The fierce peasant woman is busy farming

Chapter 11: The Best Scumbag

The days he lived in the provincial capital were like those of a god. The chef prepared different kinds of meals every day and never repeated them.

It’s not that we eat meat and fish every day. Even the vegetarian dishes are extremely delicate and the cooking is extremely complicated.

He had lived in vain for more than thirty years, and it was only in recent years that he felt that the life he had lived was the life that a human being should live.

It’s a heavenly day.

Looking at these family members now, their words are crude, their faces are hideous, and their behavior is shameful.

It was hard to imagine that I was actually a family with them.

Why didn't I discover this truth before?

So later on he seldom came home.

He didn't want to face these people, especially that Zhou.

Back then, she was a pretty and charming beauty, gentle and considerate, well-educated and well-mannered. I wouldn't say she was a daughter of a wealthy family.

She is definitely a beautiful girl.

But later, as the marriage went on for a long time and children were born one after another, I don’t know what happened.

Zhou became like this day by day.

She is exactly the same as her mother, Qian.

No wonder they say that if you are not from the same family, you won’t enter the same door.

They are the same as mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

I remember in a book, a young man said: Women are made of water, referring to women before marriage. After marriage, pearls turn into dead fish eyes.

He now feels annoyed when he sees Zhou. The more he looks at her, the more she looks like a dead fish.

How can she be as good as Wang? Even though she is a widow, it would be bad to spread her reputation to others.

But she is beautiful in her life, she is also good at dressing herself up, and she has the money and time to think about how to become beautiful.

How to please men.

Moreover, she had a graceful character, and was proficient in all arts, such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting; she could compose poems and songs at will.

She is truly a lovely woman in the eyes of many men.

It is said that many unmarried young men pursued her and wanted to become her lover.

It was also because she had good vision that she chose me, a penniless person with great talent.

Then all the true love in his heart was poured upon himself.

Every moonlit night is hazy, and red sleeves add fragrance; on the full moon night, poems are recited and essays are written.

It's really a beautiful thing in life.

Thinking of Wang, Ning Yuan suddenly felt a little annoyed.

I don’t know what’s going on, but Wang has been a little cold towards me recently.

Although food, clothing, housing, transportation, writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone are all the same as before.

But there seems to be something wrong with the attitude.

I no longer give myself pocket money from time to time.

Ning Yuancai frowned and looked around the shabby hall. Everything was shabby and simple.

Look at these people again, every one of them is extremely vulgar.

It's these people who are dragging me down. How could I be so unlucky to be born into such a family?

But he had to bear the heavy burden of mourning and could not escape.

The day before yesterday, Wang suddenly became enthusiastic towards me.

This made him feel inexplicably frightened.

They hadn't slept together for some time, and he was as eager as a young boy.

Just like the young man’s first time, the result was not satisfactory.

He felt a little annoyed, a little embarrassed, and felt sorry for Wang.

Wang was only in her early thirties, in the prime of her youth.

I am almost forty years old and have four burdens at home.

No matter how you look at it, they are not a match. I am marrying up to the Wang family.

Behind Wang stands the entire Wang family of Langya, a century-old aristocratic family.

Those connections and resources, if even a little bit of them slip through someone's fingers, would be enough to help you rise to the top.

Thinking of this, Ning Yuan smiled.

As soon as he smiled, the next moment he saw the wrinkled black face of old man Ning.

I was so scared that I almost threw the bowl away.

He quickly lowered his head and started eating.

This millet porridge is really hard to drink and makes my throat sore.

It’s not as delicious as the white rice I ate at that home in the state capital.

He didn't want to eat anymore, so he put down his bowl, dropped his chopsticks, and walked out of the hall.

After he walked into the yard, he looked at the pigs in the pigsty, the chickens in the chicken coop, and the vegetables in the vegetable garden.

When he finally returned to the hall, holding his nose, the family had already finished dinner.

The family cleaned up, turned off the lights, and went back to their rooms to sleep.

Only then did he realize that he had no place to sleep tonight.

There are only three main rooms in the house. The large room in the middle is the living room, where the family eats, talks and meets guests.

The east and west wing rooms. Originally, the old couple Ning lived in the east wing, and the Zhou couple lived in the west wing.

The two side rooms, east and west, are where the two daughters live, on the east side, and where the two sons live, on the west side.

Later, when the eldest son got married, the east wing was used as the couple's new home.

The youngest son lived in the west wing, while the two daughters moved to the west side room to squeeze in with their mother.

Ning Yuancai and Zhou had divorced, and he had never returned home since the divorce, so he had not had this worry before.

But this time he came back, and he came back specifically to arrange a marriage for his eldest daughter.

They treated him like this and didn't even give him a place to live.

He looked around the hall and saw only a large dining table and a few benches, and no other place to sleep.

He walked out of the hall again and looked into the yard. The opposite side of the house was where the pigpen and chicken coop were, and there was a kitchen and a room for sundries next to it.

He sighed, feeling that the place where he grew up was very unfamiliar.

Yes, he did not grow up in this house, he grew up in the old house. When this house was built, he had already passed the imperial examination and lived in the county.

This house was built bit by bit by the old man, Zhou and the children, using only stones, mud and wood.

The number of days he has lived here can be counted on one hand.

He has no feelings for this place.

He sighed, walked to the west, and pushed the door, but it didn't open.

The door was actually locked?

This kid, there are no outsiders at home, and the door is bolted tightly. Who is he guarding against?

Ning Yuan got angry for the first time since he returned home. He couldn't afford to offend the old man.

His ex-wife Zhou had nothing to do with him, so he had no reason to provoke her.

The eldest son is already married and is about to become a father, so naturally he has to give him some face.

Daughters.

The daughters are just like their mother, sarcastic and unforgiving in their words. Otherwise, it would be difficult for the daughters to get married.

Her reputation of being unlucky in marriage is not groundless.

If Zhou Yue knew what he was thinking, she would be so angry that she would come back to life.

Ning Yuancai was struggling with the door. He didn't dare to disturb others. He just knocked on the thin door gently and called Xuanlang's name in a low voice.

In the west wing, Zhou Yue, who was tired after a day of watching the lawsuit for a long time, was still awakened by those tiny noises.

Looking at her two adopted daughters sleeping like sound dogs, she suddenly felt a little scared.

This ex-husband won’t come to see me, right?

Although the two have divorced, even in my life, many divorced ex-husbands did not realize what divorce meant.

I'm still thinking about going back to my ex-wife's house and sleeping with her.

Not to mention that this is an unknown ancient time.

God knows what's going on in a man's mind.

She didn't want to be intimate with a strange man.

Let’s put it this way, in her previous life, she hadn’t even touched her lover for many years.

When I got here, I saw a strange man, and that man was a scumbag.

She felt so sick that she wanted to vomit just thinking about it.

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