The Capitalist’s Spoiled Young Master? Perfect to Take Home as a Husband Chapter 49

Logically speaking, getting such a great opportunity would call for celebration, or at least a joyful expression.

Yet she exuded an air of lifelessness, as if no emotion from the outside world could reach her.

The man beside her was from their village—Third Wu. Song Nianchu didn’t like him much and had no idea when he had gotten married.

Third Wu spread his arms and embraced the woman.

But Song Nianchu clearly noticed the woman trembling slightly.

This was definitely not how a normal married couple behaved. A proper couple should act like the pair earlier—

the man excited, the woman bashful.

"Alright, now that the draw is over, ten more of you co with to clean up the village office. We’ll start work this afternoon." Wu Zhenggui, oblivious to the small incident, raised his voice and called out.

He picked a few strong young n and led them to the village office.

The husband of the woman who drew the last marked stick wasn’t chosen, and Song Nianchu saw her visibly relax again.

Under Wu Zhenggui’s lead, the group tidied up the village office.

They cleared weeds and trash from the yard, thoroughly cleaned the rooms inside, and even patched up the dilapidated roof.

By the ti they finished, the once-shabby village office looked much neater.

"Alright, you can all go back to work now." Seeing there was no more heavy labor left, Wu Zhenggui dismissed the n.

Now, only he, Song Nianchu, and the five selected won remained in the yard.

"Nianchu, I’ll leave this to you. I have other matters to attend to." Wu Zhenggui turned to Song Nianchu.

"Got it." She nodded.

As soon as Wu Zhenggui left, Hua grabbed Song Nianchu’s arm.

"Nianchu, I had no idea you were this capable!"

"I just got lucky." Song Nianchu smiled.

"So, what do we do now?" Hua asked.

"We need to build a few stoves. Can you manage that?" Song Nianchu asked.

With such a large quantity to handle, one stove wouldn’t be enough.

"What’s so hard about that? I built the stove in my own house," Aunt Wu chid in.

"Good. Then, Aunt Wu, you lead the others in building three stoves—bigger and taller than the ones we usually use." Song Nianchu explained the specifications in detail.

"Understood." Aunt Wu nodded and rallied the others to get to work.

anwhile, Song Nianchu surveyed the village office, planning how to divide the workspace later.

"Nianchu, thank you." Hua suddenly appeared beside her while she was deep in thought.

"Hmm?" Song Nianchu turned to her in confusion.

"My father-in-law told it was you who asked for . Otherwise, I might not have been picked in the draw." Hua looked at her gratefully.

"It’s nothing. You took care of before, so of course I’d return the favor." Song Nianchu spoke softly.

During the half-year she was bedridden after arriving here, Hua had brought her als regularly.

"You’re a good person." Hua’s eyes softened.

Song Nianchu didn’t think she was particularly virtuous—she had her own motives.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have hesitated for so long after recovering.

If not for the recent death in the village, she might never have made up her mind.

"By the way, Hua-jie, that woman over there looks unfamiliar. Is she a new bride in our village?" Song Nianchu suddenly rembered sothing and pointed at the frail figure outside the yard.

"New bride? That’s Comrade ng!" Hua followed her gaze.

"Comrade ng? ng Yingying?" Song Nianchu was stunned.

"Yes." Hua nodded.

Song Nianchu stared in disbelief at the hollow-eyed woman across the way.

She knew of ng Yingying—a sent-down youth who had arrived in their village two years ago.

But she rembered her as quite pretty and well-mannered. How had she ended up like this?

There was no trace of her forr self left.

"Earlier in the square, I saw Third Wu acting intimate with her. What’s their relationship now?" Song Nianchu asked.

"What else could it be? ng Yingying is Third Wu’s wife now." Hua sighed.

"That can’t be. Third Wu is the worst scoundrel in the village—lazy, good-for-nothing, always stealing or slacking off. How could Comrade ng ever agree to marry him?" Song Nianchu couldn’t believe it.

Hua glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in and whispered,

"I don’t know the details, but word is she did it to survive—to get enough to eat."

"That’s probably just Third Wu’s own rumor. If Comrade ng really wanted to marry, she’d have suitors lining up. Why would she ever choose him?" Song Nianchu refused to accept it.

"We all know it sounds fishy, but what can we do? If Comrade ng won’t speak up, no one can help her." As a woman, Hua pitied ng Yingying deeply.

Song Nianchu fell silent.

Because of her strength, she usually worked alongside the village n, while the won mostly wove nets and fishing gear. They rarely crossed paths.

Plus, living alone, she wasn’t one for gossip. This was the first she’d heard of ng Yingying’s situation.

"I’ve heard life with Third Wu hasn’t been kind to her. The neighbors often hear shouting and beatings. Now that she’s been picked to work with you, maybe Third Wu will ease up a little, seeing the full work points she’ll earn. In a way, you’ve helped her." Hua patted Song Nianchu’s arm gently.

These were turbulent tis. Many city youths were sent down to the countryside—young n and won who’d never done farm work before.

Most suffered terribly; so didn’t survive.

The villagers weren’t heartless, but with every household struggling to feed themselves, few had the ans to help others.

So female sent-down youths, desperate to live, married local n.

Mismatched as they seed, at least they survived.

Such things had beco commonplace. Hua could only offer a few words of comfort.

Song Nianchu murmured an acknowledgnt but said nothing more.

...

Aunt Wu and the others, though won, worked just as hard as any man.

In less than two hours, they had the first stove built.

"Nianchu, co see if this stove ets your needs." Aunt Wu called out.