Big Fool's Wife

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On a December morning, Sanhe Village was shrouded in a thick frost fog, like eyes that could not open. The faintly visible sun reminded one of the face of a woman in labor. On the damp paths, the withered weeds were still covered with white frost, and the poplar trees standing side by side looked somewhat stunted. Occasionally, a few barks from dogs startled by the early risers would disappear into the fog again...
This was the most leisurely time of year. The farming work in the already dwindling fields had long been completed, and there was still some time before the Spring Festival. For the people who had always lived in this small village north of the Yangtze River, which was like an island separated by three river branches, the entirety of each day was the sun slowly arcing from the east to the west. They seemed to have no demands on the days. For them, the days were like a donkey harnessed to a millstone but unloaded, still turning slowly with its usual pace.
Geographically, the people of Sanhe Village only need to climb the high riverbank embankment a little over two miles away to see the increasingly towering skyscrapers of a certain southern city on the opposite bank. On clear nights, they can even see the bizarre, constantly flashing, colorful lights. Rumor has it that in the shimmering lights, the women wear tattered clothes that barely cover their breasts, looking like fairies, and the men look like opium addicts, pale-faced. The
older generation naturally scoffs at this, feeling utterly disgusted. The younger generation, however, is restless. They no longer want to bury themselves in the hardships and energy of their parents' land. Although they hear of some of their peers who have ventured out and found success, even finding themselves with those alluring beauties across the river, many more return in disgrace and destitution.
This erodes the initial courage and drive in many of them. Even those who cross the river mostly find work in nearby towns or counties. Life in Sanhe Village remained uneventful, like stagnant water in a river fork with few ripples.
During the off-season, the men of Sanhe Village, as if by prior agreement, would wait until their wives finished cooking in the kitchen before lazily getting up to wash and eat. After a quick meal, they would gather in twos and threes at the foot of a mud wall overgrown with wild rice vines at the north end of the village. Young and old alike would greet each other with smiles, toss cigarettes to each other, and chat idly under the warm sunshine.
A cement bridge spanned the river fork, connecting the isolated village to an empty cement country road. Beside the bridge stood a cement sign, the words "Sanhe Village" painted in red, now faded to a mere "three inches." This was the village's bus station, the only land-based starting point for the villagers to reach the town, the county seat, and even the other side of the river…
The fog that day was thick, like a heavy curtain, mixed with a chilling wind. It was almost noon when the curtain began to slowly lift. Old Zhao, sleeves tucked into his sleeves, arrived at the earthen wall to find no one there. "Damn it!"
he muttered, a drop of sticky water clinging to the tip of his nose. Old Zhao leaned against the earthen wall, gazing at the cement bus stop sign across the river, feeling utterly bored. His son, who worked on the other side of the river, said he would be home for the New Year in a few days.
Then, Third Brother appeared. Third Brother was tall and thin, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like two camera lenses. Third Brother was a capable man in the village. In his youth, he worked as a salesman at a state-owned fertilizer factory in the county seat, traveling all over the country. Later, it was said that he was detained for over a month by the county discipline inspection commission, the county public security bureau, and the procuratorate due to personal economic issues, but he endured it.
Finally, due to insufficient evidence, the factory fired him. After returning home, he quietly lay low for two years until the fertilizer factory was restructured into a so-called shareholding cooperative system, and most of the original leaders were replaced. Only then did he rebuild the first two-story brick and tile house in Sanhe Village on his old family homestead. Soon after, he bought a light agricultural truck and started a transportation business.
Although there were many suspicious points about Third Brother's rise to prominence, few people in the village gossiped or slandered him. Most people envied him. Even if a few tactless men whispered behind his back, their wives would retort, "Pshaw, if you had encountered something like Third Brother, you'd be a complete failure by now!"
For the women, a man who could provide a good life for his family was a capable man.
During the month or so that he was detained by the county discipline inspection commission, the county public security bureau, and the procuratorate, Third Brother's wife fell seriously ill from shock and fright. By the time the neighbors found her, her body was already cold, and Third Brother became a widower. These intertwined events undoubtedly added a layer of tragedy to his capable image. Because he was the third son in the family, the villagers began to respectfully call him "Third Brother," and gradually his real name was forgotten.
Third Brother clearly saw Old Zhao by the mud wall. The farm truck, covered in mud, carefully drove across the cement bridge and stopped in front of Old Zhao. "Brother Zhao, are you here alone today?"
Third Brother leaned out of the driver's seat, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"Hehe, yeah, Third Brother, the fog's so thick this morning it's like being caught in a downpour. Those guys are probably still cuddling their wives by the bed!"
Old Zhao approached the car and saw someone sitting in the driver's seat, bundled up tightly in a brand-new bright red down jacket. A matching bright red scarf covered most of her face, leaving only her dark eyes peeking out as she looked at Old Zhao. Her long eyelashes fluttered; it was a girl.
"Third Brother, are you having relatives?"
"No. This is a wife a friend from town arranged for my son, Da Sha. We went to town early this morning to bring her back!"
Third Brother turned to the girl and said, "Quick, call her Uncle Zhao!"
Old Zhao's eyes widened. He saw those dark eyes squint at him; the girl's smile was quite endearing. "Third...Third Brother, that's great news! Congratulations!"
He managed to say a few words with great effort.
Third Brother chuckled twice, waved his hand, and said, "Enough chatting, I have to hurry home. This awful weather, it took me most of the day to go back and forth to town. Your eldest son should be home for the New Year soon, right?"
Old Zhao nodded in agreement, staring blankly as the truck turned into the village. Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of loss. His eldest son, who worked on the other side of the river, was already in his mid-twenties. He was quite handsome, much better than Big Fool, but his monthly wages weren't even enough for him to eat, drink, and have fun. And since his family didn't have a house like Third Brother's, he hadn't been able to find a proper girlfriend yet. "Ptooey..."
Old Zhao spat into the air, "Damn it!"
He didn't know who he wanted to curse, but he just felt a bit stifled.
The truck finally came to a bumpy stop on the cement drying ground in front of their house. Third Brother got out and went to open the other driver's side door, but the girl had already nimbly climbed down by herself. She was stamping her feet and blinking her long eyelashes as she looked around curiously. Her hands were covered by the bright red scarf that covered her face, and soon they were red from the cold wind.
"Third Brother is back!"
A woman's voice was bright and clear from inside the house.
"Oh, Second Sister-in-law is here!"
The voice made Third Brother's face immediately flush, as if he had been touched by a spring breeze. He quickly called the girl to come inside, and the woman called Second Sister-in-law came out to greet him. She looked to be about the same age as Third Brother, around forty-seven or forty-eight. She wasn't particularly beautiful, and her face was covered with the color of being baked by the sun for a long time. Several of her fingers were wrapped in bandages, the chapped skin left from working in the winter. Second Sister-in-law's figure was relatively well-maintained, unlike the bloated or gaunt women of the same age in the village.
"Hey, who's this girl?"
Second Sister-in-law saw the girl behind Third Brother. As soon as the girl entered, she pulled down her scarf, revealing a fair and rosy face, as if she had applied makeup. Her eyes were large and bright, and when she smiled, they resembled crescent moons. "Wow, what a pretty girl!"
Second Sister-in-law exclaimed.
Third Brother, brushing the dust off his clothes, chuckled and said, "This girl's name is Cui'er. A friend from town arranged a marriage for Da Sha." Second Sister-in-law's face immediately lit up with joy, as if her own son had found a wife. She took Cui'er's hand and examined her closely. Cui'er wasn't shy at all, blinking her big eyes and smiling at Second Sister-in-law.
Suddenly, Second Sister-in-law remembered something and turned to Third Brother, asking, "Where is Cui'er from? Why did you bring her home like this?"
Third Brother paused, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face. He opened his mouth but swallowed his words. Second Sister-in-law didn't press further. "Quick, call her Second Aunt!"
Third Brother urged Cui'er to avoid further embarrassment. Cui'er called out, but her voice lacked the bright, clear tone of her face. Her speech was muffled and unclear, as if her tongue was shorter than a piece.
Second Sister-in-law frowned and pulled Third Brother aside, whispering, "Why does this girl talk like that?"
Third Brother glanced at Cui'er furtively, then turned back to Second Sister-in-law, pointed to his temple, and said in a low voice, "This girl is a little bit... well, but it doesn't seem like it will affect her daily life!"
While they were whispering, Cui'er continued to smile and curiously look around.
Third Brother thought of his son, Da Sha. Second Sister-in-law had said she had just cooked porridge for him before they came back and brought some cabbage and vermicelli buns from home; he guessed Da Sha was eating in the kitchen. They led Cui'er to the kitchen, but no one was there. The door leading from the kitchen to the backyard was open, so they went to the backyard.
A young man with a shaved head and a thick neck was squatting in front of a patch of scallions and chives, holding a large white porcelain bowl. Hearing someone approach, he stopped snoring, turned his head, grinned, and chuckled. There were still some vermicelli and porridge stuck to the corners of his mouth. When he saw Cui'er, his eyes seemed to freeze. This was Da Sha, the son of Third Brother.
Actually, Da Sha was very bright and clever when he was young. Third Brother took him to primary school in the county town, and he always did very well in his studies. The year he was supposed to enter junior high school, which was also the time when Third Brother was imprisoned, he contracted meningitis. Fortunately, with the full help of Third Brother's eldest and second eldest sons, especially the meticulous care of Second Sister-in-law, Da Sha was brought back from the brink of death.
His speech had become less fluent, and his eyes had lost their former liveliness. Later, because little kids kept imitating his stuttering, he simply stopped talking to people altogether. Even when his third brother called him, he would only grin, nod, shake his head, or stubbornly raise his neck. Gradually, the villagers started calling him "Big Fool." He didn't get annoyed; he just grinned as usual. Eventually, even his third brother and second sister-in-law called him "Big Fool."
His third brother understood his son's thoughts from his eyes, and a hint of relief crossed his lips. Seeing that it was already noon, his second sister-in-law busied herself preparing to cook. She asked Cui'er if she could cook, and Cui'er nodded. His second sister-in-law took her scarf, hung it up, and then put sleeves and an apron around her neck, saying not to get her new clothes dirty. His third brother tapped his son's bald head and said, "Get up quickly and help your second aunt pick vegetables!"
Big Fool grinned, but his eyes were glued to Cui'er.
"Second Sister-in-law, I'll go call Second Brother over later, let's have a drink together!"
Hearing Third Brother's words, a few clouds crossed Second Sister-in-law's face: "That damned fellow went to town to gamble again, he hasn't come home since yesterday! Third Brother, you should take this opportunity to have a good talk with him, he trusts you the most, otherwise he'll ruin the family!"
Because of the new bride's arrival, Third Brother killed a chicken and called someone to deliver some fish. Cui'er sat by the stove, her movements of lighting the fire and adding firewood were very graceful, watching Third Brother and Second Sister-in-law nod with pursed lips. After dinner, Cui'er and Second Sister-in-law cleaned the table and dishes spotlessly. Third Brother took out melon seeds and candies and scattered them on the table, asking Da Sha to keep Cui'er company.
"Let Da Sha sleep with Cui'er tonight!"
Third Brother whispered to Second Sister-in-law. The meal had made Second Sister-in-law quite fond of Cui'er, and her previous doubts were completely dispelled. She nodded and said, "This girl is good. Let's leave it at that. I'll go upstairs and tidy up Da Sha's 'doghouse.'" Third Brother went to the cab of the truck, grabbed some things, put them in his pocket, and followed her upstairs.
Second Sister-in-law was making Da Sha's bed, her plump buttocks swaying. Third Brother walked up behind her and pinched them. Second Sister-in-law didn't turn around, as if she was used to it. It wasn't until Third Brother bent down and reached into her cotton-padded jacket to grab her two large breasts that Second Sister-in-law straightened up and slapped his hands away.
"You rascal, in broad daylight, with the two little ones still downstairs, don't be so indecent!"
Second Sister-in-law's face was as red as a carrot.
Third Brother chuckled and pulled Second Sister-in-law's hand to his crotch: "It's almost turned into a donkey's whip here!"
Second Sister-in-law felt the heat in Third Brother's crotch; his manhood was hard and swollen like a rolling pin. Her face turned even redder. That rolling pin hadn't been used in her dough for a while, and a hot, itchy feeling was stirring inside her. But she still pulled her hand back and pushed Third Brother away, saying, "Do you have any new bedding? These all need to be changed!"
Third Brother took out two bottles of ointment from his pocket and stuffed them into Second Sister-in-law's hands, saying, "This is specially for treating frostbite. The people at the town pharmacy said it's very effective."
Second Sister-in-law looked at Third Brother, hesitant to speak...
The news that Third Brother's family had a new bride quickly spread throughout the village. All afternoon, neighbors came to see the new bride's appearance, and everyone who came praised Cui'er, saying that Third Brother's family was very lucky. Third Brother was naturally overjoyed, but when people asked about the new bride's background, he became hesitant. The villagers knew Third Brother was quick-witted and eccentric, often accomplishing things others couldn't even imagine, so they laughed it off and didn't press him further.
Big Fool, head down, cracked sunflower seeds one by one on the corner of the table, secretly wishing he could drive all these people away. His mind was filled with images of Cui'er's rosy face and his imagined rosy body and thighs; he wished it would get dark immediately.
In the evening, Eldest Sister-in-law, Second Brother, and Second Brother's unmarried daughter arrived. Second Sister-in-law had her daughter bring some ordinary clothes for Cui'er; Eldest Brother had passed away from liver cancer a few years prior. The second brother, looking disheveled and yawning repeatedly, was scolded by his sister-in-law before she instructed their daughter and Cui'er to prepare dinner. The third brother also sent Da Sha to the kitchen before finally telling the rest of the family the truth.
He had bought Cui'er from a human trafficker in town for 30,000 yuan. Cui'er was supposedly from the Henan area and had a slight intellectual disability, but it was not noticeable at first glance, and she was very obedient.
This situation left everyone looking at each other in bewilderment. It was the second sister-in-law who broke the silence first: "There are plenty of people buying wives in these surrounding villages. I think Cui'er is a good girl. As long as our family doesn't say anything, who will know?"
The eldest sister-in-law and the second brother agreed, so they decided to hold the wedding on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. The second sister-in-law would be the groom's matchmaker, and the third brother said he would ask a friend from the county town to be the bride's matchmaker. They would also ask Old Li, the village secretary, to be the witness, so it would be a grand and proper wedding…
Winter days are short, and the weather that night was exceptionally fine. A crescent moon, held aloft by the branches of the poplar trees at the west end of the village, looked very refreshing. The second brother, who had been playing cards for almost two days and one night, became drowsy after a few sips of wine, so everyone dispersed early. Before leaving, Second Sister-in-law showed Cui'er around the washing and sleeping areas, then told Third Brother that she would go to town the next morning to buy some things for the maid. Third Brother offered to pay, but Second Sister-in-law rolled her eyes at him. Third Brother then said, "Then I'll drive you there tomorrow," and Second Sister-in-law nodded.
After everyone left, Da Sha and Cui'er stood in front of Third Brother, waiting for his instructions. "Cui'er, you should go to sleep early. Xiao Gang and I still have something to talk about."
Xiao Gang was Da Sha's name, and Third Brother felt he couldn't call his son Da Sha in front of his daughter-in-law anymore.
Da Sha's eyes followed Cui'er's retreating figure until it disappeared through the door before he turned and stood stiffly. Third Brother puffed on his cigarette, remaining silent for a long time. From inside came the sound of Cui'er pouring water into the foot basin, then the sound of the water being stirred, and then the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs.
"Dad!"
Da Sha called out.
"I was going to tell you something very important, but I somehow forgot."
Third Brother stubbed out his cigarette and waved to his son, "Go, go back to your room!"
When Da Sha entered the room, Cui'er was already under the covers, pulled up to her chin, her dark eyes fixed on Da Sha as if she were smiling. Da Sha felt his bones suddenly go weak, and he could hardly move. Cui'er shifted further into the bed, still staring intently at Da Sha. Such a look and movement were like a match lighting a tinderbox, making Da Sha feel a fire rush from the soles of his feet to his head, then from his head to his stomach. He quickly felt his groin bulge like a small hill.
As Da Sha lifted the covers and climbed into bed, Cui'er smelled a scent she had never smelled before, emanating from Da Sha. This scent made Cui'er's face flush red to her neck, and her breathing became labored. The bed frame creaked under the mattress. "Turn off the light!"
she said.
In the darkness, Da Sha slurred for a while, then Cui'er felt a hand move up her arm, the fingers trembling slightly. The hand paused for a moment when it reached her chest, then began to knead. An unprecedented tingling sensation made Cui'er involuntarily let out a soft "Ah!", and the hand immediately stopped and released her. "What...what's wrong..." Da Sha
stammered in the darkness.
"Nothing, it's just itchy!"
Cui'er giggled twice. Da Sha still didn't move, thinking he had hurt Cui'er. Cui'er pressed her body closer to Da Sha, pulling his hand to her chest again. Da Sha felt relieved, and he rolled onto Cui'er...
Third Brother secretly hid at the door of Da Sha and Cui'er's room. For a long time, the creaking of the bed frame inside was still intermittent and disjointed, which made him a little anxious. Suddenly, he heard Cui'er cry out, "Ouch, it hurts!"
Then there was a series of messy creaking sounds from the bed frame. Third Brother chuckled inwardly, "This little rascal, so impatient..."
After a short while, the bed frame finally started creaking continuously again, along with Cui'er's soft but beautiful moans.
The commotion made Third Brother feel a bit hot all over. He quietly went downstairs to the threshing ground. The night wind was strong and cold, and there were many stars in the sky, but they all looked desolate and cold. His gaze passed over the fields with clods of earth turning over and a row of dark poplar trees, and found the house. It was Second Sister-in-law's house. A huge stack of firewood blocked the windows, so he couldn't see if there was any light on inside...

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