Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 205 - 205 205 Matchmaking

?Chapter 205: Chapter 205: Matchmaking Chapter 205: Chapter 205: Matchmaking Bai Yue had gone to the chicken coop to check for eggs early that morning, which was a daily chore for her.

She fed the chickens while she was there.

As she was feeding the chickens, she saw Wang Yan walk in.

Now, Bai Yue called Wang Yan “Big Brother Wang.” She was immensely grateful for Wang Yan’s kind help. If he hadn’t lent a hand back then, all their pigs would have been lost.

In recent months, Wang Yan hadn’t hesitated to help her out, frequently visiting her pigsty. This kindness alone was enough, and she appreciated him looking after her and hers.

“Big Brother Wang, you look quite sharp today!” she commented.

Wang Yan was unusually clean-cut that day with even his usual stubble shaved off, dressed in a neat blue Sun Yat-sen suit jacket with black trousers, only his cloth shoes looked a bit plain.

The shoes looked familiar to Bai Yue, resembling the pair she had made to thank Wang Yan two months ago.

Blushing, Wang Yan said, “The aunt from the neighboring village is bringing someone over for my dad to meet.” His statement said enough.

Bai Yue suddenly realized this was Old Man Wang arranging a marriage viewing for Wang Yan. She felt a slight pang of loss but quickly cheered up. Wang Yan was a good man. Due to his father’s focus on building a prosperous home, Wang Yan’s marriage had been delayed for years.

Before the reform and opening-up policies, the villagers were cautious about farming pigs and chickens. Back then, the Wang Family was so poor they could barely make ends meet, especially since the family had three sons. Marrying off the sons and building houses were not easy tasks.

Several girls had been considered for Wang Yan. People did value him highly, as he was good-looking and robust, the kind that catches one’s eye easily. The problem was that no matter how appealing Wang Yan was, the girls’ parents did not think highly of his family’s poverty.

So, after years of dragging their feet, his marriage had yet to take place.

By the time they finally dared to take on the task of farming pigs, Wang Yan was already in his thirties. The first few years of pig farming were tough, especially since their family did not just farm a pig or two. Old Wang particularly liked the aggressive nature of the black pigs, but those pigs fattened up significantly, with an average weight gain of nearly 100 pounds per pig. That was all money.

The three brothers, under Old Wang’s guidance, had suffered quite a bit at home, especially during times when the pigs were sick. They practically slept in the pigsty, staying up day and night to look after the pigs. During those times, they hardly had the heart to even eat a bite of food.

Finally, in the past two years, life had improved. The household had built up, and the pig farming business was getting better.

The second and third sons had both found wives who married into the family and had children, but Wang Yan had run into difficulties.

Wang Yan was nearing forty.

Considering a younger bride, the women were put off by his age. Considering someone divorced, Old Wang couldn’t accept it.

Then, the aunt from the neighboring village mentioned a woman in their village, around twenty-eight or twenty-nine. There was nothing wrong with her; it was just that she had many younger brothers and sisters, and her parents needed her help to support the family, which had delayed her marriage.

Old Wang was overjoyed. In his heart, he was determined to find a decent young woman for his son. His eldest had suffered and struggled for the family, and Old Wang felt it was his duty to find a suitable wife for him.

Today, Wang Yan was dressed so neatly precisely because of the matchmaking appointment.

Wang Yan glanced at Bai Yue, opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Noticing the cloth shoes on Wang Yan’s feet, Bai Yue wiped her hands, “Big Brother Wang, just hold on a moment.” She went inside and pulled a pair of newly made cloth shoes from her cabinet.

This was to express her gratitude for Wang Yan’s care of her family. She made him a pair of shoes every month.

She handed them to Wang Yan, “Put these on. Wearing a new outfit without new shoes might give a poor impression to the young lady. I hope you find a wife soon, Big Brother Wang. It’s time for you to settle down. You need someone by your side who understands your needs deeply,” Bai Yue said calmly.

Wang Yan took the shoes, and with his large hands rough from old calluses, he touched Bai Yue’s hands as he took the cloth shoes from her, and immediately grabbed a stool to sit right in the middle of the courtyard. He took off the shoes he was wearing and put on the new ones, stood up, and stomped on the ground a few times, then took a few steps.

Bai Yue’s craftsmanship was excellent; these layered cloth shoes felt comfortable on the feet, even more so than the ones his own mother used to make for him.

He was about to pick up the shoes on the ground, but Bai Yue beat him to it and picked them up first.

“I’ll wash these shoes for you, and you can pick them up the next time you come over. Better hurry back now; today is a festive day, and we shouldn’t delay it.”

Wang Yan looked at Bai Yue, whose expression was gentle and calm, yet filled with blessings for him. Inside, he didn’t know why, but a surge of anger rose, and he harshly dropped a sentence and left.

“Anyway, the matchmaking will never work out; she’s not the one I fancy, no one will do.”

Bai Yue was stunned. What’s gotten into Wang Yan?

This anger seemed completely out of the blue.

Silently taking the shoes, she started washing them, somewhat absent-minded as she did.

She didn’t understand why her heart felt uncomfortable upon hearing about Wang Yan’s matchmaking. But what right did she have to feel this way?

She was a divorced woman, and in the village, that labeled her as “second-hand goods,” usually only considered by those who couldn’t afford a bride or the old bachelors who were too poor.

Why would a decent man from a good family consider her?

Especially someone like old man Wang, whose family owned a house and land, and raised many pigs. When it came to wealth, they lacked nothing and were among the wealthiest in the village. Though Wang Yan was older, he was decent-looking, and his family was well-off, deserving certainly to marry a young maiden.

Thinking of this, Bai Yue’s face suddenly felt hot, and she inwardly cursed at herself.

What are you even thinking about?

You’ve just gotten divorced; are you already longing for a man?

Bai Yue thought about her three sons and immediately cheered up; she had no plans to look for a man again in this lifetime.

Getting another man was unlikely to treat her own sons well; her duty was to raise them properly, ensure they got married and had homes of their own, and only then could she rest easy.

Maybe this was how she was meant to spend her life; what did matters of men have to do with her?

Bai Yue sighed deeply.

She quietly finished washing the shoes and hung them under the eaves.

She needed to go make food for the pigs now.

What was there to be dissatisfied about? She had left that excuse of a man, and she and her three sons could eat well and stay warm, and they even had some money left over each month. For this alone, she should be grateful to heaven; just last year at this time, she was still carrying stones on the mountain with two of her sons.

People ought to be content.

You must not expect too much.