Poor uncle

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My Poor Uncle

Time flies like an arrow, and the days slip by like a shuttle. It's been five or

six years . I wonder how my nearly ninety-year-old grandmother is doing now; the thought keeps me awake at night.

"No, I have to go home and see her!"

"Don't forget to see your uncle!" Before boarding the plane, my mother repeatedly urged me to visit

her brother, my uncle, a man terminally ill and nearing his end.

Upon landing, I received an unprecedentedly warm welcome, like a visiting head of state. My cousin,

driving a brand-new Santana, enthusiastically picked me up and took me to my uncle's house. My uncle had already prepared a sumptuous

feast. After the obligatory pleasantries, it was time for toasts and drinks. My elderly grandmother sat

at the head of the table, watching us young people drink cup after cup with abandon. Her kind gaze lingered on me

, her face radiating boundless happiness. My arrival brought her the greatest joy.

When it comes to drinking, I'm no match for my cousin. I was quickly plied with alcohol until I was completely drunk, a

limp mess.

"Stop him drinking!" Grandma cried out in distress. That was the last thing I heard.

What happened after that was a complete mystery. ...

I felt someone caressing my penis. I opened my eyes: a young woman, naked,

was manipulating my limp penis with a slender, jade-like hand. A

woman in a bathrobe sat on the sofa, a cigarette dangling from her lips, a lewd grin on her face:

"Heh heh, still can't get it up, huh? So frustrating!"

"How much did he drink? He's so drunk, like a dead pig!" the naked woman said.

I rolled off the bed: "How did I get here?"

"Ah, my dear brother, you're finally awake! You were sleeping so soundly, snoring like a ton of bricks!" the naked

woman said with a grin.

"What's going on?" I was completely bewildered. I looked around the room and realized it was a small private room in a

sauna . "When did I get here? Am I dreaming?"

"You're not dreaming. Your brother brought you here. He asked my sister and me to keep you company, but you went in and fell

asleep immediately. It's ten yuan an hour in the private room, my goodness, your sleep was worth a fortune!"

I stood up, still groggy and my head buzzing. I grabbed the bathrobe from the bed, put it on, and

pushed open the door to leave.

"Brother, you're awake!" My cousin came out from another private room, followed by my cousin's husband.

I went back into the private room with them.

"Brother, these are the two girls I found for you. You can relax and have fun. I've already paid the tips!

"

My cousin's husband lit a cigarette. He was now a well-known tycoon in town, owning a

steel mill. Despite repeated national bans on small steel mills, local protectionism was rampant, and he outwardly complied with the central government's

policies but inwardly defied them.

Now, my cousin's husband's assets exceed ten million, while five years ago, when I visited my hometown, he was just a

small-time pig-head peddler. Life is so fickle; fortunes change.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" my cousin's husband yelled at the two women,

"Aren't you going to serve my brother properly? What, you think you're done just because you pocketed the money?"

The naked woman walked towards me and hugged me. The woman smoking

whispered , "Brother, he slept all night, he's overtime!"

"I know that, you won't be shortchanged a penny, get back to work!"

Right in front of my cousin and cousin's husband, the two women began taking turns giving me oral sex. This made me very embarrassed.

What had I, a respectable older brother, done in front of my younger brother and cousin's husband?

"Hey!" My cousin noticed my shyness:

"Big brother, what era are we living in? We've already reformed and opened up! Let's get lively, what's there to be embarrassed about

? Come on, let's have some fun together!" He then pulled out his penis and shoved it into the mouth of the woman who was smoking:

"Erlizi, hurry up and give me a go, let me have some fun too!"

"Yeah, what am I supposed to do? I'll join in!" My brother-in-law then took off his bathrobe and came closer.

I lay on my back on the bed, and the naked woman began sucking on my nipples. My lust was immediately aroused, and my

penis instantly became erect, eager to try.

"Xiaomin, my brother's hard, hurry up and get him!" my brother shouted at the naked woman. The naked woman, called

Xiaomin flipped over and straddled me, parted her dark red labia, opened her vaginal opening, and

inserted my finally erect penis, then began to move.

“Good, yes, do it that way, make sure you serve my brother well!” My brother leaned down, staring at my

constantly thrusting penis, one hand stroking Xiaomin’s clitoris:

“Ah, your little pussy is so damn long, almost as big as a child’s penis, I

can’t it!”

“Oh, oh!” Xiaomin moaned, her eyes closed, her movements gradually quickening, wet vaginal fluid flowing from

her vaginal opening, moistening my thick penis, a strange pleasure spreading throughout my body, I became excited,

instinctively twisting my body, thrusting into her vulva from below.

“Hey, Erlizi!” My brother-in-law released Erlizi who was giving him oral sex, and beckoned to her. Erlizi

understood , it seemed they were old partners, my brother and brother-in-law had slept with them quite a few times. Erlizi lay on

top of me, kissing my nipples, armpits, and navel, making me feel like I was floating on air, I suddenly had

the urge , I tried my best to control myself. Finally, Erlizi extended her tongue to the thrusting penis, sucking on Xiaomin

's labia and my shaft, arousing Xiaomin's emotions:

"Ah, ah, so good. So good!"

"Let me do this instead!" My cousin moved behind Xiaomin, touching her anus:

"No, big brother, it hurts!" Xiaomin frowned timidly, but dared not disobey.

"What hurts? Don't fucking pretend!" As he spoke, my cousin's fingers were already inserted into her anus, stirring

viciously , and Xiaomin grimaced in pain.

With a "plop," my cousin's thick, short penis swaggered into Xiaomin's back garden.

"Ouch, ah, it hurts so much, it's excruciating! Oh, oh, oh!" Xiaomin clenched her two rows of white

teeth.

"Don't just stand there! There are only two orifices, might as well stuff them both in!" Seeing Xiaomin's pained

expression, her cousin-in-law triumphantly pried open her tightly clenched lips and shoved his penis into her mouth:

"Do it well, the tip will be big!"

I was so excited that I had to stop all movement, otherwise my semen would inevitably gush

out . My cousin launched a frenzied attack on Xiaomin's anus, and to my surprise, Xiaomin stopped crying out in pain.

While sucking on her cousin-in-law's penis, she hummed softly and happily. Erlizi inserted her fingers into Xiaomin

's vagina. Her slender, soft fingers touched my incredibly slippery penis, and a strange pleasure made me

lose control. A stream of white semen gushed out, splashing all over Xiaomin's vagina and Erlizi's fingers.

Erlizi withdrew her finger and began to suck on it naturally.

I retreated to the sofa, panting, my penis drooping like a wilted eggplant

.

My cousin and cousin's husband were in high spirits, but the target of their attack had changed. This time, my cousin's husband

attacked Erlizi's anus, while Xiaomin gave

oral sex . ...

I was already so engrossed in the pleasure that I forgot all about visiting my uncle. To hell with him! For several

days, my cousin, cousin's husband, and I did nothing but drink and bathe. We played with and fucked almost all the dozen or so girls in the small sauna

until our penises could no longer get erect and were aching. The sight of a woman's

vagina made me want to vomit.

"Let's do something else!" my cousin's husband suggested.

"Yeah, I've fucked enough sluts, brother, let's go sing karaoke?"

So, we went into a nightclub.

We were immediately surrounded by countless young women, as if an emperor had arrived. Many of them knew my cousin's

husband ; they knew he was a well-known tycoon in town, known for his generosity and tendency to spend lavishly, often throwing money around when he was in high spirits.

"Brother, which one have you got your eye on? Just say the word."

I wasn't really interested in women anymore; I'd had too many these past few days. Just then,

a young woman in shorts came into my view. She had a pair of long, thick, snow-white

legs —extremely sexy.

"Her, her, her!" I pointed to the long-legged woman.

"Hey, come here!" My cousin's husband waved to the woman.

The long-legged woman responded and followed us into the private room.

"Would you gentlemen like to sing? I'd be happy to serve you!"

"Go, sit next to my brother; he's got his eye on you!"

The long-legged woman sat down on my lap very naturally, and I took the opportunity to stroke her white legs. Ah, those plump,

incredibly delicate long legs were flawless, without a single blemish, and soft to the touch. Such sexy

thighs were truly rare; I wanted to devour them whole.

"Miss, your legs are so beautiful! I only chose you because of your long legs!"

"Really! Brother, I don't understand either. So many people are after my thighs!"

"That's why!" my cousin teased,

"You wear shorts all day, using your big white legs as advertising, and your business is booming!"

The long-legged woman blushed with embarrassment.

"Come on, I'll sing you a song!" With that, the long-legged woman picked up the microphone and

began humming .

I'm tone-deaf; what kind of song could I possibly sing? My interest wasn't in the song at all, but in

her big white legs. I kept stroking her beautiful legs, drooling with desire.

“Miss, your thighs are so beautiful, your pussy must be gorgeous too!”

Hearing this, the woman singing burst out laughing, her face turning even redder.

“Brother, what are you saying!”

“Hey, since I say your pussy is beautiful, whether it looks like a human or a dog, just show it to him!”

my cousin shouted, starting to undo the woman’s belt. The woman instinctively pressed down on her shorts.

“Brother, what are you doing?”

“Don’t pretend to be so virtuous, we’ll settle everything with money!” my cousin’s husband said calmly, smoking a cigarette.

“But, this won’t do!” the woman said.

“The private room doesn’t have a lock, people keep coming in and out, what if someone sees us?”

“Then come with us, we’ll give you whatever it costs!” my cousin said.

“How about it, big white legs?”

We led the woman to my cousin’s house; she had gone out a few days ago to collect a debt and hadn’t returned.

“Hey, restaurant? Cook me a few dishes and bring them over, and a few bottles of beer!” As soon as we entered the house, my cousin’s husband

called a nearby restaurant to order food.

As I drank my beer, I admired the woman's long, white, slender, and tender thighs. My cousin,

impatient , roughly pulled off her shorts, pressed her onto the sofa, and spread her legs:

"Big brother, come and see, there's a little slut here!"

My cousin's husband and I went over to her. I carefully examined the vulva

of

her long, white thighs: the fair and delicate skin was covered with a few curly pubic hairs, and the labia majora were extremely narrow, almost invisible to the nearsighted. Most astonishingly, the vaginal opening, untouched,

gaped wide The edges were irregularly torn into many slits, and my two fingers easily slipped in.

I had to add another, still very easily, so I used yet another:

"Hey, miss, why is your vagina so loose?"

"It's from childbirth, it's stretched to the point of tearing, it almost killed me in pain!" the woman replied.

My four fingers stirred vigorously in the woman's loose vagina, and my penis gradually felt the urge to become erect.

I pulled down my pants: "Ah, miss, your beautiful thighs have aroused my lust. Come on, let's play for a while!"

As I spoke, my penis had already slipped unnoticed into the woman's vagina. I took a big gulp of beer, and my penis

instinctively began to thrust in and out of her white thighs and vagina. Although her vagina was torn and loose, it felt quite good, rather

comfortable. I suddenly had a strange thought: what would happen if two penises were inserted at the same time? Western porn films had shown this...

Seeing this, I gave my cousin a knowing look, and he understood: "Big White Legs, stand

up !"

My cousin lay down beneath the woman, inserting his penis into her vagina. I moved in from behind, and

the woman suddenly realized our intention: "What are you doing? Trying to insert two at the same time?"

"Yes, that's exactly what we mean. Your little pussy is so loose and big, like a broken-down car!"

I said honestly.

"No, no!" the woman refused.

"Do as I say! Do you know who I am?" My cousin's husband, sitting at the table, darkened his face.

The woman, of course, knew who my cousin's husband was, and remained silent, waiting for the second penis—

my own—to be inserted. I pressed down on the woman's plump buttocks, gripping my incredibly hard penis. I myself

was very puzzled; facing this tattered, loose vagina, why was my penis suddenly

so hard? I inserted my penis into her vagina, finally filling the unusually loose opening completely.

My penis quickly joined with my cousin's, and we began to thrust violently, the two penises

rubbing and colliding against the walls of her vagina, a hot, burning pleasure spreading through all three of us simultaneously.

"This is really fun! It's the first time I've ever seen anything

like !" My brother-in-law said, drinking beer and watching this rare spectacle with great interest.

"Come on, you try it too!"

I pulled out my penis, returned to the table, panting, and grabbed the half-empty bottle of beer I hadn't finished. ...

That night, we drank beer and took turns thrusting into that big, white-legged, broken vagina. In the end, I

got completely drunk again. I'm already in my thirties, what a pathetic guy! ...

When I woke up, I was still drunk, my head felt like it had been hit with a club, groggy and disoriented.

I got out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen to get some water. The house was empty, but the television

was on, playing a strangely dressed, trendy singer belting out a song, while a group of enthusiastic

fans swayed and jumped for joy to the hysterical melody.

Children's toys were scattered across the cobblestone floor, cups, plates, and bowls were piled haphazardly on the table, and

empty bottles and dishes were strewn everywhere. I gulped down a ladle of cold water,

feeling a little better and soothing my throat. Looking up at the wall clock, it was

11:15 I put on my coat and decided to visit my uncle.

At the foot of the high riverbank, a simple thatched cottage lay forlornly in a vast field—that

was my uncle's house. A winding country path brushed past the eastern wall of the house, the only way

to enter . The cottage's shape resembled a mischievous child's impromptu creation—a

box of building blocks flattened by a bottom! It was as ridiculous as could be; as ugly as could be.

A crooked, tin chimney, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, stood

precariously sneaking up to the riverbank only to disappear again in a panic. A broken window, warped and deformed from years of pressure

, stared forlornly, its lifeless eye fixed on the empty, deathly silent courtyard. A straw

fence enclosed the yard in an irregular geometric shape—trapezoidal, no, rhomboid, no,

polygonal , something like that. The fence was leaning precariously, many sections completely collapsed. The dark, damp room reeked of a

foul odor. The ceiling—no, to be precise, there was no ceiling—the beams and purlins were exposed,

covered in grease and thick layers of grime. The red brick floor was dripping with greasy, dirty water, leaving a sticky feeling underfoot

. A curtain hung from the unpainted doorframe, so filthy it wouldn't even make a decent rag. Against

the west wall stood a rickety, dilapidated table; I was sure a slight touch would send it

sprawling On it lay a half-full bottle of liquor and several greasy, worn-out bowls, their rims resembling

those of a toothless old woman. To the right of the table was a creaking, chipped sofa, and to its right,

a three-legged wooden chair. The few meager personal belongings were scattered haphazardly, as if recently

ransacked by thieves, a scene of utter disarray.

Everything in the house, including the breathing people, was so filthy that one dared not approach. Old habits

die hard!

My uncle was short, with dark, rough skin. His hair, which looked like it hadn't been combed for months,

was a tangled mess, like a hail-stricken reed bed on his listless forehead. He grinned excitedly

, revealing two rows of ridiculous, yellowed teeth—a few that were looming outwards

and unrelated—stuck forlornly on his deep purple gums. He was seriously ill, looking like he was on his deathbed.

Everyone who knew me agreed that I resembled my uncle, that we were "three generations removed from the maternal family!" My grandmother agreed.

I found this extremely offensive and felt quite displeased. However, objectively speaking, I really did look a lot like my uncle. I had carefully examined his face

many times , and then looked at myself in the mirror, secretly

thinking: It's undeniable, it's true! "Your drinking style is just like your uncle's!" my grandmother murmured.

"Everyone in Henan knows how your uncle drinks, it's called 'two gulps plus a pot'!"

My arrival greatly excited my uncle: "Auntie, hurry up and cook a few dishes, Xiaoli and I need a drink!"

He urged my aunt to hurry up and wash the pot and cook. "Uncle, don't bother, I just finished drinking and I'm still not sober! ...

It's been years since I've seen you, I've missed you so much!" I sat down next to my uncle, and he

patted my shoulder with his withered, yellow, veiny hand: "Li, it's so kind of you to come see your uncle, I'm so

happy . Alas, I'm finished! My life is completely over! I'm going to die soon, die soon! Look!

"

My uncle rolled up the hem of his left trouser leg, revealing his heel to me. My God, there was

a , stuffed with dirty cotton balls, thick blood oozing out.

"It's vasculitis, now I can't even walk!" My uncle said with a sigh as he put down his trouser leg.

On the messy earthen bed, a little baby boy was babbling happily, waving his two tiny

hands aimlessly, as if welcoming me or mocking me.

"Whose child is this?" I asked my uncle.

"Your cousin's!" The uncle grabbed the bottle of liquor on the table and took a big gulp:

"Sigh, none of us in this family are doing well. I won't even mention you, but your cousin is miserable enough

. He has no job, he can't earn a penny. If you don't have money, that's it. There's no other way, so my

daughter-in

law had to work as a hostess in a hotel! All day long, she wears shorts, showing off her two big white legs, running around like that. What good can come of going to a place like that? To put it bluntly, she's just going to a brothel, becoming a prostitute! Sigh, what kind of fate do I have

!"

Ah! God, what have I done? Last night, I...

I... I... I... My face instantly became incredibly hot, my heart raced, and I felt restless. I was so ashamed,

I wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

My uncle took another big gulp of wine and continued,

“None of them give me a break, and your cousin is even worse. She was restless the day before her wedding, a real

bastard, attracting all sorts of attention, making sure everyone in the village knows about it. Seriously,

where am I supposed to put my face?”

My cousin is the same age as me, less than twenty days younger, and she’s definitely a flirtatious woman:

“I love handsome men!” Back in middle school, when my cousin visited, we

were looking at magazines together when she said this:

“Life is so wonderful, you can date, you can do *that*!” My cousin pointed to her genitals.

Such a shocking statement from a teenage girl left me speechless.

“Cousin, do you have a boyfriend?”

“No!” I shook my head.

“How pitiful!” my cousin said with immense sympathy.

I didn’t think I was as pitiful as my cousin made me out to be. I had the love my teachers gave me, a

love that wasn’t just the pleasure between men and women, but also the love of a mother for her son. That is the

greatest .

"Want to play with me?" My cousin surprised me again.

As she spoke, she lifted her skirt and pulled up her pants, displaying her fair, tender vulva. I wasn't unfamiliar with women's

genitals , so I didn't show much passion, which greatly disappointed my cousin:

"You don't like it? Why don't you touch me? The boys in our village kneel down in

front of me as soon as they see me pee, calling me 'Grandma.' As long as they touch me, as long as they play with me, they'll do whatever I tell them to

do !"

"How much do they pay you?" I asked blankly. My cousin pulled down her pants: "I don't want money. I only

play with pretty boys. Some old men want to play with me and offer me money, but I won't do it. Look at them

, all skinny and smelly, disgusting!"

Naked, she nestled into my arms and pulled out my penis:

"Cousin, you're so handsome. You're from the big city, so different from those boys in the countryside!

No matter how pretty their faces are, they always seem to lack something compared to you, I can't quite explain it!

"

Faced with such a wanton cousin, I couldn't help but feel lust. My lovers were mature

women ; I'd never had actual intercourse with a young girl. Now, a golden opportunity presented

itself, a tempting offer—how could I refuse? I decided to try something different. I quickly stripped off my clothes, embraced my equally

naked cousin, and rolled around on the bed, passionately kissing each other.

My penis quickly became exceptionally hard from my cousin's warm, moist mouth, and slipped smoothly into her slippery

vagina. I began to thrust wildly, and her gushing juices immediately soaked my penis. I became even more excited, and

my movements became even more forceful.

"Ah, ah, oh, so good!" my cousin cried out happily beneath me.

"I never expected you to be so good at this, cousin!"

I thought to myself: Hmph, who do you think I am? I've subdued teachers in their forties, let alone a

tender little thing like you! Although I'm not very old,

I'm already a veteran in the world of pleasure, and my skills in bed are decent!

My cousin, though a bit inexperienced, has been through a lot, seen a lot of the world, and has been with all sorts of

men—long, short, thick, thin, hard, soft, dark, white, thin, covered with foreskin—she

's been fortunate enough to taste all kinds of penises. "...

Sigh, when I saw this, I thought, 'This won't do, she'll go astray...'" My uncle's words interrupted my thoughts:

"I had to find her a good home. So, I asked a matchmaker to find her a family in a faraway village.

The young man's family was very poor. You know, with your cousin's bad reputation, what respectable family would want such a worthless woman

? They finally got married, but only a little over a year later, her son-in-law was helping his younger brother haul bricks to build a house.

That day it happened to be raining, the road was slippery, and the cart overturned into a ditch

. Her son-in-law was paralyzed by the falling bricks. Now, you could say he's dead, but he can still breathe and eat. You could say..." "Is she even alive? She can't

move , and she doesn't even recognize her own wife. How can this family survive? People can't just starve to death! Your

cousin, sigh, she's gone to do *that* kind of work!"

The uncle lowered his disheveled head. "I must have done something terrible in my past life to let my daughter fall to that state.

Once your aunt missed her and traveled a long way to see her. When she opened the door, there were six or seven grown men sitting in the dilapidated house,

and your cousin was sitting alone on the earthen bed. Tell me, wouldn't all those grown men have had sex with your cousin? Sigh, me!

" After saying this, the uncle grabbed the bottle and started drinking heavily.

The uncle was a typical alcoholic, his lifelong companion to alcohol. He

spent most of his life under the intense stimulation of alcohol. Unlike other alcoholics, the uncle

did , but the uncle treated alcohol like water, drinking it like a beverage. He would take a sip whenever he felt like it, and

he didn't need any food to accompany his drinks. He was constantly in a daze, never truly awake, and it seemed he

didn't want to be. Like a drug addict, he experienced an indescribable

pleasure in his hazy, confused state!

His alcoholism prevented him from thinking clearly about life or planning his future. A person without foresight will have

immediate troubles. My uncle spent most of his life struggling in poverty. A merciful God

repeatedly granted him opportunities to become wealthy, hoping he could escape his disheartening predicament.

Unfortunately, my uncle never seized these golden opportunities. Sometimes, he grasped a chance to change

his fate , and in his drunken stupor, he slipped into Ali Baba's treasure trove, only to pick up a small gold coin and

leave in a flurry of joy. That coin could at least sustain him for a few days, enough for a few days of good wine!

"Drink today, for tomorrow we die," was my uncle's philosophy of life!

In his youth, my uncle worked as an apprentice in a photography studio. Once, after drinking, he caused a scene,

damaging the studio's photographic equipment and was unsurprisingly fired.

With a wife and children crying for food at home and no money to spare, my kind grandfather bought him a camera.

At that time, cameras were extremely rare; for ordinary people, having their picture taken was a luxury

. My uncle carried his camera, going door-to-door taking photos for customers, while my aunt and two children developed the pictures at home

. The developed photos were scattered all over the kang (a heated brick bed), and my aunt, barefoot and dark-skinned, crawled around on the earthen bed,

stuffing the crumpled photos into paper bags. Whether it was carelessness or absent-mindedness, she often

mixed up the photos, leaving customers both amused and exasperated. Even so, business was booming.

Within , my uncle had made a lot of money, which many people envied. He taught his two children the craft, while he himself

stayed home, indulging in feasting and drinking all day. My uncle was cheerful, generous, and hospitable; the more drinking buddies he had, the better

. He warmly welcomed anyone who came to drink, with food and wine—a genuine welcome from the bottom of his heart, without a trace of pretense.

The more people gathered around the table, the more excited my uncle became with each drink. He would open the only old cabinet in the house and rummage through it, pulling

out all sorts of fine wines, canned goods, fruits, and so on: "Come on, drink, drink, drink! Don't pretend

!" He didn't use a single penny of the profits from photography to improve their living conditions or

upgrade ; it all went to the drinking table. As society rapidly developed, black and white photos were gradually

replaced by color photos. My uncle didn't understand color photography at all, nor did he want to study or improve it. He also didn't have enough

money to buy expensive developing equipment, so he had to send the finished film to a developing center for printing.

As a result, the profits were very meager, insufficient to support his extravagant lifestyle, and his income gradually dried up. Desperate, my uncle stopped using

film and took photos for people with an empty camera. Eventually, people thronged to his door demanding pictures, but he

had none to give them. Embarrassed, he became infamous in town. Even I, because of him, asked,

"Isn't that guy who takes photos without film your uncle?" Trapped

in his predicament, my uncle had nowhere to turn. My grandfather, filled with sorrow and endless worry for his children and grandchildren,

passed away. My grandmother, though extremely wealthy, didn't care for her

drunkard son at all; they were like enemies. She had long since hidden away, enjoying her retirement, clutching the gold

ingots . My grandmother once told me this story: Once, she

was on her way to buy fabric in town and passed by my maternal grandmother's house when she suddenly saw my maternal grandmother rush out of the house, carrying an Dongfanghong brand

radio in her arms, running away in a panic. My uncle also rushed out of the house afterward, holding a gleaming kitchen

knife , and angrily chased after my maternal grandmother. Grandma hurriedly stopped her uncle:

"Nephew, what's going on?"

"That old bastard, I'm going to kill her!" her uncle roared.

"Auntie, you don't know, that old hag is awful! She has money, her son can spend it however he wants, but

I don't have money to buy food, and she won't even lend me a little. Look, seeing I can't pay her back, she took my radio!

Is there any mother like that in the world?"

Grandma managed to persuade her uncle to go back to his place: "Nephew, let's talk this out. How can a mother and son

fight like this? It's not good for people to see!"

Grandma said to me, "Is your maternal grandmother as heartless as her? Her son is so poor he can't even afford food, and she still

goes and takes his things. What valuable things does your uncle have left?"

Unable to find his maternal grandmother to ask for money, the uncle went to his sister: "She's spent just as much of my mother's money!"

The uncle was self-righteous. His aunt felt guilty, but also out of sibling affection,

she had helped him as much as she could. However, this only provided temporary relief. "You can't keep doing this!" she

said, . "You need to find something to do, even if it's just to earn a penny."

"What can I do?" the uncle said helplessly.

"Sell vegetables, you can just use a scale, right? You don't need to know how?"

So, the aunt bought a steelyard and a handcart, and had the uncle set up a vegetable stall at the market. More than half a month later,

the aunt saw the uncle again: "How's business? Is it doing well?"

"Well? I quit a long time ago!"

Once, my aunt saw my grandmother and started complaining about this:

"Auntie, he's ruined his business! He's sold all the vegetables, but he's also lost his handcart and his scales!

"

Back then, we lived in the north, over a thousand li (about 500 kilometers) from my uncle's house. When my uncle was in dire straits, he would often

come to my mother for a little money. He always took the night train, arriving at our house in the early morning. After getting off the train, he would go straight

to the park to find my mother. He knew her very well; he knew she danced there every day—the so-called

"morning exercise"! When my mother saw my uncle, she frowned, but there was nothing she could do. She didn't even bother to speak to

him , just coldly waved her hand, and then turned and hurriedly left the park:

"I have to get going quickly; it would be so embarrassing if my comrades saw I had such a brother!" My mother

said angrily to my father when she got home.

As they walked out of the park, Mom casually pulled out a hundred yuan and stuffed it into Uncle's hand:

"Here, that's all the money I have in my pocket. Take it all and hurry home. Don't come again next time."

Uncle, understanding the situation, took the money and rushed to the train station to catch a train home.

"You, you really are something! His train ticket alone costs tens of yuan, and you only give him a hundred yuan

. What can he do with that?" Dad complained to Mom, thinking she was too stingy with her brother.

"He doesn't know how to manage money. Giving him any amount is useless. If I give him too much, he'll get a taste of it and come back again. I

can't afford that!"

"Then you should at least let him come in and have a meal. He came all this way, and he's been on the train all night."

"What meal? Look at his clothes, he looks no different from a beggar. I wouldn't dare!"

"Bringing him home will only make people laugh!"

But one time, my mother unexpectedly brought my uncle home. It was early one morning. As soon as he entered,

my mother panting, said to me, "Xiaoli, give me a hundred yuan. Your uncle is here. I

changed my clothes this morning, and I don't have any money in my pocket."

My uncle hesitated at the door, afraid to come in.

"Uncle, come in!" I pushed open the door and called out to him. My

uncle timidly entered the house. My daughter, Yangyang, was playing. My uncle bent down with a beaming smile:

"Oh my, little girl, you're so pretty! Come, let your great-uncle take a good look!"

Yangyang looked up and saw her uncle's shabby appearance. She turned and ran away in fright,

calling out in terror, "Mom, Mom!"

My uncle stood there, utterly embarrassed. I took out two hundred yuan and stuffed it into his hand. He

lowered his head, looking very ashamed.

"Hurry up, there's still a bus you can catch!" my mother urged impatiently. "

Xiao Li, I'm off then. Come visit sometime!" my uncle said as he walked, quickly disappearing

into the noisy street. ...

"I can't move at all now. I'll see if I get better in a few days. If God is

kind , I'll make a cane and go to the town government!" my uncle said seriously, putting down his wine bottle.

"What are you going to the town government for?" I asked, puzzled.

"To see the government, of course. When you're in trouble, you go to the government. I can't always ask you for money. Nobody's money

grows on trees. I know everyone has a family to support, and everyone's life is tough. Every family has its own problems

."

"How can the government help you?" "I continued to ask.

"Hmph, he dared not ignore it. Whether it was the mayor or the secretary, everyone in the town government

trembled like a leaf in the wind when they saw me!"

"Haha, Uncle, why is that? Are you Sun Wukong, with three heads and six arms?"

"No need for three heads and six arms, one head is enough, Xiao Li, listen to me!" My uncle suddenly

became excited, grabbed the wine bottle and swallowed a big gulp of wine, and continued:

"Those years, life was fucking unbearable. Your grandmother, that shameless old hag,

took the money your grandfather left behind and went out (remarried), have you heard?"

"What happened?"

"Your grandmother went out (remarried), didn't you know?" (I shook my head) Listen to this,

this seventy-something-year-old woman remarried, marrying a little old man. That stinky old man is much younger and stronger than her,

able to take care of her. Your maternal grandmother never did any work her whole life. When your maternal grandfather was alive, he took care of her. After he

died, she went out (remarried) to be taken care of by someone else. Xiao Li, tell me, is there any mother like this in the world?

She only knows how to enjoy herself her whole life, and she doesn't care if her son and grandson starve to death, she just pretends not to see them.

I can't get a single penny from her anymore, what can I do? I can't just wait to starve to death. One day

at noon, I drank a whole bottle of liquor in one go, then grabbed a flashlight and, fueled by the alcohol, rushed into the town government

office building! ..."

"What are you doing at the town government office getting a flashlight in the middle of the day? Is it dark?"

"Don't interrupt, let me finish!" My uncle was very unhappy that I interrupted him:

"I stumbled into the corridor, turned on the flashlight, and shone it into each office!"

Everyone in

The office director, bewildered, asked me, "Old Liu, what are you taking pictures of in broad daylight?"

I ignored him and kept taking pictures, all the while saying in a serious tone, "Why is it so dark?

Why is the government building so dark?" The office director was speechless, unsure what to say, and quietly slipped into the mayor's

office to report.

The mayor chuckled upon hearing this, saying I had a sense of humor. After learning of my predicament, he felt

sorry for me.

I said, "Mayor, you good cadres of the Party, good public servants of the people, can't just watch a

poor person like me starve to death! You feed me lavish meals of fish, meat, and delicacies every day, and the leftovers are enough to

fill my stomach. My request is simple, just a bowl of porridge will do!"

The town mayor was very polite. He said to me, "Oh, calm down, calm down, Lao Liu, calm down.

What ? Taking care of those in need is our government's inescapable responsibility. You're so old, and your health

isn't very good. There are some jobs you can't do.

How ?

" "Sure!"

I took office the next day. I cleaned during the day and slept in the office at night. It was pretty good

. At least I had some income. I didn't have to beg here and there, looking like a lowlife, and being looked down upon by everyone.

I felt quite at ease doing my job. One night, it was past eleven o'clock. I went to patrol the corridor. We've earned

money from others, so we have to take some responsibility. As I walked, I suddenly heard voices coming from the accounting office. The voices

were low and chattering, like mice burrowing into a hole. I tiptoed towards the sound and quietly eavesdropped behind the door

. I was furious when I heard what happened. Guess what happened? (I silently shook my head,

not wanting to interrupt my uncle.) It turns out, a few low-level officials from the land bureau

sold a piece of land in the town to a development company in the city. It's that piece of land on the east side of the river—a huge piece of land! It's

the best ; the crops there grew so well! But they sold it, and now they've built houses on it

and are trying to sell them off. They're all high-end residences, and there's even a row of villas. Did you see them when you came?

You should have seen them; even buses pass by there. Who can afford these houses? They haven't

sold many; the rest are all empty. The few that were sold were all bought by officials. We ordinary people

shouldn't even think about it; it'll keep us up at night. This land was sold for a very low price. Everyone knows what's going on behind the scenes;

it's obvious they took kickbacks. Right now, they're fighting like dogs in the room over how to divide the spoils. I

peeked through the crack in the door and, lo and behold, there was a piece of paper on the desk. I thought: that paper must have written down how much kickback the development

company gave them. So, I suddenly pushed open the door and rushed into the room. Those officials hadn't even finished...

Understanding what was going on, I grabbed the paper, stuffed it into my pocket, and turned to leave.

A big guy grabbed me: "Old Liu, what are you doing? "

"What am I doing? I'm going to report you!"

The man said: "Old Liu, we've treated you well, haven't we? We've taken care of you working here as a night watchman, and our wages

aren't low. You can do as much work as you want, or not if you don't want to, nobody will say anything. How can you

turn your back on us like this!

" I said: "Hmph, don't give me that crap. Compared to you, I'm not even as good as a beggar! Don't think you've

taken care of me at all. You corrupt officials use the country's money to satisfy your own desires, your

pockets are bursting with embezzled funds, and you still have the nerve to say you've taken care of me? What have you done to take care of me? Did you take my salary out of your own

pockets ?

Wasn't it given by the Party? Even if you did take care of me, those few coins are just

a drop !" Compared to you, I'm not even worth a dog. I'm a penniless pauper, what am I afraid of? My life is worthless.

You're different from me. If you slip up, all this money will be confiscated, you'll be expelled from the Party, dismissed

from your public office, and spend ten or twenty years in jail reflecting on your actions. You might even lose your heads. As for me, the Party and

the government will reward me! Hehe…

a bald man spoke up: "Old Liu, let's talk this over. Calm down, calm down. We know you

haven't had it easy these past few years. Everyone has their difficulties, even Guan Yu had his Maicheng defeat. Everyone

experiences ups and downs in life. Fortune changes every three years. Old Liu, you've run into this mess today. Let's not say anything unpleasant

. It's getting late, what's the use of all this shouting? Let's just get straight to

the point . Tell us what you want, we brothers will do our best to help

you, even if it means bowing our heads to the ground!"

I think it's time to soften up. You know, you have to be tough at first, to intimidate them all, to keep them from retaliating

, and then make them bleed. I said in a gentler tone: "You've at least said something sensible

. You've got so much money, you can't just pocket it all. You should split it in half when you meet.

But I'm not greedy, I don't want to share with you. I just need enough to eat. If I didn't have to go hungry

, I wouldn't be here doing this kind of work. If I could eat, I wouldn't care about these things.

I'm not as greedy as you are. As long as I have food and drink, I don't care about anything else. I live one day

at a time. Since this guy said he could help me with some difficulties, I won't be polite. It's

out of necessity, I have no choice, I have to live too! Actually, I've had enough of life, what's the point of living? But I

have children, they haven't had enough of life yet. I have to live for them even if I don't live for myself..."

Old Liu, stop beating around the bush, just tell me what you're thinking! The bald guy was getting

impatient . "Why are you in such a hurry?" I thought. "I need to get them all excited. Whatever you want, I'll give it to them!

" I said. "Yes, it's getting late. This constant arguing will attract attention; walls have ears!

"... "My idea... well, it's not that ambitious. You all know I have no house. You need to

figure out how to build me a house that doesn't leak!

" At first, they refused. One said, "Oh, how much would that cost?" The other yelled, "You're really

asking for the moon!" I said, "Okay, okay, I don't want anything. To avoid hurting your feelings, is that

alright ?" They muttered amongst themselves for a long time, finally agreeing to each contribute 10,000 yuan to build me a house. Then they

asked me for that piece of paper.

I refused: "The house problem is solved, that's great, but what about my job?"

They started arguing again: "Hey, Lao Liu, my dear father, my living ancestor, are you ever going

to stop ... We're not from the personnel bureau, what right do we have to solve your job problem?"

I said, "I don't want to go to work either. It's so restrictive and restrictive. I'm used to being carefree. I know

you're not from the personnel bureau, but you're from the land bureau! You have the right to

sell such a large piece of land cheaply, so why can't you give me a small plot? I don't need it to be big, just enough to build a storefront. I'll open a small

restaurant, and you're welcome to come. When you're entertaining guests or giving gifts, bring them to my restaurant. We can't let the profits go to waste! "

We argued until midnight, and finally they agreed to give me a plot of land, right next to the refractory brick factory's wall

near the road. I built a simple house and opened a small restaurant. "

Great! That's wonderful! Now you've got a house, and you can start a business!"

I thought to myself, "Heaven has eyes! It doesn't let the poor starve.

" "What's so great about it? No way!" Uncle swallowed another mouthful of wine:

"Sigh, this is my fate. The house is built, but I don't have money to get my son married. Besides,

I've accumulated a mountain of debt over the years. I simply sold the house to pay off my son's debts, and with the remaining money, I paid off the debts.

That would have been the end of it! The restaurant wasn't doing well either. Everyone said I was filthy, and nobody came to eat! Later, I sold the restaurant too, and

within a few years, that little bit of money was all gone! Forced into a corner, I had to go to the government!"

Uncle continued, "I racked my brains, trying to think of any way to make these corrupt officials

bleed a little!"

I got a broken gong and stood at the gate of the town government, banging it on and

on, cursing every single one of the officials. When I worked the night watch there, I knew a thing or two about their shady dealings. I spilled all the dirt

on them—their lavish feasts, their use of public funds for prostitution, their publicly funded trips, their power-for-money deals, the cashier and the secretary's affairs, and so on. Crowds gathered in circles, some even climbing onto the roof to watch. The area in front of the government building was more bustling than a market. At first, they ignored me, so I went to curse them every day, like it was a job, without missing a single day. Later, they secretly called the county public security bureau, saying I was cursing ***, inciting the masses, and detrimental to stability and unity . Sometimes I'd had too much to drink, and my mouth wouldn't hold back; in addition, I was sometimes too angry, and I did say some things I shouldn't have. That day, I was really into banging and cursing when a police car drove up from the other side of the road. Several policemen jumped out, and without a word, they shoved and pushed me into the police car and took me to the county detention center. The police said I was obstructing official business and gave me a fifteen-day administrative penalty. Fifteen days it is, I thought, "What's the worst that can happen?" 　　I was fine inside; none of the inmates hit me. On the fourteenth day, the guards let me go home.

He said, "No, there's still one day left. I have to obey the law; I can't go back!"

"So, you're going home on the fifteenth day?"

"Yes, I have to wait until the deadline to go home!" The uncle said comically,

"What will I do when I get home? No food, no drink, who will I turn to? I thought, damn it, I'll have to go to

the government . This time I won't cause trouble; if I do, I'll be detained again. This time I'll take a peaceful approach!"

"Heh heh! What peaceful approach?"

"Listen to me!" The uncle's drunken face once again revealed a victorious smile:

"On my way home from the detention center, I picked up a newspaper. An old lady selling newspapers had accidentally dropped it on

the ground . I was idly flipping through it and accidentally saw a regulation from the central government. I stuffed the newspaper into

my pocket and walked towards the town government, thinking: 'Business is on the way!' I walked into the town mayor's office; he was reading

the newspaper!" My uncle gave me a mysterious smile .

The town mayor looked up and saw it was me. He grinned, his face extremely unnatural,

and said, "Oh, it's you, Old Liu. Sit down, sit down. How have you been lately?" I said, "Yes, yes, I'm here

to thank you. You let me enjoy half a month of peace in the detention center!" The mayor said, "Old Liu, I had no choice

. You went too far, too irrationally! Now it's the Reform and Opening Up era. If this were during the Cultural Revolution

, your behavior would at least get you ten years in prison!" I said, "Forget it, forget it! I'm

a carefree person; I forget the past as soon as it's over. I've learned my lesson this time and am determined to turn over a new leaf and start anew!"

The mayor said, "Yes, yes, it's good that you've realized your mistake. You'll still be a good comrade, a good comrade!" I said, "

Mayor, I've decided. In this great opportunity of Reform and Opening Up, I must seize the time to do something worthwhile.

I want to do something great that benefits the country and the people, something that will benefit future generations!" Upon hearing this, the mayor assumed I was

acting drunk . He didn't say anything, just smiled—and I could tell he was mocking me, definitely mocking me! Whatever,

let him laugh if he wants to. I continued, "Of course, Mayor, if I want to accomplish this, I need

your help as a public servant!" The mayor said, "Old Liu, I have a lot of official business to attend to. You

should go home and rest. We can talk another day!" I thought, "He's trying to get rid of me! No way, stop beating around the bush

, let's get to the point!" So I said, "I know you're busy, Mayor, so I 'll cut to the chase

. Mayor, I'm here today to apply for a loan." "What?"

The mayor frowned, his thick, long eyebrows furrowing. "Old Liu, have you been drinking again?

What ?" I solemnly replied, "Mayor, I'm perfectly sober. I haven't had a drop of alcohol today. I

genuinely need a loan. I have a purpose, but not for myself. I'm doing it for the country and for the people!"

The mayor asked impatiently, "How much do you want to borrow? What do you need it for?" "600,000. I need 600,000 for goods!"

I said, "I want to buy two bulldozers, at least 600,000." The mayor's eyes widened: "Heh!

...600,000? That's a bit low, isn't it? ...What do you need the bulldozers for?" "What for ? Of course

, I need to do something with them. I can't just leave them sitting there rusting. I'm all about efficiency. We're

a small business , nothing compared to you, Mayor. You're

so wealthy, you can leave hundreds of acres of farmland uncultivated for years!"

As I spoke, I pulled out a newspaper and placed it on the mayor's desk: "Mayor, you study the central government's

documents , always keeping in line with the Party Central Committee. Your awareness is far superior to ours, the common people

. I wonder if you've studied this document?" The mayor took the newspaper, glanced at it briefly,

and then fell silent. Do you know what happened?

"Did he sell land again without permission?" I replied.

"No, he didn't sell any land this time, he really didn't. What land is left to sell in our town? If he sold any more,

I think he'd have to sell the town government office building! Child, our town has no land left to sell!"

My uncle corrected me: "Xiao Li, you're someone who cares a lot about national affairs, you read a lot of books and newspapers often.

Do you know that a few years ago, all over the country was setting up all sorts of development zones, creating a huge buzz?

Our town was no exception. Arable land was already extremely scarce, but we followed the trend and fenced off a piece of fertile land to set

up this so-called development zone. The town mayor personally took charge, bringing in truckload after truckload of slag to

level the perfectly good farmland..." The land was compacted with a road roller.

The development zone was launched with great fanfare, but no companies invested or set up factories there, and the land

remained idle for several years. In response, the central government issued a document requiring all idle land to be reclaimed for cultivation

. I seized on this opportunity, intending to extort more money from him… Seeing the mayor remain silent for a while, I said, “What

’s wrong, Mayor? Why are you so quiet?” Clearly, the mayor was angry. He threw the newspaper on the sofa and said, “

Old Liu, you’re trying to extort me again! This problem must be solved, of course. Why are you worrying about it?” I said,

“Hey, Mayor, you’re wrong to say that. Everyone has a responsibility for the fate of the nation. I am a citizen of the People’s Republic of China…”

As a citizen, of course I should share the burdens of the country. You say you want to solve this, but when will you solve it? When and how many years will it be resolved?

Will it just sit idle for another ten or eight years? Our country has a large population and limited land; that's our national condition. I'm deeply

worried about the future of the country. If this farmland continues to sit idle like this, how much less grain will be harvested each year

?

I've thought about it for a long time. I understand the government's financial difficulties. At first, I thought about picking

out all this slag basket by basket, but then I calculated that there's so much slag, I could never finish picking it all in my lifetime. I don't mind

picking it for a lifetime; it's a contribution to the country, after all. But it's such a waste to leave this farmland barren! So I thought

of buying two bulldozers… "That would be faster!" I thought. Seeing the mayor fall silent again, I gave him a final ultimatum

: "Mayor, if the town is truly facing financial difficulties, I won't make things difficult for you. Tomorrow I'll go to the county government to report

this situation and see what the higher-ups think!"

Upon hearing this, the mayor jumped up from the sofa as if pricked by a needle, shouting, "

Old Liu, our families have lived in this town for generations! If you're talking about kinship

, we're practically related! Don't try to hold a grudge over something!" I replied, "Hmph, I'm not bothering

you. Don't try to talk to me about kinship. We're poor folks; we can't possibly be associated with you. I'm just doing my duty."

"Report the situation truthfully to the higher-ups!" the mayor said irritably. "Give me a break, give me a break! Stop beating around the bush!

Tell the truth, name your price. How much do I need to shut your mouth?"

I knew the moment had come. "I'm never greedy. A few drinks will do!" "Mayor,

please give me what you think is fair!"

the mayor said angrily. "Five hundred. If you agree, I'll give it to you right now!" He actually

reached into his pocket to take out money.

I said, "Mayor, are you kidding me? Are you trying to fob me off?"

The mayor said, "Old Liu, then tell me, how much do you want?"

"Five thousand!"

"What? You really have the nerve to ask for that?!" "What's

wrong? What's wrong? That's

too much. The accounting department can't record it!"

"Hmph, can't record it?"

I said, "Are you kidding me? Five thousand won't be recorded? So you can record your drinking, gambling, whoring, and public-funded travel

, right?"

We argued for most of the day, and finally, the town mayor pulled out three thousand yuan from his pocket: "

That's settled then, stop arguing, consider this three thousand yuan my treat. "

I thought, that's about right, let's just leave it at that, no need to push him any further.

After saying that, my uncle looked at me smugly:

"Li, I know how to deal with them!" My uncle was still immersed in excitement:

"I know this isn't very ethical, it is indeed extortion. But compared to these corrupt officials,

I'm just a nobody, an ant. What they get is ill-gotten gains, dirty money, so why not take it? Besides,

I only took a small amount from them, it's just a drop in the ocean."

"Uncle, why did you build your house on farmland? There aren't even any neighbors around, and

it , aren't you scared?" I asked with concern.

"Where else could I build it?" my uncle replied:

"I wanted to build it in front of the town government building, and they allowed it!"

"But this is farmland, you can't just build a house on it!"

"It's farmland, and not bad land at all. They can't just leave me squatting in the open, can they? Anyway, nobody cares.

They all know I have no house, I'm dirt poor. My house isn't very big, so nobody

bothers . Don't let my seemingly crazy appearance fool you; that's only with officials. I never mess around with ordinary people. I'm

quite popular. This place is nice; I've gotten used to it. It's not good now, but come

back It's like paradise! My house may be a bit run-down, but it's practically a villa.

It's surrounded by lush green crops, completely enclosing it. A breeze carries a sweet fragrance that soothes

the soul . When we run out of rice, I just go to the fields, pick some corn, and cook it—that's delicious! And edamame, a great

accompaniment to drinks. There's cabbage, scallions, radishes—you name it. Pick whatever you want, nobody cares.

They all know I'm poor, so let them eat what they want."

"How's Uncle doing now?" I interrupted my uncle, changing the subject.

"Why can't I find him?"

"You, you can still find him? So many people are looking for him, nobody can find him." My uncle said,

"Your second uncle has lost money on everything he does these past few years, he's so poor he's practically starving. How can he pay it back?

He's forced to hide, afraid to go home. If he goes home, he'll be besieged by creditors. Those creditors are furious; if they catch your second uncle,

they'll eat him alive!"

Seeing that it was getting late, I took out two hundred yuan and placed it on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), then got up to say goodbye: "Uncle, I have to go.

"

"What's the rush? Have some dinner before you go, or stay here!" My uncle sincerely urged me to stay.

"No, I have many things to do!" I said, but in my heart I thought: I must leave as soon as possible. That

big- legged woman, my cousin's wife, might come home anytime, and that would be truly embarrassing for me!

"Then, then I won't see you off. Aunt, please open the door and let Xiaoli out!"

I walked silently along the country path, occasionally turning back to look at that "villa" in the field,

a pang of sorrow in my heart: Alas, my uncle, a pitiful man! And a tragic man at the same time!

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