Reborn in a small village in the 1990s

Chapter 83

Soon, the steamed buns were ready. They were mutton and spicy vegetable buns, which Zhao Da'e liked. However, to accommodate Shi Zhihui, and also because there wasn't much meat filling left, Zhao Da'e and Zhou Chunwen steamed six buns that were almost entirely filled with mutton. They marked them so that Shi Zhihui and Zhou Yuren could eat them later.

The remaining buns were filled with pickled cabbage and pork.

Then I stewed a big pot of sauerkraut and fatty pork, adding some more expensive wide rice noodles. It tasted amazing.

The meal was very enjoyable; Shi Zhihui ate with gusto, her mouth greasy and she seemed quite satisfied. She even drank half a sorghum liquor.

After drinking, Shi Zhihui started talking: "Brother, I'm not here for anything else today. Let me be frank, your son Zhou..."

"Zhou Tianfu".

"Yes, is your son Zhou Tianfu dating anyone? When are you planning to get married?" Shi Zhihui asked directly.

“Our family…” Zhou Yuren thought to himself that his family was poor, living in a remote mountain village, where the hell were they going to find a partner?

Zhao Da'e quickly pinched Zhou Yuren and said with a smile, "Fourth Aunt, my eldest cousin is such a good person. He's tall and handsome. He's also smart and shrewd, and he runs his own small business."

Yes, Zhao Da'e wasn't lying; collecting scrap is also a business. It's all about buying low and selling high.

“There are so many young women and wives we see every day. My older cousin saw so many pretty ones that he started picking and choosing. But that won’t do. We are all honest farmers. When we get a wife, we don’t look at her appearance or whether she can talk and chat. We look at whether she can manage a household.”

I advised my cousin, saying, "Cousin, getting married and settling down is a lifelong matter. You can be picky, but you must find someone who knows how to manage a household—that's one thing. You also need to find someone you know well. These days, when people go on blind dates, everyone pretends to be a decent person for a few days, pretending to be good at managing a household. If you don't know her background, that won't work. Auntie, don't you think I'm right?"

"Absolutely right." Shi Zhihui gave a thumbs up: "Niece, you're absolutely right. You've hit the nail on the head. Whether it's getting a wife or finding a husband's family, you have to know them well and they have to know how to manage a household. That's the only way."

To be honest, I have a niece, Old Ma's daughter. You should know her, brother.

Zhou Yuren nodded; he knew Old Ma's daughter all too well.

"My niece is truly blessed with all sorts of good qualities. She's been good at managing a household since she was little, a real shrew. I'm not exaggerating, but when it comes to work, my niece is as capable as three of me," Shi Zhihui boasted.

Zhao Da'e chuckled inwardly: Of course, you don't do any work either. But Ma Huaihua's work is worth ten of yours.

Ma Huaihua was a chubby little guy, but he was very strong. Of course, he was just a bit chubby, not a big fatso.

In Zhao Da'e's memory, when Ma Huaihua first married into the family, she initially weighed around 160 or 170 pounds, and later it reached 260 or 270 pounds. But she was tall and strong; let's just say, Ma Huaihua was rarely sick and worked every day. A woman could carry a 200-pound bag and run like the wind. Later, when she worked at the brick factory, while others earned 20 or 30 yuan a day, Ma Huaihua earned 80 to 100 yuan. She truly did the work of three people.

“Let’s be frank. My niece is kind-hearted and filial. She’s famous in the surrounding villages, brother…” Shi Zhihui looked at Zhou Yuren and asked, “Brother, what do you think would happen if our nephew and niece got together? I’m thinking of trying to match them up, but I don’t know what you think.”