[Urban] Sorghum Fields Wet with Dew (Full) - 7-9

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Chapter 44: Not a Good Woman!

Qu Yong rode his brand-new bicycle slowly through the town streets after leaving the town government building, his big yellow dog panting behind him. Qu Yong was filled with pride and fighting spirit; Liu Guizhi's words kept echoing in his ears: "Hmm, tomorrow Secretary Tian will take you to the city and hand you over to a Red Guard fighting team under his uncle's command. You need to train hard; you'll be the revolutionary vanguard of Jiapigou Town!"

Damn it, I'm about to show my skills! He roared triumphantly in his heart.

As Qu Yong passed a bicycle repair stall, he was surprised to see Yang Leiluo and Feng Dongmei standing there, talking intimately. Yang Leiluo's bicycle was parked in front of the stall, and the old man repairing it was fixing the chain. Qu Yong suddenly remembered that Yang Leiluo's bicycle chain had broken on his way to school that day.

Qu Yong, of course, wasn't willing to let it go so easily. He slammed on the brakes, braced himself on one leg, and swung the bell, looking at Yang Leiluo and Feng Dongmei with a smug expression.

Yang Leiluo and Feng Dongmei had obviously seen him long ago, but they ignored him and continued talking.

When swiping the bell had no effect, Qu Yong started chattering. "Yang Leiluo, you're riding a bike with a chain that always breaks, carrying a beautiful girl on the back. Aren't you ashamed?"

Yang Leiluo said sarcastically. "Your bike doesn't break, but what a pity, you don't have to go to school tomorrow. Getting expelled tastes pretty good, doesn't it? Hahaha!"

Qu Yong seemed to have forgotten about being expelled, but this reminder made him suddenly remember. However, compared to the big, exciting things he was going to do in the county town tomorrow, being expelled was insignificant. He nonchalantly said, "Damn, what's that? If he doesn't expel me, I won't even want to go! Besides, it's worth it if I get expelled; at least I got to touch Feng Dongmei's tender flesh!"

Feng Dongmei, thinking of the humiliation she suffered at his hands today, blushed deeply and still felt a surge of anger. She fiercely cursed, "Get out of here! This school is so glad you're gone!"

Qu Yong's skin was indeed incredibly thick; he even chuckled and said, "Dongmei, I'll give you a ride home today; his bike chain can't be fixed! From now on, you'll be with me; you'll regret following him!"

"Get out! Get far away!"

Feng Dongmei screamed.

Qu Yong felt bored and pedaled away furiously, but in his heart, he thought fiercely: Little girl, you'll be mine sooner or later!

As Qu Yong rode, the idea of teaching Yang Lei a lesson suddenly popped into his head. He rode his bicycle back into the school and headed straight for the dormitory.

Yang Leiluo finally fixed the bicycle chain and carried Feng Dongmei back to Jiapigou. Perhaps Feng Dongmei had just suffered another verbal harassment from Qu Yong, and was feeling very upset, sitting silently on the back of the bicycle. Yang Leiluo seemed to sense Feng Dongmei's displeasure and said, "He's been expelled. You won't see him at school anymore, so you won't be harassed by him again!"

"Harassment or not isn't a big deal. I'm unhappy today for more than just that!"

Feng Dongmei said in a gloomy tone.

"What else is it? Tell me?"

Yang Leiluo pedaled the bicycle effortlessly; the chain, oiled by the old man, ran smoothly.

"Don't play dumb! And what about you and Su Xiaomeng going into the sorghum field today? It makes me sick just thinking about it!"

Feng Dongmei shifted on the back of the bicycle, releasing her hand that had been supporting Yang Leiluo's waist.

"Didn't I already make things clear to you? What are you still doubting about?"

"I thought it through at first, that nothing would happen, but then I started to have second thoughts because I overheard something, and now I think Su Xiaomeng isn't a good woman!"

Yang Leiluo was startled and couldn't help but slow down his pedaling. He turned around and asked, "Dongmei, why are you saying that about Teacher Su? What did you hear?"

Feng Dongmei stammered out what she had heard about Principal Ye and Su Xiaomeng doing that kind of thing in the principal's office. Although Yang Leiluo was also surprised, he immediately explained, "It's not that indecent. Teacher Su and Principal Ye are in a relationship. Although they're not married, they're practically an unmarried couple!"

"Even if they're married, they can't do that kind of thing in the school office in broad daylight. That's too shameless!"

Although Su Xiaomeng had already stood up for Feng Dongmei today and gotten Qu Yong expelled by Principal Ye, Yang Leiluo couldn't possibly have a good impression of Su Xiaomeng because of her special intimacy with Su Xiaomeng.

“Well, based on my analysis, this definitely wasn't Teacher Su's choice. I don't think Principal Ye is a morally upright person; it must have been him who took the initiative!”

Although Feng Dongmei could accept Yang Leiluo's judgment because she had heard that Ye Mao had forced Su Xiaomeng to do it, she was still unhappy to hear Yang Leiluo defend Su Xiaomeng like this. She said, “How do you know it wasn't Su Xiaomeng's choice? Did she tell you?”

“Look at you, here you go again, always so irrelevant!”

Yang Leiluo said, increasing his pedaling speed.

With Feng Dongmei on his back, Yang Leiluo slowed down when they reached an uphill section. Just then, two masked teenagers suddenly jumped out of the sorghum field beside the road. Each of them was holding a paper package and rushed towards Yang Leiluo. Sensing something was wrong, Yang Leiluo quickly got off his bicycle. At that moment, the two masked men hurled their paper packages at Yang Leiluo's face—or rather, at his eyes. Because of the close proximity, both paper packets hit Yang Leiluo squarely in the eyes. Upon impact, the packets burst open, revealing a layer of white ash.

Yang Leiluo's eyes were immediately blinded by the ash and he couldn't open them.

The two men did nothing more and hurriedly disappeared into the sorghum field.

Feng Dongmei witnessed this and cried out as she jumped off the back of the bicycle to check on Yang Leiluo's eyes. His face and eyes were covered in white ash, and he couldn't open them. Feng Dongmei quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped away the surface ash, but it wouldn't come out of his eyes. Since Yang Leiluo couldn't ride his bicycle anymore, Feng Dongmei had to carry him home and take him directly to Yang Wanji's clinic.

Yang Wanji quickly washed the ash from Yang Leiluo's eyes with clean water. Although it wasn't serious, Yang Leiluo managed to open his eyes, but they felt burning hot. Yang Wanji then applied eye drops and told him not to read at home. Yang Wanji, of course, asked what had happened, and Yang Leiluo could only say that his classmate was retaliating against him. But both he and Feng Dongmei knew that Qu Yong had instigated it.

As Yang Leiluo was about to leave his grandfather's house, Yang Wanji suddenly remembered something and said, "Dalei, when you get back, you can ask your aunt for some breast milk. A woman's breast milk is the best medicine for the eyes!"

Yang Leiluo's heart skipped a beat. If breast milk could cure the eyes, that would be easy; his aunt had plenty of breast milk.

Feng Dongmei took Yang Leiluo home, but she didn't go inside. She just told him to get a good rest that night and then went home herself.

Yang Leiluo's parents hadn't returned yet; only his younger sister Yang Rui and younger brother Yang Leisen were doing their homework in the inner room. Yang Leiluo didn't disturb the two children. He put his schoolbag on the octagonal table and went straight to his aunt's room in the east wing. He was thinking about his aunt's breast milk.

Chapter 45: The Temptation of Milky Scent.

Cui Huahua was breastfeeding her child, one breast was in the child's mouth, and the other was exposed. When she saw Yang Lei fall in, she was startled when she saw Yang Lei's red and swollen eyes. She hurriedly asked, "Da Lei, what happened to your eyes?"

Yang Leiluo then recounted how he had been ambushed on the road. Cui Huahua was very distressed and anxious, asking, "Did you go to your grandfather's to have him take a look?"

"I did. Grandpa cleaned it and applied eye drops, but... Grandpa said..." Yang Leiluo stammered, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"What did your grandfather say? Huh? Is your eye injury very serious? If it's serious, go to the clinic to see a doctor!"

Cui Huahua was genuinely worried.

"It's not that serious. Grandpa said that for treating eyes, a woman's breast milk is the most effective, and he told me to come to you." Although Yang Leiluo had a close relationship with his aunt, he still felt embarrassed.

This was the first time Cui Huahua had heard that breast milk could cure eyes. Although her face flushed, she willingly said, "If breast milk can cure your eyes, that's easy! Auntie has breast milk! Yes, but I don't know how to use it?"

Yang Leiluo stared longingly at the large breasts in his aunt's arms, the baby suckling at the nipple, and swallowed hard. He said, "Grandpa said to wash his eyes with breast milk." Cui Huahua seemed to understand—it meant squeezing breast milk into his eyes and then washing them! Thinking about this process, Cui Huahua still felt a little embarrassed and her heart raced. Although her private parts were no secret to Yang Leiluo, it was only because of her itching that she had to do it. In reality, her psychological defenses hadn't been broken down; after all, she and Yang Leiluo weren't in a romantic relationship, and she was still his aunt! But despite her shyness, she felt immense relief as long as her breast milk could cure his eyes. Yang Leiluo was willing to go to any lengths to cure his itching, and she wanted to do the same for him. Seeing his pleading expression, Cui Huahua said, "It's nothing, just wait a bit, I'll wash you after the baby falls asleep!"

To help the baby fall asleep quickly, Cui Huahua breastfed while gently humming a lullaby. Her voice was incredibly beautiful; even before the baby slept, Yang Leiluo was completely captivated. Finally,

the baby in Cui Huahua's arms fell asleep. She carefully placed the baby in the cradle and gently rocked it until the baby was sound asleep. Cui

Huahua was still clearly a little nervous and shy. She hurriedly moved a low, long bench to the edge of the kang (heated brick bed). Yang Leiluo, however, stood there restlessly, his eyes fixed on Cui Huahua, who was now so close, his heart churning with emotions.

Because she was breastfeeding, Cui Huahua didn't even wear a bra. Back then, rural women rarely knew what a bra was; even if they wore one, it was just a simple cloth bra. Many women simply didn't wear anything at all. For a breastfeeding woman, there was even less need to wear anything extra. Cui Huahua's naked body was only covered by a homespun vest. Whenever she wanted to breastfeed, she would lift the vest and put her breasts into the baby's mouth. No one laughed at her, whether in public or private. Even in front of her father-in-law and brother-in-law, she would still pull out her white breasts to breastfeed, nothing unusual. But that was when she was breastfeeding her own child; others would only steal glances. But today, she was directly exposing her breasts to a man who wasn't her husband, and she felt a little awkward and shy.

Moreover, Cui Huahua only didn't shy away from showing her breasts to her family; outside men rarely caught her breastfeeding.

Women who breastfeed often have exceptionally large breasts. Even when they're out in public wearing shirts with the buttons fastened, their breasts still seem stretched taut. The more a man peeks through the gaps in the buttons, the more alluring it becomes. Once, Cui Huahua took her child into a crowd on the street, and several men gathered around, smoking and chatting while stealing glances at her exposed, white breasts as she breastfed. Cui Huahua blushed instantly and quickly took her child back home, vowing never to go into crowds again.

The way Yang Leiluo looked at her now reminded her of those voyeuristic gazes. Cui Huahua immediately scolded, "What are you looking at? Come here! You're so tall, how can I wash you if you're standing? Come on, sit here!"

She pointed to the stool by the kang (heated brick bed).

Yang Leiluo snapped out of his reverie and obediently sat on the stool, but he unconsciously closed his eyes, afraid his aunt might expose her breasts and make him blush. After all, the two hadn't yet broken through that barrier of body and mind.

Cui Huahua still glanced at the door, listening carefully to the sounds outside, because there were two children in the west room. Only when she was sure there was no movement did she relax, stepping forward and standing between Yang Leiluo's legs. To spray her milk onto his face, Cui Huahua couldn't stand too far away, and Yang Leiluo couldn't sit too far back. She called out, "Move forward a little more! Do you want to exhaust your auntie?"

Yang Leiluo obediently shifted his buttocks forward slightly. Suddenly, a unique fragrance filled his nostrils—the alluring scent of a woman's milk, the smell of many clean babies. Unable to resist the allure of this milky fragrance, Yang Leiluo couldn't help but open his eyes.

The sight before him made him gasp for breath: one large breast was already cradled in his aunt's small hand, while the other was still covered by her vest

. (Chapter 46: The Special Tent)

Yang Leiluo was tall, and sitting on the low stool, his eyes were level with Cui Huahua's chest. However, Cui Huahua still kept a distance from Yang Leiluo. Although Yang Leiluo and Cui Huahua were usually very close, and they had almost had sex because of her illness, it was mostly for her sake; the barrier between them remained. Especially in such a sensitive and special kinship relationship, impure thoughts between aunt and nephew were taboo.

Seeing Yang Leiluo staring intently at her breasts, Cui Huahua blushed, but thinking that it was for his treatment, she was also gratified. She squeezed her large breast hard, and a stream of white liquid shot out like a thread, accurately hitting Yang Leiluo's eyes.

Unable to withstand such intense stimulation, Yang Leiluo immediately closed his eyes. Cui Huahua, seeing his erratic behavior, couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

But she quickly noticed a problem: although some milk sprayed into Yang Leiluo's eyes, most of it flowed down the sides of his nose, onto his chest, and some even dripped onto the stool.

"Wait a minute, I'll go find you a cloth!"

A cloth is a white sheet wrapped around a baby's chest while breastfeeding; this would solve the problem of soiling clothes.

Cui Huahua found a large, unused cloth and wrapped it around Yang Leiluo's neck, catching the dripping milk.

"Auntie, you're such a warm and thoughtful woman!"

Yang Leiluo couldn't help but say as Cui Huahua wrapped the cloth around his neck, gazing at his aunt with adoration.

"You little rascal, you're so sweet!"

Cui Huahua said shyly, feeling very pleased.

“My tongue isn’t as sharp as my uncle’s, otherwise how could he have snatched you away from Xin Ergaizi?”

“It wasn’t snatching, I wasn’t engaged to Xin Ergaizi back then!”

Cui Huahua’s eyes were lost in thought, as if recalling the past.

“No matter what, my uncle is truly blessed to have married such a good woman like you!”

As Yang Leiluo said this, he was lost in thought, imagining how sweet their relationship would have been when his uncle was alive.

Cui Huahua felt warmed by his words, but thinking of Yang Beisheng who had ruthlessly abandoned her, her heart ached. She said, “What good is his blessing if he doesn’t live? He’s gone, and he’s ruined me. I don’t know how I’m going to get through those long days!”

“Auntie, don’t be so pessimistic. My uncle is gone, but I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Yang Leiluo had said such vague things more than once. He himself didn’t know if there was any basis for his words, but they came from the bottom of his heart to pity his aunt.

"What use are you? You're not my man!"

"I'll love you like your man would, if you don't leave the Yang family, I will!"

Yang Leiluo's voice was impassioned.

"You're lying to me, I don't believe you. You're just being glib. You'll get married someday, how could you love me? Don't say such things!"

As she spoke, Cui Huahua lifted her vest again, revealing her other large, white breast.

Cui Huahua sprayed Yang Leiluo with milk twice, then wanted to rub his eyes with her fingers to moisten them, but before her fingers even touched them, she suddenly realized that her fingers might carry bacteria into his eyes. Even if she washed her hands, she couldn't kill the bacteria. She was a meticulous woman, of course she knew this.

She was at a loss.

"What's wrong, Auntie?" Seeing that she hadn't moved for a while, Yang Leiluo opened his eyes to look at her.

“It won’t spray in like this, all the milk will be wasted. I want to rub it in your eyes with my hands, but I’m afraid of getting bacteria in them. What should I do?”

she said, without hiding her breasts, which remained exposed, white and glistening.

Yang Leiluo seemed to ignore what she was saying, his mind focused solely on her alluring breasts, wanting to take a few bites. Yang Leiluo’s favorite and most obsessive thing was women’s breasts. He felt that the most beautiful part of a woman’s body was her breasts, and only when a woman’s breasts were large and beautiful was she truly beautiful.

“Auntie, we can’t waste it, I’ll eat whatever flows out!”

Yang Leiluo said with obvious lust. At the same time, looking at his aunt’s large, snow-white breasts and her voluptuous, alluring body, his youthful vigor began to stir again, and his manhood was already erect, creating a large tent in his pants.

Chapter 47: There's Only One Way

Upon hearing Yang Leiluo's offer to drink her breast milk, Cui Huahua's face flushed crimson, like a sheet of red paper. Her eyes darted around in a panic as she said, "Da Lei, don't talk nonsense! Auntie is treating your eyes. My breast milk is for the baby, not for a man! What would Xiao Rui and Er Lei say if they saw this?"

"Otherwise, wouldn't your milk be wasted? The baby can't finish it all!"

Yang Leiluo continued, his gaze fixed on her full breasts, speaking somewhat dazedly.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Cui Huahua scolded playfully, her eyes involuntarily catching sight of the large tent in his crotch. Her mind raced with the memory of holding his enormous member in the outhouse. A sixteen-year-old man with such a large thing—it was terrifying! However, a woman is a woman, and she instinctively feels envious whenever she sees a man with a large penis, especially since she is a woman who has no male pleasure. She kept complaining about her bad luck, that she would never have the chance to enjoy such a large thing. At that moment, her lower body seemed to be aroused again, and she tried hard to force herself not to think about it.

"Auntie, hurry up and treat me, if you keep standing here like this, people will really think I'm drinking your milk!"

"Don't talk nonsense, you're being indecent!"

Cui Huahua's suppressed desire was aroused again by his words. Yang Leiluo did not dodge, letting her spray as much as she wanted.

Because Cui Huahua squeezed hard, the milk inside gushed out like a fountain, spraying all over Yang Leiluo's face, flowing down. Yang Leiluo took advantage of the situation and simply stuck out his tongue to suck the milk that flowed to his mouth.

"You actually want some?"

Cui Huahua blushed, surprised that this boy really enjoyed it. Watching him lick his lips so adorably made her itch with desire.

"Hehe, Auntie's milk smells so good! It would be a waste not to drink it; you can't buy it with money!"

Yang Leiluo said, smacking his lips as if he were savoring nectar.

The more Yang Leiluo said this, the harder Cui Huahua squeezed his breasts, spraying milk everywhere. Yang Leiluo's face was bathed in milk, and quite a bit flowed down his neck. If it weren't for the towel around his neck, his clothes might have been soaked! This was a sudden game; even Cui Huahua herself forgot she was treating his eyes.

Yang Leiluo was still a boy, and so fond of his aunt, he became even more carried away, unexpectedly reaching out to grab her breasts. Cui Huahua was quick-witted; she slapped Yang Leiluo's hand away. She said shyly, "Alright, stop fooling around. Do you still want your eyes treated?"

Yang Leiluo didn't feel embarrassed at all, and chuckled. The two of them were as natural as childhood playmates.

"Auntie, how about this? Didn't you say it's a waste if it doesn't go in? I have a good idea. It won't take much, and you can put it in my eyes!"

Yang Leiluo untied the towel and wiped his face, which was covered in milk.

"What method? Tell me!"

Cui Huahua stopped, but still left her white breasts exposed, since she would have to lift them up later anyway.

Such exposure was a terrible torment for Yang Leiluo. He was most obsessed with women's breasts, especially his aunt's breasts. Such huge breasts were an irresistible temptation and stimulation for a strong and healthy young man like him who had just begun his sexual awakening. If it weren't for his respect for his aunt, he really would have lost control and pulled her body over to have sex with her.

He hurriedly controlled his wicked impulse and answered her question, "Auntie, haven't you ever seen eye drops? How about this, I lie on the kang (heated brick bed), and you put it into my eye sockets little by little, then it won't flow out, right?"

"Ah? Is that so?"

Cui Huahua, upon hearing his description, immediately conjured up this blushing image: he lay on the edge of the kang, and she leaned down, placing her nipple against his eye socket and putting her milk into it. She exclaimed, "How could you even think of that? Trying to take advantage of your auntie, are you?"

"No way! Auntie, if you cure my eyes, I'll also try to cure your ailment!"

Yang Leiluo suddenly remembered his auntie's itching condition. His auntie was so kind to him; he really wanted to hurry up and cure her ailment too.

Mentioning her shameful illness, Cui Huahua's previously unease seemed to intensify, and worse, she realized that only by infecting Yang Leiluo could he obtain the medicine from his grandfather. There was only one way to do this. Cui Huahua's chest heaved, her eyes burning as she stared intently at the erection in Yang Leiluo's pants. (

Chapter 48: Lie Down Quickly)

Driven by desire, Cui Huahua almost lost control and reached for Yang Leiluo's large member, but she restrained herself, breathing heavily, and said, "Don't mention my illness yet. I don't even know if you can get the prescription from your grandfather!"

"Auntie, as long as I get that illness, Grandpa will give me the prescription. Don't doubt that. The key is, when are you going to infect me with that illness?"

Yang Leiluo looked at her expectantly. Cui Huahua's eyes darted around nervously, and she quickly changed the subject, saying, "Don't talk about that anymore, lie down quickly. Your aunt will treat your eyes. If Xiaorui and Erlei come over later, I won't be able to treat you!"

Yang Leiluo certainly couldn't press her too much, as if he were trying to take advantage of her, especially since his aunt had already promised to do it after her period ended. Yang Leiluo hurriedly got off the wooden stool, took off his shoes, and lay down on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed).

As soon as he lay down, the tent in Yang Leiluo's pants became even more obvious. Cui Huahua glanced at it and then tried to avoid eye contact. She dared not think about that thing or that incident anymore; she was worried that it would arouse his burgeoning desire, and if he lost control, he might take advantage of her. There were two children in the west room, not to mention she was on her period!

She glanced at Yang Leiluo's lying position, then propped one of her hands on his neck and used the other to lift her vest, making her breasts more exposed. She bent down, arching her back, and brought her nipple to his eye socket, gently squeezing to release another gush of milk.

Yang Leiluo blinked, his eyes rolling around a couple of times, and the warm milk moistened his eyes. He immediately felt much better.

After the milk was fully absorbed, Cui Huahua dripped a few more drops, then waited for him to blink again to absorb it.

Although it was only a few drops, absorbing it through his eyes took some effort. This made her half-supported position quite tiring, and her posture, resembling that of someone breastfeeding Yang Leiluo, even stirred up her own fantasies.

"Auntie, won't this tire you out? Let me do it myself!"

Yang Leiluo seemed to have come up with the best solution; he wanted to squeeze her breasts himself.

"You're not allowed to touch me!"

Cui Huahua realized his intention and became very nervous and sensitive.

"Auntie, you're thinking dirty thoughts. I'm just worried about tiring you out. That wouldn't be good, would it?"

"I'm not thinking dirty thoughts, you're the one thinking dirty thoughts!"

Cui Huahua almost dared not think about anything unrelated to treating her eyes.

"I'm your nephew, I didn't mean anything by it." Yang Leiluo was practically out of control, reaching out and cupping Cui Huahua's two large breasts.

"One is enough, you're so greedy!"

Although Cui Huahua couldn't refuse, she still scolded him for being greedy.

"Auntie, I couldn't help myself!"

Yang Leiluo argued, then released one breast, cupping both breasts and spraying them towards his own eyes.

Because Yang Leiluo didn't know the proper pressure, he suddenly squeezed too hard and sprayed his own eyes so hard he couldn't open them. Cui Huahua couldn't help but laugh, her body shaking, and her breasts jiggled along with them.

"Auntie, please stop laughing! I can barely hold back!"

Yang Leiluo held the two soft, elastic mounds of flesh in his hands, feeling immense pleasure. The smooth, soft feeling was almost exactly what he had imagined.

Cui Huahua couldn't help but react as well. With his hands squeezing her breasts, she felt a sudden electric shock, a tingling sensation spreading throughout her body, which terribly combined with the itching deep within her. She felt an overwhelming urge. But she still relaxed her mind and tried to banish that feeling.

Now, Cui Huahua didn't need to squeeze her breasts herself; she only needed to support herself on either side of Yang Leiluo's head, which was much easier. Especially since Yang Leiluo could only close his eyes, she had the leisure to admire his face.

Yang Leiluo's face was indeed very handsome. Not only could his deceased uncle not compare, but even his very handsome father, Yang Beian, couldn't compare. If this boy grew up, he would be a young man that would make girls envious. No wonder the two pretty girls in the village were staring at Yang Leiluo with longing eyes.

Cui Huahua felt the electric current in her chest surge even more intensely, almost unbearable.

At first, Yang Leiluo was still pinching her gently, but as it went on, he became somewhat unable to control himself, and even began to stroke her lightly, like a child playfully nursing. This made Cui Huahua feel an indescribable itch in her body and mind, an itch that surged together with the morbid itch in her lower body, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

Chapter 49: The Secret of the East Room

Qu Yong had instructed his two thug accomplices to ambush Yang Leiluo with a white lime explosive pack on the way today. After the success, he felt very pleased and smug. He cursed in his heart that Yang Leiluo's eyes would be burned out by the white lime, so that Feng Dongmei would leave Yang Leiluo and might even throw herself into his arms.

Qu Yong rode his brand-new bicycle, with his big yellow dog following behind, and quickly returned to Jiapigou Village. But he also anticipated that Yang Leiluo would suspect him and might seek revenge, so he was extra cautious when entering the village. As was his usual practice, he would walk along the street where Feng Dongmei lived, and if he saw her, he would always seize the opportunity to flirt with her. This beautiful young woman, Feng Dongmei, was someone Qu Yong dreamed of constantly; he dreamed that one day she would become his wife.

Today, however, Qu Yong dared not walk home along that street, because Feng Dongmei's house was in the west courtyard of Yang Leiluo's house. If he were to run into Yang Leiluo by chance, he might face retaliation. Qu Yong was truly afraid of Yang Leiluo to the core. But Qu Yong thought that as long as he could avoid today, everything would be fine, because tomorrow he would be going to the county town to join the Red Guards in the revolution. When he returned with the Red Guards, would he still be afraid of Yang Leiluo?

Qu Yong bypassed the street where Yang Leiluo lived and, like a thief, entered his own courtyard. The home of Captain Qu was first-class in both its buildings and courtyard. Five single-story houses with red brick facades and tarpaulin roofs were unique in Jiapigou Brigade. The central room near the entrance was the kitchen, with two interconnected rooms on each side. The two rooms on the east side were where Qu Haishan and his wife, Sui Caiyun, lived, while the two rooms on the west side were for the children—Qu Yong in one room and his two younger sisters in the other.

Qu Yong slipped quietly into his and his sisters' room on the west side; it was empty. Usually, when Qu Yong came home from school, the two girls were already inside. After

leaving the west room, Qu Yong quietly pushed open the door to the east room. The east room was where Qu Yong's father and stepmother lived. The outer room only had half a kang (heated brick bed) and was furnished with a sofa and a wine cabinet, mostly for entertaining guests. The inner room was Qu Haishan and Sui Caiyun's bedroom. The outer guest room was still empty. It was normal for his father, Qu Haishan, to be away from home at this time, but his stepmother, Sui Caiyun, was an idle woman who neither worked in the production team nor had any other job; she was a true housewife. Where was she?

Qu Yong was wondering when he suddenly heard a soft moan coming from the inner room. He wasn't surprised that his stepmother was in the inner room, but that moan immediately aroused him. The sound...it sounded like sex!

He quietly approached the door to the inner room, which was only covered by a curtain. He gently lifted the curtain a crack and looked inside. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes froze.

Sui Caiyun was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her blue skirt pulled up, her underwear below her knees, her white legs slightly parted, and one hand vigorously scratching at her pubic hair.

Qu Yong knew his stepmother also suffered from that kind of itch, always pestering his father to have sex with her, even during the day, but he had never seen her like this before. Good heavens, is this woman insane? She's actually using her own fingers to masturbate!

Qu Yong had never been very respectful to this stepmother. He wanted to embarrass her, so he lifted the curtain, swaggered in, put his hands behind his back, looked at her, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Sui Caiyun's face turned red, and she looked flustered. She cried out, "Why didn't you say anything before coming in?"

She hurriedly pulled up her underwear and pulled down her skirt. Sui Caiyun was only thirty-three years old this year. Because she didn't work in the fields and lived a life of luxury, she was very well-maintained and looked like a young woman under thirty. Sui Caiyun's peach blossom eyes were very alluring, charming and seductive. When Sui Caiyun was seventeen, she was seduced by Qu Haishan, a brigade cadre. She gave birth to her first daughter, Qu Fang, at eighteen, and five years later, she gave birth to her second daughter, Qu Ting. Although Sui Caiyun was a woman who had given birth to two children, her figure hadn't changed much. Apart from her breasts being larger than when she was a girl, her waist, legs, and hips were still quite shapely, the kind of alluring and wild type that could arouse a man's desire.

Qu Yong stared wide-eyed at his young and seductive stepmother without any attempt to hide his gaze, and said teasingly, "I thought no one was around. Who knew you were hiding in the house doing this?"

Qu Yong never respected his stepmother. His biological mother, Xin Damei, died in childbirth, but he survived. Qu Yong was born motherless, and his aunt, Xin Ermei, who was nursing a baby at the time, took him away. Qu Yong was raised by his aunt until he was ten years old, when his father, Qu Haishan, brought him home. By then, his stepmother, Sui Caiyun, and his eight-year-old sister, Qu Fang, were already living there. Qu Yong was satisfied with everything else in his new home; his father was a brigade leader, and his family was better off than other children his age. However, he felt that his stepmother, Sui Caiyun, whom he called "Mother," had nothing to do with him. In Qu Yong's mind, he had no memory of his biological mother; only his aunt was like his mother. This woman was merely his sister's mother, seemingly unrelated to him. Over the years, he never called her "Mom." He was often beaten by his father, Qu Haishan, for this, but he was stubborn and wouldn't cry out no matter how much he was beaten, so his father eventually gave in. His relationship with Sui Caiyun was always poor. However, because Sui Caiyun only gave birth to girls, and under her father Qu Haishan's strong belief in carrying on the family line, Qu Yong's position in the family was unshakeable, and Sui Caiyun couldn't do anything about it. Later, she even gradually tried to please him.

Sui Caiyun was embarrassed and awkward for a while, but she immediately became indifferent and looked up at him, saying, "It's my own body, I can do whatever I want with it, what's it to you!"

Qu Yong stood there with his hands behind his back, staring at her, recalling her wanton appearance and her exposed mysterious beauty. He felt a surge of desire and said, "I can't control you, but surely my father can, right?"

"Your father can't control me either. I'm so itchy down there, and he won't help me. Instead, he goes to other women and won't let me take care of myself? Ever since I married your father, I've been infected with this disease by him. Do you know how I've endured all these years? I haven't gone to other men to take care of it like other women, that's enough for me. How can he have the nerve to blame me?"

Sui Caiyun started to cry as she spoke.

Qu Yong knew she was telling the truth, and seeing her pitiful state, he couldn't bear to tease her any further. Moreover, her words had unwittingly stimulated his burgeoning senses; his manhood was stirring. A longing for a woman made it even harder for him to treat her harshly. He softened his tone, saying, "Didn't my uncle say he could cure this disease? Didn't you go to him for treatment?"

The uncle he referred to was Sui Caiyun's brother, Sui Da'erduo, the village doctor who always boasted about curing this kind of disease in women. Although Qu Yong didn't call Sui Caiyun "Mom," he called Sui Da'erduo "Uncle" because they shared similar tastes.

Sui Caiyun said disdainfully, "Don't mention your uncle. Can he cure this disease? He just uses treatment as an excuse to play with women. If he could cure it, would I be suffering like this?"

"Are you really that itchy?"

Qu Yong stared at her writhing body, a strange restlessness stirring within him. Mentioning this disease made his erection itch. Ever since he had that kind of thing with the woman in white shoes, he felt he must have gotten the disease too. It was often terribly itchy there, and scratching didn't seem to relieve the itch. He always longed to crawl into a woman's tight little crevice and rub against her. At this moment, as he recalled the mysterious place in his stepmother's pubic hair that he had just seen, he suddenly felt an unusual intimacy with this woman.

Chapter 50: His Mother's Affairs.

When Sui Caiyun saw Qu Yong staring at her with such a lewd look, she felt a strange stirring in her heart. She thought to herself, this kid is already a man, it's normal for him to have that kind of impulse towards women. Sui Caiyun had the urge to further provoke her, so she said, "How can you pretend to be shameless about something like this? You have no idea how itchy I am down there, otherwise, would I be so shameless as to keep pestering your father?"

Qu Yong was also puzzled by this disease that was prevalent in the village. This kind of lust had infected the entire village with a lewd atmosphere, and the women were all like madmen who had no shame, many of them doing that in broad daylight. Qu Yong frowned and asked, "Is there no one who can cure this disease?"

"Who says no one can? That Yang Wanji can cure it, but he absolutely refuses to treat women with this disease!"

Sui Caiyun spoke of Yang Wanji with resentment. Over the years, she had begged him to cure her countless times, even resorting to various methods, but Yang Wanji simply wouldn't treat her. She practically hated that old fogey.

"Yang Wanji can cure this disease? He's Yang Leiluo's grandfather?"

Qu Yong wasn't familiar with some things in the village.

"Yes, who else could it be?"

"But has he ever cured women with this disease?"

Clearly, Qu Yong was extremely interested in this topic.

A playful look immediately appeared on Sui Caiyun's face. She said, "You've hit the nail on the head. Let me tell you a secret: your mother, Xin Damei, was cured by Yang Wanji. This isn't a rumor!" Qu Yong was stunned. He thought, "My mother died seventeen years ago when she gave birth to me. How could she have this disease?" "This woman is definitely spreading rumors and insulting my mother," he said angrily. "Why do you drag my mother into everything? My mother has been dead for seventeen years. How could she have that kind of disease?"

"Seventeen years? This disease was already prevalent before the air force was established. Your mother had it before she gave birth to you. Back then, your mother went to him for treatment, and she was cured. But later, Yang Wanji inexplicably went to prison and almost didn't get out. After he came back, Yang Wanji never treated this disease again. So, your mother was the first woman Yang Wanji cured! Also, it's said that when you were a young woman, you had a relationship with Yang Wanji!"

Qu Yong became more and more confused as he listened, but he felt very uncomfortable about such disgraceful things related to his deceased mother, so he said irritably, "Are you making up a story? Why are you making it sound so mysterious?"

“Why would I make up stories for you? There are so many things about your mother that I haven’t even told you yet! Do you know whose wife your mother was before Liberation? She was your grandfather’s concubine, and your father managed to seduce her!”

Qu Yong’s head was spinning. Whether it was true or not, he felt deeply insulted. He immediately lashed out, yelling, “You rotten woman, don’t make up lies to insult my mother!”

Sui Caiyun was terrified. She knew this guy was a beast, so she quickly waved her hand and said, “Fine, fine, if you don’t believe me, forget I said anything. But you can ask your father about these things; he knows more than I do!”

Qu Yong was also filled with questions. Was his mother’s background really that complicated? He decided he would find out about the background later, but he couldn’t tolerate Sui Caiyun saying anything about his mother. However, Qu Yong still didn't want to give up on the topic of women's diseases, so he softened his tone and asked again, "How can Yang Wanji cure this kind of disease? Even the hospitals in the city haven't been able to cure it. How is he so amazing?"

Sui Caiyun said mysteriously, "People say that Yang Wanji has a medical book that was passed down from the imperial physicians of the past. The prescriptions in it are very miraculous. It can cure many diseases that others can't!"

"Ah? There's such a medical book? Could it be a legendary treasure book?"

"It should be. I heard it can cure any disease!"

"Then let's try to get Yang Wanji's treasure book. Wouldn't that cure your disease?"

Qu Yong's roguish nature made him instinctively have this idea.

"You make it sound so easy. That book belongs to the Yang family; it's hidden away. Who could possibly get it? But there are quite a few people who want it. Over the years, some have spent a fortune to buy it, some have tried to steal it, but ultimately no one has succeeded!"

Sui Caiyun knew that her brother, Sui Da'erduo, had long coveted the Yang family's book and had even tried to steal it, almost getting caught.

Qu Yong's eyes darted around, lost in thought, and he said nothing more.

Just then, Sui Caiyun made that sound that aroused Qu Yong again: "Ouch, it's starting to itch again, it's killing me, mmm~ ah!"

With a cry, she fidgeted restlessly, her hands reaching under her skirt again.

Qu Yong's mind immediately flashed back to the beautiful little crevice he'd seen when he entered the room—Sui Caiyun's private parts—and he imagined the pleasurable scene of himself inserting his hand into the deep crevice of her white shoes. This fantasy made his already aroused erection even more intensely itchy, desperately craving to enter and rub against her.

(Chapter 51: The Stepmother's Desire

) Qu Yong stared intently at Sui Caiyun's hand probing her private parts, his breath hot as he asked, "If a man's thing were inside you, would it really relieve the itch better than you using your fingers?"

Sui Caiyun felt Qu Yong's fiery gaze, but she hadn't expected him to ask so directly. However, this somewhat lewd directness didn't offend her; on the contrary, it gave her a strange, unspoken comfort. Her eyes instinctively drifted to Qu Yong's crotch. "My God, that tent is so tall!" she thought, her mind wandering. This kid's thing must be huge, not only from the shape of the tent, but also from a genetic standpoint. Her father, Qu Haishan, had an exceptionally large one; when she was seventeen, she fainted from the shock of being deflowered by Qu Haishan's enormous member. But what saddened her was that while Qu Haishan's member was still as impressive as ever, it seemed to belong to no one but her alone. He had over a dozen women in the Jiapigou brigade, and her share of the grain rations was limited, utterly useless against her current perverse desires.

Sui Caiyun glanced at the outline of Qu Yong's penis and suddenly felt a longing: if this kid's thing could relieve her itch, that would be wonderful. A young, uncouth man, hard and strong, and they were together every day—there would be plenty of opportunities. And it would also be a form of revenge against Qu Haishan for neglecting her.

A seductive glint flashed in Sui Caiyun's eyes. She was about to answer Qu Yong's question in detail when she said, "Of course! Fingers are too thin and short to reach inside. The itchiest part is deep inside. Only a man's thick, long thing can reach that depth. Being touched by a man's big thing once can relieve the itch for a long time." Qu Yong was overwhelmed by this detailed description. His penis swelled even more violently in spasms, and the intense itching on his head intensified. He looked at Sui Caiyun, his breathing rapid. Sui Caiyun had already realized that this young man had entered the realm of desire and was already unable to control himself. Seizing the opportunity, she said in a sweet voice, "Could you have pity on me and use your hard thing to relieve my itch?"

Qu Yong was almost burning with desire, his eyes wide open, his mouth agape as he gasped for breath.

“Baby, you’re not losing out by relieving my itch, you’re having fun too. You don’t know what it feels like to fuck a woman, do you? It feels like heaven. You’ll know if you try it!”

As she spoke, she lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, giving Qu Yong a clearer view of her private parts.

Qu Yong finally couldn’t hold back and said, “I want to, but you’re my stepmother, this shouldn’t be happening!”

“Boy, you’ve never called me ‘Mom’ before, so why are you calling me your stepmother now? Didn’t you always say we had no relationship? That’s even better, we’re just a normal man and woman. Come on, do it!”

As she spoke, her fingers dug into her private parts, almost pulling out the pink flesh inside.

Qu Yong stared intently and said, "But what if my dad finds out?"

"Are you stupid? How can we let your dad know about this? He only comes home at night, what are you afraid of!"

"And what about Xiao Fang and Xiao Ting? They'll find out too!"

"They went to their uncle's house today and won't be back tonight. Now it's just you and me at home, what are you hesitating for? It feels so good! Come on!"

Sui Caiyun twisted her body, spreading her legs even wider.

Qu Yong finally couldn't resist and began to unbuckle his belt.

But just then, footsteps came from outside the door, along with a man's dry cough. Qu Yong and Sui Caiyun hurriedly straightened their clothes; they knew Qu Haishan had returned.

Before his father could open the outer room door, Qu Yong slipped out of the east room like a cat and returned to his west room.

After entering the outer room, Qu Haishan went straight to his room in the east room. Qu Haishan was a tall, handsome man with a ruddy complexion and bulging, bright eyes.

When Qu Haishan entered the outer living room, Sui Caiyun had already come out from the inner room and was sitting on the half-kang (a heated brick bed) in the outer room, waiting for him. Qu Haishan, sitting on the sofa, cautiously observed Sui Caiyun. Seeing her flushed face, somewhat flustered eyes, and extreme unnaturalness, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Sui Caiyun knew that Qu Haishan was a very cunning man, and nothing could escape his eyes. If she said nothing was wrong, he would really suspect something, so she seized the opportunity and said, "What do you think is wrong with me? That disease has flared up again, it's so itchy inside, I was scratching myself just now!"

As she spoke, she lifted her skirt again and began to move wildly.

Qu Haishan sat there seemingly unmoved, averting his gaze, and said, "I'll bring you some more medicine when I go to town sometime!"

"What good is that medicine? It's like it didn't work at all! Ugh, it's so itchy!"

Saying this, she twisted her legs again, and simply pulled down her underwear again, her fingers digging deep inside.

Her behavior and actions seemed to be commonplace, completely failing to arouse Qu Haishan's reaction. He sat on the sofa, looking elsewhere.

Sui Caiyun had been digging her fingers in for a while, then suddenly rushed to Qu Haishan, shouting, "Come and fix it for me!"

Saying this, she reached her hand into the front of his pants.

Chapter 52: No Responsiveness

Qu Haishan had just finished a long and passionate encounter with the broadcaster Yu Ling in the brigade's broadcasting room, and his manhood was still limp. Where would he find the strength to arouse Sui Caiyun? Unresponsive to Sui Caiyun's seductive advances, he hastily pushed away her hand, which was already grasping his limp member, and said, "I've been so busy these past few days, I'm exhausted. How can I be in the mood for that during the day? Just bear with it, we'll talk about it tonight!"

Sui Caiyun was greatly disappointed again, looking at him with hungry eyes, and said, "I don't believe your lies. How can you be so tired? Maybe you've been with some other woman again!"

Qu Haishan felt guilty and could only try to appease her, saying, "The situation at the higher-ups has been tense these past few days, with meetings and training every day, it's making me dizzy. Didn't I say we'd wait until tonight? I'll give you a good itch tonight!"

Although Qu Haishan was the boss at home, and although he did have many women serving him outside, he couldn't ignore Sui Caiyun; he still wanted to do his best to make her life better. Qu Haishan felt guilty towards Sui Caiyun. Years ago, his wife, Xin Damei, died in childbirth. Afterwards, his pursuit of the female teacher, Yao Lijuan, ended tragically. He watched as Yao Lijuan married Yang Leiluo, and he was even punished by his superiors for attempted rape of Yao Lijuan, being demoted from brigade leader to militia company commander. At that time, his heart was filled with despair. But then, a beautiful seventeen-year-old girl entered his life, and this girl willingly married a man six years her senior. This girl was Sui Caiyun. Qu Haishan felt even more guilty because Sui Caiyun had suffered from pruritus ever since their first sexual encounter, enduring it for years. And unlike some women who couldn't bear the itch and sought other men, Sui Caiyun never did. All of this made Qu Haishan feel guilty towards this woman.

Seeing that Qu Haishan showed no desire, Sui Caiyun knew that forcing things was useless, so she pouted and left Qu Haishan to continue relieving the itch herself.

After Sui Caiyun's attack cycle subsided and she returned to normal, Qu Haishan instructed her, "You should hurry up and prepare dinner. I still need to discuss some matters with some team leaders after dinner!"

Sui Caiyun hurried to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Seeing Sui Caiyun starting a fire in the outer room, Qu Yong seized the opportunity to rush to the east room to talk to Qu Haishan.

"Dad, I need to talk to you," Qu Yong said, standing respectfully opposite Qu Haishan, looking somewhat nervous. Although Qu Yong was a rascal outside, he was definitely afraid of Qu Haishan.

Qu Haishan looked him over curiously and asked, "What is it?"

Although Qu Haishan was annoyed by his son's constant troublemaking, he was also quite proud. This boy was already tall and strong at seventeen, handsome, and his temperament was similar to his own.

"Dad, I want to quit school starting tomorrow and go to the county town to join the Red Guards and make revolution!"

Qu Yong, of course, didn't want to mention his expulsion from school, but instead used joining the Red Guards to cover up his bad reputation. But he still looked nervously at Qu Haishan, mentally preparing himself for a scolding.

Qu Haishan's bright eyes stared at him for a few seconds before he suddenly stood up. Qu Yong thought he was about to explode in anger, but to his surprise, Qu Haishan walked around the coffee table, patted him on the shoulder, and praised him, saying, "Well done! You're like my son, you have a grand vision! Your ideas are exactly what I'm thinking!"

Qu Yong was overjoyed, not expecting him to agree so completely, and excitedly asked, "You agree that I should go!"

Qu Haishan said straightforwardly, "Of course I agree, but I want to know, how did you come up with the idea of joining the Red Guards?"

Qu Yong scratched his head and said, "My aunt came to me today and insisted that I go."

He still wanted to omit the hidden reason that he had been expelled from the party and had to find Liu Guizhi.

Qu Haishan sat back down on the sofa, lit a Daqianmen cigarette, and exhaled a long puff of smoke. He said thoughtfully, "Your aunt, although she's a woman, always sees things a step ahead of me. She's very capable. Do you know whose revolution you joined the Red Guards against, whose rebellion you were fighting?"

"Of course, it's to revolutionize the reactionaries and rebel against the capitalist roaders!"

Qu Yong recited Liu Guizhi's words like a textbook.

Qu Haishan's eyes lit up, and he praised, "Hmm, very good, clear goal, like a Red Guard leader! Then I'll wait for the day you return with the Red Guards!"

Qu Haishan spoke as if he were giving a pre-battle pep talk to soldiers.

Qu Yong seemed to suddenly remember something, and hurriedly sat down on the sofa next to Qu Haishan, scratching his head as he asked, "Dad, my aunt said that hidden class enemies are everywhere—in town, in schools. I already have a target, but who is the class enemy in our brigade? My aunt said you know. So who is it?"

A sinister glint flashed in Qu Haishan's eyes. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, then exhaled a long puff, guiding the conversation: "Class enemies aren't necessarily just one or two. Revolutionaries need to mobilize the masses to expose and denounce them. But right now, the biggest enemy in our brigade has been basically identified: Yang Beian, the brigade secretary who has infiltrated the Party. He's the most suspicious person!"

Qu Yong immediately became extremely excited, flashing... Looking closely, he asked, "Have you found any evidence that he's a class enemy? My aunt said we need to root out their reactionary behavior and words!"

Qu Haishan said mysteriously in a low voice, "As for evidence, of course we have some, but we still need to dig deeper. Tonight, I'm going to gather some team cadres to discuss specific actions. But you don't need to worry about that. What you need to do is go to the Red Guards in the county town to participate in the struggle, accumulate experience, and hone your struggle skills. When the Red Guards march into our brigade, I will cooperate with you to root out the hidden class enemies!"

Qu Yong stared at him for a while, then asked, "Dad, if we really determine that Yang Beian is a reactionary and root him out, then what about his son, Yang Leiluo?"

This was the question Qu Yong was most concerned about.

"His son? Of course, he's a little counter-revolutionary!"

Qu Haishan suddenly remembered a slogan from the newspaper: "Like father, like son; like father, like son." Qu Yong became even more excited, his eyes gleaming with a terrifying light. He asked, "If Yang Leiluo becomes a little counter-revolutionary, will Feng Dongmei still be his wife?"

Qu Haishan narrowed his eyes and stared at him. "Kid, so that's what you were thinking?"

But he still answered his question, saying, "The proletariat and the bourgeoisie are irreconcilable. Feng Dongmei's family are poor peasants; of course, they can't allow their daughter to marry a reactionary!"

"Then can I marry Feng Dongmei? We're proletarians!"

Qu Yong seemed to be doing everything to get Feng Dongmei.

"Of course you can, but don't think about that now. That's selfishness. Revolution is selfless!"

"Dad, don't you have any selfish motives?"

Qu Yong asked mysteriously.

"What selfish motives do I have?"

Qu Haishan looked at him warily.

"Have you been unable to forget Yang Leiluo's mother, Yao Lijuan, all these years?"

Qu Yong's information about his father and Yao Lijuan's past was all instilled in him by Sui Da'erduo.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Qu Haishan shouted nervously. Although he said this, he was secretly vowing: Yao Lijuan, I won't die in peace if I don't have your body.
(03-25

Chapter 53: Entering Jiapigou)

Just after dinner, the two brigade and squad cadres Qu Haishan had arranged to meet arrived at his house. One was Sun Dabao, a tall, thin thirty-year-old militia company commander. Because of a quail egg-sized tumor on his left temple, people nicknamed him Sun Dabao. The other was Xin Erga, the captain of Team One in Jiapigou (Team One in Jiapigou was the largest production team in Jiapigou Brigade, the location of the brigade headquarters, and the residence of several key brigade cadres). Xin Erga was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, short but burly, with a fierce face. His intimidating appearance and somewhat unruly nature earned him the nickname "Erga." Xin Erga was the younger brother of Qu Haishan's ex-wife, Xin Damei. He was originally a group leader in the production team, but after the production team captain, Yang Beisheng, was killed by a detonator last year, Xin Erga became the captain, making him a trusted confidant cultivated by Qu Haishan.

Qu Haishan's secret summons of these two tonight to discuss matters clearly indicated that he considered them his right-hand men. The Jiapigou brigade had about twenty brigade and team cadres. Although about half of them usually followed Qu Haishan, only two were truly his confidants. People like the brigade accountant, Feng Sihai, and the security chief, Liu Pangzhu, were considered the direct subordinates of the Party Secretary, Yang Beian.

Qu Haishan, abandoning his usual condescending attitude in the brigade headquarters, smiled and invited the two to sit on the sofa. He even unusually took out a pack of "Daqianmen" cigarettes and gave them to the two men. At that time, people in the countryside rarely even had the chance to touch Daqianmen cigarettes, let alone smoke them. Xin Erga's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Brother-in-law, where did you get those Daqianmen cigarettes? That's awesome!"

Although Xin Erga's elder sister, Xin Damei, had been dead for seventeen years, Xin Erga had always called Qu Haishan "brother-in-law." This wasn't just because of his sister's son, Qu Yonglian, but mainly because Qu Haishan was a leader in the brigade, and he wanted to hold onto this relationship. In fact, Xin Erga had relied on Qu Haishan's influence to rise from a rogue to his current state.

Qu Haishan lit a cigarette himself, inhaling greedily, exhaling a puff of smoke, and said, "A comrade gave this to me when I went to town a few days ago. Compared to him, I can't even live. We both transferred to civilian work in '48, and he's already the head of the county's armed forces department, but what about me? I'm still a brigade cadre in this poor mountain village!"

Sun Dabao, who was standing next to him, tried to flatter him by saying, "Captain, you should have been promoted to the town or county level a long time ago. It was only because you were punished and demoted back then that things were delayed."

Qu Haishan's face immediately darkened when he heard this.

Sun Dabao suddenly realized his slip of the tongue. Although it was meant to flatter, it had also exposed Qu Haishan's weakness. He quickly corrected himself, saying, "I heard from my third uncle that you were wronged in that matter. Yao Lijuan framed you. There's no such thing!"

Qu Haishan's expression softened immediately. He said, "Of course I was wronged. It wasn't that I wanted to insult her. She tried to seduce me, and when I rejected her, she got angry and hit me!"

Mentioning Yang Beian's wife, Yao Lijuan, Xin Erga immediately thought of Cui Huahua, whom he longed for. He puffed out smoke and took the opportunity to ask Qu Haishan, "Brother-in-law, have you made any progress on that matter for me?"

"What matter?"

Qu Haishan sat in a chair opposite them, not immediately understanding what he was talking about.

"It's about me wanting to marry Cui Huahua!"

Xin Erga's body reacted instinctively at the thought of Cui Huahua.

“I already told you about this, didn’t I? I asked Cui Huahua once, but she refused outright. What could I do?”

Qu Haishan was telling the truth; he had indeed asked Cui Huahua very seriously.

“But Cui Huahua is only in her twenties. She can’t stay a widow in the Yang family forever, can she? Just keep this in mind, and I guarantee you can get it done!”

Xin Erga looked at Qu Haishan expectantly.

Qu Haishan stared intently and said, "This is difficult. As long as Yang Beian is still the Party Secretary, he will control Cui Huahua's fate. Even if Cui Huahua remarries, it won't be your turn!"

"Why is he so domineering? Cui Huahua should have belonged to me. Her parents had already agreed to marry her to me, but Yang Beian, using his power as Party Secretary, forced them to change their minds and marry Cui Huahua to Yang Beian's younger brother, Yang Beisheng. But now Yang Beisheng is dead, and Yang Beian still won't let Cui Huahua marry me? Is he deliberately making things difficult for me?"

Qu Haishan's eyes darted around, and he began to use his sharp tongue to his advantage, saying, "Of course he's deliberately making things difficult for you. We're not on the same side as him, so you have to fight him, right?"

Qu Haishan smoothly steered the conversation to what he wanted to discuss that evening; this was his leadership genius.

Xin Erga looked completely bewildered and asked, "Struggle? What does that mean? Me, a mere team leader, struggling against the brigade secretary? Do you think I can win?"

"So what if he's the secretary? If it's a capitalist power structure, does it matter how high his rank is? Liu Shaoqi was the Vice Chairman of the State, yet he took the capitalist road and was still brought down and discredited by the dictatorship of the proletariat."

Qu Haishan had clearly begun discussing the contents of their private meeting that evening.

Xin Erga and Sun Dabao stared at him in astonishment.

Qu Haishan's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he said, "Of course we have to defeat him! The struggle between you and Yang Beian is no longer a personal feud, but a life-or-death battle between the proletariat and the bourgeoisie!"

Xin Erga's eyes lit up immediately, and he asked, "You mean Yang Beian is a capitalist roader in power?"

"Yes, he's most likely a capitalist roader in power hiding among us! I called you here today to convey the spirit of the higher-ups' movement and to study the trends and actions of our brigade's revolutionary struggle!"

Xin Erga and Sun Dabao stared intently at Qu Haishan. Although they had heard news of the Cultural Revolution in various places from newspapers and radio broadcasts, they hadn't expected it to reach Jiapigou Brigade so quickly. Both of them seemed unusually excited, and Xin Erga asked again, "Tell me the spirit from above, what should we do?"

"The Central Committee has instructed that all sorts of capitalist roaders, reactionaries, spies, and traitors have infiltrated every government agency, school, and every corner of the countryside. These enemies are lurking right beside us. The purpose of the revolution is to root them out, fight against them, and implement the dictatorship of the proletariat against them! This great revolution has already begun in earnest from Beijing to the local areas. The Red Guards who have been making connections have already reached the county seat, where the bourgeois headquarters has been destroyed. Before long, they will march into our town and then into our brigade. A Cultural Revolution group has been established in the town, and the leaders have already assigned revolutionary tasks to each brigade." "It's a mission. What we need to do is take the lead, mobilize the masses, and find the class enemies hidden in each brigade and team!"

Xin Erga jumped up excitedly like a spring and said, "I understand, the biggest capitalist roader in Jiapigou Brigade is Yang Beian, right?"

But Xin Erga's most exciting reason was that he thought of Cui Huahua

. Chapter 54: The Benefits of Struggle

Qu Haishan actually gave a thumbs up, looking appreciative, and said, "Your sense of struggle is still very sharp! I've suspected all these years that Yang Beian is a class enemy who has infiltrated!"

Sun Dabao seemed to have finally figured it out as well, and asked... "Captain, what should we do? What kind of struggle preparations should we make?"

Qu Haishan, with the composure of a general before battle, pondered for a moment and said, "Before the Red Guards and work teams arrive, we shouldn't act openly. We should secretly gather evidence of Yang Bei'an's counter-revolutionary activities. Only with evidence of their counter-revolutionary activities can we have a solid basis to expose him when the Red Guards arrive!"

Xin Ergazi seemed a little confused and said with difficulty, "But how can we find evidence of his counter-revolutionary activities? What kind of evidence counts as counter-revolutionary evidence?"

Qu Haishan... Qu Haishan lit another cigarette, crossed his legs, and took a deep drag, his eyes fixed on the swirling smoke. After a while, he sat up straight and said, "As long as we use our brains more and visit the masses more often, especially those who have had conflicts or disagreements with Yang Bei'an, it won't be hard to find evidence. For example, some of the things he's done and said over the years—which ones contradict the proletarian line? This evidence might exist in the smallest details." Qu Haishan looked at Xin Ergazi as he spoke and said, "Let me give you an example. Take Yang Bei'an ruining your marriage with Cui Huahua as an example." What is this behavior? This is the essence of landlord class exploitation, and also the bureaucratic style of the bourgeoisie. Such things can expose the true nature of the capitalist ruling class!

This vivid example almost struck a chord with Xin Erga, who was so excited he almost fainted. He said, "Brother-in-law, you have such sharp eyes! Your analysis is absolutely right. Yang Beian used his position as the Party Secretary to forcibly take Cui Huahua to his home to be his brother's wife. If we expose Yang Beian, overthrow him, and discredit him, can I get Cui Huahua back?"

Qu Haishan felt a surge of pride and encouraged him, "Of course you can get her back! This action has transcended personal grudges and has already taken on the nature of a struggle between the proletariat and capitalism!" Xin Erga

suddenly jumped up as if injected with adrenaline, rubbing his fists and shouting, "I must destroy Yang Beian's reactionary position!"

Sun Dabao, who had been listening attentively, also seemed to have grasped the point: so revolutionary struggle can yield things that are not available in ordinary times? He couldn't help but lean forward, looking at Qu Haishan, and asked, "Captain, can I also destroy those four types of elements like Chu Laotian?"

Qu Haishan hesitated. Xia Lan, Chu Laotian's woman, had already given herself to him, precisely so that he would protect her man. He couldn't just take advantage of someone else's woman for nothing. Thinking this, he said, "We must treat enemies like Chu Laotian, who have already been largely reformed, differently. Although the 'four categories' are also class enemies, they have already been identified and are undergoing reform. Their reactionary arrogance has already been eliminated. We cannot treat them like lurking enemies; we must be more lenient!"

Sun Dabao was somewhat disappointed, but he couldn't help but voice his thoughts, saying, "Captain, I want to marry Chu Laotian's second daughter, Chu Erya. I've begged you to act as matchmaker for me for a long time, but their family won't agree. Isn't this a form of resistance against the proletariat?" "Should we resist?"

Qu Haishan puffed on his cigarette, pondering how to resolve the matter. After a while, he said, "This is a personal issue, not the same as Xin Erga's. Besides, Chu Laotian and Xia Lan didn't say they were unwilling; it's just that Chu Erya said she's still young and doesn't want to find a husband yet, so she'll wait. But you don't need to rush this. Chu Laotian and Xia Lan have already assured me they'll find a way to persuade their daughter. How about this, I'll go to the Chu family again tomorrow and ask around, and also urge Chu Laotian again!"

To appease his trusted confidants who were working for him, Qu Haishan had to find a way to meet some of their feasible demands. He was also determined to make Sun Dabao and Chu Erya's marriage happen.

Sun Dabao hurriedly pleaded, "Captain, then I'll leave my business to you!"

Qu Haishan nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll do my best. You should still focus on the revolutionary struggle. As long as you make a contribution to the revolution, everything will be fine. Tell me your thoughts on the struggle!" Sun Dabao

scratched his head, racking his brains for a long time before saying, "There's something I don't know if it counts as Yang Beian's reactionary act?"

"Tell me, what is it?"

Qu Haishan encouraged him.

"Back in 1958, when the people's commune was being established, my third uncle was the commune leader, and Yang Beian was the village head. Because Yang Beian disagreed with my father taking the lead in merging the cooperative into the brigade, the two of them argued. At that time, Yang Beian said something like this: 'Do you think that forming a large collective means communism? That's unrealistic!'" Qu Haishan's eyes flashed, and he stood up excitedly, asking, "Did Yang Beian really say that?"

Sun Dabao said with certainty, "Absolutely, he said that. I was right there at the time!" Qu Haishan excitedly clenched his fist and said, "

This is typical capitalist reactionary thought. The People's Commune was proposed by Chairman Mao; it is the bright road to communism. Yang Bei'an opposes the People's Commune, which is to oppose Chairman Mao and communism. This is exactly in line with Liu Shaoqi's bourgeois rhetoric! Here's what we'll do: go back and talk to your third uncle, compile some materials, and when the Red Guards arrive and the movement starts, you and your third uncle should both expose Yang Bei'an's reactionary words and deeds!"

While the three people inside the room were having a secret meeting, someone was eavesdropping outside the door—it was Qu Yong. Qu Yong was even more excited and eager than his father, Qu Haishan, but the terrifying voice in his heart was: Yang Leiluo, the time for me to deal with you is coming soon! Feng Dongmei, you will be my wife sooner or later! Chapter 55: Want to See Your Body Although the storm had not yet descended upon this remote Jiapigou Town, a sense of impending

doom

and the sound of wind were already approaching.

Because all the teachers of the middle school were going to the town government for a centralized study session—of course, to learn the spirit of the higher-ups' campaign—the school only had half a day of classes today, and the students were dismissed in the afternoon. Yang Leiluo was pushing his bicycle, with Feng Dongmei following behind, as they walked out of the school gate.

As soon as they stepped out of the school gate, they both saw two people riding bicycles side by side on the street outside the school gate and were both surprised.

The person riding on the left was none other than Qu Yong, and the one on the right was... It was a man who looked like an official—Tian, the town government's secretary, whom everyone recognized.

Yang Leiluo and Feng Dongmei were both taken aback. Qu Yong had already been expelled from school; what was he doing in town today? And what were they doing with Secretary Tian? The two stood there watching Qu Yong and Tian Zifu ride past them on their bicycles.

Qu Yong, of course, also saw Yang Leiluo and Feng Dongmei coming out of the school gate. But unlike usual, Qu Yong didn't flirt with Feng Dongmei; instead, he turned his head away, pretending not to see them. Perhaps Qu Yong had something to hide, thinking about his evil deed of ordering someone to attack Yang Leiluo's eyes with white lime, fearing Yang Leiluo's revenge.

Seeing Qu Yong, Yang Leiluo naturally remembered that his eyes had almost been blinded by white lime yesterday, and were still a little red and swollen. He impulsively wanted to ride his bicycle after Qu Yong and give him a good beating, but as soon as he got on his bicycle, Feng Dongmei grabbed him. She seemed to know what he was about to do and whispered, "Why are you arguing with him!" Yang

Leiluo knew that beating someone in front of the town officials was putting him in a very passive position, so he didn't chase after Qu Yong. But he was determined to get revenge sooner or later.

Pushing his bicycle, Yang Leiluo planned to ride it again once they were out of the main street, the two of them talking as they rode. Feng Dongmei was still curious about the strange thing about seeing Qu Yong and Secretary Tian leave together, so she asked, "Da Lei, what do you think Qu Yong and that Secretary Tian are up to?"

Yang Leiluo was also clueless, saying, "Who knows what they're up to? What good could that scoundrel Qu Yong possibly do?"

Yang Leiluo and Feng Dongmei were still teenagers, so they didn't connect the dots to anything serious. Feng Dongmei lowered her head, lost in thought, one hand gripping the back of the bicycle seat, moving with the rhythm of the wheels. After a while, she asked again, "Does your eye still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt as much anymore, but it still feels burning, and there's a nauseating sensation inside! It's much better than yesterday!" "Looks like your grandfather's eye drops are very effective!" “

Oh, I guess so!”

Yang Leilu thought to himself, it must be his aunt’s breast milk that worked, but of course he couldn’t tell her about how she used her breast milk to wash his eyes. After a while, Yang Leilu turned around and asked, “Do you know why Qu Yong tried to harm me like that?”

“How would I know?”

Feng Dongmei knew the whole story, but she pretended to be confused.

“Isn’t it all because of you?”

“Why because of me?”

“Qu Yong wanted to pursue you, but because you’re already my wife, he resented me and wanted to kill me!”

“Who’s your wife?”

Feng Dongmei shyly tapped his lower back with her small hand.

“Everyone in our village acknowledges you as my wife, what’s there to deny?”

Yang Leilu chuckled.

“Maybe one day I’ll be someone else’s wife!”

Feng Dongmei wiped her eyes, but secretly smiled.

“Don’t even think about it, I won’t let anyone take me away!”

“Is it possible that someone else will take you away?” "Isn't that bad element's daughter eyeing you?"

Feng Dongmei was obviously referring to Chu Erya.

"Here we go again, I'm not talking to you anymore!"

Yang Leiluo knew explaining those things was exhausting.

Once they were on the main street, Yang Leiluo got on his bicycle, with Feng Dongmei sitting on the back. Yang Leiluo reminded her, "Dongmei, come closer."

Of course, he was quite enjoying the feeling of her being so close to him.

"Sit still, slow down!"

Feng Dongmei had completely forgotten her earlier slight annoyance.

The bike left the town streets and turned into a field of rapeseed flowers. The dense, golden rapeseed blossoms, taller than a person, almost completely obscured Yang Leiluo's bicycle. Feng Dongmei leaned forward, closer to him, one hand around his waist. Yang Leiluo immediately felt the soft, bouncy texture of her breasts, and involuntarily thought of his aunt's breasts, once again confirming that this part of a woman's body was the most wonderful.

The path through the rapeseed field wasn't wide, but it was smooth. Yang Leiluo tried to hold the handlebars with one hand and surprisingly managed. He pretended to scratch an itch and reached behind his back, indeed touching her two full breasts. Feng Dongmei pretended to agree with his tickling, blushing as he touched her a few times.

Yang Leiluo was captivated by the feeling in his hand, and the bike wobbled, almost plunging into the rapeseed field.

"Da Lei, don't make me fall!"

Feng Dongmei said, pushing his hand away.

Fearing he might actually fall, Yang Leiluo held the handlebars carefully and rode the bike very fast. Then, Feng Dongmei's ample bosom pressed against his back again. After a while, he couldn't resist reaching behind her several times, but Feng Dongmei brushed him off each time. Afraid of upsetting her, Yang Leiluo didn't dare move again.

"Da Lei, look how beautiful those rapeseed flowers are, so golden!"

Feng Dongmei said, beaming with delight.

"How about I stop for a bit and make you a flower wreath?"

Yang Leiluo, seeing her unusually happy, wanted to please her.

"Don't stop, I just want to look. Do you think rapeseed flowers are prettier or hibiscus flowers?"

Feng Dongmei asked.

"Both are beautiful, hibiscus flowers are intoxicating, rapeseed flowers are breathtaking!"

"You're fickle!"

Feng Dongmei exclaimed.

"How am I fickle?"

"You want both flowers, that's fickle!"

Feng Dongmei seemed to be implying something again, but she immediately smiled.

Feng Dongmei lowered her head, then pressed her face against his strong back with a lingering infatuation.

The car left the path lined with rapeseed flowers and onto the main road leading to the village. Yang Leiluo dared not be careless anymore; the road was bumpy and uneven, and he was genuinely worried about dropping his princess. The car

bumped and jostled like an intimate lover with each jolt.

"Dongmei, why don't you think the teacher teaches the last lesson of 'Physiology and Hygiene'?"

Yang Leiluo suddenly asked, remembering something.

"She's embarrassed!"

Feng Dongmei replied nervously.

"Do you think men and women are really like the ones in the books?"

Yang Leiluo stopped the car, turned around, and stared at her, half out of curiosity and half to tease her.

"Da Lei, why are you thinking about such nonsense?"

Feng Dongmei blushed, the image of a man's erotic illustration flashing through her mind.

"Dongmei, I want to see your body!"

Yang Leiluo finally voiced his long-held desire.

Chapter 56: Even in broad daylight, she still pesters him.

"You pervert, I'm ignoring you!"

Feng Dongmei, half-shy and half-coquettish, left his car and ran ahead.

Yang Leiluo knew he'd said the wrong thing again, so he pushed his bicycle and chased after her, but the bike bounced violently, and his two schoolbags wobbled precariously, making it difficult for him to catch up. Later, Feng Dongmei stopped and even giggled at him, proving she wasn't angry.

Feng Dongmei's house was to the left of Yang Leiluo's, so naturally she arrived home first. She waved her schoolbag at Yang Leiluo and said, "If you have time this afternoon, come find me, let's go play by the river!"

Then, without waiting for Yang Leiluo's reply, she flew into her yard like a bird.

Yang Leiluo pushed his bicycle into his yard. Since it was afternoon, his father was working at the brigade, his mother at the school, and his younger brother and sister were in elementary school; only his aunt and her baby were home.

Yang Leiluo put down his schoolbag and went straight to the east room to find his aunt. His eyes had improved significantly after his aunt washed them with her breast milk, and he naturally wanted her to do it again today. The feeling of having his eyes washed with her breast milk was the most wonderful pleasure; just thinking about it made his heart itch.

When Yang Leiluo entered the east room, he didn't see his aunt; only the baby was sleeping soundly in the cradle. Yang Leiluo wasn't too surprised that his aunt wasn't in the room; he guessed she had gone to the outhouse to relieve her itching. The peculiar scent permeating the room captivated him—a blend of a woman's fragrance and the baby's milky aroma, a scent that stirred his fantasies.

He heard footsteps outside the door and thought it was his aunt returning; his heart inexplicably stirred. But instead of his aunt entering, he sensed someone entering his house in the west room.

Yang Leiluo hurriedly came out of the east room. It turned out the person who entered wasn't one of his family members, but Chu Erya. After entering the room and finding no one there, Chu Erya quickly turned to leave, bumping into Yang Leiluo who was rushing in.

To be precise, Yang Leiluo bumped into Chu Erya's arms. His chest was bounced by Chu Erya's soft handbag, and their cheeks inevitably touched. This unexpected embrace lasted for a few seconds before Chu Erya blushed and quickly stepped back, letting out a shy laugh.

Yang Leiluo was also embarrassed, but he quickly shifted the focus, saying, "I thought someone from my family had come back."

Chu Erya, of course, tried to downplay the awkwardness of the physical contact, saying, "I was standing by my back window when I saw you and Feng Dongmei come back together, so I came to find you!"

Then she asked, "Why did you get out of school so early today?"

"Oh, all the teachers went to town for training today, so we only had one class in the afternoon before school was over!"

Yang Leiluo said, closing the door behind him and pulling her hand, saying, "What are you doing standing here? Sit on the kang!"

Chu Erya sat down steadily on the edge of the kang, her eyes fixed on Yang Leiluo, and said, "At noon, the brigade leader Qu Haishan came to my house again, asking about that matter again." "The one about arranging your marriage?"

Yang Leiluo, of course, remembered her mentioning that Qu Haishan had acted as matchmaker for her and Sun Dabao.

"Yeah, he came to ask my mom again today!"

"Didn't you already refuse? Why is he still asking?"

Yang Leiluo seemed very concerned about Chu Erya's situation, feeling that Chu Erya marrying Sun Dabao was a bit unreliable.

"I did refuse, but my parents agree. They keep trying to persuade me, it's driving me crazy." Chu Erya's eyes were filled with a gloomy mist.

"I just don't understand why your parents want you to marry a thirty-year-old man with a big bump on his forehead? Even if your family's background isn't good, it's not like you can't find a man of similar age and appearance!"

Chu Erya blinked her charming eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "Mainly because my dad strongly agrees. His stated reason is that Sun Dabao has a good class background and is a brigade cadre, so he has a promising future. Although he's a bit older, he's not unworthy. But I know what he really thinks. He's a 'four categories' element (a derogatory term for individuals classified as 'class enemies' or 'criminals'), and he's suffered so much humiliation all these years. They have to do all the dirty and hard work in the brigade, and at the slightest provocation, he gets criticized, even beaten and verbally abused. If he could find a militia company commander as his son-in-law, it seems like he'd find someone to rely on, and he wouldn't have to suffer like that anymore. After Qu Haishan left today, my dad started asking me again about what I wanted to do." "I hadn't thought it through, so I still said I disagreed. He immediately got angry and said, 'I've made the decision. Tonight, Sun Dabao invited you to see a movie at the Sixth Team. You have to go with him. Get to know each other better; maybe you'll develop feelings for each other!' I said I wouldn't go to the movie with him tonight, and my dad said, 'You try not going! I'll kidnap you tonight!' In the afternoon, they all went to work, and I happened to see you come back, so I slipped out!"

Yang Leiluo was very angry and said, "Your dad is too selfish. He's willing to sacrifice you just for his own comfort? What does your mother think? Does she think the same way as your dad?"

"My mother doesn't really agree, but she wants to listen to Qu Haishan," Chu Erya said, lowering her head.

"Why does your mother want to listen to Qu Haishan?"

Yang Leiluo sensitively remembered what Feng Dongmei had told him about Chu Erya's mother having that kind of relationship with Qu Haishan.

Chu Erya seemed to have something difficult to say, her eyes darting around. “I don’t know why she listens to him. Anyway, my mom has changed recently, she’s become so different that I hardly recognize her anymore. I blush when I think about it.” Yang Leiluo asked sensitively, “What’s wrong with your mom? Is she having any unusual reactions?”

Chu Erya avoided his questioning gaze, her face flushed, clutching the corner of her shirt, and said with difficulty, “My mom often argues with my dad because she pesters him to do ‘that’ at night, and she does it during the day too. My dad can’t do it, so she argues. My mom wasn’t like this before!”

Yang Leiluo immediately thought of his aunt’s behavior and Xiaobaixie’s promiscuous actions, and seemed to have a premonition of what was going on. He stared intently and asked, “Erya, your mom doesn’t have that kind of disease, does she?”

Although Chu Erya was a young girl and wouldn’t have that kind of disease, and didn’t need to worry about it, she still knew about this strange disease that tormented women, because it had been present in Jiapigou for decades. After his reminder, Chu Erya seemed to understand, and said, "Oh dear, why didn't I think of that! My mother might have it. Why did my mother get this disease? No one in our family has had this disease in all these years."

The thought of her mother possibly having that shameful disease filled Chu Erya with terror.

To accurately determine if her mother was truly ill, Yang Leiluo reluctantly asked, "Erya, I have a question for you! Some people say your mother and Qu Haishan are having an affair, I wonder if it's true?" Immediately, images of her mother

and Qu Haishan's wanton behavior flashed through Chu Erya's mind

. (Chapter 57: Forced

to Ask)

Her face was as red as red paper. Head bowed, she clutched a corner of her hand tightly, her high chest heaving. It took her a long time to muster the courage to say, "It's true, I saw it all with my own eyes. I hated my mother so much then, but she explained to me that she had no choice but to do it to protect my father. Otherwise, my father would have been tortured to death sooner or later!"

Yang Leiluo seemed to understand his mother Xia Lan's infidelity. Qu Haishan, that devil, always used his power to manipulate women, especially the women of those class enemies they "controlled." He had witnessed firsthand how those "four categories" of people lived worse than dogs. Qu Laotian's health was already poor; he couldn't withstand such rampant "dictatorship." His woman, to protect him from being persecuted to death, used her body to feed a wolf like Qu Haishan—it was a helpless situation. Yang Leiluo hurriedly explained, "Er Ya, I don't want to know about your family's private affairs. I want to know how your mother got sick. Now I understand, your mother's illness must have been transmitted by Qu Haishan. It's said that many people in our village have this disease because of him!"

"I know my mother wasn't originally that kind of woman. She only did that with Qu Haishan for my father's sake. But recently, I've noticed a terrible change in my mother. She's so proactive when she sees Qu Haishan. That look in her eyes makes me feel ashamed!"

Chu Er Ya looked utterly humiliated. She recalled her mother flirting with Qu Haishan right in front of her, and felt like vomiting.

Yang Leiluo kindly comforted her, saying, "That's because your mother got that disease. Women with that disease can't control themselves!"

Yang Leiluo suddenly had a righteous thought: if he could get his grandfather's prescription, he would also cure Chu Er Ya's mother's illness, because this woman wasn't inherently promiscuous. Just as the two were talking, the door opened, and Aunt Cui Huahua's beautiful face peeked in. She smiled at Chu Erya first, "I wondered who it was? It's Erya!"

Then she looked at Yang Leiluo and asked, "Dalei, why are you back so early today?"

"Auntie, all the teachers at school went to study, so we got out of school early!"

Yang Leiluo quickly replied. At that moment, his warm gaze met his aunt's, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

Cui Huahua only said "Oh," and then said, "You two chat, I'm going to see the children!"

After that, she went back to the east room.

Watching Cui Huahua leave, Chu Erya said from the bottom of her heart, "Dalei, your aunt is so kind, so gentle!"

She said this sincerely. It was truly touching that people of the Yang family, a family of such standing, could be so friendly to her, the daughter of a "four categories of people" (a derogatory term for people from disadvantaged backgrounds).

"That's right, my aunt is the best woman in the world!"

Yang Leiluo said, his voice filled with warmth and pride as he spoke of his aunt.

Chu Erya mainly came to tell Yang Leiluo about her own troubles. After a while, she picked up where Cui Huahua left off, saying, "Dalei, now you understand why my mother listened to Qu Haishan, right? Although my mother wasn't really willing to marry me off to Sun Dabao, Qu Haishan kept telling her that he guaranteed I wouldn't suffer if I married Sun Dabao, and he could vouch for it, so my mother listened to him!"

"Even if they all agreed, if you don't want to, no one has the right to force you. It all depends on your own thoughts!"

"If I had agreed, would I be so upset?"

Chu Erya suddenly felt wronged for some reason. She lowered her head and looked down for a long time before looking up at Yang Leiluo and tentatively saying, "Da Lei, I want you to help me think of a way to ask your father to talk to Qu Haishan and stop him from getting involved in this matter." Yang Leiluo frowned and thought for a while before saying, "That seems unlikely. My father and Qu Haishan have always been mortal enemies. Qu Haishan does everything against my father. He will never listen to my father!"

Chu Erya was greatly disappointed and said in a sorrowful tone, "Then forget it. It seems that no one can help me. I can only bear it one day at a time. If I really can't bear it, I might as well marry Sun Dabao!"

As she spoke, she stole a glance at Yang Leiluo.

Yang Leiluo's heart tightened inexplicably. He pondered for a moment and said, "Er Ya, although asking my father for help might not be effective, I'm still willing to try when I have time. But don't count on it!"

Just then, the door opened again, and Feng Dongmei's cold face appeared in the doorway. Although Feng Dongmei's face was cold and gloomy, her eyes were full of suspicion and jealousy. She stood in the doorway with her hands behind her back and said in a drawn-out voice, "It seems I've come at the wrong time again, disturbing you all once more!"

Yang Leiluo immediately panicked and hurriedly explained, "Dongmei, we're talking about serious matters, what are you disturbing us for?"

"Yes, you're talking about serious matters, are you discussing marriage?"

Feng Dongmei had clearly overheard their conversation.

Fearing she might misunderstand, Yang Leiluo hastily said, "We're talking about Er Ya being forced into marriage by her parents!"

"Why would she tell you about something like this? You're even willing to help her escape the marriage; it's obvious you two are interested, why are you still explaining?"

"Dongmei, why do you always misunderstand things? Can't she just tell me about her troubles?"

Yang Leiluo was clearly also extremely frustrated.

"Fine, I'm not bothering you. If you want to be with the daughter of a 'four categories' element, then so be it, I won't disturb you!" With that

, Feng Dongmei turned and left, followed by the sound of her footsteps fading into the distance.

Chu Erya, her face full of guilt, hurriedly stood up and said, "Dalei, it's my fault, I made her misunderstand me again. I'll go find her and explain." With that, Chu Erya went out the door, seemingly to chase after Feng Dongmei.

Yang Leiluo stood in the suddenly empty room, feeling incredibly frustrated and depressed. He thought to himself: Dealing with girls is such a damn hassle.

Just as he was feeling down, the door opened again, and his aunt stood there, looking at him with concern. She asked, "Dalei, are your eyes better? Are you going to wash them today?"

Seeing his aunt's beautiful face, gentle eyes, and melodious voice, Yang Leiluo's depression vanished instantly. He hurriedly said, "Auntie, of course I'll wash my eyes! I looked for you earlier, but you weren't in the room!"

"Then come quickly!"

his aunt said, turning and going back into the east room.

Chapter 58: Saving Breast Milk for Him

(Yang Leiluo) Yang Leiluo stood by the cradle, looking at the adorable baby, and chuckled, "Auntie, your child's penis is quite large!"

Cui Huahua also glanced at the child's penis, smiled, and said, "If only this child's penis were as big as yours when he's sixteen!"

As she spoke, her eyes unconsciously drifted towards Yang Leiluo's crotch.

Yang Leiluo seemed embarrassed, instinctively covering his groin with his hand, saying, "What's so good about it being big? People laugh at it!"

"Who laughed at you?"

Cui Huahua tilted her head and asked.

"You laughed at me!"

"They were praising you! A man's penis is big, that's what makes him a man, that's what gives him strength! Your deadbeat uncle's isn't big!"

For some reason, Cui Huahua was interested in discussing this today; she was usually very shy about talking about these topics in front of Yang Leiluo.

"Ah? Auntie, does a man's strength have anything to do with size?"

Yang Leiluo had indeed never heard of this before.

Cui Huahua covered her mouth and chuckled, not answering his question. She immediately changed the subject, asking, "Was Feng Dongmei here just now?"

"Yes, she was!"

Mentioning what had just happened, Yang Leiluo's heart began to darken, and he answered simply.

"When two girls bump into each other, trouble ensues!"

Clearly, Cui Huahua knew everything that had just happened in the west room. "Auntie, why are these girls so fussy? One minute they're all sunshine and rainbows!"

Yang Leiluo was, of course, still thinking about Feng Dongmei's earlier resentment, his heart still uneasy.

"Isn't that your fault? Who told you to two-timing? You're so fickle!"

Cui Huahua scolded.

"Who's two-timing? There's nothing between me and Chu Erya at all. Feng Dongmei just insists on thinking that way, what can I do?"

Yang Leiluo argued.

“You can’t hide this from me. Even if you don’t have those feelings for Chu Er Ya yet, she definitely has feelings for you. Otherwise, why would she keep coming to see you?”

“Auntie, you say that too? Then I’m in deep trouble!”

Yang Leiluo looked very anxious.

“Some things, even if they’re not said aloud, don’t mean they don’t exist,” Cui Huahua seemed to be speaking from experience, looking at him with a strange expression.

“Never mind her, let it be!”

Yang Leiluo wanted to get rid of those helpless things. He had something he had been holding back all day to say, “Auntie, I’m even more certain about something today!”

“What is it?”

Cui Huahua asked curiously.

“Auntie, I’m absolutely certain now that the man who violated you in the graveyard was Xin Ergai!”

Cui Huahua stared at him intently and asked, “What evidence have you found this time?”

Yang Leiluo leaned closer to Cui Huahua and said mysteriously, “This morning, after the production team rang the bell, I got up and went to pee in the backyard. I saw a man peeping at something on the back wall. Although he quickly slipped away, I still saw clearly that it was Xin Ergai. I was thinking, is he watching you, planning something again?”

Cui Huahua was stunned for a moment, then stammered, “What can he do to me? I can’t go out alone anymore!”

“You have to be careful at home too. Think about it, it’s just you and the child at home every day. What if he takes advantage of the situation?”

“During the day, he’s always working in the team with a whole bunch of members. Does he have time to do anything else?”

"Auntie, do you think he actually does any work every day? He's the team leader, he doesn't do much work at all. The deputy team leader and group leader lead the work, he has plenty of time to do bad things!"

Yang Leiluo was genuinely worried that his aunt would be bullied by Xin Erga again, so he reminded her like this.

Cui Huahua stared at him for a while and said, "I know, I'll be more careful!"

Cui Huahua seemed unwilling to talk about this topic anymore, so she asked him, "Da Lei, didn't you ask me to wash your eyes?"

Thinking of washing his eyes, Yang Leiluo immediately forgot everything else, his eyes darting towards his aunt's high chest, and said, "Yes, I thought about it as soon as I got home, but you weren't in the house!"

"Do you think it will work?"

Cui Huahua thought of the scene where she washed his eyes yesterday, and her heart was also churning.

"It works, it's like a magic pill, my eyes don't hurt today!"

"Then I'll wash your eyes a few more times!"

Cui Huahua said softly.

"Has your baby been fed?"

Yang Leiluo asked, glancing at the child still playing in the cradle.

"I just gave him a few sips!"

Cui Huahua was right; she had only let the baby have a few sips, not too much. This was different from her usual feeding method. Normally, she would let the baby eat as much as he wanted, but today Cui Huahua was saving her milk because she knew Yang Leiluo would come to wash his eyes. She didn't want him to lift her clothes and find her breasts engorged. A woman's beauty lies in fullness, and she sensed Yang Leiluo's particular fondness for women's breasts. Although deep down she dared not think about his relationship with her, subconsciously she still wanted him to be infatuated with her—that's just how women are.

"Auntie, then you should feed the baby a little longer, don't delay his feeding!"

As Yang Leiluo spoke, he unconsciously glanced at Cui Huahua's chest; her two large breasts looked as if they were about to burst through her vest.

"It's alright, I'll give it to you first, he hasn't cried yet!"

Cui Huahua got up from the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) to make room for Yang Leiluo so he could lie down on the edge.

"Auntie, I'm not in a hurry, you should breastfeed the baby and let him sleep!"

Firstly, Yang Leiluo wanted to stay in his aunt's room as long as possible, and secondly, he hoped his aunt could breastfeed the baby to sleep, making it easier for them to do things.

Cui Huahua also thought they should breastfeed the baby to sleep. Thinking about it, her face flushed slightly, and she whispered, "Then I'll feed the baby first!"

"Okay!"

Yang Leiluo's eyes were fixed on her every move. Yang Leiluo's heart was pounding. He had a premonition that his aunt's expression was very subtle today; something was definitely going to happen. It must be that her period was over, and they could do *that*! That was what he was infinitely looking forward to. (

Chapter 58 of the main text, appendix: A brief

introduction to the exciting content of the following volumes.) Volume Two: The Disaster Chapter. Qu Yong leads the Red Guards back to the middle school to rebel. Feng Dongmei aligns herself with Qu Yong and joins the rebel organization. Yang Leiluo feels that Feng Dongmei is drifting further and further away from him. Su Xiaomeng is labeled a bourgeois slut and a prostitute, subjected to criticism and humiliation. Encouraged by Qu Yong, Feng Dongmei exposes Su Xiaomeng's affair with Ye Mao. At the critical moment when Su Xiaomeng is about to be violated by many beasts, Yang Leiluo rescues her, and the two have sex in a melon shed in the wild. Afterwards, they part ways again, and Su Xiaomeng returns to her hometown.

Because Yang Leiluo rescued the female teacher Su Xiaomeng and Cai Jing, who were labeled as counter-revolutionaries, he is hunted by the Red Guards and militia. He returns to Jiapigou with nowhere to hide and is hidden in a cellar by Chu Erya.

The Cultural Revolution began in Jiapigou Brigade. Qu Yong led the Red Guards back to Jiapigou, and a rebel organization headed by Qu Haishan was established in the brigade. Yang Leiluo's father, the brigade secretary Yang Beian, was labeled a "walking-posture faction" member, his grandfather Yang Wanji was labeled a bourgeois, and Yang Leiluo's mother, Yao Lijuan, was labeled a "stinking intellectual" and a remnant of the landlord class. Yang Beian was tortured and persecuted, and one night he hanged himself inexplicably.

Hearing that his family had all suffered such a fate, Yang Leiluo slipped out of Chu Erya's cellar. Although Yang Leiluo was not executed, Qu Haishan forbade him to stay in Jiapigou.

At that time, the two women who had been intimate with Yang Leiluo also left him: Feng Dongmei distanced herself from Yang Leiluo and became Qu Yong's girlfriend, and his aunt Cui Huahua also left the Yang family to live with Xin Ergaizi. Only Chu Erya remained true to him and shared his hardships.

Because the Qu family wouldn't allow Yang Leiluo to stay in Jiapigou, and because Yang Leiluo wanted to protect the Yang family's precious book, he decided to leave for another place. But just as he was about to leave, Chu Erya resolutely insisted on going with him.

Yang Leiluo took Chu Erya and left for another place.

Volume Three: Revenge Three years later, Yang Leiluo's mother, Yao Lijuan, pleaded with Qu Haishan to bring him back home. However, Qu Haishan's condition was that his sixteen-year-old daughter, Yang Rui, sleep with him. Yang Rui, wanting her brother to return home, endured the humiliation and was violated by the Qu family.

Yang Leiluo returned to Jiapigou with Chu Erya. When he returned, Qu Yong and Feng Dongmei were getting married. Not long after, Chu Erya died in an accident, leaving Yang Leiluo heartbroken.

After returning home, Yang Leiluo's revenge began. He wanted an eye for an eye; the women of his enemies would repay the humiliation suffered by the women of the Yang family. He made a list of the women from his enemies' families: Sui Caiyun, Qu Haishan's wife; Qu Haishan's two daughters, Qu Fang and Qu Ting; Sui Xiaocai, daughter of Sui Da Erduo; Sun Yajing, Sun Dabao's sister; Xiao Baixie and her daughter Qingcao; Liu Guizhi, the work team leader; and Luo Meilan, the middle school principal. Yang Leiluo was filled with hatred: he wouldn't let any of these women from his enemies go.

Although Feng Dongmei and Cui Huahua had also betrayed him, Yang Leiluo still didn't include them in his list of enemies, after all, he had loved them.

Yang Leiluo tried every means to infect the women from his enemies' families with that itch, and then he would go to treat them. But he wouldn't truly cure them; he would just use his own weapon to directly attack their core, temporarily relieving their itch. These women had become addicted to him and couldn't live without him. He was taking revenge in the ecstatic ravaging.

While the leaders led the girls and wives of the team to work in the sorghum fields, Yang Leiluo sneaked into the leaders' homes to work as well. Working was also a form of revenge. Yang Leiluo finally figured out the trick: the women of the leaders were very good at work.

Soon after, a group of educated youth were sent to Jiapigou, including Su Xiaomeng. Thus, his emotional entanglement with Su Xiaomeng began again.

In the cowshed of Jiapigou, several more "capitalist roaders" were imprisoned, reportedly former high-ranking officials from the province and city who had been purged. One of them was named Han Yuanzheng. Han Yuanzheng fell seriously ill in the cowshed, on the verge of death, and was thrown into the wilderness by the Revolutionary Committee. Yang Leiluo saved Han Yuanzheng using a family secret recipe. Seven years later, Han Yuanzheng was rehabilitated and exonerated; he later became the provincial party secretary.

Volume Four: The Striving Chapter. The nightmarish catastrophe finally ended. Qu Haishan and Qu Yong, as henchmen of the Gang of Four, went to prison. The deceased Party Secretary Yang Beian was rehabilitated, and Yang Leiluo was appointed as the Party Secretary of Jiapigou Brigade.

But as a new era dawned, Yang Leiluo finally understood that true strength and growth were the key to conquering everything. He used his family's secret recipe to cure the itching of the women in Jiapigou Brigade, including the women from his former enemies' families. However, the entanglements between Yang Leiluo and these women with whom he had shared numerous ambiguous relationships were far from over. A splendid drama of love, hate, and revenge unfolded. Soon after, a luxury car pulled into Jiapigou Brigade—it was Provincial Party Secretary Han Yuanzheng.

In the cutthroat world of officialdom and business, Yang Leiluo encountered old acquaintances: Liu Guizhi, Su Xiaomeng, Cai Jing, Qu Haishan's two daughters, Qu Fang and Qu Ting, and Feng Dongmei, who had entered university and then a government agency. All these women had romantic entanglements and relationships with Yang Leiluo. Another ambiguous drama of fading beauty was unfolding. Volume Five; Suspense Chapter: What did Yang Leiluo experience after becoming the county party secretary? Who did he ultimately marry? Feng Dongmei, Su Xiaomeng, Cui Huahua, Qu Ting, Qu Fang? And what about the fates of the women surrounding him? Let's leave that a mystery for now. (March 25th, Chapter 59
of the main text, Volume

1): "Auntie, your body is so white!"

Yang Leiluo exclaimed sincerely as he touched her. "Don't talk nonsense with your auntie, or I won't do it for you!"

Cui Huahua's warning was clearly insincere; she had no real conviction, because his touch did feel very comfortable. It even started to arouse the itch in her lower body.

"Auntie, I'm telling the truth, you're so beautiful. If I could marry a wife like you, I'd hold her every day!"

Yang Leiluo changed his touch, even pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

(Chapter 62: Yang Leiluo slipped his hand inside her vest and naturally touched her tender breasts.) Feng Dongmei hadn't expected Yang Leiluo to be so barbaric. It was one thing for him to grope her while she was asleep, but to suddenly slip his hand inside while she was awake caught her off guard. A strange, restless yet pleasurable tingling sensation, like an electric current, coursed through her nerves, leaving her mind blank. She blushed as he caressed her.

Chapter 66: "Ah—no—"

Yao Lijuan's scream immediately rang out. Her underwear had been pulled down, and now her private parts were completely exposed to Qu Haishan: a tempting black pubic hair partially obscured Yao Lijuan's mysterious sacred place that made his blood boil. The beauty's abdomen was flat and soft, and Qu Haishan drooled. At this moment, his manhood was already erect, seemingly about to ejaculate. He deftly grabbed Yao Lijuan's two smooth, white legs and lowered his head to kiss her private parts.

Chapter 70: This was the first time Little White Shoes had taken off her pants in front of a man who wasn't her man. A flush rose on her weak face, a flush that restored her womanly charm. Liu Kui, watching, felt even more agitated. Seeing her still dawdling, he grew impatient and urged, "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and take them off, let me see!"

Chapter 73: That night, Little White Shoes stood outside the door listening. Qingcao's heart-wrenching cries tore at her heart. She worried that her frail daughter would be violated to death by Liu Kui. Her daughter's intermittent cries continued until dawn. Only after Liu Kui left did she rush into the house to check on her daughter. Although Qingcao wasn't dead, she was unable to move, and her body was a bloody mess.

Chapter 86: Although there was no electric light, the pure moonlight shone in, making everything visible. Yang Leiluo got up again and took off Feng Dongmei's top, slowly lifting her vest underneath. He placed his hands on her full breasts, feeling their softness and elasticity—it felt incredibly comfortable. As they embraced naked, his thick, long member probed between her legs, its hardness pressing against her vulva. Yang Leiluo grew increasingly excited, waves of desire washing over him, making him unable to control himself. His left hand caressed Feng Dongmei's smooth, tender buttocks, while his right hand squeezed his own thick, hard member, its swollen head thrashing against her vulva, searching for the entrance to her secret passage. Feng Dongmei felt the warm thing constantly assaulting her private parts, and her heart pounded with tension. She tried to push away. Yang Leiluo, however, was already eager to insert his member.

Chapter 90: Due to Cui Huahua's writhing movements, coupled with Yang Leiluo's lips and tongue tightly gripping her private parts, the two rubbing together vigorously, Cui Huahua was already unbearably itchy. Actually, while she was picking apricots, her mind was already racing with fantasies, wondering if Yang Leiluo would return early today. Chapter 94: Xin Ergazi knew very well how evil this disease was for women in Jiapigou. No matter how virtuous and conservative a woman was, once she contracted this disease, she would become a lewd woman. When a woman was experiencing an attack of this disease, she would become unusually restless and would use her hands to scratch that area. At this time, if a man went up and pulled down her pants and inserted his hard penis, there would be absolutely no trouble.

Chapter 95: When Qu Haishan was seventeen years old, his mother died of tuberculosis. A year later, when he was eighteen, his father, Qu Bapi, actually married an eighteen-year-old girl, who became his stepmother. Qu Haishan's eighteen-year-old stepmother was Xin Damei, the eldest daughter of Xin Laogeda in the village. Xin Damei was graceful and beautiful; there was no one like her in the surrounding villages. Before this, the young Qu Haishan, just beginning to experience romantic feelings, had also fallen for Xin Damei. However, while he was still indulging in his teenage fantasies, Xin Damei was suddenly married into his family by his father and became his stepmother.

Chapter 98: Qu Haishan, of course, saw him touching the female corpse and said, "You even touch a dead person's breasts? You're really obsessed with women!"

Sun Sanhouzi squinted and said, "Young master, what are you saying? Why would I go through all that trouble to get her? I'm not only going to touch her, I'm going to fuck her later! Ah, don't underestimate her just because she's dead, she feels even better than a living woman. Foreign women are just different, young master, why don't you touch her too?"

Sun Sanhouzi's intoxicated expression wasn't simply to seduce Qu Haishan; it was mostly his genuine feeling. Firstly, the woman's breasts were indeed large and firm; secondly, he was a bachelor who couldn't get his hands on any woman, and he could even enjoy touching a sow's breasts.

Chapter 101: As Qu Haishan watched, he could no longer control himself and hurriedly got up and took off his pants. As he pulled down his pants, he felt uneasy and conflicted. "Damn it," he thought, "I, a dignified young master of the Qu family, lost my first time to a female corpse! What kind of shit is this?" But he tried to comfort himself: although she was a corpse, she wasn't an ordinary one. First, she was incredibly beautiful and alluring; second, she was a foreign woman. Without this opportunity, who would even dream of sleeping with a foreign woman? It would be impossible to even see one!

Chapter 105: Emerging from the sorghum field, Qu Haishan and Xin Damei's relationship had subtly changed. The passionate collision of their youthful bodies brought them mutual satisfaction, and their hearts suddenly merged. They were like a young couple who had just finished working in the fields, holding hands as they came out, their eyes filled with intimacy and ecstasy.

"So, should I still call you 'stepmother'?"

Qu Haishan sat cross-legged on the carriage platform, glancing sideways at Xin Damei inside.

"Of course you should, why not?"

Xin Damei sat with her legs spread wide in the carriage, her skirt pulled up above her knees, displaying her white skin.

Chapter 111: Qu Haishan was even more horrified. He thought, what a coincidence! The itching down there started three or four days after he had sex with that foreign female corpse. Could it be that he had infected her with her disease? This made him even more certain that his meal came from that female corpse. He felt both regret and fear, because he didn't know what kind of disease it was. Thinking this, he felt his manhood, which his stepmother was manipulating, begin to itch. But Qu Haishan absolutely could not admit that he had infected his stepmother with her disease, because he would never tell anyone about having sex with the female corpse, even if he died. Qu Haishan asked again, "Are you still itchy now?"

Chapter 113: But it was too late to regret it. He could only try to bury this shameful matter. He looked at Sun Sanhouzi and said, "Do you know how serious this is? You infected Widow Zhou with the disease, which is already terrible. Because many men have slept with Widow Zhou, she will infect other men with the disease, and those men will infect their own women. It's terrible if the villagers find out that you infected her. They'll bury you alive! If you want to live, you have to keep this a secret. You can't tell anyone. In this world, only you and I know this secret, but I will never tell anyone!"

Sun Sanhouzi was so frightened that his face turned pale. He almost knelt down before Qu Haishan and hurriedly said, "Young Master, I will never tell anyone, even if I die. As long as you don't tell, no one will ever know!"

Chapter 119: A few days later, Xin Damei confirmed that she was indeed pregnant. An overwhelming fear swept over her. Her husband was no longer able to have children, and she was pregnant. What would happen if Qu Bapi found out? Xin Damei couldn't sit still any longer. She rushed to find Qu Haishan; the child was his, and of course she had to make him find a solution.

Taking advantage of Qu Bapi's absence that day, Xin Damei went to Qu Haishan's room with a worried face and told him the terrible news in a tearful voice. Qu Haishan was also shocked, but after a long pause, he asked, "Stepmother, are you sure this child is mine?"

Chapter 122: A few days later, a mysterious and shocking thing happened in Jiapigou Village: Yang Wanji, the doctor of the Yang Family Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic in the east, was taken away by the town police. As for why the police arrested Yang Wanji, no one knew the inside story.

But everyone in the Qu family compound knew the truth. When Xin Damei heard that Yang Wanji had been arrested, she felt extremely guilty. She knew that she had ruined him. In desperation, she couldn't help but question Qu Bapi: "Did you order your in-laws to arrest him?"

Qu Bapi smiled sinisterly: "How could I have ordered it? I should have reported him. Yang Wanji slept with my wife and got her pregnant. Did he think he could get away with it for nothing? Adultery with a married woman is illegal, shouldn't he be arrested?"

Chapter 131: Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Qu Bapi spoke again: "Wait, I have a few more words to tell you. Do you know why I didn't throw you into Moon Lake that night three years ago? Do you know why I went to the outhouse at that time? It's because I knew Xin Damei would release you. I'm giving you a chance to live, because you are, after all, my son!"

Qu Haishan's face immediately turned pale, and his hand holding the gun began to tremble, but he gritted his teeth, and the gun still fired, and then fired again. Qu Bapi's body fell into the grass.

Chapter 136: Cui Huahua felt a burning sensation pouring into her very itchy depths, a feeling that made her feel very good. But when Yang Leiluo pulled out his thing, she felt empty inside again, and she began to panic. She whispered, "You little bastard, I told you not to shoot inside, you'll get pregnant. If you do this again, I won't do it with you anymore!"

As she spoke, Cui Huahua hurriedly squatted down, her hands gripping the opening of the crevice, trying to drain the semen from the secret passage. Cui Huahua touched her genitals and felt that liquid was indeed flowing out, sticky and covering her fingers.

Chapter 143: Yang Leiluo had been thinking all the way but couldn't come up with a foolproof plan. If he told Xiaobaixie that he really had that disease, Xiaobaixie would ask how he got it. He couldn't say he got it from his aunt. If he said he didn't have the disease, then who was he trying so hard to trick his grandfather into getting the medicine for? Would she believe him if he said it was for Xiaobaixie? Yang Leiluo felt that the only way was to make it real. After all, he had already given his first time to Feng Dongmei, and his second time to his aunt, and he really did have the disease, so he had no qualms about having this happen with Xiaobaixie. So he pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Second Aunt, I really want to. I haven't tasted a woman's flavor yet. What you said the other day has made me think about it all the time." Chapter 155: "Big Brother, go ahead and rub it! I didn't ask you to put your hands inside!"

Xin Damei urged, her face flushed.

Since he had already put his hand inside, he could only rub it. Yang Wanji was also tempted by the smooth skin of the woman and rubbed it very seriously. Several times, Yang Wanji's fingertips seemed to accidentally touch the furry part at the very back. He quickly pulled his hand back, carefully making sure that his hand did not cross the line.

Xin Damei's lower abdomen was being rubbed. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were warm and full of desire. Later, Xin Damei's breathing became rapid, her proud chest heaving violently, and her gaze changed from warm to burning. Suddenly, she stood up, hooked her arm around Yang Wanji's neck, and cried out, "Brother, I want to be your woman!"

Chapter 160: Yang Wanji restrained his agitation. He had to adopt the mindset of a doctor, treating every organ of a woman's body as indifferent, like examining a woman's mouth. Before inserting the tube into Xin Damei's secret passage, Yang Wanji naturally needed to carefully observe the terrain. What he saw surprised him: the two petals between her pubic hairs seemed disheveled and wet, indicating that someone had recently performed sexual intercourse. But Yang Wanji couldn't pry into her privacy; his task was to insert the tube and blow the medicine in.

The tube in his hand was a very soft rubber tube. He had been worried that it would be difficult to insert it into her, but to his surprise, the groove was very loose and slippery, and he easily inserted it all the way in. Moreover, when it was fully inserted, Xin Damei didn't show any pain; instead, she seemed to be enjoying herself and let out a soft moan. Yang Wanji became even more suspicious that she had already been with a man, and that her narrow passage had been opened. This made Yang Wanji unable to stop thinking about Qu Haishan.

Chapter 167: Feng Dongmei hesitated for a moment, then said, "Da Lei, it seems our brigade is sending a work team." Yang Leiluo was surprised and asked, "So it's their work team coming? What does it have to do with you? Didn't our school send a work team a few days ago?"

Feng Dongmei hesitated again for a while, then said, "Last night, the brigade leader, Qu Haishan, came to my house and talked with my dad for a long time in the east room!"

Yang Leiluo was interested in this and asked, "Qu Haishan talked to your dad? What did they talk about?"

"They talked behind closed doors. Although I eavesdropped outside, I didn't hear everything. It seemed to be related to our arranged marriage. Qu Haishan seemed to be asking my dad who agreed to it. My dad said both families agreed, and Qu Haishan said, 'If you say that, it will cause a lot of trouble. How can a poor peasant like you engage in feudalistic practices?'"

Yang Leiluo's heart sank, and he hurriedly asked again, "What does our arranged marriage have to do with whether or not a work team is coming?"

"Who knows!"

Chapter 58: That's what a man should be like.

Yang Leiluo stood by the cradle, looking at the cute little child, and chuckled, "Auntie, your child's penis is quite large!"

Cui Huahua also glanced at the child's penis, smiled, and said, "If this child's penis were as big as yours when he's sixteen, that would be great!"

As she spoke, her eyes unconsciously drifted towards Yang Leiluo's crotch.

Yang Leiluo seemed embarrassed, subconsciously covering his crotch with his hand, and said, "What's so good about it being big? People laugh at it!"

"Who laughed at you?"

Cui Huahua tilted her head and asked.

"You laughed at me!"

"They were praising you. A man's penis is big, that's what makes him a man, that's what makes him strong! Your dead uncle's isn't big!"

Today, Cui Huahua was inexplicably interested in talking about this, whereas she was usually very shy about discussing these topics in front of Yang Leiluo.

"Ah? Auntie, does a man's strength have anything to do with size?"

Yang Leiluo had indeed never heard of this before.

Cui Huahua covered her mouth and chuckled, not answering his question. She immediately changed the subject, asking, "Was Feng Dongmei here just now?"

"Yes, she was!"

Mentioning what had just happened, Yang Leiluo's heart began to darken, and he answered simply.

"When two girls bump into each other, trouble ensues!"

Clearly, Cui Huahua knew everything that had just happened in the west room. "Auntie, why are these girls so fussy? One minute they're all sunshine and rainbows!"

Yang Leiluo was, of course, still thinking about Feng Dongmei's earlier resentment, his heart still uneasy.

"Isn't that your fault? Who told you to two-timing? You're so fickle!"

Cui Huahua scolded.

"Who's two-timing? There's nothing between me and Chu Erya at all. Feng Dongmei just insists on thinking that way, what can I do?"

Yang Leiluo argued.

“You can’t hide this from me. Even if you don’t have those feelings for Chu Er Ya yet, she definitely has feelings for you. Otherwise, why would she keep coming to see you?”

“Auntie, you say that too? Then I’m in deep trouble!”

Yang Leiluo looked very anxious.

“Some things, even if they’re not said aloud, don’t mean they don’t exist,” Cui Huahua seemed to be speaking from experience, looking at him with a strange expression.

“Never mind her, let it be!”

Yang Leiluo wanted to get rid of those helpless things. He had something he had been holding back all day to say, “Auntie, I’m even more certain about something today!”

“What is it?”

Cui Huahua asked curiously.

“Auntie, I’m absolutely certain now that the man who violated you in the graveyard was Xin Ergai!”

Cui Huahua stared at him intently and asked, “What evidence have you found this time?”

Yang Leiluo leaned closer to Cui Huahua and said mysteriously, “This morning, after the production team rang the bell, I got up and went to pee in the backyard. I saw a man peeping at something on the back wall. Although he quickly slipped away, I still saw clearly that it was Xin Ergai. I was thinking, is he watching you, planning something again?”

Cui Huahua was stunned for a moment, then stammered, “What can he do to me? I can’t go out alone anymore!”

“You have to be careful at home too. Think about it, it’s just you and the child at home every day. What if he takes advantage of the situation?”

“During the day, he’s always working in the team with a whole bunch of members. Does he have time to do anything else?”

"Auntie, do you think he actually does any work every day? He's the team leader, but he doesn't do much work at all. The deputy team leader and the group leader lead the work. He has plenty of time to do bad things!"

Yang Leiluo was genuinely worried that his aunt would be bullied by Xin Erga again, so he reminded her like this.

Cui Huahua stared at him for a moment, then said, "I know, I'll be more careful!"

Cui Huahua seemed unwilling to discuss this topic further, so she asked him, "Da Lei, didn't you ask me to wash your eyes?"

Thinking of washing his eyes, Yang Leiluo immediately forgot everything else, his eyes darting towards his aunt's high chest, and said, "Yes, I thought about it as soon as I got home, but you weren't in the house!"

"Do you think it works?"

Cui Huahua's heart was churning as she thought about washing his eyes yesterday.

"It works! It's like a magic pill! My eyes don't hurt today!"

"Then I'll wash them for you a few more times!"

Cui Huahua said softly.

"Has your baby been breastfed?"

Yang Leiluo glanced at the baby still playing in the cradle and asked.

"I just gave him a few bites!"

Cui Huahua was right. She only let the child have a few bites, not too much, which was different from her usual feeding method. Normally, she would let the child eat as much as he wanted, but today Cui Huahua was saving her milk because she knew Yang Leiluo would definitely come to wash his eyes. She didn't want his breasts to be full when he lifted her clothes. A woman's beauty lies in fullness, and she especially felt that Yang Leiluo had a particular fondness for women's breasts. Although deep down she didn't dare to think about what he was to her, subconsciously she still wanted him to be infatuated with her. That's just how women are.

"Auntie, then you should feed the child a little more, don't delay him from breastfeeding!"

Yang Leiluo said, unconsciously glancing at Cui Huahua's chest, those two big breasts almost bursting out of her vest.

"It's okay, I'll give you some first, he hasn't cried yet!"

Cui Huahua got up from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) to make room for Yang Leiluo to lie down on the edge of the kang.

"Auntie, I'm not in a hurry. You should breastfeed the baby and let him sleep!"

Yang Leiluo wanted to stay in his auntie's room as long as possible, and he also hoped she could breastfeed the baby to sleep so they could do their thing.

Cui Huahua also thought they should breastfeed the baby to sleep. Thinking about it, her face flushed slightly, and she whispered, "Then I'll feed the baby first!"

"Okay!"

Yang Leiluo's eyes were fixed on her every move. Yang Leiluo's heart was pounding. He had a premonition that his auntie's expression was very subtle today, something was definitely going to happen. It must be that her period was over, and they could do *that*! That was what he was so eagerly anticipating.

Chapter 59: About to Break Through the Door

Cui Huahua took the baby out of the cradle. The baby had just finished breastfeeding and didn't seem very hungry. He ate and played at the same time, sucking and looking up at his mother's face, while one of his little hands scratched at his mother's other breast.

Yang Leiluo sat less than a foot away, gazing at his aunt's large, snow-white breasts. He couldn't help but swallow, his heart pounding, and his erection rising.

He couldn't resist moving closer, teasing the baby who was nursing, saying, "Eat up, or your brother will eat!"

He even smacked his lips as he spoke.

Cui Huahua blushed instantly, but her heart stirred. She said to the child, "Look how pathetic your older brother is, trying to steal your milk! When he grows up, you'll beat him up!"

Yang Leiluo chuckled, his eyes never leaving his aunt's breasts, but he seemed to be watching the baby nurse.

The child's little hands scratched at his aunt through her vest, seemingly unable to find a place to start. Seeing this, Yang Leiluo had a sudden inspiration and decided to help the child. He lifted up his aunt's vest on that side, exposing her other large breast, and placed the child's little hand on it, saying, "Hehe, now you've got something to play with, hurry up and eat!"

At the same time, Yang Leiluo's hand brushed against his aunt's breast, and a jolt of electricity immediately surged through him. Cui Huahua, of course, understood that this boy was subtly touching her, and she certainly didn't feel any aversion; instead, she felt a warm glow inside.

"If you don't eat now, brother will really eat it!"

Yang Leiluo pretended to eat his aunt's unused breast; at that moment, the milky scent was truly making his mouth water.

Cui Huahua shyly patted his hand and symbolically pushed him away, but didn't push his hand away completely. Although she felt a little flustered and shy, she also felt a sense of comfort.

"Auntie, are you serious? Do you think I can compete with a baby for milk?"

Yang Leiluo said, but his hands didn't leave the cradle.

Cui Huahua's heart fluttered. She said, "Don't worry if you're serious. If you're really craving it, I'll give you any left after I wash your eyes!"

With that, Cui Huahua took the opportunity to get up and put the baby back in the cradle.

But she wanted to put the baby to sleep first, so she didn't rush to wash Yang Leiluo's eyes. Instead, she sat on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), gently pushing the cradle and humming a lullaby.

Cui Huahua's voice was sweet and gentle, captivating Yang Leiluo, as if he were already lying in the cradle, being watched by his auntie, inhaling her intoxicating scent. He couldn't help but say, "Auntie, your voice is so beautiful!"

Cui Huahua's face immediately flushed, and she shushed him, signaling him to be quiet and let the baby fall asleep quickly.

Yang Leiluo remained silent, just watching her intently. At that moment, he suddenly felt how wonderful it would be to live in such a beautiful atmosphere!

Not long after, to the gentle rhythm of Cui Huahua rocking the cradle, to the soft, melodious lullaby, the baby indeed fell into a sweet sleep. Cui Huahua breathed a soft sigh of relief, looking at Yang Leiluo with gentle eyes, and said, "Now it's Auntie's turn to soothe you, hee hee!"

Then she got up.

Yang Leiluo hurriedly lay down on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) as he had yesterday.

As Cui Huahua bent down, Yang Leiluo's eyes were fixed on his aunt's chest, his Adam's apple still bobbing.

"Close your eyes!"

Cui Huahua commanded, blushing. Although there shouldn't be any secrets between them anymore, being stared at like that still made her heart flutter a little.

"Auntie, I've already touched it, what's wrong with me seeing? There's no one else here!"

Yang Leiluo sounded a little cheeky, but he was telling the truth.

Cui Huahua didn't make him close his eyes again, but said, "You're a grown man now. If anyone sees me treating you like this, they'll gossip! You're not my man. Even when your uncle was alive, he didn't receive this kind of treatment!"

Although Cui Huahua longed to be close to him, she always felt a little flustered. Especially today, she was even more flustered.

"I know, I know you're annoyed with me, Auntie!"

Yang Leiluo deliberately looked disappointed, muttering to himself.

Cui Huahua felt a pang of pity and quickly said, "Who said I'm annoyed with you? I'm just thinking of you. If word gets out, will you still want to find a wife? If Feng Dongmei or Chu Erya find out, will they still pay attention to you?" "It's

better if they don't pay attention to me. It'll save me the trouble, and I won't be stuck in this mess all day, so annoying!"

Yang Leiluo looked at his aunt's body at this moment, feeling that nothing could be more gratifying. And today, he was hoping that he and his aunt would get what they wanted.

“That’s just your bravado. You’ll be upset if you can’t find a wife!”

Cui Huahua said.

"If I can't have you, that'll be even better, then I can take you as my wife!"

Yang Leiluo said seemingly seriously, his eyes fixed on her alluring body.

"Don't talk nonsense," Cui Huahua scolded playfully, but she felt very comfortable inside. As she spoke, she lifted her homespun vest, and one of her large, snow-white breasts was already trembling in front of Yang Leiluo.

Yang Leiluo seemed not to be satisfied, and he pulled out her other breast as well.

"Don't move!"

Cui Huahua slapped his hand lightly, but it was just a symbolic gesture.

Yang Leiluo didn't take it seriously at all, chuckling and continuing to do as he pleased, stroking her unused breast.

Cui Huahua was immersed in the infinite tingling sensation as his hand stroked her other breast, seemingly instinctively enjoying it, even forgetting the action of milking her other breast.

"Auntie, your body is so white!"

Yang Leiluo praised sincerely as he touched her.

"Stop talking nonsense to your aunt, or I won't do it for you!"

Cui Huahua's warning was clearly insincere, lacking any real conviction, because his hands were indeed touching her very comfortably. It even started to arouse the itch she felt down there.

"Aunt, I'm telling the truth, you're so beautiful. If I could marry a wife like you, I'd hold her every day!"

Yang Leiluo changed his touch, even pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

"You little rascal, don't do that!"

Cui Huahua's nipples felt even more itchy and tingly from his rolling. But her words had no effect, and she could only endure it, a very pleasurable endurance. She frantically tried to put milk in his eyes, but she couldn't stop, and some of it spilled out.

Her heart was conflicted and restless. The itching below seemed to be intensifying, and she couldn't help but let her mind wander. She couldn't help but glance down at his crotch. Yang Leiluo's large tent in his crotch was already erect, as if it was about to burst out.

Chapter 60: Irresistible

Cui Huahua was a woman in her early twenties, in the prime of her youth. Let alone suffering from that unbearable itching disease, even if she didn't have it, it had been almost a year since she had been with a man. Seeing Yang Leiluo's large member, anyone would inevitably be tempted and yearn for it. While putting milk into his eyes, she secretly watched his member moving inside.

At this moment, Yang Leiluo, with a fascinated look in his eyes, touched and rubbed it with his hands, breathing hot air, and asked, "Auntie, do you think of me when you sleep at night?"

Cui Huahua was immediately startled and even more flustered, shouting, "Get out of here! You're talking nonsense!"

Saying that, she was about to get up.

While tightly gripping her breast with one hand, Yang Leiluo wrapped his other arm around her waist, saying, "Auntie, I often think about you at night!"

Yang Leiluo wasn't lying; when he couldn't sleep, his mind often wandered to his auntie, even more so than to Feng Dongmei, perhaps because he could always sense her presence.

"Why are you thinking about me? You're not thinking about drinking my milk, are you?"

Although Cui Huahua felt warmed by his confession, she was still flustered. She felt his posture suggested he was about to suckle her breast, so she said this.

"Auntie, look at your breasts, they're all flattened from the baby's suckling, making me..." Cui Huahua was flustered and at a loss, crying out, "You little rascal, what are you doing!"

Although she said this, her hands remained there, tacitly allowing him to suckle.

"Auntie, didn't you say you'd let me suckle after I washed my eyes!" "

Yang Leiluo said, then took the nipple back into his mouth, hugged her body, and sucked wildly, making loud gurgling noises.

Yang Leiluo was like a child who hadn't eaten in a long time, finishing one breast and then moving on to the other. His two originally swollen breasts shrank considerably in an instant. There were even white milk beads left on Yang Leiluo's lips.

"You should be full now, you don't need to eat dinner tonight!"

Cui Huahua said, her face flushed. She seemed to be intoxicated by the endless waves of pleasure aroused by his touching, kneading, and sucking, her skin flushed.

Looking at his aunt's beautiful appearance, Yang Leiluo felt a surge of emotion, and he couldn't control himself. One hand quietly slid down to her pert buttocks. At first, Cui Huahua didn't notice, but before she knew it, the button on the side of her pants had been undone, and his hand was already inside her pants, groping her thighs. He caressed her, his fingertips occasionally brushing against a sensitive spot inside her panties.

Cui Huahua felt even more aroused, the itching down there becoming unbearable.

She couldn't control herself, clinging tightly to his body, her breathing rapid. But when Yang Leiluo's hand had penetrated her panties, he suddenly touched the wad of cotton fabric tucked between her legs. Yang Leiluo didn't stop, but Cui Huahua suddenly snapped out of it, hurriedly pushing him away, sitting up, and crying out, "Da Lei, you can't do this, you really can't!"

Yang Lei knew what he wanted to do. His erection was about to burst through the door. Although he hadn't done "that" before, an instinct told him where this hard thing longed to go—to the soft, burning place his fingers had touched on his aunt's body. Even though there was a piece of cotton cloth blocking the way, he could already feel the infinite wonder within—a place every man longed to enter. But

suddenly, his aunt stopped him. Looking at his aunt, who was now separated from him, he breathlessly said, "Auntie, why won't you let me? We can take this opportunity to infect me with your disease. That way, I can ask Grandpa for medicine sooner, and your disease can be cured sooner!"

Cui Huahua was also filled with intense desire, but her high chest heaved as she said, "Da Lei, do you think I don't want to do that with you? I want my disease cured sooner! Yes, didn't I tell you yesterday that I'm on my period and can't do that kind of thing?"

"Then when will your period stop?"

Yang Leiluo stared intently at Cui Huahua, his Adam's apple bobbing. "

It's been two days already, it'll be at least three more days. Don't worry, I'll come find you then!"

Cui Huahua no longer held back. She liked this boy, she was willing to let him be close to her, and she wanted him to get the medicine to cure her agonizing illness. She seemed resolute. If it weren't for her period, everything would have happened irresistibly.

Yang Leiluo rubbed his throbbing member and asked, "Auntie, are you serious? You'll let me have you after your period? You're not lying to me?"

Cui Huahua, adjusting her exposed areas, lowered her eyes and said, "Auntie isn't lying to you!"

"Then let's pinky swear, okay?" Yang

Leiluo suddenly got out of bed and held up one finger.

Cui Huahua hesitated for a moment, then blushed and held up her finger as well, making a pinky promise with Yang Leiluo.

(Chapter 61: Still Want to Touch)

Because he had made a pinky promise with his aunt, Yang Leiluo finally believed her. He wanted to linger in Cui Huahua's room for a while longer. Cui Huahua, fearing something might happen between them, started to shoo him away, saying, "What are you still looking at? You've washed your eyes, drunk your milk, and touched everything you wanted. What more could you want! Go do your homework!"

Yang Leiluo seemed genuinely reluctant to leave, saying, "Auntie, I'm not dissatisfied. I just want to stay in your room a little longer, just to look at you!"

This was his true feeling; he could never get enough of his auntie.

Cui Huahua, of course, also wanted him to stay with her, but she knew that the closer their relationship, the more careful they had to be, not letting anyone notice their unusual contact. Cui Huahua lowered her voice and said, "Dalei, we need to keep our distance. We can't let our family notice our special closeness. Our closeness can only be when no one is around, understand?"

"Auntie, now is when no one is around, isn't it just the two of us?"

Yang Leiluo still lingered, his eyes still lingering on his auntie's now-covered chest.

"Maybe someone will come back soon, you should leave! You're not listening to me, are you? Then I won't talk to you anymore!"

Cui Huahua began to take a firm stance. Her anxiety was genuine; if her older brother and sister-in-law found out, she would have no face to stay in this house.

Yang Leiluo, of course, couldn't afford to upset his aunt, so he quickly left the east room. But before leaving, he still asked, "Aunt, are you sure you promised? After your period, you'll let me do 'that' with you!"

Cui Huahua blushed and said, "I've already made a pinky promise, I won't go back on it. I'll be gone in a day or two." Back in the west room, Yang Leiluo took out his homework as if he were doing it properly, but he couldn't calm down. Yang Leiluo felt a sense of panic. First, he really liked this girl, and in his mind, he already considered her his future wife. Second, if he broke up with Feng Dongmei, his parents wouldn't approve. You see, his verbal betrothal with Feng Dongmei was promised by both sets of parents. If he really fell out with Feng Dongmei and both sets of parents found out, it wouldn't be a joke. So Yang Leiluo decided to resolve this matter, and according to past practice, he would apologize to Feng Dongmei.

Thinking it over, Yang Leiluo put his homework away again and hurriedly left home, heading straight for Feng Dongmei's house next door.

Feng Dongmei's house was a three-room mud-brick house with a tarpaulin roof. Feng Dongmei's father, Feng Sihai, was the brigade's accountant and clerk, busy with work in the brigade almost all day. Her mother also participated in the production team's labor every day. Feng Dongmei had two younger brothers, both attending the village primary school; one of them was in Yao Lijuan's class.

Normally, except for morning, evening, and lunchtime, the house was locked up and guarded. Of course, it wouldn't be locked up today, because Feng Dongmei would be home from school in the afternoon. Yang Leiluo wanted to take advantage of Feng Dongmei being home alone to resolve her misunderstanding and anger towards him.

Since Yang Leiluo often visited the Feng family, the big yellow dog tied up outside only barked twice when it heard footsteps, then went back to its kennel when it saw someone familiar.

Yang Leiluo walked very quietly to the door and opened it as if he knew the place well. Feng Dongmei's parents lived in the east room, while Feng Dongmei and her two younger brothers lived in the west room. Yang Leiluo quietly approached the west room door, intending to surprise Feng Dongmei and see what she was doing. He listened at the door for a while, but there was no sound from inside. He then gently pushed the door open.

Feng Dongmei was lying on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), asleep. Looking at the sleeping Feng Dongmei, Yang Leiluo's heart surged with emotion. Because it was the height of summer, although the windows were open, the room was still very stuffy. Feng Dongmei was only wearing a small white cotton vest, the hem of which was bunched up, revealing a section of her white belly. The two pointed outlines of her two shapely, full breasts were already visible. What moved Yang Leiluo even more was that Feng Dongmei was wearing a black skirt today, her two delicate white legs stretched out outside the skirt. This was the first time Yang Leiluo had seen her wear a skirt. In those days, few women, whether young or old, wore skirts in the summer. Firstly, life was difficult, and people's clothing was extremely simple; clothes without patches were considered good. Secondly, people were conservative, and it was considered indecent for women to wear skirts that exposed their legs. Thirdly, due to the political climate, excessive flamboyance and nudity were seen as bourgeois sentiment. Therefore, women wearing skirts were rarely seen in public places or on the streets, especially in rural areas where it was taboo. In cities, however, one could still see women wearing dresses.

Even in the countryside, some girls wore skirts at home and rarely went out.

At this moment, Feng Dongmei's beautiful and sexy posture, sleeping in a skirt and a tank top, made Yang Leilu's blood rush and his heart pound. He stared blankly at her, standing there, not wanting to wake her, wanting to quietly watch her a little longer. Although his heart was pounding, he tried to calm his breathing, afraid that even heavy breathing would wake her.

Based on Yang Leiluo's aesthetic standards for women, his primary focus was on breasts, and his gaze lingered excessively on Feng Dongmei's chest. While the young girl's breasts weren't as large as his aunt's, their symmetrical, full, and firm contours possessed a unique, youthful beauty. Yang Leiluo couldn't help but imagine the differences between Feng Dongmei's breasts, encased in her vest, and his aunt's large breasts. He even wondered what it would feel like to touch them. Every day, he rode his bicycle with Feng Dongmei on the back, and her two mounds would occasionally bounce against his back, but they were always separated by clothing, always possessing a mysterious quality—feeling but unable to touch or see. Even yesterday, when he pretended to scratch an itch and reached behind her back to touch those things, it was still through her clothes.

Now, Yang Leiluo stared, mesmerized, those two mysterious mounds separated only by a thin vest. If he lifted that layer, he could see those mysterious things. Thinking this, Yang Leiluo couldn't resist reaching out his hand. He carefully lifted her vest. Good heavens, there were two white, tender, and firm, alluring mounds. It turned out that a young girl's breasts and a woman's breasts were different in shape. He wondered what it would feel like to touch them. His hand, following his thoughts, wandered to one of the soft mounds. It was soft, bouncy, and firm, sending a strong electric current through his body.

While Yang Leiluo was engrossed in enjoying the wonderful sensation, Feng Dongmei was awakened by a strange, tingling sensation. She opened her eyes and saw a hand kneading her breasts. She cried out in surprise, suddenly sitting up and staring at Yang Leiluo in terror.

When she realized that the person touching her was Yang Leiluo, although she was flustered and embarrassed, she wasn't particularly angry. As she pulled down her vest, she cried out, "You scoundrel, how dare you take advantage of me!" Although it was the first time in her life that a man had touched her there, the feeling was indescribably comfortable. Moreover, the man touching her was the man she envisioned for the future, so she didn't react as strongly.

Yang Leiluo seemed to be still in a state of ecstasy, the subtle feeling still lingering in his palm. He laughed and said, "Who told you to wear so little? Besides, I'm not touching anyone else, I'm touching my own wife!"

"Who's your wife? How can you be so shameless?"

Feng Dongmei blushed and scolded him.

"You are my wife, everyone in the village knows that! I haven't touched you enough yet, I want to touch you again!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but hug Feng Dongmei again, and for the second time reached his hand under the hem of her vest. He suddenly had a strong desire to make her his wife.

Chapter 62: I'm Already Yours.

That was in the 1960s, when women's underwear mainly consisted of vests and undershirts, with a small number of bras. For most women, wearing a t-shirt or vest is their only option, with no real concern for protecting their breasts. Highlighting the curves and contours of the breasts is seen as shameful, a sign of bourgeois mentality, and subject to widespread scorn. They are bound tightly with corsets to restrict their growth. When buying bras in stores, they speak cautiously, pinching their noses as if afraid of being discovered, their expression as shy as a young woman buying condoms at a pharmacy today.

For the daughter of a brigade cadre like Feng Dongmei, having the opportunity to wear a nice vest and occasionally a skirt was already considered quite privileged. As for bras, she seemed to have never even seen one. Normally, she only wore a close-fitting vest, revealing the mystery of her breasts.

Yang Leiluo slipped his hand inside her vest and naturally touched her tender breasts. Feng Dongmei hadn't expected Yang Leiluo to be so rude. It was one thing for him to have touched her while she was asleep, but to suddenly slip his hand inside while she was awake caught her off guard. A strange, restless yet pleasurable tingling sensation, like an electric current, coursed through her nerves, leaving her mind blank. She blushed as he caressed her.

Yang Leiluo had one arm around her neck, while the other hand alternately caressed her two tender breasts inside her vest. But his agitated emotions seemed unsatisfied, and he pressed his lips to her beautiful lips, passionately kissing her.

Feng Dongmei seemed to be magically bound by this sudden surge of emotion. A novel and unfamiliar desire prevented her from making any decisive move, allowing him to caress and kiss her. Before long, her arms unconsciously hooked around his neck, and she began to actively pursue him. This was their first kiss, and also the first time Yang Leiluo had touched her breasts.

Just then, footsteps seemed to sound outside the door, followed by the sound of the outer door opening. Feng Dongmei hurriedly pushed Yang Leiluo away, frantically adjusting her vest that had been lifted up, and then fixing her hair. Yang Leiluo nervously sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) far away from her, both of them anxiously watching the door. The door

opened, and Feng Dongmei's mother, Liu Guiqin, walked in. She was a woman not yet forty years old, with a pretty face, and bore a resemblance to Feng Dongmei. Seeing Yang Leiluo at home, Liu Guiqin wasn't surprised. The two children were together all the time. She was only surprised they were home so early today, so she smiled at Yang Leiluo and said, "Da Lei? Why are you back so early today?"

Yang Leiluo hurriedly got up, somewhat nervously saying, "Auntie, our teachers went to study, so school let out early! Is everyone at the work station this early too?"

Liu Guiqin seemed oblivious to their flustered expressions and said, "No, they're not at the work station. I came back for a little while. The pig at home is out of feed, so I wanted to go to the mill to grind some corn!"

With that, she quickly turned and left. Perhaps Liu Guiqin was happy for the two children to be together; she was even worried that they wouldn't get along and might not become husband and wife in the future.

Liu Guiqin grabbed a winnowing basket and broom, slung half a sack of corn over her shoulder, and went out.

Feng Dongmei turned her head and watched her mother walk out of the courtyard gate through the window before turning back. At this moment, she suddenly remembered that she was still angry with Yang Leiluo because of Yang Leiluo and Chu Erya's relationship. Her face immediately darkened, and she asked, "Weren't you with Chu Erya? Why did you come to see me?"

Yang Leiluo thought that after their unusually close relationship, the matter had been resolved, but he didn't expect her to still remember. He said with a bitter face, "We were together, but we didn't do anything. We were talking about serious matters!"

Feng Dongmei had of course heard what Yang Leiluo and Chu Erya were saying and didn't think it was anything too outrageous, but she still couldn't accept their frequent contact. She said, "It was serious matters, wasn't it? Whether she marries Sun Dabao or not, what do you have to say to you? Who are you to her? Are you implying that you don't want her to marry someone else? Do you want to marry her or something?"

"Dongmei, why are you talking like this? When did I ever think about marrying her? We grew up together. What's the big deal if she comes to my village and says a few things?"

"Then why doesn't she visit other people's houses? Why does she only come to yours to talk about her private matters? How come I always run into her whenever I go to your house? How often do you two see each other? Can you say this is normal?"

Feng Dongmei's questions seemed to have some basis. Yesterday, she met Chu Erya while looking for Yang Leiluo to borrow a book, and today she met her again and she talked about marriage. So, when she didn't see them, were they often together?

Yang Leiluo, of course, had his reasons for defending himself, saying, "Chu Erya wants to go to your house, but would you even pay her any attention? People of her class background wouldn't be treated like dogs in the homes of you poor peasants. You don't treat them like human beings at all!"

"Why should we treat them like human beings? She's the daughter of a bad element, a 'four categories' child, our class enemy! Would we collude with class enemies?"

The sixteen-year-old girl spoke with the expression of a revolutionary fighter with clear-cut likes and dislikes.

Yang Leiluo was utterly exasperated, saying, "Why do you always spout such adult nonsense? Although they are 'four categories' elements, they are still people like us. My interactions with Chu Erya are just human interaction, and have nothing to do with the class distinctions you're talking about!"

"How can they not be related? They are two opposing classes, how can they be integrated? You're the son of the brigade secretary, and you have no class consciousness at all. In this respect, Qu Yong is more principled than you. Look at him, he always likes to flirt with girls, but he never pays attention to the daughters of those bad elements!"

Yang Leiluo felt particularly uncomfortable when he heard her praise Qu Yong, and said somewhat angrily, "It seems you quite admire Qu Yong? You two really have something in common, no wonder he's always bothering you. Since you think he has class consciousness..." " You two have such high moral standards, and you even share common interests, so why don't you go find him?"

Seeing Yang Leiluo was angry, Feng Dongmei realized she shouldn't have mentioned Qu Yong, so she quickly softened her tone, saying, "Who said I admire him? I'm only referring to how he deals with bad elements. He's always bothering me, have you ever seen me pay attention to him? Doesn't he still shamelessly try to get your attention every day? It's made you so annoyed with me!"

Of course, Feng Dongmei knew who she had feelings for. Firstly, she genuinely liked Yang Leiluo, and secondly, he was the son of the brigade secretary, and her parents were eager for her and Yang Leiluo to get married.

Yang Leiluo was trying to appease her, not wanting to escalate the situation with a single sentence, and he knew she didn't actually like Qu Yong; she was just using him to provoke him, and there was no need to take it to heart. He hurried over to her, hooked his arm around her neck, and said, "I'll never bother you, you're my wife!"

Feng Dongmei didn't dwell on the matter anymore, and said pitifully, "Anyway, you decide for yourself. You've touched all my private parts, I'm already yours!" Yang Leiluo

hugged her even tighter and whispered in her ear, "But I haven't touched enough yet, I want to touch more!"

At that moment, Yang Leiluo suddenly had an impulsive thought: if he really made her his wife, then they wouldn't be suspicious of each other anymore. Thinking about it, his eyes lewdly glanced at her two white legs under her skirt, or more precisely, imagined the area between her thighs.

"You naughty boy! What else do you want to do besides touching?"

Feng Dongmei called out coquettishly, but threw herself into his arms.

Chapter 63: Wolf-like Eyes

But Yang Leiluo still didn't dare to do anything out of line with Feng Dongmei. Feng Dongmei letting him touch her freely was already a breakthrough in their previous relationship. He couldn't push his luck; he had to cultivate their feelings slowly. The two kissed and caressed for a while, then Feng Dongmei pushed him away. After talking for a bit more, Yang Leiluo left her house.

When Yang Leiluo returned home, he found his father was already back, and his aunt Cui Huahua was still in the house. The two seemed to be talking about something. Seeing Yang Leiluo return, Cui Huahua hurriedly blushed and went back to the east room.

Yang Leiluo was curious about why his father was home so early today, so he asked, "Dad, why are you home so early today?"

Yang Beian replied absentmindedly, "I went to the seventh team this afternoon to resolve a dispute, and after coming back, I didn't go to the brigade again, I went straight home!"

At the same time, he began to look him over and asked, "Where did you go just now?"

"I went to Feng Dongmei's house!"

Yang Leiluo answered frankly, because going to Feng Dongmei's house wouldn't cause any trouble.

"Have you finished your homework?"

"I'm almost done, " Yang Beian asked. Whenever Yang Beian was home, he would check on his son's studies, but the problem was he was rarely home.

"Almost done, I'll start writing in a bit!"

Yang Leiluo didn't dare admit he hadn't written anything before wandering off, and hurriedly grabbed his schoolbag.

Yang Beian hummed in agreement and went to the octagonal table to organize some materials.

Yang Leiluo suddenly remembered the request Chu Erya had made to him today, and hesitated before going to the octagonal table, looking at his father who was already seated.

Yang Beian was writing something on a piece of paper with a pen in his hand. Seeing his son standing beside him, he turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Leiluo hesitated for a long time before finally mustering up the courage to tell him about Chu Erya's matter. He mainly emphasized that Sun Dabao was already thirty years old, while Chu Erya was only seventeen, and that Chu Erya was absolutely unwilling, which could potentially lead to someone's death. Yang Beian frowned and said, "How can I interfere in this matter? It's a private matter of marriage between a man and a woman. Sun Dabao doesn't have a wife, and Chu Erya is of marriageable age. Sun Dabao asked someone to propose to the Chu family, and there's nothing illegal or against regulations. As the Party Secretary, why should I interfere in the private affairs of a member of the commune?"

"Dad, the problem is that Chu Erya doesn't want to, but her parents are forcing her to agree. Isn't that an arranged marriage?"

Yang Leiluo had a reasonable argument and wanted to persuade his father.

“No one can absolutely control this. As long as Chu Er Ya herself doesn’t want to, her parents won’t dare force her. Don’t worry about it!”

Yang Beian was very unhappy that his son was making trouble for no reason. Recently, he had a lot on his

mind and was very anxious. “Dad, actually, Chu Er Ya’s parents don’t really agree to this marriage. Qu Haishan forced them. If you go and talk to Qu Haishan and tell him not to get involved, that would solve the problem!”

Yang Leiluo was still unwilling to give up because he really cared about Chu Er Ya.

Yang Beian looked at him in astonishment and said, “Kid, don’t you have a brain? Don’t you know what kind of relationship Qu Haishan and I have? He always wants to find something to use against me. If I intervene in this matter, am I just giving him a handle to use against me? Don’t talk to me about this anymore!”

Yang Leiluo knew that this was hopeless. He also knew that his father was telling the truth. Qu Haishan and his father were mortal enemies. He couldn’t let his father be put in a passive position because of other people’s affairs, so he stopped talking and went to write.

A while later, Xiao Rui and Er Lei returned with their schoolbags. Seeing their father at home, the two children didn't dare to play and obediently went to the inner room to do their homework.

It was almost dark, but Yao Lijuan, who had already passed her closing time, still hadn't returned from school. Yang Beian was puzzled and asked Yang Leiluo, who was doing his homework, "Da Lei, why hasn't your mother come home yet? She should have been back by now!"

Yang Leiluo, of course, didn't know either, and said, "Who knows? Maybe something happened at school!"

But Yang Leiluo felt it necessary to ask Xiao Rui and Er Lei, so he asked towards the inner room, "You two should know what our mother is doing at school?"

Fourteen-year-old Yang Rui hurriedly looked up and said, "After school, it seems Principal Wang gathered all the teachers together to study some documents!"

Yang Beian didn't think much of it, because things were very turbulent recently, and schools and government offices were all studying the spirit of the Cultural Revolution from higher authorities.

Indeed, Yao Lijuan had been studying the spirit of the Central Cultural Revolution Group with all the teachers after school for over an hour. Just as she was finishing up, Principal Wang approached Yao Lijuan and whispered, "Teacher Yao, Brigade Leader Qu wants to see you. He's waiting for you in the fifth-grade classroom!"

"Qu Haishan?"

Yao Lijuan was startled. She wondered, "Why does he want to see me? Why isn't he in the school office? What's the matter?" This reminded her of the harrowing experience she had seventeen years ago. But she quickly dismissed it. With everyone else in the school being teachers, what could he possibly do to me? Besides, it was common for brigade leaders to talk to teachers. Yao Lijuan got up and left the office, heading straight for the fifth-grade classroom. The fifth-grade classroom was where Yao Lijuan taught her class.

The students had already left, and the classroom was empty, but Yao Lijuan still nervously pushed open the door.

Qu Haishan was sitting on a stool among the desks in the front row, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers. When Qu Haishan saw Yao Lijuan enter, his eyes gleamed strangely as he stared at her.

Yao Lijuan wore a neat white shirt, her chest bulging, and blue Lenin-style trousers. Although the loose trousers didn't accentuate her graceful figure, her upright posture was still eye-catching. Approaching forty, her fair face was still without noticeable wrinkles, and her eyes remained bright and lively.

Yao Lijuan looked at Qu Haishan with a mixture of doubt and trepidation. Seeing this man made her uneasy and inexplicably fearful, like facing a wild beast. Moreover, they had rarely had such close, one-on-one contact in recent years.

Qu Haishan stared at Yao Lijuan with infatuated eyes for a full minute before finally speaking in an unusual tone: "Teacher Yao, I just don't understand. Why has time been so kind to you? It hasn't left any marks on your face. You seem to be the same Yao Lijuan from seventeen years ago, still so beautiful and charming!"

Although Qu Haishan harbored many desires and feelings for this woman, he remained outwardly polite, partly because she was now the village secretary.

If others praised Yao Lijuan's youthfulness, she would gladly accept it and feel comfortable, because she did indeed have a youthful appearance. But when these words came from Qu Haishan's mouth, her spine trembled. This scene horrified her, reminding her of the terrifying nightmare from seventeen years ago.

Chapter 64: Relentless Pursuit.

Yao Lijuan wasn't a native of the area. She was born into a poor peasant family in Baixiang Town, Qinyang County, Henan Province. Her maternal grandfather was a farm laborer. Because she was the only girl among more than a dozen uncles and brothers, Yao Lijuan was excessively pampered from a young age. In 1943, when her hometown suffered a famine, Yao Lijuan and her family fled to her maternal uncle, who was a businessman in Fusong County, Jilin Province, beginning a life of wandering. Fortunately, her uncle placed great importance on Yao Lijuan's education. Later, her uncle became a businessman, expanding his business to Meihekou and Changchun. Until the liberation of the country, Yao Lijuan received the best education available at the time. First, she attended the First Primary School of Fusong County, then the Provincial Guanghua Middle School in Siping, and finally the Chengda Girls' Middle School in Changchun. After

the founding of the People's Republic of China in 1949, Yao Lijuan began teaching at a rural primary school called Jiapigou in Fusong County, starting her lifelong career as a primary school teacher. During that time, she and her teachers spent their days hunting sparrows, eliminating the "Four Pests," and participating in various political movements; at night, they also taught literacy to the farmers. During the festival, Yao Lijuan and her young colleagues danced the Yangko, played waist drums, and sang songs such as "The Sky in the Liberated Area is a Bright Sky," "Socialism is Good," and "Without the Communist Party, There Would Be No New China," bringing boundless joy to the small village.

When Yao Lijuan came to teach at this remote village primary school, there were only three teachers, only one of whom was a teacher-training graduate like herself: Yang Beian, who was both a teacher and the principal. At that time, Yang Beian was a year older than her, only 23 years old. The arrival of a beautiful, elegant, well-dressed, and single young female teacher at the remote Jiapigou Village Primary School was like a dazzling golden phoenix landing among chickens and ducks for the men in the village, causing those men of marriageable age to feel restless.

But for ordinary men, from the day Yao Lijuan arrived at Jiapigou Primary School with her luggage to teach, one man had his eye on her. This man was Qu Haishan, who at 22 years old had already become the deputy village head of Jiapigou Village. That year, Qu Haishan's wife, Xin Damei, died in childbirth. Qu Haishan was looking to remarry when the beautiful and quiet Yao Lijuan appeared out of nowhere. This made Qu Haishan overjoyed, feeling as if a beautiful woman had fallen from the sky. Although Qu Haishan had already been married and had a child with Xin Damei who had survived childbirth, he felt that with his superior status as a village cadre, he was qualified to marry a primary school teacher. It should be noted that at that time, village primary schools were all funded by the village government, and the teachers in the schools earned work points from their respective production teams. The village government had absolute leadership over the primary schools.

Qu Haishan's pursuit of Yao Lijuan was bold and direct. He would visit the village primary school, separated from the village by only a wall, every day, actively approaching Yao Lijuan, caring for her, and openly expressing his desire to date her. However, Yao Lijuan seemed uninterested in this seemingly handsome young village leader, always politely rejecting him. Qu Haishan persisted for a long time without any progress; Yao Lijuan always maintained a lukewarm distance, showing no romantic interest whatsoever. Later, Qu Haishan finally discovered the reason: Yao Lijuan was in love with Yang Beian, the young principal of the primary school.

Still unwilling to give up, Qu Haishan directly asked a matchmaker to propose to Yao Lijuan. The matchmaker he used was Qu Haishan's uncle, the powerful village head, Liu Kui. As the village head, Liu Kui's role as matchmaker for Yao Lijuan carried considerable weight. Yao Lijuan had no choice but to tell him the truth: she loved Yang Beian, and the two were about to discuss marriage. Although Village Head Liu advised Yao Lijuan to weigh the pros and cons and think it over carefully, she still rejected his proposal without hesitation.

Qu Haishan was deeply shocked to learn of Yao Lijuan's complete rejection, but he believed it was because of Yang Beian. Obsessed with this, Qu Haishan went to Yang Beian and tried both soft and hard tactics to persuade him to give up on Yao Lijuan.

Yang Beian, of course, also liked Yao Lijuan very much, and the two had even reached the point of discussing marriage. He told Qu Haishan firmly, "I like Yao Lijuan, and she likes me too. Why should I give her to you? She's not an object; who she wants to marry is her own decision! Why are you being so shameless?"

Qu Haishan was rebuffed and annoyed. He was by nature a shameless person; he would do anything to get what he wanted. Seeing Yao Lijuan out of his reach and instead in Yang Beian's arms, he felt he couldn't swallow his anger and conceived an evil plan.

It was a Sunday in early summer. Yao Lijuan went to her uncle's house in the county town. Since her parents had passed away, her only relative was her uncle, and she would go to the town almost every Sunday to spend a day filled with family affection at her uncle's house. It was dark when Yao Lijuan returned to Jiapigou Elementary School from her uncle's house in the county town.

Yao Lijuan lived in a very simple dormitory at the school. Although the dormitory was simple, it was at least a private room, which Principal Yang Beian had specially arranged for her to take care of her, and she was already very satisfied with it. Back in her dormitory, Yao Lijuan eagerly opened her bag and took out the dress her uncle had bought for her that day. This was a dress Yao Lijuan had dreamed of; finally, she could wear a dress like other women.

The dress originated in the Soviet Union and was introduced to China at that time. China and the Soviet Union were like brothers, and many Soviet items influenced China. When the Soviet heroine Zoya bravely sacrificed her life wearing a dress, the flowing dress displayed the most revolutionary spirit. Whether voluntary or involuntary, Zoya's dress became a symbol, and thus became the most progressive and popular women's garment in early China.

In those bright and sunny days, groups of young girls, their faces beaming with smiles, radiating youthful energy and revolutionary fervor, sported long, black braids or short hair with bangs reaching their eyebrows. They wore brightly colored dresses and sang popular songs as they went to school, work, meetings, rallies, and parks, throwing themselves into the reconstruction of the newly founded People's Republic of China. In

the fervent early days of the nation, labor was the most glorious thing, and revolution was the most fashionable. Dresses were popular everywhere, from streets and construction sites. From famous women and socialites to grassroots female workers, everyone wore dresses; even kindergarten girls had their own. Almost every woman owned a dress. Whether or not one wore one was perhaps not just a matter of fashion, but more a matter of awareness and ideology.

The dress typically featured loose short sleeves, a pleated skirt, a simple round neck, and patterns like floral, plaid, and stripes, tied at the waist with a fabric belt, effectively highlighting the female form.

Excitedly, Yao Lijuan took out the white and blue checkered dress, took off her original clothes, put it on, and then grabbed her small round mirror. By the dim light of the kerosene lamp, she looked at herself. She was instantly overjoyed, her face flushed with a blush of intoxication. She felt almost shy in the dress, feeling beautiful enough to blush.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and a man's voice said, "Teacher Yao, please open the door, I have something urgent to tell you!"

"Who is it?"

It was already dark, and she was in her single dormitory; she instinctively tensed up.

"I'm Qu Haishan, I have something to tell you!"

Hearing it was Qu Haishan, Yao Lijuan became even more nervous. Was this man here to bother her again? Yao Lijuan instinctively said cautiously, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, I'm going to sleep!"

"Tomorrow won't do, Principal Yang asked me to pass on a message to you, I have to tell you tonight!"

When Yao Lijuan heard that it was Yang Beian who sent him, she knew it must be something important, so she lowered her guard. She agreed and went out to open the door for him.

As soon as the door opened, Qu Haishan couldn't wait to squeeze in, then turned around and locked the door again.

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