Educated Youth in the Countryside: She is the Village's Embroidery Queen!-Chapter 420: Even a Dung Beetle Thinks Its Own Offspring Smell Sweet
Yi Chichi remained silent, Aunt Ma would thank Uncle Yaozi.
Isn’t this a typical case of making trouble for her?
Being a matchmaker is really not something ordinary people can do.
Fortunately, Dongzi and the others didn’t have any hopes up about it.
"Aunt Ma explicitly said she doesn’t want to be a matchmaker."
Wen Shi didn’t know about this, so Wen Sheng curiously asked, "Wasn’t she a matchmaker before?"
They were talking about Xiao Cao and Qian Ping’an.
"That was just a coincidence."
Liu Chen started talking non-stop, "If she didn’t introduce someone to Sister Xiao Cao, she wouldn’t survive. Qian’s situation wasn’t much better, but he had the advantage of being somewhat capable, and his mind clear enough, so his life with Sister Xiao Cao gradually improved."
"If it were someone else, it might not have gone well. As Aunt Ma would say, matchmaking done well brings joy to all, but done poorly can ruin two families, causing greater harm to both parties."
After all, a matchmaker relies on their tongue to bring people together, making the dead seem alive.
Before they meet, no one knows if the person the matchmaker praises is really that outstanding.
If they are lucky when they meet, they might meet someone good, but there can be a drastic change after marriage.
The human heart is hard to read. An honest matchmaker will speak truthfully, but even if they succeed in a hundred matches, one problem can ruin their reputation naturally.
Unethical ones earn immoral money and won’t care whether the marriage is good or not. Once the match is made and the fee collected, they’re no longer involved.
"Aunt Ma said she doesn’t want to harm people."
That’s something Aunt Ma would say.
The village chief then said, "Then find someone yourself."
At this point, he disdainfully said, "You’re all grown-ups, why can’t you find a partner?"
Wen Shi echoed like an obliging follower, "Uncle’s right; you all are just useless."
Dongzi and the others were almost infuriated by him, and someone retorted, "You talk as if you’re all that useful, yet it wasn’t until Yi Chichi picked you up at your old age."
Yi Chichi, who was called out, silently ate her fish, refusing to partake in their verbal battle.
Then, they started fighting.
Mu Da watched, wide-eyed, "Aren’t you going to stop them?"
Yaozi was very composed, "No need to stop; they’ve been fighting since they were kids."
They know their limits and won’t cause serious harm.
Despite the joyful fight, it’s just like playing around.
Mu Da watched Wen Shi’s fist fly towards Hua Lin’s face, finding the scene somewhat surreal.
Then she looked at Yi Chichi’s nonchalant demeanor, couldn’t help but ask, "Chichi, aren’t you worried Wen Shi might get hurt?"
Yi Chichi’s answer was a grin, "Auntie, eat the fish. They’ll stop when they’re tired."
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Liu Chen cried out, "Enough already, let’s save strength for netting."
This made the group, who were rolling together on the ice, stop instantly.
Two minutes later, they washed their faces with cold water, returned to the fire, and resumed their belated lunch.
After eating and resting for about ten minutes, the village chief announced they would cast one more net before heading back home.
With the low temperature, the hole in the ice had started to freeze over just during the meal; it needed reopening. Fortunately, it wasn’t a large area, and it was fixed in minutes.
Then they set the net and brought up fish.
Many of the fish that came up this time were unrecognizable to Yi Chichi, but she was too busy to ask and, together with Mu Da, smashed fish with ice, picking up fish to toss into the basket.
Soon, the two empty baskets were full.
There were still a lot of fish left on the ice, so they ran to the nearby grass to fetch some dry grass to make ropes for stringing the fish and loaded them on the sled to take away.
On the way back, the village chief was so happy he almost floated.
He looked at the fish, then the pond left far behind, delighted, "This haul is not bad, must be nearly a thousand pounds of fish."
Yaozi replied calmly, "It’s not much; a little shared by each household will be gone."
Yi Chichi then laughed, "Does the village know we’re out fishing?"
"Can’t keep it secret."
Besides, they hadn’t planned to hide it.
"Chances are, the village entrance is already crowded with people waiting for fish shares."
It’s not just possible, it’s very likely.
Sure enough, from afar, they saw heads huddled together at the village entrance.
As they got closer, Dun Dun and the others, who were running around, cheered loudly, shouting that grandpa and the others had caught fish and ran towards them.
"I wonder how the catch was today."
Aunt Ma was cracking a handful of melon seeds, her face full of anticipation at this sight.
The captain tapped his pipe, "We didn’t fish before the New Year, the catch should be okay."
Wen’s mother chimed in, "I wonder if there are any wuchang fish or mandarin fish; if not, even crucian carp would do."
Everyone else said, "..."
These three fish share a common trait: tender meat and fewer bones.
But, "I remember your Chichi loves fish heads."
"It’s not that she loves fish heads; she loves any fish without bones."
Talking about Yi Chichi’s eating habits, Wen’s mother was somewhat indulgent, "Our Chichi is a bit picky like a little kid."
Big Mouth heard this, curled her lips, and snapped, "Isn’t it because you spoil her? What kind of mother-in-law takes care of a daughter-in-law like you do, three meals a day? You make it impossible for us other mothers-in-law to slack off."
Afraid of not treating the daughter-in-law well, lest she gets angry and returns to her parents’ house.
Kao Shan Village wasn’t like this before. Though mother-in-laws didn’t have the habit of tormenting daughter-in-laws, they didn’t prioritize them like they do now.
Wen’s mother chuckled, "My Chichi would actually allow me to slack off, but it’s that she can’t do household chores; after all, her hands are precious."
This statement might irk others.
People in the village all knew Yi Chichi’s hands could make money, though they weren’t sure how much, considerable was for sure.
Ever since she moved into the Wen family, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law never lacked meat and fish.
You really need some savings to sustain such a diet.
Envious? You bet.
But envy was useless; they couldn’t earn the kind of money Yi Chichi did, their own children couldn’t either.
Couldn’t even report it, because she had a work permit.
A work permit from the Yangcheng Friendship Store, reporting it would only cause trouble for themselves.
So, they could only watch.
But some were still resentful.
Someone couldn’t help poking at Wen’s mother, "If I had known she could earn so much, I would have let my third son marry her."
Wen’s mother was infuriated upon hearing this, ready to retort, but Aunt Ma cut in first, "Your third son wasn’t on Chichi’s radar. Not as good-looking as Wen Shi, not even a worker to earn points; where do you get the confidence that Chichi would marry him?"
That was a bit cutting.
Wen’s mother laughed while someone else, feeling nettled, retorted, "My third son isn’t that bad."
"I understand, even a dung beetle thinks its child smells nice. As a mother, of course you think your third son is great, but to be honest, he’s not that impressive, not even as good as Dongzi."
Dongzi, arriving with the sled, happened to hear this. Surprised, he asked, "What’s this about not being as good as me?"
