Gaoshi Village.

Chen Wende rolled up his trouser legs, went barefoot, held a hoe and worked behind Chen Youliang.

In the fields, Chen Youliang took the lead and dug holes one by one in the front. Chen Wenfeng, who had a slightly inconvenient leg and foot, had a small bag filled with seeds hanging on his body, and a winnowing basket under his left armpit, which was filled with fertilizer he had harvested.

He limped along following his father and threw two or three seeds and a handful of fertilizer into the hole his father had dug.

Chen Wende followed behind Chen Wenfeng, holding a hoe, and was responsible for covering the soil.

Chen Wenxiu carried a load of fertilizer and poured it onto a torn sack beside her. She wiped the sweat from her head and continued walking up the mountain.

The Chen family started shoveling grass ash relatively late today because the better locations at the foot of the mountain had been occupied, so they shoveled the grass ash halfway up the mountain. Now that spring sowing has begun, they have to carry it down one load at a time.

There was a lot of rain during this period, and the rugged mud road made it difficult to climb up, let alone get down.

Chen Wenxiu looked at the three men working in the field with a hint of sarcasm on her lips. There were three men in her family, but it was she, a girl, who had to do the hardest work.

What frightened her even more was not the hard work, but the fact that her family had recently been thinking about her marriage. Chen Youliang had already announced that her dowry would be 500 yuan.

Apart from the condition of a bride price of 500 yuan, there are no other conditions.

There are no family requirements, no age settings, and no conditions.

In other words, as long as someone can come up with 500 yuan, Chen Youliang has no objection, no matter if the person is blind, lame or an old man.

As for this matter, Chen Wenfeng acted as if it had nothing to do with him and even praised it.

Because he once advised Chen Wenxiu in a sarcastic way, "A family that can pay 500 yuan for the bride price must be well off. It's better to marry someone who can live a good life than someone who is so poor that he can't find a wife."

Only Chen Wende frowned slightly and advised Chen Youliang twice, "What's the difference between your conditions and selling your daughter? People will criticize you for this. The dignity of our Chen family..."

But before he could finish his words, Chen Youliang pushed back, "Do you still have a backbone? Do you still have dignity? Five hundred is selling your daughter? Then why did you insist on buying a wife in the first place? If you were a capable person, would I have to sell my daughter?"

These few words made Chen Wende, who had been living in fear, dare not speak anymore.

After working for two hours, Chen Wende's arms were so sore that he could hardly lift them. The slippery touch under his feet made him feel disgusted and nauseous. He clenched his back teeth tightly, and even though he felt so frustrated that he felt like he was about to explode, he had to continue swinging the hoe.

He never dreamed that he would live like this.

Now, he can only hope for news about his "The Climb" soon.

The villagers who came to work in the fields nearby joked to him, "Hey, isn't this Chen Daxue?"

"Chen Daxue has also come to the fields. This is quite unusual today~"

"Hahaha, Youliang, I told you at the beginning that no matter how much you read, it is not as good as using a hoe well. The produce from the land is real. It is not that easy to be a writer."

Chen Youliang was already accustomed to this kind of sarcasm. He turned around and looked at Chen Wende coldly without saying a word.

Because he himself felt that what others said was right. If Chen Wende had not failed to recognize the reality and had high aspirations, the Chen family would not have been in this state.

The source of the Chen family's decline began when Chen Wende wanted to marry Chi Suzhen.

Although he had heard too many sarcasms from the villagers, Chen Wende still felt very uncomfortable. His knuckles holding the hoe turned white, his face flushed red, and he felt so embarrassed that he wanted to lower his head into his crotch.

He thought about the dream again. If, if he listened to Che Jinmei as he did in the dream, would everything be different...