Auntie looked somewhat incredulous. "Shu Qin, do you mean to say, not a single cent?"
Mother feigned innocence. "Sister-in-law, how can you say that?"
"What does it matter for girls? We don’t have a son in our family; all the family assets will go to Da Zhuang in the future!"
Auntie was completely flustered. "Then... what about those two girls in the future?"
Mother shrugged her shoulders. "Well, it all depends on their fate."
"Since ancient times, women have always followed the three obediences and four virtues; if you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, you follow the dog."
"Besides, can I not trust your judgment on the blind date candidates you introduced?"
My sister was desperately trying to stifle her laughter, leaning against me and shaking uncontrollably.
I was holding back my laughter so hard that my stomach hurt.
Auntie was utterly at a loss.
On one side was her own son, and on the other was her nephew.
She wanted to choose her son but didn’t want to lose face in the village.
In the end, she could only awkwardly suggest, "It's the New Year; let's head home first."
She sent the two blind date candidates away.
The two looked disgruntled. "No! Aunt! We came here to find wives!"
"And we traveled a long way; you owe us compensation!"
Auntie rolled her eyes. "You deserve it! Who told you to babble nonsense during the New Year?"
Before the blind date candidates could say anything else, the Supermarket Owner stepped out with a stern face. "The surveillance is broken; get out!"
Before long, the blind date candidates returned with their family, shouting outside Uncle's house.
"Aunt! You called us over here, saying you'd introduce us to wives!"
"Now we haven't seen any wives and ended up getting beaten instead!"
"You have to take responsibility for this!"
Auntie panicked and looked at Uncle.
Uncle shrugged, "What are you looking at me for? You found the person, and you handled the matter."
"Now that it's turned out like this, can you still blame me?"
My sister leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Uncle is about to kick Auntie."
I nodded, "They might even end up fighting."
The Blind Date Candidates and His Parents were causing a commotion at the door.
Auntie was being scolded mercilessly but dared not retort.
Uncle sat in a chair, looking completely unconcerned.
At that moment, the Village Party Secretary walked in, " Zhiwen, when are we going to discuss the road repair..."
Chen Zhiwen smiled innocently, "What road repair?"
"Village Party Secretary, you must be joking. You know our family's situation better than anyone."
"Now the money is all under Big Brother's control."
The Village Party Secretary looked confused, "Huh?"
Uncle stood up from his chair, "Repairing the road is a village matter. What does it have to do with me?"
"I have no money!"
"Besides, sooner or later, Second Brother's business will all belong to Da Zhuang."
"When that time comes, I'll just move to the city. What does it matter to me whether the road is repaired or not?"
The Village Party Secretary grew anxious, "But this road is crucial for the development of our entire village!"
Several Elders chimed in, "Yes, Big Brother, repairing the road is a big deal!"
Uncle waved his hand impatiently, "What kind of road can you fix without money?"
"I'll sell this broken house first as soon as I get my second brother's inheritance!"
"Whoever wants to fix the road can do it!"
After saying that, Uncle grabbed Chen Dazhuang and was about to leave.
Auntie panicked, "Chen Zhigang! You dare to walk away and see what happens!"
Uncle turned around fiercely, "If you keep pushing me, do you believe I'll divorce you?"
Auntie completely lost her momentum.
She sat down on the ground and began to wail.
The Blind Date Candidates still wanted an explanation, Auntie wanted to scold her son, and the Elders along with the Village Party Secretary insisted on fixing the road...
In an instant, three factions formed in the small courtyard.
Mother smiled and waved her hand, "Let's go."
The few of us squeezed out from behind her and followed her out the door.
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