[Urban] Sorghum Fields Wet with Dew (Complete) - 1-3

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[Synopsis] He couldn't tell if playing with his enemy's women brought him pleasure or served as a way to vent his hatred. But he wouldn't let a single one go! While the leaders led the women and wives of the team to work in the sorghum fields, he sneaked into their homes to work as well. Working was also a form of revenge. Yang Leiluo finally figured it out: the leaders' women were very good at work... It was an era where kinship, love, and friendship were all distorted. And what distorted these was the perverted desire hidden beneath a veneer of respectability. But as a new era arrived, Yang Leiluo finally understood that powerful growth would be the key to conquering everything...

Chapter 1: The Restless Jiapigou Jiapigou

, in a sense, is a village; in a sense, it's a town. At the end of a branch of the Changbai Mountains, it's a narrow strip of land between two small mountains.

The name Jiapigou easily evokes wicked thoughts, but these thoughts seem to have some basis in reality. Firstly, the terrain here bears a striking resemblance to a woman's ravine, and there's a river at the bottom called "Moon River," with a large pond at the mouth called "Bewitching Pond." This coincidence and resemblance miraculously mirrors the structure of a woman's ravine. Secondly, the men and women here are said to be very restless, engaging in sexual activity even in broad daylight. The root cause is believed to be a strange ailment among the women: vulvar itching. No medicine can cure this embarrassing condition; relief is only provided by male sexual intercourse. It's said that the women contract this disease from men, but the source of the infection remains a mystery.

Men accuse the women of being promiscuous, while the women blame the men for their misdeeds, but the truth remains unclear. Finally, it seems the culprit has been identified: the soil here is too pungent—the pungent soil breeds the ailment!

There are many places in Northeast China called "Jiapi Gully," so please don't make a connection; it's certainly not the Jiapi Gully from the novel *Tracks in the Snowy Forest*!

The real Jiapigou should be this small mountain village called "Jiapigou". Things in Jiapigou were already quite turbulent, but then it was further agitated by that turbulent era of moral decay and twisted desires in the north. One sweltering summer morning,

"Bang—bang—bang—"

A deep, ancient bell hanging from a large tree at the village entrance rang out. Then, the diligent village women opened their courtyard gates, and the men stretched and yawned as they emerged from their houses. At that moment, the booming voice of the production team leader, Xin Erga, echoed through the village: "Yang Lengzi, you lead the first group to fertilize the cornfield at the south end of the village. Qu Daniu, you lead the 'four categories of elements' to spray pesticides on the soybeans in Beiwa. All the women, come with me to weed the sorghum fields on the west hill..."

Instantly, the sounds of footsteps, the clanging of farm tools, the crowing of roosters, the barking of dogs, and the flirtatious banter between young men and women filled the streets and alleys.

The gate to Yang Beian's courtyard was still closed; the morning's hustle and bustle of the production team at work had almost no bearing on the secretary's family. But wisps of smoke were already rising from the chimney atop the thatched house on the hillside.

White steam billowed from the wooden pot lid on the stove in the outer room. Yao Lijuan, the woman of the house wearing a floral apron, was busy preparing breakfast for her family. Thirty-nine-year-old Yao Lijuan, though a mother of three, possessed the graceful figure and captivating beauty of a thirty-year-old woman. Perhaps this was related to her profession as a teacher, which had spared her the hardships of the women in the production team. Her fair skin was almost wrinkle-free, and her large eyes still held the youthful, bright charm of a young woman.

It was Sunday, a day off from school, and the children were at school. She had gotten up a little later than usual, but her breakfast-making movements were remarkably skillful and efficient, proving herself to be a clever and diligent housewife. Yao Lijuan had already stuck the cornbread into the pan and was peeling potatoes, preparing to make a pot of potato soup.

The door to the east room opened, and Cui Huahua, the widowed wife of her brother-in-law, came out. Cui Huahua, in her early twenties, was a strikingly beautiful young woman, of medium height, with a slender waist and shapely hips. Her breasts, like two small mountains, almost burst out of her shirt; a woman breastfeeding her child has the fullest breasts of her life. Although Cui Huahua's oval face wasn't particularly fair, a rosy blush always highlighted the beautiful charm of a young woman, especially her almond-shaped eyes, which were exceptionally captivating. Although they lived in the same house, she and Yao Lijuan's family used to live separately, sharing meals and meals. After Cui Huahua's husband, Yang Bei, died, Secretary Yang and Yao Lijuan had arranged for her to eat with them, living as a family. Because Cui Huahua's child was less than a year old and the child was quite unruly, Yao Lijuan often did the cooking, which made Cui Huahua feel very guilty. She would always try to do some housework when the child wasn't crying.

Seeing that her sister-in-law Yao Lijuan was almost finished preparing breakfast, Cui Huahua said apologetically, "Sister-in-law, let me cook. You go inside and wash your face and get ready!"

Yao Lijuan genuinely sympathized with this poor woman who had lost her husband less than a year into her marriage. She never complained about doing more housework, nor did she mind that she and her husband were supporting Cui Huahua, who didn't earn any work points. Seeing Cui Huahua come out to help again with a guilty look, Yao Lijuan smiled and said, "Huahua, you don't need to. I'm almost done. It's Sunday today, no rush. You should take care of the child!"

Just as Cui Huahua was about to grab the potato-peeling knife from Yao Lijuan's hand, the baby in the east room started crying loudly. Helpless, Cui Huahua had to go back to the east room to soothe the child.

Yang Beian, the brigade secretary, walked out of the inner room with a gloomy expression. While tidying his blue Lenin suit, he said to Yao Lijuan, "I'm not going to eat breakfast. I need to rush to the town for a meeting!"

Yang Beian was a forty-year-old man, tall and thin, with sharp and deep eyes.

Yao Lijuan stopped peeling potatoes and asked with suspicion and concern, "Why are you at another meeting? Didn't you already go to the town meeting yesterday?"

Yang Beian frowned, his face clouded with worry, and said, "Every day they convey and study the spirit of the higher-ups. I can feel the storm brewing. Didn't you hear anything at school?"

Yao Lijuan's beautiful eyes also held a gloomy look, and she said, "Of course I know some things. I read the latest newspaper yesterday. Beijing is carrying out a vigorous revolution, saying it's 'bombarding the bourgeois headquarters.' Some provinces and cities have also started to move. Red Guards are connecting, students are rebelling, and they say they've dragged out many counter-revolutionaries. The most frightening thing is that it's said that local party committees at all levels have become 'bourgeois headquarters,' and local cadres are being labeled 'capitalist power holders,' criticized and denounced. Some teachers have also been criticized as 'reactionary academic authorities,' 'stinking intellectuals.' It's said to be very chaotic. I wonder if it will be the same here?"

Yang Beian sighed and said, "Do you think you can escape? In every movement over the years, which corner can escape?"

“Is our place really that remote? Maybe we’ve been overlooked!”

Yao Lijuan, being a woman, always clung to a sliver of hope.

Yang Beian shook his head and said, “Don’t fantasize about escaping. I heard the Red Guards have already reached our county town, and things are in chaos. Students are even stopping classes and protesting. Perhaps they’ll reach the town soon. The constant meetings in town are a sign. Maybe some key figures in the town have already received orders and are secretly plotting something. These past two days, Secretary Mou’s wife, Liu Guizhi, has been acting suspiciously, constantly trying to conspire with our brigade leader, Qu Haishan. They always keep their conversations from me. I have a feeling a storm is coming!”

Mentioning Brigade Leader Qu Haishan made Yao Lijuan’s heart tighten. Qu Haishan was like a lurking beast, always in danger of devouring her, just like the terrifying attempted rape she suffered seventeen years ago. A premonition clouded Yao Lijuan's heart. She looked up at Yang Beian and warned, "We can't do anything about the political movements above, but you must be wary of that scoundrel Qu Haishan. Every time a movement comes, he'll go to great lengths to frame you! Over the years, he's held a grudge against me for not marrying him!"

Although Yang Beian was also filled with gloom, he still comforted Yao Lijuan, saying, "It's alright, don't overthink it. We've been through all kinds of movements, big and small. We're loyal to the Party, and we're upright cadres. What's there to be afraid of?"

Yao Lijuan nodded and said, "Anyway, be careful. Today I'm going to my uncle's place in town to find out what's going on and see what's happening in the county, so I'll be aware of the situation!"

Yang Beian hummed in agreement, neither supporting nor opposing, and went out.

After preparing a pot of potato soup, Yao Lijuan went to the inner room to call the children to eat. This was a four-room thatched house. The stove and kitchen took up one room, Cui Huahua lived in one room on the east side, Yang Beian's family lived in two rooms on the west side, the three children lived in the inner suite, and the outer room was the living room for Yang Beian and Yao Lijuan.

Yao Lijuan lifted the curtain of the inner room and began to call the children to get up. "Leiluo, get up! Xiaorui, get up! Leisen, get up! The sun is already high in the sky!"

Fourteen-year-old Yang Rui and twelve-year-old Yang Leisen obediently got up from the kang (heated brick bed) and began to rub their eyes to wash their faces. Only sixteen-year-old Yang Leiluo was still lying on the kang.

Yao Lijuan placed the cornbread and potato soup on the table. Yang Rui, Yang Leisen, and their aunt Cui Huahua were already seated at the table. Cui Huahua's gaze was fixed on the curtain leading to the inner room; she seemed to be hoping to see Yang Leiluo. Seeing that Yang Leiluo hadn't come out for a while, she asked Yao Lijuan, "Why hasn't Da Lei come out to eat yet?"

Yao Lijuan hurriedly went to the inner room and saw Yang Leiluo still sleeping on the kang (heated brick bed) wearing only a pair of shorts. Although Yang Leiluo was only sixteen years old, he was extremely well-developed. His strong physique was as tall and robust as a young adult man's. Especially when he was asleep, the high tent bulging in his crotch suggested a magnificent sight, fully displaying the powerful and vigorous morning erection of a strong, adult man.

Yao Lijuan started shaking Yang Leiluo's strong shoulders, calling out, "Da Lei, get up! Your sister and brother are up, why are you still lying on the kang!"

Da Lei was Yang Leiluo's nickname; his name was Da Lei, and his younger brother, Yang Leisen, was called Er Lei.

Yang Leiluo finally opened his sleepy eyes, rubbing them, and mumbled, "Mom, it's Sunday, no school today, just let me sleep a little longer!"

"You still need to eat even if you don't go to school!"

"I don't want to eat, I just want to sleep. I'll eat lunch with everyone!"

Yang Leiluo still blinked with his eyes half-closed.

"Da Lei, I'm taking Er Lei and Xiao Rui to the county town later to your uncle's house, and we'll buy you some pens and notebooks. Are you coming?"

Yao Lijuan reminded him again.

Yang Leiluo said resolutely with his eyes closed, "I'm not going. You take them, I'll continue sleeping!"

"Then go ahead and sleep, it would be best if you slept all day!"

Yao Lijuan said reproachfully, without forcing him to get up, and went to the outer room to eat.

Yang Leiluo always lingered on the kang (a heated brick bed) to sleep in a little longer every Sunday. Except for Sundays, he had to get up when the production team's big iron bell rang. Today, he woke up reflexively when the bell rang, but upon opening his eyes and realizing it was Sunday, he closed them again. His mother called him just as he was soundly going back to sleep. But after his mother's wake-up call, although his eyes were closed, he could hardly fall back asleep; he could still vaguely hear the noises from the outer room.

Later, it seemed his mother had taken Xiaorui and Erlei out, and he heard his aunt Cui Huahua clearing the dishes. After that, there was no more noise from the outer room, but he could vaguely hear his aunt's sweet voice soothing a child in the east room. For some reason, every time he heard any sound from his aunt, he felt a longing and excitement. He even wondered if his aunt would come to his room later.

A young man's feelings are always so inexplicable; it seemed his aunt's presence had become a warm hope in his spirit. Afterwards, Yang Leiluo fell asleep again in a reverie. He didn't know how much time had passed when he was awakened by the urge to urinate. It seemed he'd been holding it in for a long time, making his already enormous member swell like a rolling pin. He was startled; how could it be so big and hard?

It felt like the bladder was about to burst open. He jolted awake, scrambled to his feet, and ran outside in his shorts. His family's outhouse was in the northeast corner of the back, made of adobe bricks, with a small entrance.

Yang Leiluo, still wide awake and desperately needing to urinate, pulled out his massive member from a distance and stumbled into the outhouse, still half-asleep.

When he entered, his eyes weren't fully open. He cupped his member in his hands, ready to release it, but suddenly he felt the head of his penis pressing against something soft and hot. He opened his eyes wide in shock and cried out. His penis was pressed against the cheek of a woman squatting in the outhouse, but at that moment, it seemed about to burst forth.

Just as he was panicking and at a loss, his hard and erect penis was grasped by the woman's warm little hand. (This book will definitely be no less than 1 million words, with 400,000 words currently in reserve. After it is published, it will be 8,000 to 10,000 words per day. Please feel free to collect it!

Chapter 2: The Woman's Strange Illness

The woman squatting in the outhouse to urinate was none other than Yang Leiluo's aunt, Cui Huahua.) In fact, Cui Huahua wasn't entirely urinating; she was using the guise of urination to secretly stimulate herself with her fingers. This masturbation wasn't because she was lonely and needed a man, but because she had recently contracted a strange ailment: an unbearable itching in her vagina, specifically deep within the vagina, where even inserting her fingers only barely reached the affected area, requiring considerable effort and failing to completely relieve the itch.

This strange ailment was quite common; many women in Jiapigou Village suffered from it. It could be said that almost nine out of ten married women had it. Unmarried young women, however, rarely had it. If a young woman did have it, it was considered unchaste, indicating she had already had sexual relations with a man. This ailment had been prevalent in Jiapigou Village for an unknown period. It's said to have been prevalent since before the liberation. While it's called a strange disease, there's really nothing strange about it. In recent years, some women have gone to large hospitals, and the diagnosis is simply vulvar pruritus, just a common gynecological condition. The strange thing is, this seemingly ordinary gynecological disease has never been truly cured. Once a woman has this disease, she becomes restless and can't help but scratch with her fingers, but this only provides temporary relief. Women with this disease crave sex, because only the impact of a man's erection is the best way to relieve the itching. Several thrusts a night can alleviate the itching for the next day.

The women of Jiapigou Village are known for their wild behavior, a fact famous throughout the surrounding villages. It's said that many women even engage in sexual activity during the day... Having sex with their own men.

Why this strange disease is prevalent in Jiapigou is unclear; all the theories are just speculation. This disease only affects married women; unmarried girls rarely get it. From this, people conclude that the disease is transmitted from men to women, but how can men transmit this disease to women? For decades, no definitive answer has been found. It's a strange gynecological disease. Although it's certain that men transmit it to women, and women then transmit it to uninfected men, men don't show obvious symptoms. They might develop small bumps on their skin and experience some itching on the glans, but it's tolerable, unlike the intense itching experienced by women.

Women with partners who contract this disease can even have their partners penetrate them, reaching deep into their vaginas to relieve themselves. The itching there is unbearable, especially for women like Cui Huahua who have never had a man. It's incredibly painful and cruel; they can only scratch with their fingers, but even that often doesn't reach the deeper parts.

What makes Cui Huahua even more depressed and ashamed is that she didn't have this disease when she had a man, but more than six months after his death, she contracted it. If word got out, everyone would think she was unfaithful, having had affairs with other men after her husband's death. So she couldn't tell anyone about her illness and could only endure the pain, secretly trying to relieve the itching with her fingers when it became severe.

She seemed to know very well how she contracted the disease, but she couldn't tell anyone about that shameful secret. She lived in constant torment from the itching, day and night.

Although the itching wasn't constant and unbearable, several severe flare-ups throughout the day caused her immense suffering, especially at night. At night, she could find some relief: she could lock the door, lie on the kang (heated brick bed), and insert her fingers deeply. While this didn't completely eliminate the itching, it provided some tolerable relief. However, the daytime was incredibly embarrassing. She shared a house with her brother-in-law's family, and since she couldn't lock the door during the day, she dared not masturbate indoors. She could only use the outhouse as an excuse to squat there and masturbate for a while. Because of this, she had to go to the outhouse many times a day. The worst part was that back then, each family only had one outhouse, without separate men's and women's facilities, so she had to avoid her brother-in-law's family.

Today, after Yao Lijuan took the two children to the county town, Cui Huahua was cleaning up the dishes when the intense itching started again. She hurriedly finished cleaning and wanted to go to the outhouse, but then her child woke up in the cradle, crying loudly. She could only endure the itching to soothe the child. Despite her extreme anxiety and restlessness, she had to endure it, patiently feeding the child and slowly lulling him to sleep before placing him in the cradle.

Cui Huahua went into the outhouse, impatiently pulling down her pants. Forgetting about urinating, she started inserting her fingers into her vagina. Unfortunately, her small hands were too small; even her longest finger could barely reach the deepest part of the itching spot. She struggled, completely focused on relieving the itch, not even hearing the footsteps outside.

When she heard footsteps, Yang Leiluo had already stumbled in, half-asleep.

When Cui Huahua looked up in astonishment, a warm, hard object was pressed against her cheek, specifically above her lips. The large, purplish-red monster was right under his nose; even the bulging veins on it were clearly visible. Its open head resembled a large purple mushroom.

Cui Huahua screamed, looking up at the person connected to the enormous thing. She saw Yang Leiluo standing in front of her, legs spread, his hands cupping the large thing with two testicles inside, about to ejaculate.

It looked like urine was about to spray from the tip of Yang Leiluo's penis, potentially onto her face or even into her mouth. Forgetting her embarrassment, she quickly pulled her hands out of her vagina and grabbed Yang Leiluo's hard penis, holding it tightly. The large thing filled her small palm, and she could feel the veins throbbing wildly.

Yang Leiluo was also stunned, his mind going blank at first, but the warmth of Cui Huahua's small hand holding his penis stirred a pleasure and excitement he had never felt before. His face flushed, he cried out in a flustered voice, "Auntie, what are you doing here?"

"I...I was peeing in the outhouse! Didn't you look where anyone was before barging in?" Cui Huahua was almost too ashamed to speak coherently. But fearing his erection would spray onto her face, she held on tightly, pushing him away.

The tighter she gripped, the more aroused Yang Leilu became, as if all the blood in his body rushed to that spot. He cried out, "Auntie, let go! I can't take it!"

"Let go, you'll pee on my face! Get out of the way!"

she cried out in panic, her grip tightening even more.

Yang Leilu, unable to move his erection while she held it, cried out frantically, "Auntie, how can I get out of the way if you don't let go? Let go!"

Cui Huahua finally snapped out of her panic. Yes, she was still holding on; how could he leave? Just as she was about to release his throbbing member, the itching below intensified suddenly. She felt a strong urge: how relieved it would be if that thing penetrated deep inside her!

(This book is no less than one million words, with 400,000 words currently in the manuscript. It will be updated daily with 10,000 words after it's published, so please feel free to add it to your collection. During the Spring Festival, there will be a burst of updates of 20,000 words daily from the first to the fifteenth day of

the lunar new year.) Chapter 3: Encounter in the Outhouse.

Cui Huahua impulsively imagined the amazing feeling of that huge thing entering her depths, and actually held onto it tightly. The throbbing and swelling of Yang Leiluo's veins interacted with the urine inside him, and he almost couldn't take it anymore, shouting, "Auntie, let go!"

Cui Huahua immediately realized her mistake, forcefully banishing her sinful imagination, and hurriedly, blushing, released Yang Leiluo's thing. Yang Leiluo hurriedly turned and left the outhouse, holding his aroused hardness, and urinated against the wall.

After urinating, Yang Leiluo, his face red and neck thick, didn't even look at Cui Huahua in the outhouse, and ran back into the house. Back in the house, Yang Leiluo got back onto the kang (heated brick bed) and covered his head with the sheet. His heart pounded, his face flushed, and he felt a pang of guilt and shame, as if he had done something wrong or stolen something. But at the same time, another feeling surged through him – a strange urge in his groin, as if his manhood was still being held by that small hand. The rush of pleasure was unprecedented, and he longed for that feeling. It was the first time his manhood had been held like that by someone else, and by the hand of the woman he loved.

But shame overwhelmed him; he barely knew how to face his aunt.

Yang Leiluo listened intently to the sounds outside, fearing his aunt would come in and confront him. After a long while, he heard footsteps and the sound of a door opening; clearly, his aunt had entered. He worried she would go into his room, his hands trembling with anxiety. But after listening for a while, it seemed she had gone into his east room.

Yang Leiluo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), Yang Leiluo couldn't help but relive the feeling of his aunt holding his manhood. Stimulated by this sensation, his manhood quietly rose again. After a long while, he seemed to hear the door to the east room open, followed by the door to the west room, and he heard familiar footsteps. He immediately tensed up: Was his aunt coming to settle scores? Had he been a pervert, teasing his aunt?

The footsteps drew closer, and he seemed to catch a whiff of his aunt's fragrant scent. Yang Leiluo held his breath, not daring to make a sound, and buried his head under the sheet.

Yang Leiluo felt a hand pull back the sheet. Cui Huahua's flushed, peach-red face came into view, her large, almond-shaped eyes gazing at him shyly.

Helpless, Yang Leiluo could only sit up in a panic, his eyes lowered, and said, "Auntie, it's all my fault, please don't blame me! I didn't mean to, I didn't know you were inside." Although Cui Huahua's face was also flushed, her eyes were frank as she looked at him and said, "Who said I should blame you? You didn't do it on purpose. If anyone should blame someone, it's me! I even touched you!"

Yang Leiluo was savoring the wonderful feeling of her holding him, but he said, "You only touched me after I touched your face, and you didn't even think I was dirty!"

"What's dirty about that thing? All men have it!"

Cui Huahua's face was as red as a peony.

Seeing that his aunt didn't blame him, Yang Leiluo felt much more at ease. He finally mustered the courage to look her in the eye and said sincerely, "Auntie, when you hold me, it feels so incredibly good!"

Cui Huahua lowered her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Da Lei, how come your thing is so big? It startled me! You're only sixteen, and it's already so big. Your dead uncle's isn't as big as yours, it's much smaller!"

Thinking about his unusually large thing, Cui Huahua felt an even stronger itch in her lower body. She couldn't help but imagine the pleasure of that thing penetrating deep inside her. She was certain that it could reach that incredibly itchy depth. Thinking about it, her face grew even redder. But she immediately cursed herself inwardly: You beast, shameless woman!

Yang Leiluo was even more embarrassed and tried to cover it up by saying, "It's because I need to pee, otherwise it wouldn't be that big!"

Cui Huahua smiled, pursing her lips, "You're talking nonsense. If pee could make that thing bigger, then men wouldn't have small things. Yours really is too big!"

Yang Leiluo was still embarrassed and said, "Did I scare you?"

Cui Huahua giggled shyly, "Silly boy, you don't understand anything. What woman would be scared by that thing? I'm not talking to you anymore. I came to have dinner with you. You haven't had breakfast yet. I've already heated up the food for you in the pot. Go and eat!"

Seeing that his aunt not only didn't blame him but still loved and cared for him as always, Yang Leiluo felt a warm glow in his heart. To be honest, he felt closer to his aunt than to his mother. His aunt always cared for him so thoughtfully. Through today's unexpected embarrassment, he felt that his relationship with his aunt had become even closer, as if they no longer had any secrets from each other. Yang Leiluo happily got off the kang (a

heated brick bed) and went to the outer room to eat with his aunt. His aunt brought out steaming cornbread from the pot and also served him a bowl of potato soup. The dining table in the outer room had been cleared away, so his aunt let him eat by the stove and even brought him a small wooden stool. Yang Leiluo was physically strong and got hungry easily, eating large portions at every meal, almost wolfing down his food.

Cui Huahua sat on a wooden stool beside him, watching him eat with gentle eyes. As Yang Leiluo ate, he couldn't help but steal glances at Cui Huahua. He felt that his aunt's posture and expression as she sat there watching him were like a statue of a beautiful goddess. Cui Huahua wore a cotton floral shirt, perhaps unbuttoned for convenience while breastfeeding, revealing a white tank top underneath. Her two shapely, full breasts pushed the tank top high, clearly showing the beautiful contours of her nipples. A deep cleavage was visible through the neckline of the tank top.

Yang Leiluo's gaze kept involuntarily falling on his aunt's chest. Yang Leiluo had a fetish that even he blushed about: he particularly liked looking at women's breasts. In his mind, the most beautiful part of a woman was her breasts, especially the breasts of a breastfeeding woman, and he thought his aunt's breasts were the most beautiful breasts in the world.

Cui Huahua seemed to notice Yang Leiluo's gaze fixed on her chest, and blushed immediately. She playfully scolded, "What are you looking at?"

As she asked this, she couldn't help but recall the scene in the outhouse; Yang Leiluo's impressive large member was involuntarily replaying in her mind. Her eyes couldn't help but steal glances at that area, further arousing her intense itch. (This book will definitely be no less than 1 million words, currently with 400,000 words in reserve. After publication, it will be 8,000 to 10,000 words per day. Please feel free to add it to your collection!

Chapter 4: The Boy's Darling)

Yang Leiluo blushed immediately upon being asked this by his aunt, quickly averting his gaze from her chest. He hastily concealed his flustered state, saying, "Auntie, you're so beautiful, I always want to look at you!"

Cui Huahua's face flushed even more, but her eyes were warm. She said, "Where am I beautiful? Isn't your wife more beautiful?"

Yang Leiluo looked puzzled, turning to his aunt and asking, "..." "Auntie, what are you saying? I don't have a wife!"

Cui Huahua said seriously, "Oh, you still won't admit it? Isn't Feng Dongmei your wife?"

The Feng Dongmei she was referring to was the daughter of their neighbor, Feng Sihai, who was the village accountant.

Yang Leiluo seemed flustered and said, "Auntie, don't talk nonsense. Feng Dongmei is my classmate. She's only sixteen. How could she be my wife?"

Cui Huahua pouted and said, "How can she not be your wife? Your father and her father arranged a marriage between you when you were little. Everyone in the village knows that!"

“Auntie, arranged marriages are something from the old society. Where do arranged marriages still exist in the new society? It was just something my dad and her dad said verbally, how could that be valid?”

Yang Leiluo still argued awkwardly.

“Although arranged marriages aren’t encouraged in the new society, if you and Feng Dongmei are both willing when you grow up, then it will work! At least both sets of parents agree, they both have that intention, then you can become a couple!”

“But, who can say for sure what will happen when you grow up? At least I can’t say she’s my wife now!”

Yang Leiluo argued, but his tone clearly held a hint of expectation.

“But, seeing how inseparable you two are now, you’re already like a young couple, so don’t be shy about admitting it!”

Cui Huahua pressed relentlessly, trying to expose him.

“We’re often together because we go to school together, going to and from school together every day, so of course we have a lot of contact. But we’re not grown up yet!”

Yang Leiluo knew in his heart that he did like the pretty Feng Dongmei, but he still refused to admit it in front of his aunt.

"Oh my, you're still not grown up? You're almost 1.7 meters tall! Your dead uncle is only 1.6 meters tall even in his twenties!"

Cui Huahua said, staring longingly at Yang Leiluo's strong physique.

"Being tall doesn't mean you're an adult. My height is all thanks to practicing martial arts!"

Yang Leiluo seemed to always try to hide his extremely precocious nature.

"Practicing martial arts can make you taller? Your bearded master is over sixty and still not as tall as you!"

Yang Leiluo was so anxious he didn't know what to say, but still emphasized, "I'm only sixteen, how can I be considered an adult?"

"Sixteen is still young? My uncle already had two children when he was sixteen, and you're saying you're not an adult at sixteen?"

What Cui Huahua said was true; in the past, it wasn't unusual for men to marry at fifteen or sixteen.

"Auntie, I haven't even grown a beard yet, how can I be an adult?"

Yang Leiluo desperately didn't want to admit he was an adult, precisely because he was wary of his intimacy with Cui Huahua. If Cui Huahua thought he was an adult, she might avoid being as close to him as before to avoid suspicion.

"You saying you're not an adult is enough! You don't need to look at other characteristics to tell if a boy is an adult, just look at one place!"

"Look at what?"

Yang Leiluo didn't understand what she meant at first.

"It's that thing in your crotch!"

Although Cui Huahua blushed, her eyes still unconsciously glanced at Yang Leiluo's crotch.

Yang Leiluo started to panic and tense again, because he remembered the embarrassing situation of his aunt grabbing his crotch. He swallowed the last bite of cornbread in his mouth, hurriedly put down his chopsticks, subconsciously covered his crotch with his hand, and said breathlessly, "Auntie, my thing isn't mature yet!"

"Huh? You still say your thing isn't mature enough? If it were any more mature, it wouldn't fit in your pockets. Your deadbeat uncle's already in his mid-twenties, and his thing isn't even half the length of yours!"

Cui Huahua's eyes darted to Yang Leiluo's crotch, her mind swollen with the image of that big thing, as if she could still feel its lively, throbbing motion in her small hand.

Yang Leiluo was embarrassed by her words and stood there speechless. What made it even more embarrassing was that the unruly thing in his crotch seemed to have a sense of hearing her words and had actually stood up, already erect. It's quite tall. He subconsciously reached out to cover it.

Cui Huahua, her eyes fixed on his subtle movement, couldn't help but giggle, saying, "It's no use covering it; I've already seen it. And you say you're not mature enough? It's like that in broad daylight!" Yang Leiluo blushed, embarrassed, and said, "Auntie, please don't tease me!"

Cui Huahua's imagination of his manhood aroused the itching that had just subsided, causing a sudden, intense urge. She couldn't help but rub it through her pants. But Yang Leiluo saw this and asked curiously, "Auntie, what are you doing?"

Cui Huahua blushed and her heart pounded. She quickly removed her hand and said慌乱地, "I'm going to check if the child is awake. I'll come back to wash the dishes in a bit!"

With that, she hurriedly ran back to the east room and slammed the door shut.

Yang Leiluo was very curious about Cui Huahua's actions and expression. He blinked, watching his aunt's beautiful figure disappear into the east room.

Without waiting for Cui Huahua to come out and wash the dishes, Yang Leiluo washed them himself and tidied up the stove. After he finished all this, he still hadn't seen his aunt come out of the east room, nor heard her soothing the child. Curious, Yang Leiluo approached the door of the east room to listen to what his aunt was doing inside.

Listening closely, Yang Leiluo was startled; he seemed to hear his aunt's low moans. His curiosity grew, and he couldn't resist tentatively pushing the door open a crack. He peeked inside with one eye and was immediately stunned. (This book will definitely be no less than 1 million words, with 400,000 words currently in reserve. After it's published, it will be 8,000 to 10,000 words per day. Please feel free to add it to your collection!

Chapter 5: Aunt's Secret)

A cradle shaped like a small boat hung on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and the baby was sleeping peacefully inside. Cui Huahua wasn't comforting the child; instead, she was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her pants and underwear pulled down below her knees, her white legs spread wide. One of her hands was laboriously probing into her private parts, and she couldn't help but moan softly.

Yang Leiluo was instantly filled with a surge of bloodlust and boundless curiosity: What was his aunt doing? Did all women without men do this? And why in broad daylight?

Wanting a better look, Yang Leiluo couldn't resist increasing the pressure on the door, but the door was loose and slammed open, causing him to stumble inside.

Startled by Yang Leiluo's sudden intrusion, Cui Huahua panicked and hurriedly pulled out her... As her fingers entered his lower body, she hurriedly got up and pulled up her pants, scolding, "Da Lei, why didn't you tell me you were coming in? You—" She felt her face burning with embarrassment.

Yang Lei was also panicked, stammering, "I...I don't know what you're doing, I didn't mean to!"

Cui Huahua pulled up her pants, sat on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) to calm herself down for a moment, then lowered her eyes and said, "You saw it, so you saw it, but don't tell anyone. If you do, I'll never forgive you!"

Yang Lei's face flushed red, but his eyes were full of doubt. He stammered, "Auntie, what are you doing?"

Cui Huahua's eyes were unusually flustered. She said, "I didn't do anything! Don't ask such nonsense, you don't understand!"

"Auntie, I only asked because I don't understand. Just tell me what you're doing? Are you hiding something from me too?"

Now that he'd caught them, Yang Leiluo decided to get to the bottom of it. His aunt's behavior today was too unusual. "I...I don't want to tell you. Telling you won't help you, and you won't be able to solve it!"

Cui Huahua said this while fidgeting with her legs.

"Auntie, how do you know I can't solve this? What's wrong with you? I'll help you!"

Although he wasn't sure what her problem was, he sensed she was in a lot of pain. He certainly couldn't let his aunt's troubles cause him any trouble.

Cui Huahua shyly shifted her gaze, thought for a moment, and whispered, "I'll tell you what happened, but you have to promise me you won't tell anyone, not even your mother!"

Yang Leiluo said without hesitation, "I promise I won't tell anyone, it's fine if I keep it to myself, Auntie, just tell me!"

Yang Leiluo said, sitting down beside her.

Cui Huahua shifted restlessly, as if enduring something. She glanced shyly at Yang Leiluo beside her and said in a low voice, "I...I have that strange illness, I even want to die!"

Yang Leiluo was momentarily confused and asked, "What strange illness?"

“It’s that disease that many women in our village get. It’s so itchy inside, and I just had a flare-up, so I couldn’t help scratching it!”

Cui Huahua finally managed to explain.

Yang Leiluo was astonished. Of course, he knew what she meant by that disease. Many women in the village had it, and he knew that women with it became horny. And it was incurable. He stared at Cui Huahua, mouth agape, and asked, “Auntie, when did you get this disease?”

“Just recently, less than ten days ago!”

Cui Huahua whispered.

"Ah? She got it recently? Auntie, how could you get this disease?"

Yang Leiluo was genuinely surprised. Although he was only sixteen, he knew a lot about this kind of women's disease prevalent in the village. Most people firmly believed that this disease was transmitted from men to women, that is, it was transmitted when men and women had sex. But his aunt had no man anymore, so who infected her? His uncle had been dead for more than half a year, and his aunt's illness was recent. Could it be that she had been with another man? Yang Leiluo's heart immediately darkened. In his mind, his aunt was so pure and beautiful, how could she have been with another man? "Does your husband have that kind of affair?

" Cui Huahua's face was flushed with shyness and nervousness. She lowered her head, not daring to meet his questioning gaze. After a long while, she finally said, "I know how I got this disease, but I really can't bring myself to say it!"

Yang Leiluo became even more suspicious and sensitive, staring at her with burning eyes, and impulsively asked, "Can't you say it? You didn't have an affair with another man

, did you? None of the men or women in our family have that kind of disease, so why did you get it?" Cui Huahua was immediately terrified, forgetting her shyness, and looked at him, crying out, "Da Lei, what are you saying? How could I have an affair with another man? Am I that kind of woman?"

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Auntie, of course I don't want to believe you're that kind of woman, but how did you get this disease? Everyone knows that this disease is transmitted from men to women. Unmarried girls never get this disease. You don't have a man anymore, so how did you get this disease?"

Yang Leiluo was naturally even more anxious, almost to the point of being frantic with worry. If his aunt was such an unchaste woman, he simply couldn't bear it.

"Da Lei, you have to believe me, I really haven't done that with anyone!"

Cui Huahua seemed very wronged, yet unable to speak, and began to sob anxiously, crystal tears rolling down her cheeks.

Seeing her pitiful state, Yang Lei felt a jumble of emotions churning within him, so he softened his tone and said, "Auntie, I believe you're not that kind of woman, but you are indeed sick. Didn't you say you knew how you got your illness? Then tell me, if you don't explain clearly, of course I'll suspect you!"

Cui Huahua sobbed for a while, then seemed to muster her courage, looked up at him, and said, "Da Lei, although I haven't been messing around with men, but... " I experienced something terrible; I don't know if I was raped by a person or a ghost! I've told you about this, please, please keep it a secret, don't tell anyone, not even your mother!"

Yang Leiluo was really anxious and said, "Look at you, here we go again! Why don't you trust me? You told me these private things, and you wouldn't tell anyone else!"

Cui Huahua hesitated for a while before finally mustering up the courage to say, "Then I'll tell you." (This book will definitely be no less than 1 million words, currently with 400,000 words in reserve. After it's published, it will be 8,000 to 10,000 words per day. Please feel free to add it to your collection!

Chapter 6: Tragedy in the Graveyard)

About seven or eight days ago, Cui Huahua's baby cried incessantly all night. Her father-in-law, Yang Wanji, the village doctor, examined the child for a long time but couldn't find anything wrong. Later, the wife of her neighbor, Feng Sihai, suggested that Cui Huahua go to the village's shaman, Master Dong, to examine the child's "surgery" (meaning the illness was caused by a ghost). Cui Huahua had no choice but to believe him, so she secretly took the child to Master Dong without telling her brother-in-law's family.

Master Dong, using his spiritual energy, examined the child for a while and said that the illness was caused by the child's deceased father, Yang Beisheng, and that Yang Beisheng wanted the child to accompany him. This terrified Cui Huahua, and she begged the shaman to find a way to "break the curse." The shaman calculated for a while and said it wasn't difficult; all she had to do was make a paper effigy of the child and burn it at Yang Beisheng's grave, and the curse would be broken.

Cui Huahua, of course, did as he was told and paid the shaman to make the child's effigy. That noon, with no one else at home, Cui Huahua took advantage of the child's nap to ask Feng Sihai's wife from next door to watch the baby for a while. She then took the substitute and a shovel and went to her deceased husband's grave.

The Yang family's graveyard was on a hillside about half a mile away. It contained not only the Yang family's graves but also those of other families in the village. The graveyard was surrounded by trees and farmland. Yang Beisheng had been killed by a detonator last winter, and it had only been a little over six months since he was buried. The weeds on his grave were newly grown this spring, and the traces of yellow earth were still very clear.

Standing before her deceased husband's grave, Cui Huahua was overwhelmed with grief, tears streaming down her face. She missed her husband and grieved for her own bitter fate. A little over a year into their marriage, before their child was even born, her husband had unexpectedly left her. Many times in her dreams, she had relived the brief, loving moments she had shared with him.

Cui Huahua wept sadly, uncontrollably recalling fragments of memories about her husband in the production team's courtyard.

"Hey, you new female commune member, come here. What's your name?"

"My name is Cui Huahua!"

"Hehe, Cui Huahua? That name is as beautiful as you! You really are like a flower! You must be Cui De's daughter, who just moved here? Is today your first day at work?"

"Yes, it's my first day. I'm here to report for duty. I want to participate in the production team's labor and earn work points!"

"Great! Today you'll go with the women of Group Two to harvest soybeans on West Hill. Let's see if you can handle the work!"

"Who are you? Why should I listen to you?"

"Hehe? So you don't know who I am? Let me introduce myself. My name is Yang Beisheng, and I'm the captain of Team Two in Jiapigou. Now you know, right?"

"Ah? You're the captain?"

"What? Don't I look like a captain?"

"Isn't the captain Xin Ergazi?"

"Xin Ergazi is the vice-captain. What's wrong? Did he say he's the captain?"

"I mean, how old are you to be a captain?"

"Is there an age limit for the captain? I'm at least four years older than you. You seem a bit resentful."

"No, it's just that people didn't know you were the captain! Now they know." Six months later, by the Yueyue River. "Beisheng, yesterday Xin Ergai sent someone to my house to propose marriage. He wants to marry me! I want to talk to you about it today!"

"Who you want to marry is your decision. If you want to marry Xin Ergai, I have no right to stop you!"

"If I wanted to marry him, why would I be talking to you?"

"If you don't want to marry him, just refuse clearly. What's so difficult about that?"

"But the matchmaker didn't tell me; he proposed to my parents. My parents don't know we're together, so they might agree!"

"Why didn't you tell your parents? If you told them about us, would they object?"

"Even if my parents were willing, we shouldn't be so eager to ask a matchmaker. What kind of family asks a matchmaker? If you really want to marry me, then ask a matchmaker to talk to my parents too!" "

Alright then, I'll ask a matchmaker to go to your house tomorrow. Are you relieved now?"

"You need to find a reputable matchmaker, otherwise it won't work out. Do you know who Xin Ergai's matchmaker is?"

"Who is it?"

"It's Brigade Leader Qu Haishan. My parents will listen to him. Qu Haishan was the one who settled us in Jiapigou. You know that, right? So you should be grateful!"

"Tch, what's so great about Qu Haishan? I'll have my older brother go to your house to propose tomorrow. My older brother is the Party Secretary, and he's a year older than Qu Haishan. Let's see who your parents agree to. Besides, why should your parents decide your marriage? It's not the old society anymore!"

Wedding night.

"Huahua, you're my wife tonight, why aren't you taking off your clothes before bed? Don't be so shy!"

"I'm not shy, I'm scared!"

"Scared of what? A girl will always be a woman, it's a very happy thing. After tonight you'll know what it's like to be a woman!"

"Now that I'm married to you, what's there to be afraid of about being a woman? I can't let you touch me tonight, I'm on my period! My mother said that women shouldn't let men do 'that' when they're on their period!"

"Huh? What a coincidence! Why did it have to happen these days? Isn't that torture?"

"What can I do? It's your choice of what day! Don't blame me, but it's not bad, it's like three happy events at once!"

"Then what should I do?"

"Just bear with it, I've been on my period for four or five days already, maybe it'll be over tomorrow, hehe, good things come to those who wait!"

One early winter night.

"Beisheng, tonight is the last time I'll do this to you. After that, it'll be after the baby is a month old!"

"Why? How long is that?"

"My mother said that a woman shouldn't let a man touch her in the last month of her pregnancy, or it will harm the baby. I'm due in a little over a month, I can't let you do it anymore!"

"Is what your mother says really true? I've never heard of that! Two months later? I can't wait!"

"Aren't you afraid of harming our baby? This is your baby!"

"I'll be gentle, it'll be fine!"

"If you don't agree to my request, then I won't let you do it tonight either!"

"Okay, okay, I agree. Tonight is the last time before the baby is born, is that alright?"

However, less than half a month later, Yang Beisheng was killed by a detonator while working in the production team, and never returned. At that moment, Cui Huahua cried out in anguish, "Beisheng, I promised you that you could be close to me freely after I gave birth, but you left me so tragically!"

As Cui Huahua was grieving at her husband's grave, she suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the sorghum field behind her. In this remote, cemetery area far from the village, the sound sent chills down her spine. She hurriedly turned around (This book will definitely be no less than 1 million words, currently with 400,000 words in reserve, and will be available for purchase at 8,000 to 10,000 words per day after publication. Please feel free to add it to your collection!

Chapter 7: Was she raped by a ghost?

It was a windless day, and the rustling of the sorghum stalks was particularly noticeable. Cui Huahua clearly heard footsteps in the sorghum field. But when she turned around, she saw nothing, the swaying of the sorghum stalks stopped, and everything returned to calm.

Cui Huahua began to feel terrified. She dared not delay and began to burn a substitute. As she burned the substitute, she muttered prayers, telling the man not to come home and torment his child anymore.)

Before leaving after burning the body parts, she naturally wanted to add a few shovelfuls of soil to her husband's grave one last time.

When she reached the left side of the grave, she was stunned: there was a fox den as big as a bowl. Her hands trembled with fear. But she still mustered her courage and tried to fill the hole with soil. Just then, a furry head poked out of the hole, with a pair of blue eyes staring directly at her.

Cui Huahua was so frightened that her vision blurred and she fainted, losing consciousness.

At that moment, a masked man emerged from the nearby sorghum field. The man grinned lecherously and bent down.

After an unknown amount of time, Cui Huahua finally awoke from the weeds of the graveyard. She felt a chill, and the area where she had urinated still burned. When she opened her eyes to check herself, she was so terrified that she almost fainted again. She discovered she was completely naked from the waist down, her pants and underwear rolled up to her ankles, her outer garment wide open, and her undershirt pulled up, exposing her white breasts to the sunlight.

She sat up abruptly, realizing what had happened. Instinctively, she touched her private parts, and sure enough, her hand was covered in a sticky liquid—it was a man's penis. Her head buzzed: she had been violated while she was unconscious! She looked around in horror, but there was no one in sight. Ashamed,

she pulled up her pants, straightened her clothes, and hurriedly stood up, searching again, but still no one was there, only graves and trees of varying heights. A chill ran down her spine: had she been violated by a ghost? She thought of the fox that had frightened her unconscious, and instinctively looked towards the entrance of the grave, but the furry head and bulbous eyes were long gone.

Her hair stood on end. She grabbed a shovel and hurriedly ran out of the graveyard. Only after leaving that terrifying cemetery and reaching the main road did she feel a little calmer. But she was still consumed by shame and dread, thinking about this terrible thing. She had been violated in front of her husband's grave! Was her husband watching? He would be in unbearable pain! Why didn't he come out to stop it? Aren't spirits supposed to have power? Later, unable to find a reason, she comforted herself with this thought: it must be her husband who came out of the grave to be intimate with her. Being done by her own man is nothing!

But Cui Huahua knew that this was self-deception. It couldn't be a ghost, nor was it her own man who had defiled her; it was another man. But who was that man? What did he look like? She had been raped without even knowing it. Cui Huahua was utterly humiliated, on the verge of tears. She couldn't tell anyone about this shameful affair; even if she did, no one would believe her, and she would only be suspected of being unchaste and seducing other men.

If it were just this kind of shame, and no one knew she was hiding it, that would be one thing, but the worst was yet to come. A few days later, she began to feel an unbearable itching deep inside her vagina. Cui Huahua instantly plunged into a terrifying abyss. She knew she had contracted that terrible, strange disease. What would people say about a widow without a man who had this disease? Even if she was tormented to death, she had to endure it and not let anyone know.

But when the itching became unbearable, she thought of someone to confide in: Yang Leiluo. However, she still couldn't muster the courage to speak. Today, Yang Leiluo had discovered her secret, so she finally decided to tell him.

Yang Leiluo, after hearing his aunt's story, was stunned and speechless. He frowned and asked, "Do you really think you encountered a ghost, or that my uncle's spirit manifested?"

Cui Huahua shook her head in humiliation and said, "There are no ghosts or gods here. It must be a bad person. I thought about it carefully. Even if I hadn't been scared unconscious by that fox, that bad person would still have attacked me. It's just that he saved himself some effort!"

"Are you sure that the man infected you with your illness?"

Yang Leiluo asked thoughtfully.

"That's right. A few days after that happened, I started to itch terribly. That man infected me!"

Cui Huahua said, and subconsciously rubbed the spot again.

Yang Leiluo stared intently, thought for a while, and said, "If this man can infect you with that kind of disease, then this man must be a man from Jiapigou?"

Cui Huahua nodded and said, "I think so too." "Can you guess who it is?"

Yang Leiluo hated the man who had abused his aunt. If he knew who it was, he would kill him.

Cui Huahua lowered her head and thought carefully for a while, but couldn't come up with any clues. She said, "How could I possibly think of who it was? I didn't see that person. I was so scared that I fainted!"

"But, that person did that to you, didn't you feel anything at all?"

Cui Huahua's face turned as red as a sunset, and she stammered, "I vaguely felt a little pain, but I still didn't wake up!"

"Did you meet anyone on your way to the cemetery?"

Yang Leiluo was eager to find out the man who had harmed his aunt, so he asked carefully. He felt a sharp pain in his heart as he thought about how his aunt had been violated by that man.

Cui Huahua recalled carefully, and suddenly her heart tightened. She said, "I did meet someone when I went there. It was lunchtime when the production team members were finishing work. The team leader, Xin Erga, was leading the members back, and they happened to see me going to the cemetery!"

"Xin Erga?"

Yang Leiluo immediately became alert. March 25th,
Chapter 8: The Widow's Unspeakable Secret.

Yang Leiluo, upon hearing Cui Huahua's story about encountering Xin Erga on the way to the cemetery, was immediately filled with suspicion. Although Yang Leiluo was only a sixteen-year-old middle school student and didn't spend much time at home, he was a meticulous and rememberable boy. He kept track of everything, big and small, related to his family, and he never forgot what others said. Therefore, he knew the general outline of the conflict between his aunt and Xin Erga. He knew that Xin Erga had once competed with his uncle for Cui Huahua. At that time, under the strong encouragement of the brigade leader Qu Haishan, Cui Huahua almost got engaged to Xin Erga. If it weren't for his father, Yang Beian, proposing marriage to his uncle at the Cui family, and Cui Huahua's parents only agreeing to marry her to his uncle due to the pressure from the village secretary, Cui Huahua might already be Xin Erga's wife. Of course, Cui Huahua's eventual marriage to her uncle Yang Beisheng wasn't entirely due to her father's influence; it was mainly because Cui Huahua truly loved her uncle. However, one thing is certain: without her uncle's presence, Cui Huahua would undoubtedly have followed her parents' wishes and married Xin Ergai.

Xin Ergai, having lost the battle for Cui Huahua's affections with her uncle, was destined to harbor resentment. Within the production team, he constantly engaged in open and covert struggles with her uncle, never relinquishing his lust and covetousness towards Cui Huahua.

After her uncle's accidental death by detonation, Xin Ergai rekindled his wicked desire to reclaim

Cui Huahua, secretly plotting against her. Not long ago, the brigade leader, Qu Haishan, secretly approached Cui Huahua again, bringing up the old topic and proposing that she remarry Xin Ergai. Although Cui Huahua flatly refused at the time, whether her refusal was genuine remains unpredictable. Cui Huahua refused to remarry because her child was still young and her husband had passed away less than a year ago; she couldn't remarry for the time being and would consider it later. However, Cui Huahua's refusal was clearly not resolute. She didn't say she wouldn't remarry in the future, nor did she say she wouldn't marry Xin Ergaizi if she did. Logically speaking, Cui Huahua was only twenty-one years old; her life was just beginning. Expecting her to remain a widow in the Yang family for life was simply unrealistic. Everyone knew that Cui Huahua could only temporarily refrain from remarrying; only Cui Huahua herself knew how long that temporary refusal would be.

Yang Leiluo was a precocious and sensible boy. He understood that Cui Huahua would eventually leave the Yang family. Although this was an unchangeable reality, Yang Leiluo couldn't even imagine how he would live without his aunt. It was no exaggeration to say that it would be a life of utter darkness. His attachment to his aunt even surpassed his attachment to his mother, and this intense attachment far exceeded the simple familial affection he felt for his mother. What else lay beyond familial affection? He couldn't quite explain it; it just vaguely stirred within his youthful heart. Even after his uncle's death, after realizing the cruel reality that his aunt would eventually leave, he would impulsively think from time to time: if he grew up and married his aunt, she could stay in the Yang family forever. But such absurd thoughts made him blush, feel annoyed and guilty, yet these thoughts lurked intermittently within his youthful heart.

Yang Leiluo didn't want Cui Huahua to leave the Yang family, and he couldn't tolerate any man defiling her. This was an almost selfish yet instinctive thought. The thoughts of a young man experiencing his first love are always so persistent, without reason. Today, hearing that his aunt had been raped by a man and had developed that painful and shameful itching, his heart was suddenly and terribly tormented. Especially when he suspected that the man who had violated his aunt might be Xin Ergaizi, a huge sense of vigilance and panic filled his heart with gloom.

Yang Leiluo looked at Cui Huahua with rapid breathing and asked again, "You mean, you met Xin Ergaizi on your way to the cemetery?"

Seeing his agitated state, Cui Huahua panicked and said, "Yes, I met him, but it wasn't just him; there were many other male and female commune members too!"

"Did he say anything to you?"

Yang Leiluo asked nervously again.

"He only asked me what I was going to do. I told him I was going to the cemetery to burn a substitute for the child. Then he asked why I was burning a substitute, and I told him about the child getting a strange illness!"

"And then what happened?"

Yang Leiluo stared intently at his aunt.

"Then he went home with the other villagers, and I went to the cemetery too." Cui Huahua was flustered by Yang Leiluo's continuous questioning.

Yang Leiluo paced around the room like an adult, deep in thought. Suddenly, he returned to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), looked at his aunt, and said, "Aunt, I'm sure that the man who insulted you was Xin Erga!"

Cui Huahua blushed even more and said, "How can you be so sure it was him? He had already left with the other villagers!"

"What's so strange about that? He must have gone home and then came back, went to the cemetery again, and hid in the sorghum field watching you. Didn't you say you heard a rustling sound in the sorghum field? That must have been when he came in!"

Yang Leiluo analyzed logically and with evidence, like an experienced detective.

Cui Huahua stared intently, her chest heaving, and said, "Now that you mention it, I think it could be him too, but I really didn't see what he looked like." Yang Leiluo suddenly became excited, his eyes shining, and said, "Auntie, once we find the target, things will be much easier. Here's what we'll do: I'll go talk to my dad and ask him to get the town's police to solve the case. You can just say that Xin Ergaizi raped you in the graveyard, and that way they'll arrest him!"

Cui Huahua's face turned pale with nervousness, and she hurriedly waved her hands, saying, "No, that won't do! Don't you go tell your dad!"

Yang Leiluo was somewhat surprised and asked, "Auntie, what do you mean? Don't you want to pursue Xin Ergaizi's crimes?"

“It’s not that I don’t want to investigate, but it’s not as simple as you think. First, we only suspect it was him, we’re not sure. Second, even if he did, we don’t have any evidence, and he won’t admit it. If there’s no result, wouldn’t we be getting ourselves into trouble? The whole village will know I was raped, my reputation will be ruined, how will I live?”

Cui Huahua was so anxious she almost cried.

Yang Leiluo scratched his head and thought for a while, then said, “It’s fine if we don’t make a fuss. Then I’ll handle this. I’ll secretly catch Xin Ergaizi and beat him up until he admits he did it. Then we can report it to the police and there will be results!”

Cui Huahua was even more frightened, saying, “Isn’t that childish talk? What right do you have to arrest and beat him? Doing that won’t only fail to find evidence against him, but you’ll also break the law and get arrested. That will also implicate your father. Your father is the village secretary. If you make a mistake, he will be…” You have caught the handle, Qu Haishan is still worried about not being able to find your father!

Yang Leile frowned anxiously and said helplessly: "This won't work, that won't work either, so what do you want to do?"

Cui Huahua squirmed with moist almond-shaped eyes and said, "I don't know what to do. I don't want to publicize this scandal." Not to mention that we couldn't find that person, even if we did find him and arrest him, the shame I suffered would not be erased. My disease also became known, but everyone in the countryside knew about it, and it spread around with added fuel and jealousy. How could I survive?

"Auntie, do you just want to swallow this matter and bury it like this? " "

Yang Leiluo looked very depressed and disappointed.

"Well, what else can we do if we don't do this? It cannot be said. The most important thing right now is not to find the person who raped me, but that I don't know how to endure this terrible disease! You'd better help me think of a solution! "

Cui Huahua said, it seemed that her lower body was itching again. She seemed restless, and she couldn't prick it with her hands in front of Yang Leiluo.

Seeing his aunt's unbearable suffering, Yang Leiluo felt a pang of heartache and anxiously said, "Of course I want to help you, but I don't know what I can do."

Cui Huahua was so distressed that tears streamed down her face. She said sadly, "Other women with this disease have men to alleviate their suffering, but I'm a widow with this disease, and I can only endure it. I really don't know how to bear it!"

She began to sob.

Yang Leiluo couldn't bear to see his aunt suffer, and he felt deeply distressed. He asked, "How can a man relieve your itching?"

Cui Huahua wiped away her tears, twisted her body, and whispered, "If a man's hard thing pokes the itchy spot and hurts, it will definitely relieve a lot of the pain! Otherwise, why would the women in the village with this disease do 'that' with men in broad daylight?"

Yang Leiluo's heart surged with emotion. He would do anything for his aunt. He blushed and looked at her, hesitating for a long time before saying, "Auntie, if that can relieve your itch, then I'll relieve it for you!"

(Chapter 9: Special Help)

Cui Huahua's eyes lit up instantly, like seeing water in a parched desert. She immediately recalled the scene in the outhouse, imagining the comfort of his enormous, hard thing poking into her unbearably itchy depths! The unbearable torment below made her yearn for that thing to savagely poke at her deepest itch. She looked at Yang Leiluo, whose face was flushed, with burning eyes and said, "Da Lei, are you really not disgusted? Willing to relieve Auntie's itch?" Yang Leiluo

lowered his eyes, nodded, and said, "I'm willing. You're not dirty at all; you're the purest woman in my heart!"

"But, no, that won't do! My disease will infect you!"

Cui Huahua cried out, her breath coming in gasps.

“Auntie, I’m not afraid of getting infected. Men are fine. I’ve heard Grandpa and the others say that men can endure this disease, unlike women who can’t reach it themselves. Men can easily solve it by scratching!”

Yang Leiluo’s basis for these statements was what he overheard his grandfather talking about this disease.

Cui Huahua was tormented by the intertwined discomfort in her lower body and the burning desire in her heart. She gazed intensely at the young man. "Da Lei, you're so good to me, but you're so young and I've given you this disease. I'm guilty, I really can't!"

"Auntie, didn't I tell you? Men are fine. As long as you can ease the pain, I'll do anything!"

Yang Leiluo's words were truly from the bottom of his heart; he was willing to give anything for his aunt.

Cui Huahua's breathing quickened as her eyes darted to Yang Leiluo's crotch. The itching below intensified, and boundless desire threatened to overwhelm her reason. Just then, the baby in the cradle by the edge of the bed cried out.

Cui Huahua immediately snapped out of her daze. She endured the itching and hurriedly pushed the cradle, trying to lull the child back to sleep. The cradle rocked rhythmically in front of Cui Huahua, and as she looked at the baby, the boundless restlessness began to subside. The baby fell asleep again with the rocking of the cradle. As she calmed down, the itching seemed to lessen considerably.

Yang Leiluo, however, stood before her, his face flushed, waiting for her to act. Seeing that Cui Huahua was only looking at him with warm eyes and no words, he asked again, "Auntie, I really want to help you. I'm not afraid of getting infected!"

Cui Huahua immediately felt ashamed of her earlier lewd thoughts, covered her burning cheeks, and said, "Da Lei, don't talk nonsense. Even if I'm dying of itching, I won't let you help me!"

Yang Leiluo was somewhat surprised by the change in her expression and asked, "Auntie, why won't you let me help you? I'm your closest person!"

Cui Huahua said in a trembling voice, "You're still a child. You don't understand. This kind of thing isn't something anyone can do casually. Only a married couple can do that kind of thing. If I let your thing go inside me, what would that be like?"

"But you don't have a man, and you find it so unbearable. What's wrong with me helping you?"

At this moment, Yang Leiluo's own body was also aroused, and a subconscious instinct made his thoughts muddled.

"Stop talking! In short, you're not my man, so I won't let you in!"

Cui Huahua struggled to control her terrifying loss of control.

"What if you can't bear it? Auntie, I can't bear to see you in so much pain!"

Yang Leiluo clearly saw his aunt's legs twisting, obviously trying to endure it.

"If one day I can't bear it anymore, I'll marry a man!"

The unbearable pain made Cui Huahua say these words.

Yang Leiluo trembled. His greatest fear was that she had such thoughts. He couldn't imagine how he could live without his aunt. Yang Leiluo said breathlessly, "If you really want to find a man, then I'll be your man!"

"Huh? You bastard, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Cui Huahua was immediately shocked, looking at him.

"I'm not talking nonsense. I've had this thought for a long time. In my heart, I want to marry a woman like you as my wife, I..." Yang Leiluo's breath was unusually hot.

"I'm your aunt! You can't have such outrageous thoughts! That's incest!"

Cui Huahua cried out in a panic.

"But my uncle is gone. You'll remarry sooner or later. You might as well have me marry you when I grow up. How can that be incest? If you marry another man, you won't be my aunt anymore!"

"Even so, it's still not okay. I'm twenty-one years old, and you're only sixteen. We're not a good match!"

Cui Huahua was completely stunned by his sudden idea.

"It's just a five-year age difference! What's that? There are plenty of couples with a five-year age gap. My grandpa and grandma were five years apart!"

Yang Lei argued, his face red and his neck thick.

"But you're not an adult yet, you're still a child!"

"Can't I marry you when I'm an adult? In two more years, I'll be eighteen, and then I'll marry you!"

"Don't talk nonsense, or I'll get angry!"

Cui Huahua was driven to distraction by this fiery young man, and she cried out helplessly.

"Auntie, I'm really afraid you'll remarry and leave here. I really can't live like that. Without you, I feel empty!"

Yang Leiluo cried out from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, okay, I won't remarry. I'll stay in this house, is that alright? But don't talk nonsense about marrying me again. If your parents hear it, I won't be able to live!"

To appease this impulsive young man, Cui Huahua could only say this.

Yang Leiluo was, of course, half-believing her, but he had no better way and could only try every means to keep his aunt. Seeing her still in pain, he said, "But what about your illness? You just said only a man can solve it, but you don't have a man, and you won't let me help you. When you can't hold back, won't you still have to find a man? But I won't let you find other men! Auntie, please let me help you!"

Cui Huahua was in a state of extreme inner conflict. She really longed for his large member to relieve her itch, yet she couldn't forgive herself for her dirty thoughts. Her eyes darted to the large tent already erected in his crotch, an overwhelming desire filling her. Finally, she timidly said, "If you really want to help me, then you can't back out, okay? This is..." "This isn't a simple matter, you need to think it through!"

Chapter 10: Another Way

Yang Leiluo's heart surged violently. As long as he could help his aunt relieve her pain, as long as he could keep her in the Yang family, he would do anything. He impulsively said, "I won't regret it. As long as you feel better, I don't care about anything else!"

Cui Huahua saw the thing in his crotch moving. How she longed for that big thing to penetrate her unbearably itchy depths. Her chest heaved violently, and she couldn't help but stand up, about to rush to Yang Leiluo and pull his thing out. Just then, the baby in the cradle woke up again and cried loudly. Cui Huahua suddenly returned to a state of rationality. She started rocking the cradle again, her eyes fixed on the lovely baby in the cradle. Maternal love overwhelmed her previous confused desire. But this time, the baby wouldn't sleep no matter how she rocked, and kept crying. Cui Huahua had no choice but to take the baby out of the cradle, lift her clothes to reveal her two full breasts, and put one nipple into the baby's little mouth. The child immediately stopped crying.

Yang Leiluo stood in front of Cui Huahua, his eyes fixed on her white breasts, his body aroused by an inexplicable surge of desire. He felt as if he too had caught a disease, a persistent, itchy, throbbing sensation in that area. He said urgently, "Auntie, don't worry, I won't let anyone know!" While

Cui Huahua was breastfeeding, perhaps her attention was diverted, or perhaps the intense climax had subsided and the itching was bearable, she began to calm down. She looked at Yang Leiluo and said, "Da Lei, I still don't want to implicate you. If people find out about this, it'll be hard for you to find a wife. That Feng Dongmei won't be your wife!"

"I don't care about that anymore. Let her do it or not. It's better if I can't get married, then I won't!"

Yang Leiluo said stubbornly.

"And also, if your parents find out, neither of us will have the face to stay in this house!"

Cui Huahua, after calming down, still wanted to abandon this sinful thought.

"Auntie, we won't let them know. I'm always in your room, aren't I? Nobody will notice. I come to help you every day after school!"

"Da Lei, you should think of another way. If all else fails, then come help me!"

Cui Huahua seemed to remember something, her eyes narrowing.

"Other ways? What other ways?"

Yang Leiluo looked at her warily. Was she going to find another man?

Cui Huahua changed the baby's breast, then looked at Yang Leiluo and said, "Have you forgotten? Everyone says your grandfather can cure this kind of disease in women. They say he has a treasured medical book with a prescription for this disease. I heard he cured many women when he was young!" Yang Leiluo frowned and

said, "Everyone says Grandpa can cure this disease, but he's sworn never to treat women's diseases again. Because he almost died treating a woman with this disease back then, he's hated women with this disease ever since, and he'll never treat them again!"

"That's because he doesn't treat outsiders. If someone in our family got this disease, would he just stand by and watch?"

A glint of light flashed in Cui Huahua's eyes.

“But no one in our Yang family has had this disease in all these years. Grandpa doesn’t allow anyone in our family to have it either. If someone really had it, wouldn’t Grandpa kill them? Would he still treat them?”

“I have this disease now, don’t I? I didn’t get it from messing around with men. I didn’t want to!”

“Auntie, what do you mean? You’re not asking Grandpa to treat you, are you?”

Yang Leiluo was somewhat astonished.

“Of course not. How could I dare say I have this disease? You’re right. If he knew I had this disease, would he still treat me? He would kick me out! I was thinking, you could go and beg him, just say you have this disease, and maybe he’ll give you the medicine he’s been giving you! Then you can use that medicine to treat me!”

“Huh? Say I have this disease? Wouldn’t he beat me to death?”

Yang Leiluo suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He knew how much his grandfather hated people with this disease.

“You are his precious darling, and you are a man. It’s possible that he might hit you or scold you, but he would never stand by and watch you get that kind of disease without getting treatment. He’s counting on you to carry on the family line. If you pass this disease on to your future wife, it’s no joke. Of course he knows how serious it is!”

Yang Leiluo thought about it carefully for a while. That’s right. Grandpa wouldn’t do anything to him. Let him hit him if he wants. What does it matter if he gets hit for his aunt? But he still looked at Cui Huahua with difficulty and asked, "Then what should I say? He'll ask me how I got this disease!"

Cui Huahua thought for a while and said, "Then you'll have to go all out and say you've had sex with some slut in the village!"

Yang Leiluo trembled in fright and cried out, "Won't he beat me to death?"

"He won't beat you to death. Can't you even endure being beaten and scolded for me? And you say you'll do anything for me? You don't just want to use your thing to help me, do you?"

Yang Leiluo was embarrassed by what she said, and hardened his heart and said, "Okay, I'll try it. Even if he beats me to death, it's no big deal!"

Yang Leiluo walked hesitantly toward the street where his grandfather lived. His grandfather, Yang Wanji, had always lived in the old house of the Yang family. He preferred peace and quiet and refused to live with his two sons. Three years ago, his grandmother passed away, and the children strongly urged him to come and live with them, but he still refused. He ran his own clinic in the old house. He has been practicing medicine all these years, relying on his family's traditional medical skills, rarely working in the production team. Now that he's old, he's even less likely to work for work points.

The Yang family's old house is a three-room mud-brick thatched hut. A plaque hangs above the door: "Yang Family Clinic." The Yang Family Clinic is well-known in the surrounding villages.

Yang Leiluo stood nervously in front of his grandfather's door, almost too afraid to go in. Just then, he heard a young woman's voice from inside: "Uncle, I'm so itchy! Please have pity on me! My husband's thing is useless!"

(Chapter 11: The Little White Shoes' Obsessive)

Yang Leiluo was curious about who the woman in the house was, because her words reminded him of what had just happened between him and his aunt at home. Could this woman also be asking his grandfather to use his "thing" to help him? But his grandfather deeply abhorred women with this kind of disease!

The old Yang family house had old-fashioned square-framed windows, like the steps of a ladder, but in the center was a small glass window. Yang Leiluo carefully crept to that window and peered inside.

The woman inside was about forty years old, her face still glowing. She wasn't particularly beautiful or ugly, but her figure was curvaceous and alluring—the kind that could instantly arouse a man's desire, especially her full breasts, which were undoubtedly large. In Yang Leiluo's eyes, a woman with large breasts was a beautiful woman; he had a particular fondness for women's breasts, and breast size was his primary criterion for judging a woman.

Yang Leiluo certainly recognized this woman who was quite popular in the village; her nickname was "Little White Shoes." As for why she was called "Little White Shoes," Yang Leiluo didn't know, nor did he need to, because more than half the people in the village had nicknames. The man in the white shoes, Ma Tian, also had a nickname, "Er Doubao" (Second Bean Bun). The reason for this nickname was obvious: his face was round, resembling a sticky bean bun. The man

in the white shoes was sitting with his legs spread apart on the chair opposite Yang Wanji, one hand constantly fiddling with his crotch.

Yang Wanji, though over sixty, was a robust old man with a ruddy complexion. He sat on the edge of his kang (heated brick bed), smoking a medium-length pipe, white smoke rising from the bowl. Yang Wanji exhaled a puff of smoke, looking at the woman in white shoes with disdain. He said rudely, "A woman like you doesn't deserve pity. You deserve to be itchy to death. It's wrong of you not to have this kind of 'meal' (referring to a sexually transmitted disease). Who knows how many men you've slept with!"

The woman in white shoes didn't seem particularly embarrassed by Yang Wanji's sharp and explicit words. Instead, she looked aggrieved and said, "Uncle, you're wronging me. We've lived in this village for years; you should know what kind of people we are. I wasn't that shameless woman before. It was this disease that tormented me. I couldn't stand not having a man!"

"Don't you have a man yourself? There are plenty of women with this kind of 'sensory itch,' and I haven't seen anyone go looking for other men to relieve the itch like you!"

Yang Wanji was furious at her shameless attitude.

The guy in white shoes chuckled awkwardly, "Uncle, you have no idea, Er Doubao's thing is pitifully small, it can't even reach inside me. You know this kind of disease best, the main problem is that it itches terribly inside!"

As he spoke, the guy in white shoes actually scratched his pants hard a couple of times, twisting his legs, looking very lewd.

Over the years of practicing medicine, Yang Wanji had encountered many women suffering from this disease. They were generally quite distraught, which didn't surprise him. He sneered, "If you didn't have this disease, would you be so itchy? You say you're not a rotten woman, then let me ask you, how did you get this disease? You wouldn't say your man infected you

, would you? I believe Erdoubao didn't have the opportunity to be with other women; he definitely wouldn't have gotten this disease first!" Xiaobaixie's eyes darted around, somewhat embarrassed. She lowered her gaze and said, "I didn't say my man infected me, but I was forced to have those kinds of things with other men back then. Everyone knows what happened in 1960. Two members of my family starved to death. To prevent my sixteen-year-old daughter from starving, I stole two steamed buns from the brigade canteen. I was caught by the brigade leader, Liu Kui, who threatened to criticize me. I had no choice but to have those things with him. Afterwards, he slept with my daughter like a beast. Everyone knows I was forced that time, just to prevent my daughter from starving!"

"Don't bring up that matter. Of course I know about it. You wouldn't say that Liu Kui infected you with your illness, would you? In these surrounding villages, I know almost everyone who has that disease and who doesn't. I believe that Liu Kui, as the brigade secretary at that time, wouldn't have had that disease. Could he have infected you with your illness?"

The woman in white shoes was speechless after being exposed, but after a while, she still tried to argue, "Who knows if he has that disease? Anyway, besides my man, Liu Kui was the first man to have me. Before that, I was a good girl!"

Although Yang Wanji admitted that the woman in white shoes was not a very flirtatious woman at the beginning, in his mind, a woman with this disease, no matter what the reason, was a bad woman and did not deserve sympathy. So he snorted and said, "Since you won't say who infected you with your illness, then I'll say it for you. Your illness was infected by Qu Haishan, am I right?"

The woman in white shoes lowered her gaze, looking embarrassed, and whispered, "Of course, you can't hide this from me, but what happened between Qu Haishan and me wasn't my choice. After Liu Kui hanged himself, even the Four Cleanups Work Group made mistakes. My older brother, who was the head of the work group at the time, was also punished. But back then, people attributed Liu Kui's death to me, saying that my accusation of Liu Kui raping my mother and me was fabricated. At that time, the brigade leader, Qu Haishan, found me and threatened to hold me accountable, but he hinted that if I had an affair with him, he would cover it up. What could a woman like me do? I could only submit to him. Since what happened between Qu Haishan and me, I've gotten this illness, that's a fact, but what could I do?"

"And then what? You didn't just have that kind of thing with Qu Haishan, did you? You know best how many men in the village you've slept with, and everyone in the village knows. What are you pretending to be chaste for?"

Yang Wanji bluntly exposed him.

"Uncle, I admit I'm not a good woman anymore. I've been with many men, but that was after I got this disease. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I wanted to find a man to solve it, especially a man with a big penis. How could I endure it if I didn't do that? My man is useless!"

As he said this, Xiaobaixie's face turned red and red, and he didn't dare to look Yang Wanji in the eye.

No matter what she said, she couldn't shake off Yang Wanji's deep-seated contempt and disgust. He looked at her disdainfully and said, "Since those men can relieve your itching, then keep going to them. Why come to me for treatment?"

The woman in white shoes looked at Yang Wanji with teary eyes and said, "Uncle, it's because I don't want to be that kind of slut anymore that I want to get this cured. If it doesn't itch down there anymore, why would I let those men sleep with me? Uncle, for the sake of our kinship, please give me the medicine. I won't use it for free; I'll pay for it." "!"

At this point, a glint flashed in the white-shoes' eyes, and she said in a seductive voice, "If you don't care about money, that's fine too, Uncle. You don't have a wife anymore, and with your physique, you must be feeling restless at night. Just say the word, and I'll come and sleep with you!"

Yang Wanji felt a surge of instinctive attraction. Looking at her, he asked in a low voice, "You actually find a man like me, an old man in his sixties, attractive?"

Chapter 12: Seduction

Seeing Yang Wanji's somewhat tempted expression, the white-shoes was a little surprised. This old-fashioned man had always been indifferent to women, so why was he acting like this today? But she immediately stopped being surprised: what old man wouldn't have those kinds of desires? His wife had been dead for several years, and he was probably dying of pent-up desire. He usually just pretended to be. Thinking of this, the girl in white shoes was overjoyed. She hurriedly got up from her chair, went to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) with a flirtatious manner, grabbed Yang Wanji's hand, and said in a seductive voice, "Oh, look at what you're saying, Uncle. You're not old at all! With your physique, you're even stronger than my Erdoubao. I was afraid you wouldn't like me. As long as you're willing, I'm at your beck and call

. How about I give you one now?" Yang Wanji's actions were just a physiological impulse, which was different from his abhorrent views. He forcefully shook off her hand and cursed, "Get away from me! You're being shameless. Do you think I, Yang Wanji, am the kind of man you think I am?" The

girl in white shoes blushed and took a step back awkwardly, but she still pleaded unwillingly, saying, "Uncle, even if you don't want anything, just consider..." "Please have pity on me! We're relatives, after all. Please, just give me that prescription!"

Yang Wanji, embarrassed to belittle her further, softened his tone and said, "Who told you I can cure this kind of illness? What prescription do you have?"

The girl in white shoes hurriedly said, "Everyone says so! They say you cured many women when you were young. Not to mention others, just look at Qu Haishan's mother, Xin Damei—you cured that kind of illness! Everyone knows that!"

Mentioning Xin Damei from back then was like a knife stabbing into Yang Wanji's old wounds. His face immediately darkened, and he shouted, "Get out! Get out of here!"

The girl in white shoes felt like a thunderclap in a clear sky; she turned pale with fright and hurriedly said, "Fine, if you won't cure me, then fine. Why are you so angry? I'm leaving!" She hurriedly left the house. The girl in white shoes, filled with shame and remorse, had just stepped out of the outer room when she encountered Yang Leiluo coming towards her. Yang Leiluo had been eavesdropping under the window. When his grandfather let out a furious curse and Xiaobaixie slipped out, he quickly left the window, intending to appear as if he had just arrived.

Xiaobaixie was initially stunned, but when she saw the tall, burly young man before her was Yang Leiluo, her eyes lit up. She asked with a grin, "Dalei, why didn't you go to school today?"

Yang Leiluo stopped and looked her over, saying, "Second Aunt, you're not old, so why are you so confused? It's Sunday, what school are you going to?"

The Yang family and Xiaobaixie's husband were somewhat related, and Xiaobaixie was from the same hometown as his mother, so Yang Leiluo called her Second Aunt. Although Yang Leiluo inwardly despised this promiscuous woman, he was still polite to women at heart.

The girl in white shoes chuckled, "It's not that I'm confused. We don't have any students, and I don't even know what day of the week it is. I don't remember what day it is either."

Suddenly, she grabbed Yang Leiluo's arm and whispered, "Da Lei, come here for a second, your auntie wants to say a few words!"

Without waiting for a reply, she pulled Yang Leiluo to a secluded spot behind the house.

Yang Leiluo guessed she was talking about his grandfather's prescription, but he looked at her and deliberately asked, "Auntie, why didn't you go to work at the team today?"

"My arm hurts today, I can't work, I've already asked the team leader for leave!"

Actually, she wasn't very reliable at work every day, always working sporadically. Her family mainly relied on her husband and daughter, Qingcao, earning work points at the team.

"So you came to see my grandfather about your arm?"

Although Yang Leiluo had overheard her talking about asking her grandfather to treat her itching, he could only pretend not to know.

"I didn't come to see you about your arm, I went to your grandfather to see him about that ailment, but I got a cold shoulder!"

This was exactly what the girl in white shoes had brought him to talk about, and of course she couldn't hide it.

"What kind of ailment?"

Yang Leiluo feigned ignorance.

"Hehe, it's that kind of itching women get!"

As she spoke, she unconsciously scratched her crotch, as if it were a habitual action.

"Oh? You have that ailment too? But, can my grandfather cure it?"

Yang Leiluo had also come today for this reason, but he had to pretend to know nothing.

"Of course your grandfather can cure it. He cured many people back then, but he hasn't treated anyone in recent years, I don't know why."

The girl in white shoes seemed to want to test the boy's knowledge first.

"How would I know? Maybe he doesn't have the prescription anymore!"

Yang Leiluo hurriedly asked again, "Second Aunt, what did you bring me here for?"

The man in white shoes quickly got to the point, saying, "My lower body is so itchy, I wanted to ask your grandfather to treat it, but he absolutely refused and even scolded me. I'm begging you, please put in a good word for me. You're his grandson, your words will definitely carry weight!"

Yang Leiluo hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "I can't do anything about it. My grandfather hasn't treated this kind of illness for many years, no one can help me!"

With that, he turned to leave.

The girl in white shoes quickly grabbed him again, looking mysterious, and whispered, "Baby, if you can help me get your grandfather's prescription, I'll repay you!"

Yang Leiluo initially wanted to leave, but then he remembered he needed to verify something with her, so he stopped, wanting to chat with her for a while, and asked, "How can you repay me?"

The girl in white shoes had a frivolous look on her face, her eyes gleaming, and asked, "Have you ever been with a woman in your life?"

"I'm only sixteen, and I haven't gotten married yet, how could I have been with a woman?"

Yang Leiluo knew she was trying to seduce him again, but due to a strange impulse, he still answered her seriously.

"Then do you want to experience what it's like to have sex with a woman? It's amazing, you'll know how comfortable it is once you taste it!"

the girl in white shoes coaxed.

"Of course I want to, but I don't have a woman, how can I experience it?"

Yang Leiluo seemed genuinely curious about what that feeling was like.

"Baby, if you're willing to help me get your grandpa's prescription, then your second aunt will let you have your way with me. Your second aunt isn't old yet, and she knows a lot about that kind of thing. I guarantee she'll make you feel good!"

Little White Shoes said, her eyes unconsciously glancing at Yang Leiluo's crotch.

Chapter 13: Let Her Infect Him

Yang Leiluo was a teenager in the throes of puberty, and being precocious, he was unusually fascinated by the sexual encounters between men and women. After being teased by Xiaobaixie, although he felt disgusted by this woman, his physiological instincts were uncontrollable. However, his reason told him that he should not provoke this woman, but he also wanted to confirm something, so he followed up on her words and asked, "Don't you have that kind of disease? If I do that with you, will I get infected?"

Xiaobaixie hurriedly said, "What are you afraid of, you're a man? Men actually feel quite comfortable when they have that kind of disease. It's itchy, and you can scratch it yourself. It's not as uncomfortable as it is for women. Besides, if you have this disease, your grandfather can cure you. That's perfect! That way, you can get the prescription!"

"Second Aunt, can women's diseases really be transmitted to men?"

This was what Yang Leiluo wanted to confirm.

"Of course it's contagious! The disease is transmitted from men to women, then from women to men, and then from men to other women. Otherwise, why would so many people in our village be infected?"

Yang Leiluo was certain that women could indeed transmit the disease to men. A thought suddenly struck him: if he just said he had the disease without any explanation, his grandfather wouldn't believe him. If he really had the disease, his grandfather would definitely treat him, and then he could get the medicine. But to really get the disease, he would have to have sex with a woman who had it. So why not take this opportunity to let Xiaobaixie infect him with the disease? Thinking this, his physical instincts were reacting even more strongly, and his penis was already very hard.

Seeing Yang Leiluo lost in his fantasies, Xiaobaixie pressed her advantage, saying, "Baby, don't hesitate. The feeling of fucking a woman is amazing. Once you've tasted it, you'll want to do it again. Today, your aunt will let you be a man!"

Yang Leiluo's body was indeed agitated. Looking at her, he said, "But I'm not sure I can get the prescription from Grandpa, so I still can't do that with you!"

Xiaobaixie twisted her increasingly agitated body, saying somewhat desperately, "It's okay. Even if you can't get your grandpa's prescription, it's okay. I won't regret it. As long as you promise to go to your grandpa and find a way, I'll make you feel good right now!"

This was also Xiaobaixie's actual desire. Even without asking for this kind of deal, she especially longed to be played with by a strong young man like Yang Leiluo. Moreover, her eyes had already caught sight of the tent in his crotch, and she guessed that what was inside must be very, very big.

Yang Leiluo was overcome with physical urges, and he genuinely wanted Xiaobaixie to infect him with that disease. He felt his blood rush and his breathing quicken. He asked, "Second Aunt, where should we do it?"

Xiaobaixie looked around for a moment, then pulled Yang Leiluo to a corner next to the outhouse. Xiaobaixie's desire for Yang Leiluo aroused her intense itching; she desperately wanted to swallow his hard member. Xiaobaixie hastily pulled down her pants.

When Yang Leiluo finally saw the dark tuft of hair between Xiaobaixie's legs and the purplish-brown groove within, he suddenly thought of his aunt, Cui Huahua. He had seen his aunt's private parts for the first time in the outhouse today, but his aunt's were more attractive than Xiaobaixie's; they were purplish-red, unlike hers which was purplish-brown. Instantly, he thought of filth.

Suddenly, he regretted it. He was still a virgin, how could he give his first time to a woman like this? That would make him worthless. Even if he wanted to get that kind of disease, he could go to his aunt. Giving his first time to his aunt would be something he would do willingly and worthwhile.

Thinking this, Yang Leiluo fastened his loosened belt again. Breathing heavily, he said, "Second Aunt, I can't ask you today. Let's wait until I actually get Grandpa's prescription. I can't take advantage of you until I get it!"

With that, he hurriedly fled.

The little white shoe was left hanging there, like a person with a dry cough seeing water, only to have it suddenly disappear. She twisted uncomfortably for a moment, then suddenly spread her legs, bent down, and reached into her crotch, using her two longest fingers to forcefully shove them into her cleft, letting out a dry moan!

Yang Leiluo, frantic and agitated, rushed into his grandfather's room, still breathing heavily, his face flushed. Yang Wanji scrutinized him with surprise and asked, "Da Lei, what's wrong?"

Yang Lei hurriedly covered up, saying, "I just got chased by San Mihu's big yellow dog, damn it!"

Yang Wanji looked at him with suspicion for a while, then asked, "Why do you have time to come see your grandpa today? Have you forgotten your grandpa, you little bastard?"

Yang Lei calmed down from his earlier agitation, forced a couple of laughs, and said, "It's Sunday today. Usually, when I want to see you, I don't have the time."

Yang Wanji was still full of suspicion and asked, "You don't have something on your mind today, do you?"

He seemed to sense something from his earlier unusual expression.

Yang Lei had come to take care of something important and didn't want to be hypocritical, so he stammered, "Grandpa, I really have something important to ask you."

"What is it? Tell me, I knew you wouldn't come if there wasn't something wrong!"

Yang Wanji said, picking up his pipe again and starting to smoke the tobacco into the bowl.

Yang Leiluo's heart pounded, and sweat beaded on his nose. He didn't know what kind of repercussions this lie would bring. He struggled for a long time before finally gritting his teeth, lowering his head, and saying, "Grandpa, I've come to you for treatment."

"Treatment? What's wrong? Got a cold?"

Yang Wanji scrutinized him carefully.

"It's not that kind of illness!"

Yang Leiluo finally spoke; since he was here, he had to tell the truth.

"What kind of illness?"

Yang Wanji didn't react immediately, because he never dreamed that such an illness would be related to the Yang family.

“It’s that kind of itching that all the women in the village get,” Yang Leiluo said, beads of sweat already dripping down his face.

“Huh?”

Yang Wanji’s eyes widened as if struck by lightning. After a long while, he shouted, “How did you get this disease?”

“Not long ago, I had that kind of thing with Xiaobaixie, and then it started itching terribly!”

Yang Leiluo had been struggling with the idea of getting the disease from messing around with a woman when he came, but after meeting Xiaobaixie, that role just made sense.

“You shameless bastard!”

With Yang Wanji’s hoarse curses, his men rushed over, raised their pipes, and slapped Yang Leiluo on the forehead.

Yang Leiluo felt a buzzing in his head; he felt like he must have gotten a bump. But this was something he had expected, so he could only rub his head and remain silent.

“How did you get involved with that slut?”

Yang Wanji roared.

"She approached me first, and I couldn't resist sleeping with her!"

Yang Leiluo said dryly, enduring the pain in his forehead.

"Slap! Slap!" Yang Wanji raised his hand and slapped him twice, making Yang Leiluo see stars. But he still endured it. He was a martial arts practitioner and more resilient than others.

Yang Wanji spun around on the ground several times like a top, then suddenly appeared in front of Yang Leiluo, staring at him for a full ten seconds before saying warily, "Kid, you're not lying to me, are you? You said you're sick? Okay, take your pants off, let me check!"

As soon as Yang Wanji said this, Yang Leiluo realized his plan had failed, and he regretted not wearing his white sneakers earlier. It seems that next time he'll really have to be infected before coming to see his grandfather.

Chapter 14: A Failure

Yang Leiluo suddenly understood why his grandfather had only slapped him twice with his pipe. In his mind, this was a very light punishment. Yang Leiluo stood there without moving, still insisting, "Grandpa, I really have that disease. That disease doesn't have any symptoms, just itching. You can't see anything when you examine me!"

"Boy, don't lie to me. I know that disease best. I can tell at a glance. Hurry up and take off your pants so I can examine you!"

Yang Wanji sneered, staring at him.

"Grandpa, I won't lie to you. I really have the disease!"

Yang Leiluo still stood there without moving.

"Take them off!"

With Yang Wanji's more irritable voice, he slapped his forehead with his pipe again.

Yang Leiluo dared not resist anymore and could only hurriedly say, "I'll take them off, I'll take them off!"

But his movements were hesitant and dawdling. Although he knew he couldn't escape his grandfather's inspection, what embarrassed him was that his manhood was still erect. It had a remarkable stamina, refusing to slump easily. It had almost exploded from the stimulation of the white shoes, swelling to its maximum size, and even after entering his grandfather's room and experiencing that panic, it hadn't shrunk. Yang Leiluo was embarrassed to let his grandfather see his unworthy member. He tried to

relax, trying not to think about anything related to women, but it still didn't seem to shrink. Finally, he had no choice but to pull down his pants and underwear, standing there blushing.

Seeing how erect and impressive Yang Leiluo's manhood was, almost disproportionate to his age, Yang Wanji was also somewhat surprised. He said, "Kid, I didn't know..." After a while, Yang Wanji stood up, a relieved expression on his face, and said, "You really were lying to me, kid. You don't have that kind of disease."

Yang Leiluo knew his plan had failed, but he was still unwilling to give up. He said, "Grandpa, I really feel itchy, itchy so badly. If I didn't have that disease, would I be so itchy?" Yang

Wanji chuckled and said, "You're developing too fast, and you're always daydreaming. How could you not be itchy? Just focus on your studies from now on. Anyway, you're not sick!" Yang

Leiluo looked dejected and had no choice but to pull up his pants, lowering his head and speechless for a moment. Perhaps he knew that continuing the lie was pointless.

Yang Wanji sat back down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), puffing his pipe with his tobacco while scrutinizing him. He asked, "Tell me, why did you lie to me? Did Little White Shoes send you?"

Yang Leiluo's eyes darted around as he said, "How could she send me? Why would I lie to you for her? Grandpa, actually, there's nothing between Little White Shoes and me. I made it all up! " "

Now that your lie about being sick has been exposed, there's no need for the lie about having an affair with 'Little White Shoes' anymore.

" "Heh heh, I know you and her aren't having an affair, but didn't you see her when you came here?"

Yang Wanji felt a dark cloud of unease as he recalled Little White Shoes' earlier harassment.

Yang Leiluo knew his grandfather wouldn't believe him if he said he hadn't seen Little White Shoes, so he said, "I did see her, but we just greeted each other and passed by. She didn't say anything to me!"

Yang Leiluo was a clever boy; he couldn't let his grandfather think he was here to ask for medicine for Little White Shoes. If he did, his grandfather would never give him the medicine, and he'd have no chance in the future.

Yang Wanji scrutinized him closely and asked, "If Little White Shoes didn't send you to lie to me, then who sent you? You're clearly here to steal my prescription!"

Yang Leiluo thought for a moment, then said, "Grandpa, to tell you the truth, one of my classmates' mothers has this disease, and she asked me to come and ask you for the prescription for that disease!"

Yang Leiluo would never dare say that his aunt had that disease, so he continued to fabricate lies.

Yang Wanji's bright eyes scanned him, and he asked again, "Your classmate's mother? How did she know I could cure this disease!" "

My classmate is from the same brigade as us, the seventh team. Of course he heard that you could cure this disease. You could cure it, but you refused!"

Yang Wanji thought for a moment and stopped doubting. In Jiapigou Brigade, it wasn't just the women in Jiapigou Village who had this disease; other villages had it too. Over the years, patients had been coming to him through various channels and connections to ask for medicine. Da Lei was a very righteous young man, and of course he wanted to help his classmate. Thinking of this, Yang Wanji said, "Kid, don't do things like this again. I've sworn never to cure this disease again. Even if you drag my father out of his grave, I won't agree!"

Yang Leiluo seemed unable to understand his grandfather's stubbornness and said, "Grandpa, why are you like this? Didn't you say that curing people is a good deed?" "But why don't you treat those women who are suffering?"

"Kid, doing good deeds is good, I see patients every day, but I shouldn't treat this kind of disease. Women who have this disease are not good women, they deserve this punishment, do you understand now?"

"But, not all women who have this disease are bad women, right?"

Yang Leiluo thought of his aunt and argued indignantly.

"There aren't many good women!"

Yang Wanji said decisively, waving his hand.

"Grandpa, you're a doctor, you treat patients to make money, why do you care if she's a good woman or a bad woman? If she gives you money, you sell her medicine, is it necessary to be so stubborn?"

Yang Leiluo seemed to have a lot to say.

Yang Wanji suddenly became agitated, shouting, "Boy, you don't need to lecture me! Do you know why I don't treat women's illnesses like this? Years ago, I kindly cured a woman's illness, and instead of being grateful, she framed me, almost killing me! I hate women with this disease; they deserve to be tormented to death by it!"

Yang Leiluo, curious about this unresolved issue his grandfather had been carrying, asked, "Grandpa, tell me, who was that woman who framed you? What exactly happened?"

Yang Wanji pondered for a moment, then said impatiently, "I'll tell you later. If you have nothing else to say, get lost!"

Clearly, Yang Wanji was upset because of what had just happened.

Knowing his grandfather's eccentric temper, Yang Leiluo didn't dare to press the matter further. Thinking he would find another way to get his grandfather's prescription later, he left his grandfather's house dejectedly.

Yang Lei walked along the village street, which was getting a bit hot around noon. He was annoyed that he hadn't been able to do the thing his aunt had asked him to do, and he thought about how his aunt was suffering from that illness. He walked listlessly.

When Yang Leiluo reached the woodpile at Sanmihu's house, a woman suddenly darted out from behind and hugged him from behind. (
Chapter 15, March 25th: A Very Comfortable Thing)

Yang Leiluo turned around in surprise and saw that the woman hugging him was Xiaobaixie. He could clearly feel Xiaobaixie's two ball-like breasts bouncing against his back. After a moment of impulse, he quickly released Xiaobaixie's hands from his waist and said, "Second Aunt, what are you doing? You startled me!"

Xiaobaixie looked at him expectantly and said, "Of course I was waiting for you to come back. Didn't you promise to go to your grandfather's to get a prescription for me? How did it go?"

Yang Leiluo looked dejected and said, "You still wanted to get a prescription? I almost got beaten to death by my grandfather!"

He pointed to the two red marks on his forehead from scratching with his pipe and said, "Look what he did to me?"

Xiaobaixie was disappointed and asked, "So, you didn't get the prescription?"

"Of course I didn't get it. My grandpa said even if he dragged his father out of his grave..." Little White Shoes seemed unwilling to give up, so she asked, "Then what did you say to your grandpa? Tell me about it."

"What could I say? If I said I was there to get medicine for you, then there was even less chance! Of course, I lied and said I had that kind of disease myself. But my grandpa wasn't so easy to fool. He beat me up first, and then forced me to take off my pants for a checkup. Can you believe how unlucky I was?"

"He really could find out." "What do you think? What does my grandpa do? Of course he could find out. I didn't have that disease, but I insisted I did. Can you believe I got better? He almost beat me to death!"

Little White Shoes' eyes dimmed with frustration for a moment, then suddenly her eyes flashed, and she said, "Honey, I have a way!"

"What way?"

Yang Lei looked at her warily.

“Sweetie, if you really got this disease, your grandpa would definitely take out that medicine to cure you, and then you would get his prescription, right?”

Little White Shoes started thinking of this method again.

“How could I get this disease?”

Although Yang Leiluo had already realized what Little White Shoes’ method was, he still subconsciously asked this question.

The woman in white shoes glanced cautiously around, and seeing no one was paying attention, whispered, "Didn't your second aunt tell you before? I can infect you. As long as you do 'that' with me, I guarantee you'll get it!"

Yang Leiluo's lower body convulsed instinctively again, as if he was about to have another reaction, but he quickly frowned and said, "You make it sound so easy, but what do I get out of it? Just to get you a prescription, I'd get that kind of disease?"

"Silly boy, of course you have something in mind. Didn't I tell you? It's very pleasurable for a man to have sex with a woman, it's the happiest thing in the world. Otherwise, why would men try so hard to have sex with women? You haven't tasted this feeling yet. Your second aunt is practically offering you sex, and you're not happy about it? This is a win-win situation!"

As she spoke, she unbuttoned the top of her shirt, deliberately revealing her half-naked breasts that her undershirt couldn't contain.

Although Yang Leiluo's blood was rushing uncontrollably from the stimulation, he still held back. He knew perfectly well that even if he really did have the disease and got his grandfather's medicine this way, he could only use it to treat his aunt, not give it to Xiaobaixie. He shouldn't provoke her. First, he couldn't give her the prescription after sleeping with her; he couldn't explain it. Second, he couldn't give his virginity to such a rotten woman. Even if he wanted to get the disease, it should be his aunt who infected him. Thinking this, he didn't want to get entangled with her anymore. He said, "Second Aunt, it still won't work. Even if I really have this disease, my grandfather won't treat me, so I still can't get the prescription. I'll think of another way later. If I get the prescription, I'll definitely give it to you!"

With that, he hurriedly left.

"Da Lei! If you want it, come find Second Aunt!"

Xiaobaixie called out in a trembling voice from behind, unwilling to give up.

Yang Lei didn't dare turn his head and hurried away. His home was at the west end, and his grandfather's home was at the east end. He had to walk a long way to get home. After walking quite a distance, he looked back, but the figure in the white shoes was already gone. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, Yang Leiluo suddenly heard a loud, urgent bicycle bell behind him. When he turned around, a handsome boy about his age had already ridden up to him on a brand-new bicycle. Damn it, it was his nemesis, Qu Yong, the brigade leader's son. There were several reasons why Qu Yong was his nemesis: first, Qu Yong's father and Yang Leiluo's father were rivals, constantly vying for power; second, Qu Yong was the brigade leader's son, while Yang Leiluo was the brigade secretary's son, their family statuses were roughly equal; third, Qu Yong was also shamelessly competing with him for the beautiful Feng Dongmei.

Qu Yong slammed on the brakes, rang the bell, and boasted, "Da Lei, look at my new bicycle! It's a Flying Pigeon, a famous brand! How does it compare to yours?"

Yang Lei glanced at his bicycle disdainfully and said, "I've had my bike for three years. When I first bought it, it was better than yours—a Red Flag brand. What are you showing off for?"

Qu Yong didn't continue showing off his bicycle but smiled slyly, "From now on, I want to carry Feng Dongmei to school every day, so you won't have to carry her anymore!"

Yang Lei curled his lip dismissively and said, "If Feng Dongmei wants you to carry her, that's fine. What's the point of telling me?"

"Hehe, I'm going to find her now!"

Qu Yong made a sly face and pedaled off at breakneck speed.

*Dream on!* Yang Lei cursed inwardly as he watched him ride away.

When Yang Leiluo returned to his front door, he saw a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old in a floral shirt looking in his direction from afar, clearly waiting for him. At first, he thought it was Feng Dongmei.

But as he got closer, he realized it wasn't Feng Dongmei. Yang Leiluo's heart skipped a beat: it was actually Chu Erya.

Chapter 16: A Natural Stomach Ache

Chu Er Ya's real name is Chu Xiao Hong. She is seventeen years old this year, one year older than Yang Lei Luo. Chu Er Ya is the second daughter of Chu Lao Tian. She is a pretty girl with arched eyebrows, delicate eyes, and a rosy oval face. Although her family is poor and her clothes are always simple and old, they are always neat, and the drab clothes cannot hide her beautiful figure. Chu Er Ya's family has a bad class background, her father is in poor health, and her parents have many children, so they are extremely poor and can hardly afford to send their children to school. She is the luckiest one, managing to finish primary school, but she still dropped out to work in the production team to earn work points. During her primary school years, she was classmates with Yang Lei Luo, and their relationship can be described as childhood sweethearts.

Because Chu Er Ya's family is classified as rich peasants, belonging to the "four categories of enemies" among the class enemies, they are always inferior to those from poor and lower-middle peasant families. They always have to be humble and subservient in their dealings with others, so Chu Er Ya's expression is always melancholy and humble. Although Yang Leiluo was from a poor peasant family and the son of a cadre, his relationship with Chu Erya was not affected by their social class. Yang Leiluo was the only poor peasant son Chu Erya could interact with on an equal footing in Jiapigou Village.

Chu Erya seemed to have been waiting for Yang Leiluo at his doorstep for a long time. Seeing him, she went to greet him, excited yet shy, calling out, "Da Lei, you're back?"

Yang Leiluo looked at her curiously and asked, "Erya, why didn't you go to work in the team today?"

For some reason, Chu Erya blushed and said, "I'm sick today. My mother didn't let me go to work; she told me to rest for two days!"

"Ah? Sick? What kind of sickness?"

Yang Leiluo was quite nervous about what had happened that day; the mention of a woman's illness immediately brought to mind a kind of female itch.

"I don't have anything serious, just a stomachache!"

Chu Erya stammered.

"Oh, your stomach hurts!"

Yang Leiluo was somewhat relieved and said, "If your stomach hurts, go ask my grandpa for some medicine. It's really effective. Once when I had a stomachache, I just took two packets of medicine and I was fine by nightfall!"

Chu Erya chuckled and said, "Silly boy, how can my stomachache be the same as yours? I don't need to take medicine!"

Yang Leiluo was a little confused and said, "What's different about stomachaches?"

Chu Erya's face turned even redder, and she stammered, "It's just my period, that causes natural stomachaches. I don't need to take medicine. My mom said it'll be fine in a couple of days!"

Yang Leiluo suddenly felt embarrassed and quickly changed the subject, asking, "Were you waiting for me?"

"Yes, I've been at your house for a long time. My aunt said you went to grandpa's house, so I came to the door to wait for you. I've been waiting for a long time!"

It was common for Chu Erya to come and see him from time to time, but for her to wait like this, there must be something wrong, right? Yang Leiluo looked at her and asked, "You've waited so long for me, it must be something important, especially since you have a stomachache!"

"Oh, I wanted to borrow your middle school textbooks!"

Chu Erya looked at him expectantly.

Yang Leiluo was surprised and asked, "Why do you need your middle school textbooks?"

Chu Erya looked at him with a worried expression and said, "I want to study the middle school curriculum on my own. I'll never have the chance to study in my life, but I'm not willing to accept it. I just want to learn some knowledge, even if it's not useful, it will enrich myself!"

Yang Leiluo felt a surge of emotion. It was indeed a pity that Chu Erya didn't go to school. In elementary school, she was always first in her class in every exam, but her family couldn't afford it. Yang Leiluo quickly said, "No problem, I support you. I've kept my middle school textbooks very well. Come with me to the house to find them!"

After entering the house, Yang Leiluo heard his aunt in the east room cooing to a child, so he didn't disturb her and led Chu Erya directly to the west room. The two chatted for a while longer, and then Yang Leiluo started looking for junior high school textbooks for her. He first gave her all the textbooks for the first year of junior high, telling her to start from there, and promising to come to him if she had any questions. Chu Erya's eyes were filled with warmth and excitement.

Yang Leiluo escorted Chu Erya to the courtyard gate, but she stopped, her eyes darting around as if she had something to say. Yang Leiluo asked, "Erya, is there anything else?"

Chu Erya hesitated for a long time before saying with a melancholy look, "Yesterday, Captain Qu came to my house to propose marriage to me." Yang Leiluo was surprised and asked, "Propose marriage to you? You're only seventeen and you already want to get married?"

"It's not that I want to get married, it's just that my parents said it's time to find a suitable family." "Then who did Qu Haishan propose you to?"

Yang Leiluo asked nervously.

"It's Sun Dabao, the militia company commander of our brigade!"

Chu Erya said, looking up at Yang Leiluo.

"Huh? Sun Dabao?"

Yang Leiluo exclaimed almost in astonishment. "How old is Sun Dabao? Probably thirty, right?"

"Yes, Captain Qu said Sun Dabao is exactly thirty this year." "You're going to marry a man thirteen years older than you?"

Yang Leiluo stared at her, his eyes wide and mouth agape.

"It's not that I want to marry him, it's that my mother said that although he's a bit older, he has a good family background and is a brigade cadre. As long as he doesn't mind our family's bad background, that's fine!"

"So what if our family background is bad? Does having a bad family background mean you should lower your status?"

Yang Leiluo shouted impulsively.

Chu Erya looked at him warmly and said, "For a daughter like me, a member of a 'four categories' (classified criminal elements), it's really hard to find someone of similar age with a good class background. Would you be willing to marry a daughter from a 'four categories' family?"

"That's not necessarily true!"

Yang Leiluo almost didn't know how to answer such a conflicted question, so he only mumbled something before quickly changing the subject, "Erya, would you be willing?"

Chu Erya scrutinized him, then stammered, "Of course I wouldn't. I rejected her, but my parents are willing and have been trying to persuade me." The two were engrossed in their conversation when suddenly a girl's voice came from behind them: "Oh my, you're already talking right here at your doorstep? Why don't you find a quieter place?"

Both of them turned around simultaneously. Behind them stood a graceful young woman. It was Feng Dongmei.

Chapter 17:

Although Feng Dongmei and Chu Erya were about the same age and each had their own unique beauty, Feng Dongmei's attire was several levels above Chu Erya's. While Feng Dongmei also wore a floral shirt and blue wool trousers, both were brand new, made of a completely different quality fabric, making her exceptionally bright and eye-catching. Feng Dongmei was already a beauty, and with her decent clothes, the difference between her and Chu Erya was striking. There was also a difference in their aura; Feng Dongmei's eyes were full of smug arrogance, while Chu Erya's face was full of timidity and humility.

All this difference was determined by their family backgrounds. Feng Dongmei was a poor peasant girl with impeccable revolutionary credentials; her father was the brigade accountant and clerk, and her family and political connections were both excellent.

Feng Dongmei stood there, brightly dressed, arms crossed, her eyes filled with jealousy and hostility as she looked at them.

Chu Erya panicked and tensed, lowering her eyes as she said, "I came to borrow a book from Da Lei." "Borrow a book? What do you want to borrow a book for?"

Feng Dongmei stared suspiciously at the book Chu Erya was holding.

Chu Erya didn't dare admit she wanted to study on her own, so she vaguely said, "I just look at it casually when I have free time!"

Feng Dongmei, seeing that Chu Erya was holding a junior high school textbook, said with even more disdain, "Heh, you still need to study junior high school? Can you even understand it? But it's still useful for reforming your landlord class's worldview!"

Chu Erya, of course, didn't have the courage to confront Feng Dongmei, so she said nothing more and hurriedly turned and left.

Feng Dongmei watched Chu Erya's departing figure, then turned back and asked Yang Leiluo, "What were you talking about just now? You seemed quite engrossed in it?"

Although Yang Leiluo and Feng Dongmei did have a relationship that went beyond ordinary, her questioning, especially her condescending and disdainful attitude towards Chu Erya, had already made him uncomfortable. He said, "I can only tell you that we weren't talking about love. Do you want to know what else we talked about?"

"Since you weren't talking about love, why are you in contact so frequently?"

Feng Dongmei pressed on.

"The three of us were classmates in elementary school. Is there any difference between me contacting you and me contacting her? Why can't I associate with Chu Erya?"

Yang Leiluo retorted.

"Of course there's a difference. You're from the proletariat, she's from the landlord class. What common ground do you have? You're always so close to the daughter of the 'four categories' (class enemies, nobles, and peasants). Aren't you afraid of being corrupted?"

Feng Dongmei knew she couldn't win an argument with Yang Leiluo, so she always tried to subdue him with political rhetoric.

Yang Leiluo was extremely disgusted by her behavior, but there was nothing he could do. He said helplessly, "Dongmei, how can you, at such a young age, be acting like an adult? Her father is a 'four categories' element, what does that have to do with her? Just because her father is a rich peasant doesn't mean she's still a rich peasant!"

"That's not much better. Be careful she doesn't win you over! Anyway, I feel your relationship is unusual. You wouldn't date the daughter of a 'four categories' element, would you?"

"I'll say it again, we're not dating, but I can't stop associating with her just because she's a 'four categories' element. We're classmates, childhood friends!"

"Fine, fine, I won't argue with you anymore. Even if you date her, it's none of my business! As long as you're not afraid of being affected!"

Feng Dongmei said angrily.

“Dongmei, there’s really nothing between her and me, don’t overthink it, okay?”

Yang Leiluo immediately changed the subject, asking, “By the way, did Qu Yong come looking for you just now?”

Feng Dongmei seemed troubled, saying, “Why would he want to see me? What do you mean?”

“How would I know why he wanted to see you? I ran into him on the street just now, and he said he was looking for you!”

Yang Leiluo scrutinized her expression.

“He sees me every day, but I’m too lazy to talk to him, unlike some other people,” Feng Dongmei said with a double entendre.

Yang Leiluo laughed awkwardly, saying, “Dongmei, why don’t you come to my house for a while?”

Feng Dongmei began to soften her expression, saying, “What’s fun at your house? I’d like to go for a walk by the Yueyue River this afternoon!”

Yang Leiluo said with difficulty, “This afternoon? I’m afraid I don’t have time. I haven’t finished the task Teacher Su gave me!”

“What task did Su Xiaomeng give you this time?” Feng Dongmei asked in surprise.

"It's that speech she asked me to write for the July 1st celebration!"

"That's a teacher's meeting, what does it have to do with you? Can't she write it herself? Why would she ask you to write it?"

Feng Dongmei was a little displeased.

"She's a math teacher, she's not good at writing these things. She asked me to write it, how could I refuse? She's our homeroom teacher, she's always been so nice to us!"

"That's because she's nice to you, I don't feel like she's nice to me. Su Xiaomeng is too nice to you, isn't she?"

Feng Dongmei's tone was a little sour.

"Look at you, you're thinking the wrong way again! Well then, I won't write that this afternoon, let's go play by the river!"

Yang Leiluo knew the important place Feng Dongmei held in his heart, and always had to tolerate her when she was unhappy.

"You want to go? I don't want to go, I don't want to force anyone!"

With that, she turned around and left.

Yang Leiluo called her anxiously several times from behind before Feng Dongmei turned around, making a face and saying, "I suddenly remembered, I haven't written my essay yet! I have to write it this afternoon too. Let's go next Sunday!"

Yang Leiluo finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself: Girls are so unpredictable.

With a heavy heart, Yang Leiluo entered his aunt's east room, but his aunt wasn't there. His aunt's child was sleeping peacefully in the cradle. Yang Leiluo then turned and went to his own room in the east room, but still couldn't find his aunt. He guessed she must have gone to the outhouse.

He went back to his aunt's room to wait. He waited for a long time, but his aunt still didn't return, and he felt a little doubtful and nervous. Could going to the outhouse take so long? A strange unease made him restless. He got up, left the room, and headed towards the outhouse. (This book will definitely be no less than 1 million words. There are currently 400,000 words in the manuscript. After it's published, it will be 8,000 to 10,000 words per day. Please feel free to add it to your collection!

Chapter 18: Bright Red Fingers

) Yang Leiluo walked hesitantly towards the outhouse because he was still embarrassed by his encounter with his aunt in the outhouse that morning. The special feeling of his aunt's small hand holding his manhood was still hard for him to forget. It was a shy yet inexplicable pleasure, an indescribable yet unforgettable wonderful taste.

Cui Huahua was indeed in the outhouse. Just as Yang Leiluo was about to reach the outhouse, Cui Huahua nervously emerged from the outhouse. She came out of the outhouse, her hand still frantically fastening the buttons on the side opening of her trousers. Back then, women all wore side-opening trousers with hooks on the openings, so there was no need for a belt. Perhaps Cui Huahua heard footsteps outside the outhouse; she hurriedly pulled up her trousers and rushed out. Seeing that it was Yang Leiluo, Cui Huahua's tense expression relaxed considerably, but her face was still slightly flushed.

She looked at Yang Leiluo, who had stopped and was staring at her, with a hint of reproach, and said, "Why did you come as soon as I came to the outhouse?"

As she said this, she was, of course, thinking about the embarrassing incident that morning.

Yang Leiluo also seemed embarrassed. He explained, "I didn't come to the outhouse to relieve myself; I came to find you!"

"You're looking for me? What do you want? Weren't you chatting with Chu Erya outside?"

Cui Huahua looked at him with glistening eyes.

Fearing she would press him about his conversation with Chu Erya, Yang Leiluo evasively said, "I've been back for a long time. I didn't see you in the house, so I guessed you went to the outhouse. But I waited and waited, and you still hadn't returned. I was worried something might have happened to you, so I rushed to the outhouse to check on you!"

"What could possibly have happened to me?"

Cui Huahua said softly. She seemed to feel a warmth in her heart; it seemed this young man really was thinking of her all the time.

"How could something not have happened? What happened at the cemetery is nothing!"

In fact, Yang Leiluo was genuinely worried about his aunt; the humiliation she had suffered at the cemetery still haunted him.

"Isn't this our home? What could possibly have happened?"

Cui Huahua's face flushed even more at the mention of the cemetery, and her eyes darted around, lowered.

"Auntie, why did it take you so long in the outhouse?"

Yang Leiluo, who had been staring at her, finally asked. He genuinely felt that his aunt had been in the outhouse for far too long.

"Are you really unaware, or are you just pretending? If it was just to pee, why would it take so long?"

As she spoke, Cui Huahua subconsciously put one hand behind her back.

Yang Leiluo, recalling what he'd seen his aunt scratching her private parts that morning and the illness she'd mentioned, seemed to understand what she was doing in the outhouse. Still concerned, he asked, "Auntie, are you itching unbearably again?"

Cui Huahua nodded shyly and whispered, "It itches so much when I come up here, it's unbearable, it takes a long time to subside. Do you think I'm addicted to the outhouse?"

Yang Leiluo stared at her, suddenly noticing something strange: his aunt's right hand was always hidden behind her back, looking odd. Curious, Yang Leiluo asked, "Auntie, what are you holding in your hand? Why are you hiding it behind your back?" Cui Huahua became

even more flustered, saying, "Nothing hidden, I just like to keep my hands behind my back like this." Cui Huahua's flustered nervousness only fueled Yang Leiluo's curiosity. Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, he suddenly turned around and looked behind her to examine her hand. Yang Leiluo was immediately astonished. Cui Huahua's right hand was empty; instead, there were bright red bloodstains on her middle and index fingers. Yang Leiluo hurriedly called out, "Auntie, what happened to your hand? Why is it bleeding? Are you injured?"

Seeing that she couldn't hide her secret any longer, Cui Huahua stopped covering her hand and blushed, saying, "My hand isn't injured. The blood is from inside!"

Yang Leiluo was even more shocked. He immediately imagined his aunt's fingers deeply inserted into her vagina, poking hard until it bled. He could only imagine how intensely itchy it must have been. This disease was so cruel, ravaging a woman like this. He felt heartbroken and anxious, and couldn't help but say, "Auntie, you've scratched it until it bleeds! This is terrible! What should we do?"

Seeing his genuine concern, Cui Huahua was grateful and, forgetting her embarrassment, said, "Don't be silly! It's not what you think. The blood isn't from an injury; it's from my period! Don't be afraid." Yang Leiluo finally understood; the blood on his aunt's fingers was her menstrual blood. But even that was cruel—scratching it while menstruating. At that moment, he was tormented, determined to get the prescription from his grandfather to cure his aunt's illness. He impulsively said, "Auntie, I must find a way to help you!"

Cui Huahua was also preoccupied with the result of his earlier visit to Yang Wanji, but it wasn't appropriate to ask here, so she hurriedly said, "What are you standing here for? Let's go back inside quickly, it'll be troublesome if the child wakes up!"

With that, she quickly walked towards the door.

Back inside, Cui Huahua saw the child still sleeping in the cradle. She hurriedly washed her dirty hands in the washbasin; the water had turned red. Embarrassed, she took the basin outside and poured it out.

After returning, Cui Huahua sat on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), looking expectantly at Yang Leiluo standing before her, seemingly waiting for him to mention going to his grandfather's house to get the medicine.

Yang Leiluo, however, stared at the gracefully seated Cui Huahua with a fascinated gaze. Because of the heat, Cui Huahua was only wearing a simple white cotton vest. Her two very full breasts pushed the vest up high, making the pointed outlines of her nipples particularly clear. Perhaps she had plenty of milk, as it often leaked out, leaving two brownish milk stains on the areas where the nipples were pressed against the vest. Moreover, the deep cleavage that was faintly visible at the neckline of her vest was so mysterious and beautiful that it made Yang Leiluo's eyes pop into them. Yang Leiluo was most obsessed with women's breasts.

Cui Huahua was embarrassed by his gaze and scolded him, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen it before? Tell me quickly, did you get the medicine from your grandfather?"

Yang Leiluo snapped out of his dazed state, blushing, and hurriedly said, "Auntie, I went for nothing, I didn't get the medicine!"

Then, Yang Leiluo told her the whole story of his trip to his grandfather's house, of course, he also showed her the marks on his forehead from where his grandfather's pipe had scratched him.

Cui Huahua's eyes dimmed, and she said disappointedly, "It seems there's no hope for my illness. I can only suffer like this, worse than death!"

But then she seemed to remember something and added, "I heard that Sui Da'er can cure this kind of disease. I'll go see him tomorrow and try." Yang Leiluo immediately cried out in horror, "Auntie, you mustn't let Sui Da'er treat you! He can't cure this kind of disease at all. He just uses the excuse of treating patients to rape women!"

Sui Da'er was also the village doctor here, and there were many rumors about him raping women under the guise of treating patients. Yang Leiluo, of course, knew some of them.

Cui Huahua had also heard some of the things about Sui Da'er, but she didn't know if they were true or not. Hearing Yang Leiluo say this, she immediately gave up the idea of letting Sui Da'er treat her. But she said with infinite sorrow, "Then what should I do? I'll be tortured to death by this disease!"

As she spoke, she wiped away her tears again.

Yang Leiluo was even more distressed than her. He scratched his head, thought for a while, and said, "Auntie, I've come up with a way to get Grandpa's medicine!"

Cui Huahua hurriedly wiped away her tears and asked, "What way?"

"Auntie, only if I really have this disease will Grandpa treat me no matter how angry he gets. So, I have to really get sick before I can go to him!"

This idea was something Cui Huahua had guided him on today, and she naturally thought it was feasible. But she only planned for Yang Leiluo to pretend to be sick; she hadn't intended for him to actually get sick. This illness was truly tormenting her, making her feel like she was dying. She wouldn't care about anything else if she could be cured. She looked up at Yang Leiluo and timidly asked, "But how can you get this disease?"

Yang Leiluo's eyes darted around, embarrassed, and he stammered, "There's only one way: you infect me with that disease!"

(Chapter 19: I Promise You)

Cui Huahua blushed, her heart pounded, and her eyes darted around nervously, but her gaze unconsciously drifted towards Yang Leiluo's...that place. Ever since she accidentally saw Yang Leiluo's unusually large member this morning, and in her haste, she had actually held it for so long, the image of that thing had been lingering in her mind, and the feeling in her palm was constantly present. This was a thought that made her feel guilty and ashamed, but she couldn't suppress it. She was a young woman without a man, and a woman suffering from that intense itching disease; her physiological instincts sometimes made her deviate from the constraints of reason. That large thing truly fascinated her, but more importantly, the person who possessed it had a very intimate relationship with her.

Subconsciously, Cui Huahua longed for that thing to penetrate her unbearably itchy body, but her clear-headed reason filled her with shame. She was his aunt, and shouldn't be doing things she shouldn't be doing, much less having such chaotic thoughts; beyond shame came uneasy self-reproach. He was still a child, though mature, he was still a child in age. If something really happened, wouldn't she be committing a sin?

However, most of the time, such shame and self-reproach couldn't counteract the overwhelming craving caused by the torment of her itching. And now, this craving had transformed into a rational hope: this boy could find a way to relieve her of this terrible ailment.

Cui Huahua looked at him shyly and helplessly, and timidly said, "If you want me to infect you with this disease, then we have to do *that* kind of thing. I don't know if you've thought it through?"

Yang Leiluo knew what it meant for his manhood to enter his aunt's body, but he felt it shouldn't be an unforgivable sin. If it could cure his aunt's illness and relieve her unspeakable pain, then it wouldn't be a sin. Besides, his uncle was already gone, and his aunt's body would belong to a man sooner or later, so why couldn't he be that man? A sense of duty gave him an impulsive urge: "Aunt, I understand. There's nothing wrong with it. If you use your hand, isn't that the same as doing *that* kind of thing? Wouldn't you be ashamed if you used your fingers to insert it?"

"Da Lei, it's not about whether I'm ashamed or not. I'm saying it's unfair to you. You're still a pure boy. I'm degrading you!"

Cui Huahua's conflicted feelings were extremely real. "What's unfair about it? Isn't it very comfortable for men to do this? Don't all men try to do it? I'm taking advantage of you, how is it you ruining me?"

Yang Leiluo tried to convince his aunt by recalling the image of men doing this as the ultimate pleasure that Xiaobaixie had painted for him earlier that day.

"But, if I infect you with this disease, you won't be happy anymore. That would ruin you. How will you ever get married?"

Although Cui Huahua agreed that men usually benefit from such things, this wasn't the concept she had for the boy.

“It’s alright, Auntie, my grandfather will cure my illness. Isn’t the reason we’re doing this to get his prescription? With this prescription, both of us will be cured. What’s there to worry about?”

“But what if you don’t get the prescription? What if you get it but it doesn’t cure the illness? Wouldn’t that be putting you in danger? Wouldn’t I be harming you?”

“What ‘what ifs’? If I really get this illness, my grandfather definitely won’t abandon me. Didn’t you say this morning that my grandfather is counting on me to carry on the family line? As long as he’s willing to give me the medicine, he’ll definitely cure it. He’s cured many women of this illness in the past; he has a way to cure it!”

Cui Huahua had indeed never heard of her father-in-law having such a precious book before, and she was understandably excited for a moment. But she immediately became gloomy and said, “Even if his precious book can cure all diseases, so what? If he doesn’t want to use it to treat people, isn’t it the same as not having it at all?”

"No, Auntie, my grandpa used to say that after I finish middle school, I should go to medical school. Once I'm studying medicine, he'll pass on his medical book to me. Then, I'll be a miracle doctor, able to cure any disease!"

Yang Leiluo seemed very excited, his eyes shining. He was telling the truth. Although Yang Wanji was a famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor, neither of his two sons wanted to study medicine, and the Yang family's medical skills were in danger of being lost. Therefore, he placed his hopes for inheriting his medical skills on Yang Leiluo, constantly instilling in him the idea of studying medicine in the future. Yang Leiluo was indeed interested in studying medicine and was determined to go to medical school when he applied to university, and then become a renowned miracle doctor.

Cui Huahua certainly hoped Yang Leiluo would become a miracle doctor someday, but that was a distant dream. Right now, the itching was tormenting her. She said sadly, "When will that be? By the time you become a miracle doctor, I'll be dead from this illness!"

"Auntie, aren't we discussing how to cure your illness? This is the only way right now. Hurry up and infect me with your illness! Once I'm sick, my grandfather will definitely treat me, and then I'll give you the medicine!"

Cui Huahua lowered her eyes, still feeling incredibly anxious. She added, "If you really get sick, your parents will find out. They'll ask you how you got this disease. What will you say then?"

"Of course I'll say it's because I had that kind of thing with Xiaobaixie!"

"Won't they beat you to death? They might even kick you out of the house!"

Yang Leiluo thought for a moment and then said, "I'll ask my grandfather to help me cover this up. As long as he doesn't tell my parents, everything will be fine!"

"Is it that simple? Such a big thing, wouldn't your grandfather tell your parents?"

Cui Huahua said worriedly.

"Even if my parents found out, it wouldn't be that serious. They really wouldn't kill me, would they? Even if they did, I'd accept it. As long as you can get better, I'll risk everything!"

Yang Leiluo's passionate loyalty came from the bottom of his heart; in his heart, his aunt was more important than anything else.

Cui Huahua felt a surge of emotion, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked at him. "Da Lei, you're so good to your aunt, I don't know how to repay you!"

"Aunt, you agreeing to let me do 'that' with you is your way of repaying me. Actually, I really want to do that with you too!"

All of Cui Huahua's doubts seemed to be destroyed by this passionate young man. She said in a trembling voice, "Okay, I promise you!"

Chapter 20: Splashed onto his chest

. Having been talking about this, Yang Leiluo's manhood was already quite erect. He stared intently at Cui Huahua, who was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) in an alluring pose. Cui Huahua lowered her eyes in a flustered manner, but her physical desire seemed to be rising.

Yang Leiluo glanced at the baby still sleeping in the cradle and said to Cui Huahua with hot breath, "Auntie, let's do it now!"

Although Cui Huahua desperately wanted his large member, she was still instinctively apprehensive and said, "Ah? Now? Is it possible?"

Yang Leiluo blushed and said, "Only if I get this disease quickly can I get the medicine from my grandfather. Auntie, what are you hesitating for?"

At this point, Yang Leiluo suddenly asked, "Auntie, I want to ask you something. How long after you were violated by that man in the graveyard did you realize you had this disease?"

Cui Huahua looked puzzled and shy, and asked, "Why are you asking this? Why do you keep bringing that up? I can't stand it when you mention it!"

"I want to know how long it takes for this disease to develop!"

Yang Leiluo also said awkwardly.

Cui Huahua blushed, thought for a moment, and said, "About three or four days later, I felt an intense itch down there!"

"That means it will be another three or four days before I get sick after we do that. That means we need to hurry, Auntie, we can't delay. No one's home today; it won't be convenient if they all come back!"

Cui Huahua's chest heaved, her eyes burning as she stared at Yang Leiluo's erection. Finally, she made up her mind. She glanced at the sleeping child in the cradle, then quickly took off her shoes and climbed onto the kang (heated brick bed). She whispered to Yang Leiluo, "Then hurry up and get on!"

Yang Leiluo's blood rushed to his head, and he scrambled onto the kang, dizzy. But he had never done this before and looked at Cui Huahua blankly.

Faced with this clueless young man, Cui Huahua naturally had to take the initiative and set an example. Without hesitation, she quickly unbuttoned her pants, lowered her eyes, and pulled down her outer trousers. When she pulled down her underwear, she discovered the wad of cotton cloth soaked with crimson blood between her legs and suddenly realized something. She hurriedly pulled her pants back up, looked up at Yang Leiluo, and exclaimed, "Da Lei, not today! I can't let you do it!"

Yang Leiluo stared intently at Cui Huahua's alluring figure, already poised and ready, but upon hearing his aunt's words, he was immediately disappointed and impulsively asked, "Why? Why can't we do it today?"

Cui Huahua was even more agitated, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm on my period. We can't do it now. Don't you understand?" "Then when can we do it?"

Yang Leiluo watched expectantly as she buttoned up her pants again.

"Of course, after I'm clean, about four or five days!"

she said, unconsciously rubbing her genitals, clearly finding it even harder to bear.

Yang Leiluo froze on the kang (heated brick bed). He felt his whole body burning, even his eyes were steaming. What he couldn't bear was the hard, unyielding thing between his legs, throbbing as if it were about to explode. He couldn't help but rub it, but the more he rubbed, the stronger the reaction became. He couldn't help but cry out, "Auntie, I can't take it!"

Cui Huahua was startled, panicked at his burning desire. She was an experienced woman, and knew exactly how much pent-up desire Yang Leiluo was experiencing. He was still a virgin, a virile man with strong desires, and the arousal he felt was like a flame, which could easily make him sick.

Cui Huahua rushed to his side and said, "I know you can't hold it in, your auntie will help you relieve it!"

With that, she quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled out his hard, erect penis.

Yang Leiluo, unsure of what she was doing, asked breathlessly, "Auntie, what are you doing?"

Cui Huahua blushed and said, "Auntie was afraid you'd be bursting, so I'm helping you get it out!"

As she spoke, her small hand slipped over his large member, seemingly only covering half of it.

Yang Leiluo instantly recalled the feeling of her holding him in the outhouse that morning—no, it was even more pleasurable. This time, her grip wasn't as tight; it was a gentle caress. Just as he was enjoying it, Cui Huahua's small hand began to move up and down.

Yang Leiluo felt all the blood rushing to that place with joy, and he cried out happily, "Auntie, it feels so good!" This was the first time in his life that Yang Leiluo had experienced such indescribable pleasure. As her hands moved faster, his breathing became more rapid, and he groaned softly. Perhaps his virginity was too sensitive; soon, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine, and the thing she was touching swelled infinitely, blood surging wildly, and a stream of white fluid spurted out. Before dark, Yang Leiluo's mother, Yao Lijuan, returned home from the county town with Yang Rui and Yang Leisen. Yao Lijuan's eyes were filled with a dark color, as if she were carrying a heavy burden. At dinner, her father, Yang Beian, also returned from a meeting in town, his face also clouded with worry.

At dinner, the family finally gathered together. But the exceptionally sensitive Yang Leiluo sensed from his parents' serious expressions an oppressive atmosphere suggesting something was about to happen. The somber atmosphere lasted for a while. Finally, Yang Beian looked at Yao Lijuan, who had remained silent, and asked, "What did you sense when you went to the county town today?"

Yao Lijuan's beautiful eyes were clouded with gloom. In a low voice, she said, "The county town is indeed in turmoil. It's a complete mess. There are big-character posters everywhere, Red Guards all over the streets, almost all schools have suspended classes, and students have joined the Red Guards. Government offices and schools are all denouncing counter-revolutionaries and bourgeois. My uncle told me that even the county party secretary has been criticized!"

Yang Beian's brows furrowed. She stammered, "It seems like something's brewing in the town too. The original 'Four Cleanups' work group has been disbanded, and they say they're going to establish a work group to launch the Cultural Revolution. On the way back, Qu Haishan suddenly said to me in a sarcastic tone

, 'The higher-ups want to re-examine Liu Kui's case, saying that Liu Kui was persecuted to death, and that his crimes were fabricated by counter-revolutionary forces!'" Mentioning Qu Haishan, Yao Lijuan trembled again; that man's greedy eyes always sent chills down her spine .

Chapter 21: Ashamed to the point

of disappearing. One bright and sunny morning. Dewdrops clung to the leaves of the endless sorghum and cornfields along the roadside. The golden morning sun shone on the leaves, making the dewdrops sparkle like colorful pearls. The leaves and petals of the plantain and dandelion along the roadside were also covered in dew.

A tall, handsome young man rode a slightly worn bicycle along a bumpy country road. A slender, beautiful young woman sat on the back rack.

The bicycle was a "Forever" brand; the rims and spokes weren't particularly shiny, but they were spotless. The chain gleamed, and the wheels turned smoothly, but the uneven road caused the bike to wobble and sway.

"Da Lei, don't fall! Slow down!"

the girl on the back said sweetly, but with a hint of panic.

"Dongmei, don't worry, I'd rather fall myself than let you fall!"

Yang Leiluo said with a grin.

"You're just being sweet," Feng Dongmei said, her eyelashes fluttering as she gently pinched his arm.

The wheels crunched over dandelions on the road, traversing a stretch of uneven ground before reaching a long, steep slope. The combined momentum of the two made Yang Leiluo sway slightly, the wheels veering from side to side.

Feng Dongmei, slightly alarmed, reminded him in a trembling voice to slow down.

"It's okay, hold on tight and you won't fall,"

Yang Leiluo said confidently.

Feng Dongmei was really scared, so she could only hug his waist tightly, pressing her body against his back. Yang Leiluo felt two soft, bouncy mounds pressing against him; he knew, of course, that they were a girl's most mysterious breasts. An instinctive stimulation made him blush, and the blood in his budding young body rushed.

Seeing that the steep slope was almost over and the road was not so steep anymore, Feng Dongmei finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she still held Yang Leiluo tightly. She said, "Leiluo, your cycling skills are pretty good!"

"Of course, I've been practicing for a long time. Dongmei, then I'll take you to school every day from now on!"

Yang Leiluo said proudly and excitedly.

"Okay, it's because you bought a bicycle, now there's no one to ride with me. But you have to slow down from now on, it's not good if people see us hugging and cuddling,"

Feng Dongmei said shyly.

"What's wrong with that? Let whoever wants to see, see. We're already a couple!" Yang Leiluo said with a grin.

"Nonsense, who said we're a couple?"

Feng Dongmei's face turned as red as a rainbow, and she punched his waist hard with her little fist.

"Who said nonsense? Didn't our parents arrange a marriage for us? A childhood betrothal? In a few years, you'll be my wife!"

"That was just a joke, did you really take it seriously?"

Feng Dongmei retorted shyly.

"So, are you willing or not?"

Yang Leiluo turned around and asked mysteriously.

"I'm not telling you, hehe!" It was obvious that the two were lovers. There was no ambiguity about it. The tall and strong Yang Leiluo and the beautiful Feng Dongmei were both sixteen years old. Childhood sweethearts, innocent and pure, whether in Jiapigou Village or at their middle school, people would agree that they were a perfect match made in heaven.

It wasn't just a matter of perfect match: both families were from impeccably good peasant backgrounds; Yang Lei's father was the brigade secretary, and Feng Dongmei's father was the brigade clerk and accountant—their social standing couldn't be more perfectly matched.

There was also a secret that neither family publicly acknowledged, but everyone knew: their parents had secretly arranged a marriage between the two children, waiting for them to come of age and tie the knot.

In another month, they would both be taking the high school entrance exam.

Yang Lei winked mysteriously. "If you don't tell me, it means you agree!"

"Then let me ask you, do you like me, or do you like Chu Er Ya'er?"

Feng Dongmei asked sourly.

"Of course I like you, is there even a question?"

Yang Lei said, though he couldn't help thinking about the handsome and gentle Chu Er Ya'er.

"That's not necessarily true. Why do I see her always coming to your house and clinging to you?"

Feng Dongmei drawled.

"She came to my house to borrow books. She can't afford middle school and wants to study the curriculum on her own, so she came to my house to borrow my middle school textbooks!"

Yang Leiluo explained frankly.

"Leiluo, aren't you afraid of what people will say if you're always in contact with Chu Erya?"

"What's there to say? I haven't done anything with her!"

Yang Leiluo was a little angry. He had already explained this yesterday, but today the old topic was brought up again.

"Even if you haven't done anything with her, you should still be careful about the impact. She's the daughter of a rich peasant!" Feng Dongmei's tone rose.

“What’s wrong with the children of rich peasants? Should no one care about their children?”

Yang Leiluo also seemed agitated.

“How can you be so confused? You’re the son of poor and lower-middle peasants, yet you’re always hanging out with the children of the ‘Four Black Categories.’ Aren’t you afraid people will say you can’t distinguish between class lines? Even if you don’t care, you should think about your father. He’s the village secretary, a representative of the poor and lower-middle peasants. How can he associate with class enemies?”

Yang Leiluo turned to look at her in surprise and said, “You’re more like a politician than a girl!”

“Then you shouldn’t like me. Chu Erya is like a girl, a seductive girl. Go like her!”

Feng Dongmei pouted her beautiful lips.

“Alright, alright, I like girls like you, girls with class consciousness and clear likes and dislikes. Is that alright? I’ve already decided you’re my wife!”

Yang Leiluo said, softening his stance. He had always given in to her since childhood, and the two of them had already worked things out.

“That’s more like it!”

Feng Dongmei blurted out happily. But she immediately blushed and hurriedly said, "But I haven't agreed to be your wife yet!"

"Since you don't even know if she'll be my wife, why are you so concerned about how Chu Er Ya and I are?"

Yang Leiluo seemed to be forcing her to say it herself.

Feng Dongmei said even more mischievously, "He's thinking of you. Chu Er Ya's problem isn't just her bad background, but also her family's bad foundation. Her mother, Xia Lan, is immoral." Yang Leiluo excitedly slammed on the brakes, stopping the bicycle. He put one foot on the ground and turned around to say, "Dongmei, don't make baseless accusations. Aunt Xia Lan isn't that kind of person!"

"How do you know she's not that kind of person? I saw it with my own eyes. She was having an affair with Qu Yong's father." Feng Dongmei sat on the back seat without moving, but her face was flushed.

Yang Leiluo asked in astonishment, "You saw Aunt Xia Lan and Qu Yong's father doing that with your own eyes?"

"When did I ever lie? Well, you can't tell anyone!" Feng Dongmei looked around and began to tell him the shameful story that made her blush.

That day, as dusk fell, she went to the brigade headquarters to find her father, Feng Sihai. The headquarters was quiet. When she reached the duty room next to the office, she heard a woman's painful scream. When she peeked through the crack in the door, she was instantly filled with unbearable shame.

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