The Complete Book of One Hundred Women - 7

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The drunkard, who was used to the smell of meat, looked at the neatly cut pig ears on the table by his wife and suddenly put on a stern face. He muttered like a picky customer, "No, pig ears are not cut like this. They should be cut like this." The drunkard picked up a strip of meat and stuffed it into his mouth while frowning and saying, "You didn't put in all the seasonings. What kind of taste is this!"
"You, you—" Hearing this, the old woman next door exhaled a large smoke ring, then banged her pipe on the sole of her shoe while scolding her son, "Zhang San won't eat dead children's flesh, it's all because his grandmother spoiled him. Ni, don't mind him, let him drink however he wants, if he drinks himself to death, so be it, just pretend I never raised this son!"
The drunkard was deaf to his mother's scolding, ignoring her completely. When Hua Ni brought him the pig's ears with some more soy sauce, he still frowned unhappily: "You're not mixing it right, you should add some chopped green onions, no, not chopped green onions, but chopped green onions!"
"Oh, my husband," Hua Ni finally gave up, pushed the plate away, and was too lazy to serve her drunkard husband anymore: "Spare me, I'm stupid, I can't serve you well!"
This drunkard was not only difficult to serve in terms of food, but also difficult for Hua Ni to handle after bedtime. Look, the drunkard, completely out of it, had been drinking all day. Finally, having satisfied his craving, he shoved his large bowl aside, his ruddy head slumped against the wall, groaning and whimpering. He grabbed Huani, his reeking mouth sizzling with alcohol, and began groping and biting at his wife's face. This was the most difficult thing for Huani to handle.
Completely numbed by alcohol, the husband rolled around on Huani like a lump of mud, his heart filled with desire. But his little brother, too, was drunk, and no matter how much he urged him, his ruddy, round little head wouldn't lift. In desperation, the drunkard angrily grabbed his little brother and shoved it into his wife's crotch. Although it barely went in, before it even had a chance to move, its head lolled to the side and slipped out with a whoosh. No matter how much his brother struggled, the little head bounced around between his wife's legs, refusing to go where it should.
"Hey, you've had too much to drink," Huani shoved her drunken husband down. "If you can't do it, go to sleep. If you want to play, wait until dawn, sober up, and then play!" "
No way," the drunken husband, not satisfied with sex as he hadn't had his fill of alcohol, wouldn't give up easily. Since his little brother wouldn't cooperate, he had no choice but to trouble his wife. The drunkard rolled off his wife, straightened up, and said to her in a commanding tone, "You get on top..."
The husband was like heaven, and the wife was like earth; how could the earth dare offend heaven? Huani helplessly straddled the drunkard, grasped his equally limp little brother, and rubbed and kneaded it, as if he were dead asleep, showing no reaction. Urged on by her drunkard husband, Huani pressed her buttocks down, but instead of drawing his little brother into her body, she compressed the limp lump into a meat patty.
Huani rolled over: "Go to sleep, stop messing around!"
"No," the alcoholic husband stubbornly persisted like a disobedient child, grabbing his limp penis and saying, "I've tried everything, but nothing works. Looks like I only have one last trick left. Come on, the same old thing, give me a blowjob!"
"Sigh, you're really a pain in the ass," in order to get rid of her alcoholic husband's entanglement as soon as possible, Huani had no choice but to lie down between the alcoholic's legs, take his limp penis in her mouth and suck it vigorously: "Honey, you should drink less,"
Huani said while sucking, "You're covered in alcohol, even your penis smells like it's been soaked in alcohol, it's making my mouth numb!"
"Hahaha," the alcoholic was overjoyed to hear this, and under the stimulation of his wife's tongue, his body suddenly trembled, and his penis bounced up and began to throb joyfully in Huani's mouth. Huani tightly pressed her lips together, her throat gripping the slippery glans. But then her drunken husband grinned widely and roared wildly. Huani felt a sour taste in her throat and hurriedly released the glans, spitting out his penis. Immediately, a pool of thick liquid flowed out, making Huani gag. She grabbed a towel and wiped herself haphazardly.
The drunkard watched, a strange satisfaction on his face. Huani's tired face, filled with shame at being fooled, jumped off the earthen bed, threw the towel into the basin, and was about to wash it when she suddenly froze in shock. There were specks of blood on the white towel.
"Blood! My husband's penis is bleeding! My husband is sick!"
She wondered what strange illness her drunken husband had contracted. To be continued...

2.

Qing Ping Yue. A widow
, poor and without fortune, a lowly person, should not speak of wealth.
Where can one find happiness? Please go to Qiong Cang Lai Zhu.
Huan Ni starved herself to death, in exchange for a memorial archway.
The archway stood tall in the village, earning her father an official robe.
The first time, her alcoholic husband, drunk and wanton, ejaculated blood-stained semen
. He loved wine more than anything in his life, never without it from morning till night.
He'd drink a cup with gusto, then down two bowls with boundless energy. They'd clink glasses
, play drinking games, and then engage in a wild brawl. He'd urinate in his pants
, gushing out a torrent of urine.
Huan Ni never imagined she'd marry a husband so addicted to alcohol that everyone in the surrounding villages called him "the drunkard." On their wedding day, the groom, adorned in red and flowers, drank with the guests. Before the banquet was even finished and the guests were satisfied, her alcoholic husband collapsed, carried upside down into the bridal chamber, and tossed onto the hot earthen bed with a thud.
Peeking under the red veil, Hua Ni saw the groom lying motionless on his back on the earthen bed, reeking of alcohol, and soon began snoring loudly. As the banquet continued, the stove in the kitchen burned incessantly, and the temperature of the earthen bed, connected to the bridal chamber by the flue, rose higher and higher. Gradually, the bride smelled a pungent, fishy odor. Hua Ni exclaimed in alarm,
"Oh no, my husband is going to burn!" The bride couldn't wait for the groom to lift the veil; she threw it aside herself, hurriedly crawled to her drunken husband's side, grabbed his body, and shook him frantically:
"Wake up! Change your position, your back is going to burn!"
The drunkard remained motionless, as if dead. Hua Ni had no choice but to push him harder, feeling that although the groom was large, he was surprisingly light: this guy, so young, had his body burned to a crisp by the strong alcohol! Huani was not exaggerating. Those who habitually drink heavily invariably end up emaciated and frail. If they continue to drink without restraint, their bodies slowly atrophy, a condition commonly known as rickets.
With a slight effort, the bride easily turned the drunkard over. Whoosh—instantly, a wave of hot air hit Huani's face. Ignoring her initial shyness at the unfamiliarity, the bride immediately began to undress her drunkard husband. In the candlelight, his back, tanned a deep, dark red from the prolonged exposure to the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed). If Huani hadn't noticed in time and changed his position, on their wedding night, the drunken groom wouldn't have become a bride, but rather a piece of meat baked on the kang.
"What's going on?" Huani's palm suddenly touched something salty and damp. Looking closer, she saw that her alcoholic husband had actually wet himself.
"Husband," the bride said, holding her husband's wet, smelly trousers, a sense of foreboding washing over her:
"If you keep drinking like this, even if you don't die, you'll become paralyzed, and slowly die when your life force is exhausted!"
The bride's deduction wasn't without basis. Huani's cousin was also a notorious alcoholic. He had been incontinent for several years, and at thirty, he was already bedridden, his body withering away. As her aunt said, "Once his life force is exhausted, he'll be all set for life!"
"I'm thirsty!" Huani cried out as she undressed the alcoholic and tucked him in. Just as she was about to fall asleep, the alcoholic suddenly cried out.
"I'm thirsty! Water! Water! I want to drink water!"
"Coming, coming!" Huani hurriedly got off the kang (a heated brick bed), scooped up a ladle of cold water, and handed it to the drunkard. The drunkard stared with his red, drunken eyes, took the large wooden ladle with both hands, opened his mouth wide, and gulped it down like a cow.
"Cough, cough, cough," perhaps from drinking too quickly, or perhaps from gulping it down too hard, the drunkard suddenly coughed violently, then pushed away the water ladle and spat out a mouthful of sticky phlegm:
"Ah, I'm so thirsty, my throat is so tight and salty!"
"Oh dear," Hua Ni exclaimed, looking at the phlegm bubbles on the ground:
"Husband, you've gotten sick from drinking too much, there's blood in your phlegm!"
"It's alright," the groom wiped the water droplets from his lips and laughed dismissively:
"It's nothing serious, just an old problem, it flares up when I drink too much, I'll be fine after stopping for a few days!" After saying that, the drunkard husband gave his bride a knowing lewd grin, pulled Hua Ni into the quilt, and Hua Ni giggled:
"Look at you, so thin you're practically skin and bones, I never expected you to have so much strength!"
"Hehe," the drunkard husband finally sobered up a bit, and chuckled as he embraced his bride:
“Darling, although I look skinny and weak, I’m no less strong than anyone else, especially in this area,” the drunkard said, brazenly reaching his hand between Hua Ni’s legs.
“Fat pigs are fools, skinny horses are good breeds. I may be thin, but I’m very capable, darling, do you believe me?”
“Hehe,” Hua Ni also grabbed her drunkard husband’s penis.
“After drinking so much, are you still up for it?”
“I,” the drunkard husband said confidently, slamming Hua Ni down on top of him and flipping his penis onto his bride.
“You don’t know, the more I drink, the more I’m charged!”
Although he was so drunk he was cramping and coughing up blood, after the wedding, the drunkard husband not only didn’t stop drinking for a few days, but he became even more addicted. He drank every day, with every meal, and started drinking as soon as he opened his eyes every morning. The newlywed Hua Ni couldn’t persuade him too much, so she could only ask her mother-in-law for help with a pleading expression:
“My husband drinks too much. If this continues, he’ll ruin his health!”
"Sigh," the mother-in-law spread her hands, revealing a helpless expression:
"My good daughter-in-law, I didn't do good deeds in my past life, and I've accumulated such a bad karma. I must have owed him something in my past life to give birth to this troublesome child. When he was four years old, his aunt got married, and I took him to the wedding. At the banquet, all these aunts and uncles were teasing him, taking bites from one side and another, playing with him. As a result, they got my son drunk."
"Guess what? When we got home, my son cried and screamed, rolling around on the earthen bed. It was so hard to get him to sleep, but when he woke up the next day, he wanted to drink that horse urine. If I didn't give it to him, he cried, preferring to forgo breast milk rather than drink that horse urine. Sigh, I was at my wit's end, so I got a bottle, diluted it with water, and that's how I ended up drinking it. At such a young age, he'd become a heavy drinker. I tried to stop him from drinking, but it didn't work. This kid, without alcohol for a day, is like an opium addict without opium. He'd be so hungry he'd tear his clothes, pull his hair, overturn tables, smash bowls, and even…" At this point, the mother-in-law's face showed distress.
“Daughter-in-law, don’t laugh at me, but this unfilial son of mine, when he was really desperate, he started acting like a madman. He even… even… he was punching and kicking me right in front of me, trying to beat his own mother! Good heavens, daughter-in-law, tell me, isn’t this the karmic retribution from a past life? I’ve raised a beast! Judging by his posture, if I didn’t let him drink, his fists would have really landed on my face. His father died young, and I, a mere woman, can’t control him. What can I do? Sigh,” the mother-in-law sighed deeply.
“This wretched thing, let him drink however he wants. I don’t care anymore, I can’t control him. I’m completely at my wit’s end!”
“Sigh—,” after hearing her mother-in-law’s story, Huani was filled with remorse and also sighed deeply, muttering to herself:
"How could Father arrange such a marriage for his daughter! He only listened to the matchmaker's word, without even having someone properly investigate, and so hastily married her off to a drunkard. How will she live in the future?"
Since he's already become a drunkard, he's naturally at the level of a professional drinker. A qualified drunkard doesn't need any decent snacks: a cucumber, a dozen spiced peanuts, and half a block of tofu are enough to finish a large bowl of baijiu. When the cold winter comes, everything is sparse, and the dishes on the table are barely visible, but a professional drunkard doesn't care about that at all. A few hard, cold cabbage leaves are enough to satisfy him for a hearty drink. As for Huani's drunkard husband, the best verifiable record is: he drank a pound of erguotou with half an orange!
As the saying goes, "A woman follows her husband wherever he goes." Since her father chose a drunkard husband for her, Huani can only accept her fate. What else can she do? Who can she blame? If you have no one to blame, it's because you didn't do good deeds in your past life that you were born a woman in this life! Although Huani has never been to school, she knows about the Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Virtues, and she knows that women should respect their parents-in-law and serve their husbands. Since her husband enjoyed drinking, no matter how poor the family was, she had to try her best to prepare some dishes to accompany his alcohol, lest his body continue to wither away like this:
"Husband, you can't drink like this," Hua Ni said with heartache as she watched the drunkard chew a scallion and take a big gulp of wine. "Both wine and scallions are heating substances. If you add heat on top of heat, you'll ruin your stomach and intestines. Don't drink anymore. Let me cut this pig's ear for you, and then you can drink it with your wine."
The drunkard husband drank heartily when there were no dishes to accompany his wine, but who knew that his virtuous wife had prepared some snacks to go with it? The drunkard, who hadn't smelled meat all year, looked at the neatly cut pig's ear on the table and suddenly frowned, muttering like a picky customer:
"No, pig's ears aren't cut like this. They should be cut like this." The drunkard picked up a strip of meat and stuffed it into his mouth while frowning and saying:
"You didn't put all the seasonings in. What kind of taste is this!"
"You, you," the old woman next door exclaimed, puffing out a large smoke ring. She then tapped her pipe on her shoe and scolded her son,
"Zhang San won't eat dead children's flesh; it's all because his grandmother spoiled him! Ni, don't mind him. Let him drink however he wants. If he drinks himself to death, so be it. Just pretend I never raised this son!"
The drunkard seemed deaf to his mother's nagging. When Hua Ni brought him the pig's ears with more soy sauce, he still frowned unhappily:
"You're not mixing it right. You should add some chopped green onions—no, not chopped green onions, but chopped green onions!"
"Oh, my husband," Hua Ni finally gave up, pushing the plate away, too lazy to serve her drunkard husband anymore: "Spare me! I'm clumsy; I can't serve you properly!"
This drunkard was not only difficult to please in terms of food, but also even more unbearable for Hua Ni after bedtime. Look, the drunkard, completely out of it, had been drinking all day. Finally, having satisfied his craving, he shoved his large bowl aside, his ruddy head slumped against the wall, groaning and whimpering. He grabbed Huani, his reeking mouth sizzling with alcohol, and began groping and biting at his wife's face. This was the most difficult thing for Huani to handle.
Completely numbed by alcohol, the husband rolled around on Huani like a lump of mud, his heart filled with desire. But his little brother, too, was drunk, and no matter how much he urged him, his ruddy, round little head wouldn't lift. In desperation, the drunkard angrily grabbed his little brother and shoved it into his wife's crotch. Although it barely went in, before it even had a chance to move, its head lolled to the side and slipped out with a whoosh. No matter how much his brother struggled, the little head bounced around between his wife's legs, refusing to go where it should.
"Hey, you've had too much to drink," Huani shoved her drunken husband beneath her.
"If you can't do it, go to sleep. If you want to play, wait until dawn to sober up before playing again!"
"No way," the drunkard husband wouldn't give up until he'd achieved sexual satisfaction, just like he hadn't had his fill of alcohol. Since his little brother wouldn't cooperate, he had no choice but to trouble his wife. The drunkard rolled off his wife, straightened up, and said to her in a commanding tone,
"You get on top of me..."
The husband was like heaven, and the wife was like earth; how could the earth dare offend heaven? Hua Ni had no choice but to helplessly straddle the drunkard, grasp his equally limp little brother, and rub it back and forth, as if he were dead asleep, showing no reaction. Urged on by her drunkard husband, Hua Ni pressed her buttocks down, but instead of drawing his little brother into her body, she compressed the limp lump into a meat pie. Huani rolled over:
"Go to sleep, stop messing around!"
"No," the alcoholic husband stubbornly persisted like a disobedient child, grabbing his limp penis and saying:
"I've tried everything, but nothing works. Looks like I only have one last trick left. Come on, the same old thing, give me a blowjob!"
"Sigh, you're really a pain in the ass," in order to get rid of her alcoholic husband's entanglement as soon as possible, Huani had no choice but to lie down between the alcoholic's legs, take his limp penis into her mouth, and suck on it vigorously:
"Honey, you should drink less," Huani said while sucking, trying to persuade the alcoholic:
"You're covered in alcohol, even your penis smells like it's been soaked in alcohol, it's making my mouth numb!"
"Hahaha," the alcoholic was overjoyed to hear this. Under the stimulation of his wife's tongue, his body suddenly trembled, and his penis bounced up, throbbing happily in Huani's mouth. Huani tightly pressed her lips together, her throat gripping the slippery glans. But then her drunken husband grinned widely and roared, causing Huani to feel a sour taste in her throat. She hurriedly released the glans and spat out his penis. Immediately, a pool of thick liquid gushed out, making Huani gag. She grabbed a towel and wiped herself haphazardly.
The drunkard watched, a strange satisfaction spreading across his face. Huani, weary and ashamed of being fooled, jumped off the earthen bed, threw the towel into the basin, and was about to wash when she suddenly froze. The white towel was stained with blood:
"Blood! My husband's penis is bleeding! My husband is sick!"
What strange illness had her drunken husband contracted? To be continued... Chapter 3 of "The Martyr's Daughter" from the "

300

Women's Chronicles": A wicked county official seizes a concubine from a pharmacy;
Dr. Zhou dreams of a lewd woman
. A corpse is displayed in front of the pharmacy, and neighbors gather to make a scene.
Women weep, men curse, and if they don't pay, they sue.
The county official also joins the fun, his whip cracking loudly.
Fake medicine and rotten grass are scattered everywhere, and wives and concubines are used by others.
Dr. Zhou left the drunkard's house that morning, saying he was going back to his own shop to prepare medicine for the sick. Since Dr. Zhou left, the drunkard's mother sat under the big willow tree in front of the courtyard gate, looking and hoping, wishing Dr. Zhou would return quickly to give her son the elixir, both to alleviate his suffering and to preserve the lifeline of the family line.
The old woman watched the sun rise above the treetops, but still saw no sign of Dr. Zhou. She watched until the sun reached the western hills, and then she saw Dr. Zhou walking unsteadily from the foot of the western hills. The old lady finally yawned, her backside aching from sitting too long, and stretched her sore legs. With a forced smile on her face, she went to greet him from afar:
"Mr. Zhou, you've been busy from midnight until dark. You must be exhausted!"
"Alas," Dr. Zhou sighed. In the moonlight, the old lady noticed that Dr. Zhou looked haggard and dejected. She felt even more embarrassed: This doctor is indeed dedicated. He's been running around for my son's illness, and he's so tired that he has no energy left.
Doctor Zhou sighed but didn't say a word. He silently went into the house, placed his medicine box on the earthen bed, and took out two paper packets:
"Here, old lady, the medicine is ready. Quickly, brew it for your son and daughter-in-law!"
"Thank you, sir," the old lady said, taking the packets with both hands and turning to go to the kitchen. Suddenly, she remembered something:
"Sir, didn't you say that special utensils are needed for brewing medicine? Don't you have all these utensils in your shop? Why didn't you brew it there before bringing it to my son?"
"Sigh," Doctor Zhou sighed again, wiping the sweat from his brow, and said impatiently:
"When I rushed back to the pharmacy, my wife told me that a friend was sick and wanted to borrow my medicine-brewing utensils, so my wife lent them to him. Old lady, it's alright. I've already added special ingredients to the medicine; it can be brewed into a proper decoction in an ordinary iron pot!"
"That's good then," the old lady nodded, pondered for a moment, and then asked the doctor:
"What? My daughter-in-law isn't bleeding or anything, why does she need medicine?"
"Your daughter-in-law has too much yin energy. During intercourse, she especially absorbs your son's yang energy. Over time, she's drained his essence and blood, causing his genitals to bleed. So, I specially prescribed medicine for your daughter-in-law to reduce the yin energy in her body. This medicine is free!"
"Thank you," the old lady glanced at the two paper packets again:
"Sir, which packet is for my daughter-in-law?"
"This one," Dr. Zhou said, pulling on the red string binding the packet.
"This medicine tied with red string is for your daughter-in-law. Remember it, don't get it wrong! Alright, go and brew the medicine. I need to rest for a while. Once it's ready, don't wake me. Just let them take it themselves! I'll check on their symptoms when I wake up! Sigh, so tired..."
Before he could finish speaking, Dr. Zhou slumped to the ground with a thud on the earthen bed next to the old lady's, separated from the drunkard's by a wall. His beady eyes peered through the crack in the door at Hua Ni, who was helping the old lady brew the medicine in the kitchen: Goodness, this drunkard is quite lucky with women. The young lady he married is really beautiful. Slender waist, fair skin, kind eyes, so lovable!
As Dr. Zhou stared intently at Hua Ni, a sudden, overwhelming fatigue washed over him. He shifted his body, rubbed his eyes, and despite being incredibly sleepy, his vision blurred, the unscrupulous doctor couldn't fall asleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, the scene that had unfolded that morning in the pharmacy flashed before his eyes like a movie:
"Ah—!" Dr. Zhou cried out, sitting bolt upright. The old lady, who was in the kitchen instructing Hua Ni to light a fire and brew medicine, rushed over upon hearing the cry, asking with concern,
"Sir, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, it's nothing," Dr. Zhou stammered, realizing he had overreacted.
"It's nothing, I just have nightmares when I'm tired. It's alright, you go on with your work!" With the old woman gone, Zhou Langzhong, to avoid reliving the nightmare, pulled the old woman's quilt over his head. However, in his hazy, dreamlike state, severely agitated, Zhou Langzhong involuntarily returned to the nightmare of the morning.
Meanwhile, Zhou Langzhong, carrying the old woman's money, excitedly returned to the pharmacy. As he approached, he suddenly noticed a commotion in front of the pharmacy, with many idle people gathered around. Zhou Langzhong was astonished. Looking closely, he saw that the pharmacy's once-perfect signboard was now covered with a large white cloth, and a large coffin sat in front of the pharmacy. It turned out that the deceased's family had indeed come to mourn.
Zhou Langzhong broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly hid in a small alley, his withered body pressed tightly against the wall, his eyes secretly glancing towards his own pharmacy.
The mourners were all dressed in mourning clothes; women wailed and wept as they carried the coffin, while men in front of the pharmacy either cursed and hurled insults at Zhou Langzhong, calling him a quack and advising everyone never to see him again. Zhou Langzhong was greatly annoyed: "It's over. My reputation, built up over so many years, is completely ruined today. My name is now utterly tarnished; it'll stink for miles around. It seems I'll never be able to make a living here again."
"You, surnamed Zhou, get out here! Don't cower under the covers like a turtle! A man should be responsible for his actions!"
"You, surnamed Zhou, if you obediently hand over the silver and send my father off with the highest honors, we'll spare you. Otherwise, we'll meet in the courtroom."
"...
The commotion was still going strong, and Heaven seemed to think it wasn't exciting enough. The sound of hooves echoed through the street. Looking in the direction of the sound, good heavens saw the county clerk riding a tall horse to join the commotion in front of the pharmacy:
'Hey, what's going on here? What are you all doing? Get out of the way! I have very important business with that Zhou fellow. Get out of here, get out of the way!' The clerk brandished his whip, scattering the onlookers. Just as he was about to spur his horse forward, he stared at the large coffin before him and froze:
'What's going on? Is that Zhou fellow dead?'" “Sir, ”
the men making the commotion recognized him as the county constable, whose job was to carry an arrest warrant issued by the county magistrate and be ordered to arrest criminal suspects. This official was very fierce, and no one dared to offend him. They could only bow and step forward, briefly explaining the situation. The constable grunted and stroked his beard,
saying, “So, this bastard surnamed Zhou must be hiding. Damn it,” the county official jumped off his horse and stormed into the pharmacy, cursing,
“Zhou, you can’t hide forever. You think you can get away with hiding and not pay your debts? I’m taking all these herbs home today. If you don’t redeem them, I’ll sell them for cash!” "
But the county clerk rummaged through the pharmacy, finding nothing of value. No wonder, how could Physician Zhou bear to use expensive ingredients to prepare medicine for his patients? Wouldn't that reduce profits and earn less silver? Don't be fooled by Physician Zhou's eloquent pronouncements to the old lady: pearls, borneol, bezoar, dog gallstones, menthol, musk, and so on, reciting them like a familiar string of treasures, yet there wasn't a single medicine on the shelf.
The clerk flew into a rage, kicking over the medicine shelf with a deafening crash. From the bedroom came the screams of Physician Zhou's wives and concubines. Upon hearing this, a lewd grin spread across the clerk's furious face:
'Damn it, you surnamed Zhou, since you have no money to pay your debt, I'll take your wife home and sleep with her for a few nights. If you don't pay to redeem her, I won't return her. As for your wife, I didn't sleep with her for nothing; consider it interest on that thirty taels of silver!'" "
The county clerk acted immediately, kicking open the door to Dr. Zhou's bedroom and first dragging out Dr. Zhou's principal wife:
"Damn it, she's too ugly and too old." Looking at his old and sallow wife, the county clerk lost all interest and shoved her back with a thud. He then pulled over Dr. Zhou's concubine:
"Hmm, this one is alright. Although she's not very pretty, she's still a young and tender girl. Come on, let's go back to the mansion!" "With that, the burly county official lightly lifted his arm, tucked Zhou Langzhong's concubine under his arm, and walked with great satisfaction to his mount.
Zhou Langzhong, hiding in the shadows, watched this, his heart aching as if cut by a knife. He cried out in agony, cursing bitterly, 'Damn it, you know your stuff! That's a virgin I bought for twenty taels of silver! She's only sixteen this year, how could I not take advantage of her?'
But no matter how much it pained Zhou Langzhong, no matter how reluctant he was, he dared not stop him. He knew the county official was more ferocious than a tiger when he acted tyrannically. He could only watch helplessly as the official placed his beloved concubine on the horse's back and galloped away.
Seeing that the county official had used Zhou Langzhong's concubine as collateral, the men at the funeral followed suit, simply carrying Zhou Langzhong's wife..."
"Come on, come home with us. Although you're old and ugly, you can still be a maid. If your husband won't redeem you, you can cook and do laundry for us forever!"
In just one morning, Physician Zhou was bankrupt. His wives and concubines were divided up, and his pharmacy was smashed. After the mourners carried away his first wife, the onlookers dispersed, gossiping. The sun gradually dimmed, and Physician Zhou sneaked into the dilapidated pharmacy. Looking at the overturned shelves, Physician Zhou's nose stung, and he squeezed out a few pitiful tears:
"Alas, I brought this on myself. Who can I blame?" Dr.
Zhou wiped away his tears and bent down to pick up the herbs scattered all over the ground by the county official. The silver in his pocket bumped against the unfortunate man's chest, and Dr. Zhou suddenly remembered that he still had a considerable amount of silver in his pocket: "Look how scared I was! I forgot all about the silver in my pocket! This fool! Why didn't I take out the silver to pay off the county official and save my concubine?"
The thought immediately crossed his mind, but Dr. Zhou immediately dismissed it: "No, even if the county official is dealt with, there's still the wealthy man!
Besides, the pharmacy has been vandalized..." "In this state, without some money, it's difficult to reopen. Most importantly, my reputation here is completely ruined; I'll never be able to make a living again." "Damn it," Zhou Langzhong gritted his teeth, "a person thrives when they move, a tree dies when it's transplanted. Where can't one be buried?" With these few dozen taels of silver, I could set up a pharmacy in another place. Why must I stubbornly stay here?
Thinking this, Zhou Langzhong gathered a few sets of clean clothes and was about to slip away under the cover of night when, looking at the cheap herbs scattered on the ground, an idea suddenly struck him:
"Why not go all the way? This drunkard's money is too easy to swindle. These herbs are already wasted anyway; why not just concoct a few doses of herbal medicine for him, and then swindle some more money from him? If possible, I'll even kidnap his wife!" "
Upon having this thought, Physician Zhou was overjoyed. He immediately squatted down, gathered the scattered herbs together, chopped them up, mashed them, mixed them well, and then neatly packaged them. After doing all this, Physician Zhou felt that something was still missing:"
"Hmm, I almost forgot, I should also prepare some medicine for the drunkard's wife, coax her to drink it, and tonight I can... hehe... hehe,"
Thinking of the drunkard's wife, Hua Ni, Mr. Zhou couldn't help but let out a lewd chuckle in his sleep, his penis throbbing and bulging. Dr. Zhou turned to the side and saw Hua Ni in the kitchen, holding a bowl of the prepared medicine, tilting her head back and gulping it down. Dr. Zhou was extremely pleased: Haha, the little wench has fallen for it!
Dr. Zhou watched Hua Ni drink the sleeping potion without blinking, his lust suddenly swelling. Right in front of Hua Ni, he boldly unzipped his pants, pulled out his dark, hairy penis, and began to rub and manipulate it while grinning and moving closer to Hua Ni:
"Beauty, hehe, beauty, come here, have some fun with me!"
Seeing Dr. Zhou's erect penis, Hua Ni's pretty face flushed crimson. She threw the medicine bowl on the stove and turned to run away, but Dr. Zhou wouldn't let her go. He grabbed Hua Ni's sleeve: "
My beauty, you can't escape now! The medicine is about to take effect, and you won't be able to resist!"
As he spoke, the medicine indeed took effect. Hua Ni closed her eyes, her body went limp, and she obediently collapsed into Dr. Zhou's arms.
Dr. Zhou was overjoyed. He moved Hua Ni to a small earthen bed above the stove in the kitchen. This bed was usually reserved for cooks, servants, or household staff. The drunkard was poor and couldn't afford a cook, so it became Hua Ni's resting place. Now, Dr. Zhou moved Hua Ni to the small heated bed, embracing the unconscious young woman. His joy, excitement, and thrill were indescribable.
The physician, Zhou, was busy fiddling with her hair, touching her face, kissing her lips, nibbling at her neck, pinching her nipples, kissing her breasts, licking her pubic hair, scratching her thighs, swallowing hard, and moistening his tongue. He was so busy he forgot his own name.
"You audacious quack! You've abused your position to not only swindle money but also to molest and defile women! I, by order of the magistrate, have come to arrest you!"
Just as Zhou was enjoying his kiss with Hua Ni, a thunderclap suddenly boomed overhead. The magistrate appeared menacingly before the lecher. Zhou cried out, shoving Hua Ni aside and trying to escape. But the magistrate stretched out his hand:
"You rogue, where do you think you're going? You're now implicated and defiled! Come with me to see the magistrate!"
Whether Zhou could escape this ordeal remains to be seen. To be continued... Chapter 5 of "The Martyr's Tale" from the

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-pricking and fire-burning exercises to practice qigong; nine out of ten quacks are witches.
They spout nonsense and cause
disaster; they paint ghost talismans with affected airs. They fabricate stories to sow discord, turning enemies
into estrangers. Adulterous women swindle money, then escape with beautiful women.
Now, Physician Zhou uses anesthesia to lure and rape Hua Ni, then exploits her fear of being exposed, coercing her into eloping with him and becoming his woman forever. But Hua Ni is determined, vowing to die rather than submit to the old lecher. Helpless, Dr. Zhou watched as the drunkard's penis stopped bleeding. He had no reason to stay at the drunkard's house any longer. Besides, the villain dared not push the young woman who had suffered so much humiliation and abuse too far. The old man understood the principle of knowing when to stop and not pursuing a cornered enemy. Once he had driven Hua Ni to the edge of a cliff with no way out, even a cornered dog would jump over a wall, and a trapped beast would make a last-ditch struggle.
"My lady," Zhou the Physician shamelessly addressed Hua Ni as his wife, "if you really won't come with me, then you must agree to one condition, and I'll drop this request!"
"My goodness, what do you want me to agree to?!" Looking at this rogue before her, Hua Ni slapped her thigh in frustration. "You stinking mosquito, you still dare to bite me! You shameless wretch, you push your luck! If you force me any further, I'll kill myself! It's come to this anyway, you're shameless, so I'm shameless too!"
For the past ten days, Zhou the Physician, under the pretext of treating the drunkard, had stayed at the drunkard's house all day, using various methods—either to confuse the drunkard or to send the old woman away—before coaxing and harassing Hua Ni onto the earthen bed, raping her wantonly. Every time she recalled it, Hua Ni felt both ashamed and furious, her heart breaking with grief. And the scoundrel wouldn't let Hua Ni go; now, Zhou the Physician opened his foul mouth again, proposing yet another unacceptable condition. Huani could no longer bear it. She angrily grabbed a pair of scissors and pointed them at her own neck: "If you force me any further, I'll kill myself right now!"
"No, no, don't get agitated!" Doctor Zhou hurriedly stopped her: "Calm down, calm down," he said, snatching the scissors from Huani's hand. "Don't be like this, my wife. My conditions are actually very simple. Let's get straight to the point. Since you refuse to come with me even if it means death, and I love you so much, I really don't know how I'd live without you. Besides, without a woman, I've lost all interest in life. So, my wife, if you agree to pay for a concubine for me, I'll... I'll let you go, disappear from your sight forever, and never bother you again. Thank you, how about it? My wife, my conditions aren't unreasonable, are they? They're quite reasonable, aren't they? This is only human nature. The life of a bachelor is so unbearable; those who haven't experienced it will never understand..."
“Alright, alright,” Hua Ni interrupted Zhou Langzhong, “I understand what you mean. Wait for me a moment.” Hua Ni turned and left. A short while later, she returned silently to Zhou Langzhong, carrying an embroidered pouch and with tears welling in her eyes. She tossed the pouch in front of the old villain: “Here, this is some savings I made when I was a young woman, along with the betrothal gifts and jewelry from my future in-laws. Take it out and use it to buy a concubine. From now on, don’t bother me anymore. Otherwise, if you force me again,” Hua Ni warned through gritted teeth, “if you don’t want me to be well, if you want to ruin my reputation, I, I will fight to the death and expose our affair. I won’t get anything good, and you won’t have a good end either…”
“Okay, okay,” Zhou Langzhong hurriedly put away the embroidered pouch, “I’m leaving, I’m leaving. I’ll disappear from your sight right now.”
"You, Zhou!" Hua Ni cursed at the retreating figure of Doctor Zhou, "I'll never forget you! Even as a vengeful ghost, you'll be the first one I come for!"
"Hehe," Doctor Zhou turned around, looking at the young woman he'd teased, and grinned, "Thank you, thank you. Since we can't be husband and wife in life, I'd be very willing to sleep with you in the afterlife!"
"Get out, you scoundrel!" Hua Ni cursed viciously. Doctor Zhou stuck out his tongue, slung his tattered medicine chest over his shoulder, stuck his tongue out at Hua Ni again, and grumbled as he walked away. However, at dusk, Doctor Zhou returned with his tattered medicine chest. Hua Ni was furious. She was about to rush out of the house and give Doctor Zhou a good scolding, but Doctor Zhou didn't go inside. Instead, he went straight to his mother-in-law, who was gathering firewood in the yard. In the twilight, she saw Doctor Zhou whispering something in the old woman's ear. Hua Ni cursed helplessly and turned to hide in the kitchen.
In the courtyard, Dr. Zhou exchanged some perfunctory pleasantries with the old lady, then leaned close to her ear and whispered with ulterior motives, "Grandma, I left in a hurry earlier and forgot to tell you some things, so I had to come back!"
"Oh, Dr. Zhou, you're so responsible! My son's illness is all thanks to you!" The old lady, completely unaware of what was going on, thanked Dr. Zhou profusely, her gratitude overflowing. Dr. Zhou cleared his throat, gave the old lady some trivial instructions, then his beady eyes darted around the main room, and he lowered his voice as much as possible: "Grandma, there's something else I've been keeping to myself, and I don't know if I should say it!"
"My benefactor," the old lady said, no longer wary of Dr. Zhou, "For the past ten days or so, Dr. Zhou has gone to great lengths to cure my son's illness, running around tirelessly, getting up early and going to bed late. Dr. Zhou's kindness to my family is truly boundless. Please, just tell me what's on your mind!"
"Old lady, your son's illness may have been cured this time, but it will relapse soon!"
"Why is that?"
"Because, because," Doctor Zhou hesitated, then became cryptic, falling silent. The old lady grew even more anxious: "Sir, as long as it's for my son's good, I won't care what you say!"
"Alright then, I'll risk offending you, old lady. I'm just too outspoken; I can't keep anything to myself. If I don't get it out, it's like having phlegm stuck in my throat. Hmm, hmm, old lady, it's like this," Doctor Zhou cleared his throat, glancing furtively around the main room, and whispered to the old lady, "Forgive my bluntness, but after observing for the past ten days or so, I've discovered that your daughter-in-law carries an evil aura!..."
"Ah, this," the old woman was stunned. Although she kept moving her dry lips, she couldn't utter a word. "This, this, this..." Zhou the Physician seized the opportunity to continue his deception, "Old woman, I've lived for decades, traveled all over the country, and seen a lot. Nothing can escape my discerning eyes. From the moment I entered your house, I smelled an eerie aura. I was stunned. I searched around and found that the eerie aura was elusive, sometimes swirling around the roof beams, sometimes leaping onto the kang (heated brick bed), and more often than not, it was attached to your daughter-in-law."
"So," the old woman finally stopped trembling and believed Zhou the Physician's lies. She muttered to herself, "My son's illness was caused by this eerie aura?"
"It's not just from the smoke, but," Zhou Langzhong continued, scaring the old woman half to death, "the demonic energy can not only make people seriously ill, but every night, the demonic energy transforms into a monster that possesses your daughter-in-law. When your son and daughter-in-law have sex, the monster takes the opportunity to suck your son's essence. The reason your son's penis is bleeding is because of the monster sucking it. Moreover, your son's essence has been almost completely sucked away by the monster. If you don't find a way to exorcise the monster, your son will sooner or later have all his essence sucked away, leaving only an empty shell, before he kicks his own bucket and leaves this world!"
"Really?" The old woman trembled again, and amidst Zhou Langzhong's incessant muttering, she suddenly ran madly towards the main room. Even the doctor was confused: "What does she want to do? Go find her daughter-in-law to discuss her fate?"
The old lady did not cause trouble for her daughter-in-law, but simply and clearly conveyed the doctor's words to her son. Upon hearing this, the drunkard trembled all over, and the wine cup in his hand involuntarily tilted to the side, spilling wine all over the kang (a heated brick bed). The old woman, distraught, clutched her son's arm, shaking it repeatedly. "Son, tell me honestly, did your wife really suck your blood?"
"Yes, she did," the drunkard stammered, his fond memories of Hua Ni performing oral sex on him vanishing, his manhood throbbing again. "She sucked it! She sucks it every day!"
"My God!" the old woman cried, slapping her thigh in desperation. Finally, she ran out of the main room and pleaded with Doctor Zhou, "My benefactor, please save him completely!"
"But," Doctor Zhou hesitated, "if the demon isn't eliminated, even the best elixirs will be useless!"
"I, I," the old woman said through gritted teeth, "I, I, I'll send her home."
"Most demons have cultivated for many years, possessing great supernatural powers and able to travel thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. If you send her home, it would be incredibly easy for her to return at night and continue sucking your son's blood!"
"I, I," the old woman stammered, her plan failing. Then she hatched another scheme: "Sir, prepare me some poison, I'll kill her!"
"Old lady, your daughter-in-law is possessed by a demon. Poison will only kill her, while the demon has already escaped and is now wreaking havoc in someone else's body! Besides, poisoning your daughter-in-law would be breaking the law..."
"I don't care! That demon can go wherever it wants, as long as it doesn't come back to suck my son's blood. I, this old lady, am not afraid of breaking the law. I'm willing to pay with my life!"
"Wow, what a great mother!" The doctor glanced at the old woman. The old villain had no intention of poisoning Huani; he had other plans. So, the doctor feigned flattery: "Old lady, for your son, you dare to sacrifice everything, even..."

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