"The Big Feng from the Changku Village is getting married again."
For a time, the news of Big Feng's marriage caused a stir in the village. The bachelors were especially eager to find out:
"Who will she marry this time? A woman like her isn't pure anymore."
"But her face is indeed very pretty."
Changku Village has always had more men than women, and the women generally weren't very good-looking. Among them, Big Feng stood out with her willow-leaf eyebrows, thin lips, and a pair of watery eyes. When she smiled, her shallow dimples made her look exceptionally beautiful and full of spirit.
She was truly the flower of the village.
Big Feng's house was decorated with lanterns and filled with festive cheer. Mother Zhang was busy inside and out, looking happy on the surface but murmuring in her heart:
"This time, I hope Big Feng marries the right person and doesn't suffer any more委屈."
Aunt Wang, the matchmaker, saw through Mother Zhang's thoughts and forced a smile to say:
"Hey, Mother Zhang, you just rest assured. The match I've arranged for your daughter Big Feng won't go wrong. The groom comes from a wealthy family in the neighboring Fengyu Village, and he's not bad-looking either."