silence filled the air.

One auntie coughed lightly, trying to smooth things over with a laugh. “Cough, cough, cough. Comrade Song, isn’t that a bit exaggerated?”

Song Yue’s gaze landed on her, and she spoke slowly. “It’s not exaggerated. You’re welcome to try it yourself.”

The auntie stiffened under Song Yue’s stare, suddenly at a loss for words. Her face turned a little sour.

The others also felt unsettled. For a moment, no one knew what to say…

No one made a sound.

The atmosphere grew awkward.

But only for the aunties.

Song Yue felt no awkwardness at all.

Just then, the old man driving the ox cart walked over and addressed the women sitting inside.

“Alright, you bunch of bored housewives. Comrade Song has made it clear that she’s not looking for a match, yet you still insist on pushing one on her.”

“Is earning a few matchmaker fees the only way you can afford a meal?”

The aunties: “……”

The old man climbed into his seat, gave the reins a flick, and called out, “Hold on tight, we’re leaving!”

Just as the whip was about to snap down—

Someone called out.

“Hey!”

“Wait! Wait a second!”

Song Yue found the voice familiar.

She turned her head and saw an acquaintance—Aunt Chen.

The women on the cart also spotted Li Xiujuan and quickly called for the old man to stop.

“Hey, Li Xiujuan!”

“Stop, stop, wait a moment, Li Xiujuan is coming!”

The ox cart, which had just started moving, halted again.

Aunt Chen jogged over and, spotting Song Yue, greeted her with a smile.

“Comrade Song, you’re here too!”

Song Yue returned the smile. “Auntie Chen, are you heading to the commune?”

“Yes.” Auntie Chen climbed onto the cart and sat beside Song Yue. “I need to buy some brown sugar.”

“It’s for Chunhua—she’s in her confinement period, so she needs to eat more brown sugar eggs.”

Song Yue nodded. “Mm.”

Once Auntie Chen settled in, the ox cart began moving again, slowly heading forward.

The other aunties congratulated Auntie Chen.

“Xiuyuan, congratulations! Another grandson!”

Chen Xiulan, filled with envy, looked at Auntie Chen and sighed. “I’m so jealous, Xiuyuan. How many grandsons do you have now?”

Auntie Chen hesitated for a moment when she realized Chen Xiulan was the one speaking.

Because…

All three of Chen Xiulan’s daughters-in-law had only given birth to daughters—not a single grandson.

Chen Xiulan, visibly frustrated, grumbled bitterly.

“We don’t even have one grandson! All three of my daughters-in-law have only given birth to money-wasting girls! It’s infuriating! Useless, all of them!”

“I really want them to get divorced and find new wives. What’s the point of women who can’t give birth to sons?”

Song Yue lifted her gaze and looked at Chen Xiulan.

Chen Xiulan, caught up in her anger, continued ranting to those around her, cursing her daughters-in-law for failing to bear grandsons…

The other aunties awkwardly laughed but didn’t respond to her complaints.

Chen Xiulan grew even more agitated, and perhaps in her rage-addled state, she blurted out something truly outrageous:

“Women who can’t give birth to sons are worthless. If they can’t have sons, they don’t even count as women!”

Song Yue had originally planned to ignore this old woman.

But after hearing that, she couldn’t hold back.

She stared directly at Chen Xiulan. “If they can’t give birth to sons, it means your three sons are the ones who are useless. They’re the problem, not your daughters-in-law.”

Chen Xiulan froze, looking up at Song Yue in shock.

The other aunties also turned to stare at Song Yue.

Song Yue continued, “According to medical research, whether a baby is a boy or a girl is determined by the father.”

The aunties knew Song Yue had medical knowledge, but this claim… it was hard to believe.

The baby comes from the woman’s belly—how could it be decided by the man?

Chen Xiulan rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with disdain. “What medical research? If a woman’s belly is useless, then it’s useless. How can you blame the man?”

Song Yue’s gaze dropped to Chen Xiulan’s stomach. She smirked.

“Then your belly must be quite useful.”

Chen Xiulan, proud and smug, beamed. “Of course! I gave birth to three sons!”

Song Yue’s gaze lowered further, landing on Chen Xiulan’s shoes—covered in dirt and slightly worn.

Then she glanced at the other aunties’ shoes—clean and well-kept.

The contrast was striking.

“Oh.” Song Yue raised an eyebrow and met Chen Xiulan’s eyes again. “Then your three sons must treat you very well.”

Chen Xiulan’s smug expression instantly stiffened.

She shot Song Yue a glare, then looked away without saying another word.

The other aunties secretly laughed, taking pleasure in the moment.

This Comrade Song was something else—she had a way of stabbing straight into people’s hearts with her words.