Chen Wende no longer cared about these harsh words.

I carried the washed peanuts home, scooped some into a large bowl to boil, and laid the rest out to dry on the bluestone slab at the door.

The cooked tender peanuts were very delicious, with a fresh and sweet taste. He poured himself a small glass of sweet potato wine and slowly peeled the peanuts.

Chen Wenxiu had already been married off by him, to a 40-year-old widower, and received a betrothal gift of 360,000 yuan.

Now I am the only one left at home.

He turned his head to glance at the familiar doorway, and the scenery in front of him slowly faded away. He seemed to see a thin figure wearing a straw sun hat, with his trouser legs rolled up, walking in from outside the door carrying a bamboo basket of vegetables.

"Brother Wende, your pen is out of ink, isn't it? I bought you a new bottle of ink, check to see if you bought the right one~"

There was excitement in her tone, but she looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a childish face. She had two braids, her bangs were wet with sweat, her face was rosy, and she looked very pretty when she smiled.

Even with a big belly, she could still hold a dung bucket to fertilize the fields, stand on a chair and hold a pole to hit loquats, and stand with her hands on her waist and argue with the villagers with a red face, "My Wende is educated. He will definitely be a great writer in the future. Those manuscripts can be exchanged for money. He is an educated person who makes a living with his brain. His handwriting is so beautiful!!"

The scene changed, and the figure gradually turned into Che Jinmei's face. She looked tired. She was arguing with Zhou Guima, also because of the land, and also because Zhou Gui's family occupied a piece of their own land.

She stiffened her neck, her face flushed, and she cursed at Zhou Guima, standing outside his door.

Che Jinmei didn't cry even when she was outnumbered by three people. But after her father was humiliated by her own son's scolding, she looked at him sadly and shed tears.

Those tears were like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, making him feel uncomfortable and breathless.

In the past, he always blamed them for being petty, for their poor spiritual world, and for their harshness and noise becoming a stain on themselves who always wanted to be decent.

But he forgot how he became so glamorous and beautiful. How could he look down on her with such pride?

Now, without them charging in front of him, in order to survive, he has become the person he hates the most.

Moreover, he didn't think he had done anything wrong. The one at fault was clearly Zhou Gui's family. Why did he feel that he was right and embarrassed about his own side?

During this time, he kept dreaming about his previous life.

Every time he woke up, he would sit quietly for a long time.

He didn't understand why he had forgotten in his dream that when he was unknown, it was that frail figure who held up the sky for him, allowing him to do what he wanted to do in the literary world.

He doesn't have to face the trivialities of life and the daily necessities of life. What qualifications does he have to despise her for being rude and ignorant? How can he be so indifferent and impatient with her?

It was obvious that she had sacrificed her life for him and exhausted her efforts, and that he relied on her to carry him out, so how could he hate her so much?

That's his wife, his benefactor...

He raised his hand and poured the wine from the glass into his mouth. This wine tasted a bit bitter.

His cheeks felt slightly cold and tears slid down the corners of his lips. He quickly peeled a peanut and put it into his mouth.

There was a dead silence in his lowered eyes. The peanuts tasted not only astringent but also a little salty.