This was an odd book to read, mostly due to the structure. The chapters each focus around a particular person in the author's village: their trials, triumphs, and tragedies. The stories sometimes follow the people outside of the village, but often they are an intimate portrait of village life mostly in ~1910-1970s China.
I read this book mostly for glimpses into life at that time period, and the book didn't disappoint in that aspect. Little aspects of artisanship come through: how tofu was made, what jobs families had and how they moved between them, how different jobs were treated and seen by the community, etc. There's also a strong sense of place and Chinese culture: there's descriptions of various holidays and how they were celebrated, of the little rituals and cultural beliefs that shaped various decisions and life paths, of how religion and magic intersected with everyday life. It also described how the villagers' lives changed (or didn't) during several rounds of social upheaval and political change. As someone who doesn't know much about that period of Chinese history, it was interesting in itself to hear the ways these policies affected people on the ground.
Even though it is nonfiction, the book has some of the same storytelling elements as fiction. It's very much like sitting on the porch with some of the old fogeys in any small town and listening to their stories of their neighbors' scandals, heroism, and successes, as well as the everyday tragedies and bad luck that plague any group of people. There are interesting characters all the way through, in that way any ordinary person can be interesting. They have their own foibles, petty desires, and, sometimes, grand dreams. Still, there's no real overstory, except a sad recognition of impermanence: as the author mentions in several places, this small village and may soon be no more.