With the busy farming season coming to an end, the people of Guangming Brigade finally had a chance to catch their breath. Brigade leader Sun Shengli gathered a group of villagers to go to town to sell their grain, and Wuyou was among them.

The grain cart moved slowly forward, and the villagers sat together chatting about everything under the sun, talking about everyday matters and trivialities of life. Wuyou sat silently with a male educated youth.

I closed my eyes slightly, feeling the cool breeze on my face, and my carefree heart was calmer than ever before.

"Yan, I heard that after the grain is sold, we can have free time. Where are you planning to go later?" The male educated youth hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't help but speak, his tone familiar.

"I'm planning to send a letter home and wander around town a bit, since it's a rare opportunity to go out," Wuyou said with a smile, her tone tinged with nostalgia.

Actually, she had other plans in mind. At first, Yan Wuyou's family felt some guilt and pity towards her, but later all that remained was disgust and an eagerness to get rid of her burden.

When Yan Wuyou achieved great success in his first life, these family members couldn't wait to come and benefit from it, living comfortably for the rest of their lives. In his second life, Yan Wuyou was mediocre and didn't receive any help from them. Instead, they kicked him while he was down and exploited An Jin and his mother.

Living off one's savings has never been his style. He plans to take a good look around town, see if there's a black market or something, sell some things, and buy some books.

After stopping and starting along the way, they arrived in town. After selling the grain, Sun Shengli announced that they would disband on the spot and meet again in the afternoon. Wuyou found the black market according to the system prompts and found a lot of good things there.

I'll also take out the things I've accumulated over the years that belong to this era and sell them.

When it was almost time to gather, Wuyou carried a bag of books to the assembly point. When the male educated youth saw the books in Wuyou's hand, his expression instantly turned strange.

"Yan Zhiqing, why are you still buying books now?" With the college entrance examination canceled, intellectuals have been reduced to toiling in the fields for a living. Who would want to buy and read books? These things are just garbage that are sold as junk, and they have no value whatsoever.

For them, it's not as important as a steamed bun or a piece of pastry.

"Oh, I just happened to pass by the garbage station and bought a few books because I felt sorry for the old man there. Anyway, they're sold as garbage, so it's not worth much money. I just considered it an act of charity." Wuyou said casually, her tone calm, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Alright!" Since things had come to this point, there was nothing more to say. After all, it was their own money, and if they were willing to pay, he couldn't interfere. The male educated youth shrugged and said no more.

Zhou Jiajun, who had been observing from the side, hesitated for a moment, then walked to Wuyou's side, tugged at his sleeve, and whispered, "Yan Zhiqing, may I speak to you in private?"

Once the two reached a corner and made sure no one was around, Zhou Jiajun said apologetically, "Yan Zhiqing, Xiaoying was in a bad mood a while ago, so she said some harsh words. I apologize to you on her behalf."

"It's alright, Brother Zhou, you don't need to apologize. I owed Comrade Sun before." Wuyou shook his head. Although his wallet was empty, he was still happy and felt relieved.

"Brother Zhou, I know you want to bring a good life to Comrade Sun, but let me remind you, see your own heart clearly and see the people around you clearly." Looking at Zhou Jiajun's simple and carefree smile, he patted him on the shoulder and gave him a word of advice.

Yan Wuyou was wrong in the first life, and Sun Xiaoying was wrong as well. She was vain, restless, and unfaithful to her marriage. Otherwise, she would not have abandoned her husband and home with a man and run away with his money.

Even if he loved Yan Wuyou and was forced to marry Zhou Jiajun, he could have clearly explained things to her, divorced her cleanly, and then gone on to find his own happiness. But he didn't; instead, he chose the most extreme way.

Instead of reflecting on her own actions after being reborn, she blamed all her mistakes on Yan Wuyou, regarding him as her greatest enemy. Furthermore, in order to eliminate this hidden rival, she ruined An Jin's life, which is enough to show this woman's selfishness and hypocrisy.

Yan Wuyou paid the price for his scumbag nature, but Sun Xiaoying did not and instead lived a carefree life. What is the reason for this?

Wuyou's words were so nonsensical that Zhou Jiajun was completely confused and could only nod in agreement, not really taking them to heart.

"Alright, everyone's here. Let's head back; maybe we can still make it for dinner," Sun Shengli said quickly after counting the number of people. The group obediently climbed into the car, their faces showing varying degrees of joy. This trip hadn't been in vain after all.

At this time, smoke curled from the chimneys of Guangming Brigade, and every household was preparing dinner. A faint aroma of food permeated the village, making people feel hungry.

After the group dispersed, Zhou Jiajun returned home. As soon as he opened the door, he heard a coughing sound. He quickly ran to his mother's room, where she was lying on the bed, coughing incessantly.

His face, which was excessively pale due to a lack of sunlight, was flushed an unnatural crimson from a violent cough. There was a suspicious puddle of water beneath him, and the room was filled with a foul and pungent odor.

"Mom, are you alright? Didn't you take your medicine today?" Zhou Jiajun quickly stepped forward and gently patted his mother's back, asking softly. Coughing was a chronic problem for his mother, and it usually relieved a lot after taking medicine. He had clearly told his wife to bring his mother medicine beforehand, so why was she like this?

"Cough cough, maybe Xiaoying forgot by accident? Bring me the medicine, I'll drink it." Zhou's mother waved her hand while adjusting her breathing, with a hint of deliberate nonchalance and indifference.

He's old and has been a burden to his son for so many years. His son has finally gotten married, and he can't let his own incompetence cause further trouble for his son and daughter-in-law. Besides, Zhou's mother is a reasonable person; she never expects her daughter-in-law to serve her like a mother would, and she's very understanding. She also doesn't want her to cause discord in her son's marriage.

Although Zhou's mother deliberately downplayed the facts, Zhou Jiajun still sensed Sun Xiaoying's inaction, and a surge of anger rose within him.

He was an honest man and a loving husband, but he was also genuinely filial to his mother and didn't want her to suffer because of him.

"Mom, I'll go get your medicine." Zhou Jiajun bit his lip and hurriedly got to work, preparing meals and medicine for his mother and tidying up the bedding, doing it skillfully and naturally.

While Zhou Jiajun was busy, Sun Xiaoying, who was resting in the inner room, was fast asleep. Her eyes were closed, and she was making unconscious mutterings. Her brows were furrowed, and a few drops of cold sweat had appeared on her forehead.

Her hands, hanging by her sides, unconsciously clenched the blankets, and her head shook slightly without her noticing; she was clearly having a nightmare.

"Ah—" With a high-pitched scream, Sun Xiaoying sat up abruptly, her clothes soaked with cold sweat. She looked around, her eyes filled with confusion and panic.