Reborn in 1979, with a female educated youth lying next to me.

Liu Jia stood there, stunned, not even blinking.

If Liu Jiazhen hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would have thought there was something wrong with her ears.

To be honest, Liu Jia did not discriminate based on social status, nor did she blindly believe that women who became widows were bad.

But didn't this all happen too suddenly?

Logically speaking, since he had just divorced Guo Xiaoyan not long ago, no matter who it happened to, everyone would think that they would need some time to process it.

Even if it's not a year or two, shouldn't we at least be given a two or three-month break?

What Liu Jia found hard to accept was that he had been targeted by a matchmaker so early in life!

Across from her, Aunt Zhang ignored Liu Jia's unusual emotions and began talking incessantly even before she got close.

"That young widow is from Liujiazhuang. She's incredibly beautiful. She'd be a perfect match for your youngest son."

"The young widow had a bad life. Not long after she married him, her husband died. The fortune teller said it wasn't because he was unlucky in marriage, but because her husband's birth chart was weak."

"Little Sanzi, don't be upset. That young widow is still a virgin!"

As Aunt Zhang spoke, Liu Jia dodged and went to the well. Liu Jia picked up a water ladle and started drinking the water.

But as soon as the water reached his throat, before he could swallow much, the words "young virgin" popped out.

"Pfft!"

Liu Jia suddenly spat out all the water in his mouth.

Aunt Zhang was startled, then looked at Zhang Guilan and smiled like a flower.

"See, I told you so. I knew Xiao Sanzi would agree."

"Your family is a second marriage."

"These days, it's good enough if a second marriage can find a wife, let alone a virgin!"

Zhang Guilan looked embarrassed and tearful as she looked at Liu Jia, her eyes filled with pleading.

Liu Jia threw the water ladle into the bucket, then frowned deeply.

Liu Jia knew better than anyone what kind of person his mother was.

He's honest, doesn't have many hidden agendas, and doesn't say nice things.

The matchmaker next to them was clearly a seasoned pro; she spoke fluently and eloquently.

With someone like that around, Zhang Guilan's poor communication skills only became more apparent.

But don't I still have myself?

Liu Jiading composed himself and met Zhang Da Niang's gaze directly.

"Aunt Zhang, right? I just got back and haven't had a chance to talk to you yet. As for the wedding, I haven't thought about it yet. I'm sorry to have troubled you to come all this way."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhang's eyebrows nearly stood on end.

This is wrong!

Before coming, he had already inquired about the situation. People's opinion of Liu Jia was now quite good, but in the past, Liu Jia was not a good person.

He doesn't do anything productive all day; he spends all his attention on the young wives in the city.

He's a typical wife-obsessed man, always revolving around his wife.

In modern terms, it means their thinking is outdated and they lack ambition.

Although his personality has changed a bit since the divorce, there's a saying that goes, "a leopard can't change its spots." I estimate that his improvement will only last a few days, and he'll soon revert to his old ways.

The woman he told him, though a young widow, was a perfect match for someone like him, if not better.

But now, the man is the one saying he doesn't want to anymore.

I've never encountered anything like this in all these years!

Don't you know your own worth?

Did you pick it?

At first, a slight displeasure arose in her heart, but then Aunt Zhang suddenly laughed again.

“Xiao Sanzi, I know you young people are shy, but times have changed. Don’t be so coy. When you get back, tell that young widow that you’ve agreed, and see what her attitude is.”

Aunt Zhang spoke with utmost seriousness, which made Liu Jia immediately anxious.

"Please don't! What I just said was true, and I wasn't embarrassed at all. Whether you're a young widow or a virgin, I haven't considered it. I don't want to get married right now!"

Liu Jia suppressed his anger and tried his best to speak politely.

After regaining her senses, Aunt Zhang's smile vanished instantly.

"What, you just don't like her because she's a widow?"

"It has nothing to do with widowhood or not. I don't have time to think about emotional matters right now."

Liu Jia spoke in a cold voice.

Aunt Zhang was taken aback, then her gaze fell on the old bicycle under the wall.

This bicycle is brand new; it looks like it was just bought recently.

Let alone the entire Xili Village, even if you include the surrounding villages, there are very few people who can afford a bicycle.

It seems Liu Jia has made a fortune and no longer looks down on ordinary women.

With a cold laugh in her heart, Aunt Zhang said sarcastically, "Young man, our ancestors have been toiling in the fields for generations. You can't have such high aspirations. What? You want to find someone from the city for your second marriage?"

Aunt Zhang kept talking about being a second-time remarriage and a widow, which made Liu Jia very dissatisfied.

Now that they're pushing their luck with their words, Liu Jia simply put on a long face.

Normally, I don't argue with women. After all, it's no fun for a grown man to just vent.

This is especially true for older women; Liu Jianing would rather pretend she didn't hear some of what they said than waste her time arguing with them.

But now... things are different!

"Why can't those who toil in the fields have high aspirations? The documents from above call on us to be self-reliant and strive for progress. Why should we be expected to give up?"

"You look down on the vast working people, you look down on divorced people who are the main productive force, and you even distinguish between rural people and urban people. This is a deviation in your class ideology!"

"Hey, do you, a matchmaker, have some wicked intentions? You're not some shady force lurking among the people, are you?"

As soon as Liu Jia finished speaking, he exaggeratedly widened his eyes and looked the fat matchmaker up and down.

Aunt Zhang was initially taken aback by what Liu Jia said.

Just as he came to his senses, he let out a loud shout.

"what……"

Before she could even yell it out, Aunt Zhang had already started running wildly, rushing out of the Liu family's house as fast as she could!

Liu Jia rolled her eyes in annoyance and picked up the water ladle again to continue drinking water.

They're finally gone; otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to drink water in peace.

Zhang Guilan placed her hand on her heart and let out a long sigh.

"Sanzi, you're really something. This Aunt Zhang has been here for a long time, and no matter what I say, she won't listen. She insists on being your matchmaker."

"Mother, if you encounter something like this again, don't pay attention to them."

Seeing that Liu Jia continued drinking water and didn't seem to care about the matter at all, Zhang Guilan nodded.

Thinking of Aunt Zhang, Zhang Guilan sighed again.

These days, matchmakers aren't as popular as they used to be.

In the past, people would only travel between nearby villages and would not go to villages that were a little further away.

Therefore, if a family had a young man getting married or a young woman about to get married, the only way to find out about the young man was to ask the matchmaker.

A few years ago, being a matchmaker was a lucrative profession.

Once the matchmaker connects both parties, she will give a reward to either the man or the woman if the marriage is arranged.

I've heard that matchmakers with silver tongues always have a constant supply of snacks at home.

People are more open-minded now, and young men and women can have normal contact. People don't believe everything that matchmakers say anymore.

But why was Aunt Zhang so determined to find a wife for Liu Jia?

"Sanzi, do you know the young widow from Liu Family Village?"

Zhang Guilan asked tentatively.

Liu Jia shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.

"Mother, have you been bewitched by that matchmaker? Why are you bringing up that young widow? I don't know her at all. I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going to deliver the car to Qiu Zi."

"Why are you in such a hurry? You haven't even gone inside to rest yet. What, is Akiko going out?"

Seeing Liu Jia pushing the cart out, Zhang Guilan asked him a question.

Liu Jia opened his mouth, but ultimately did not reveal Wang Liqiu's purpose for borrowing the bicycle.

……

Aunt Zhang ran out in a panic, but was suddenly stopped by someone when she reached the crossroads.

"Isn't this Aunt Zhang? Where is she going? Who did she go to find a matchmaker for?

Zhang Cuihua looked like she was asking questions, and as soon as she opened her mouth, a smile spread across her face.

Aunt Zhang was taken aback, then turned around to look in the direction of Liu Jia's house.

"Don't even mention it! I was thinking of finding a wife for Liu Jia from your village, but he didn't want her and looked down on her. He doesn't even look at his own conditions!"

When Liu Jia was mentioned in front of Zhang Cuihua, Aunt Zhang winked and made faces, and finally her mouth twitched into a smirk.

"What? Are his demands too high?"

"They say they're not considering marriage, and they wouldn't even look at a widow or a virgin. They really have a bit of money and don't know who they are anymore!"

Aunt Zhang, having been mistreated by Liu Jia, began to berate him again, showing no mercy whatsoever.

They can rip a layer of skin off a person with their words.

Zhang Cuihua smiled, then pulled Aunt Zhang along and walked towards the base of the wall.

“Ordinary people would definitely look down on us. I heard they eat meat buns every day, how could they possibly look down on us poor folks?”

After hearing this, Aunt Zhang spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground.

"Pah! Eating steamed buns every meal? Is he trying to make a living? We'll make sure he eats through mountains of gold and silver!"

"Eat steamed buns today, eat shit tomorrow!"

Seeing that Aunt Zhang was quite angry, Zhang Cuihua seized the opportunity to continue the conversation.

"We're not angry, it's not worth it. I don't know whose daughter you're talking about? There are plenty of single young men in our village!"

Matchmaker Zhang was no pushover either; after her eyes darted around for a while, she finally managed to force a smile onto her face.

Zhang Cuihua is holding onto me and not letting me leave; she must have something in mind.

Is she... thinking of finding a wife for her silly son?