Reborn in a small village in the 1990s

Putting everything else aside, Zhao Da'e was short, very young, and thin, but she undeniably had a stunningly beautiful face—the kind that evoked pity in everyone. Not only was she pretty, but she also gave off a pitiful and endearing air.

It's definitely quite endearing.

The two of them soon gathered a basketful of dried mushrooms and went back.

Zhou Chunwen first made pancakes with white flour, then stewed the rooster that Zhao Da'e had taken out, added mushrooms, and finally put the pancakes and the stewed chicken in the pot after it had been simmering for a while, so that they would absorb the flavor.

"Hey sis, why aren't you dating anyone?" Zhao Da'e suddenly asked during dinner.

Zhou Chunwen was taken aback: That's a good question, a brilliant question! I don't even leave the house, I'm holed up in the mountains, what kind of relationship would I have?!

Zhou Yuren laughed and said, "Your eldest sister is still young, only sixteen."

“My older cousin is already eighteen or nineteen, in his twenties, almost thirty…” Zhao Da’e muttered to himself.

"This..." Zhou Yuren was speechless.

“I know a family, in Xichilichi, there’s a family named Ma, and the Ma family has a little chubby woman… cough cough, a little chubby girl,” Zhao Da’e said.

Zhao Da'e knew that his cousin had married a woman from Xichili Village in his previous life. His cousin's wife had also given birth to a son, and they were doing quite well. Rural people don't have many fuss oversights; a woman who can manage a household is a good woman.

Of course, a better physique would be ideal. It's not that their aesthetic sense is flawed, but rather that their actual living conditions and circumstances limit their choices. If a woman were as thin as a rake… a skinny beauty, barely weighing seventy or eighty pounds, someone who could be blown over by a gust of wind, constantly catching colds and fevers, and frequently suffering from serious illnesses, life would be unbearable; she couldn't afford to see a doctor all the time. Besides, such a thin woman wouldn't be able to do any manual labor.

Although most of the time, the wives brought home by their husbands only do simple farm work, if they can't even do those simple farm chores, then marrying a sickly wife is a real problem.

Therefore, rural people also know that while slender girls are desirable, they are more pragmatic and would prefer plump girls with better physiques.

Of course, some people choose to have children.

The girl in the Ma family is a chubby little girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old. She hasn't gone out and stays at home.

Zhou Yuren was particularly concerned about his son's marriage. Even though it was still far from certain, he cared a lot. After thinking for a moment, he said, "We don't know anyone from the Ma family. Besides, the village of Xichilichi is Mongolian. The Mongolians generally don't like to intermarry with us."

Zhao Da'e's hometown, Ganzhuerdan Banner in Karkarabayala Gacha County, Longcheng City, is actually an autonomous county for ethnic minorities. Many Mongolians live in the county, but they don't have much contact with Han Chinese; most of their marriages are within their own ethnic group. They also live in clusters of villages.

“You know him, Uncle, do you remember that big battle when you went to Halagui to repair the river embankment? There was a middle-aged man named Unisguleng Teniger, around forty years old, tall, with a bushy beard, and wearing a black jacket,” Zhao Da’e said from memory.

She had met that person before, so she gave her account based on what she had seen him in the past.