old bachelor

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The "Five Guarantees" system is a product of the planned economy. According to the authoritative explanation from the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, it refers to the collective support provided by the collective to the widowed, orphaned, and lonely in rural China who lack the ability to work and have no other means of support. The content of the "Five Guarantees" varies depending on the region and the recipients, but mainly includes: food, shelter, clothing, medical care, and burial for the elderly.

Zhu San Die shouldn't have been a "Five Guarantees" recipient. In Youshan'ao, Zhu San Die was quite a figure. At fifteen, he "crossed the Yalu River with great pride and high spirits," and it's said he actually killed an American soldier. After returning, he was invited by the county and township to give many speeches. However, due to the evil American imperialism, his right leg was forever left in that place full of vibrant azaleas. None of the female college students who included beautiful black-and-white photos in their letters of condolence, or the female Communist Youth League members who listened to his heroic deeds in the auditorium with tears in their eyes, ultimately accompanied him back to his two mud-brick houses in Youshan'ao.

Youshan'ao was a remote mountain village. Unless there was a sister or older sister marrying into the family, only cousins would reluctantly don red headscarves and ride donkeys to marry into the village. At first, Zhu San's father acted as if he'd seen the world, refusing to obey his parents and marry his cousin. As a result, his fiancée became Zhu Er's wife, now Zhu Er's grandmother. Zhu Da had already married a woman fleeing famine, and his parents could no longer help Zhu San's father. With a heavy heart, they divided the family property, taking care of the disabled Zhu San and giving him two mud-brick houses. With

the implementation of the household responsibility system, Zhu San's father received one-tenth of an acre of land and two-tenths of an acre of soil. He couldn't even get enough to eat each year and forgot about marriage altogether.

Fortunately, Zhu Da's begging wife was fertile and gave birth to a village party secretary. When Zhu San's father was only fifty, they gave him a "Five Guarantees" (a government-provided social welfare program for the elderly, disabled, and orphans). Things improved; every year the village would give him a share of the grain they handed over, and the township would occasionally send him a worn-out cotton-padded coat and quilt during the New Year. Zhu San's father felt life was good and never had any other ambitions.

Time flies, and before he knew it, Zhu San's father was sixty-five. Zhu Da's father and Zhu Er's father, who had sons and daughters and should have been enjoying their retirement, had long since passed away, while Zhu San's father, the "Five Guarantees" recipient, was living a more and more comfortable life. Zhu Sandie never expected such a stroke of luck. One day, he went to the township government to ask for year-end gifts. Unexpectedly, the township clerk, Xiao Tian, casually pointed him to a middle-aged man wearing glasses. "Director Liu, aren't you looking for a hero of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea?

There's one still alive here." Director Liu asked him some questions and accompanied him, who was hobbling along, back to his two mud-brick houses. He looked at the original manuscript of the report he gave at the meeting, carefully wrapped in red silk with his Second-Class Merit Medal, and became as excited as a child. "This old hero is still living in such poverty; it's because our work is inadequate." "Not long after, a work team from the township arrived to inquire about Zhu San's difficulties. Zhu San couldn't think of anything at first, only mentioning that his house was leaking and he needed a quilt. The quilt was readily provided, and to Zhu San's surprise, even his two mud-brick houses were renovated into red-brick houses, and a well was dug in the corner. He no longer needed to go down into the valley to fetch water; just a turn of the iron handle and clear well water gushed out.

But the real change in Zhu San's life wasn't these things, but rather the implementation of a policy the township clerk told him about: he could receive 146 yuan a month from the township government. 146 yuan! In previous years, he couldn't even earn that much from selling eggs all year! How many kilograms of salt? How many kilograms of meat could he buy with that? He didn't even dare to dream about it.

When luck came, even a door panel..." Unexpectedly, electricity was finally available in the village, making him the first person in the village to own a television. Oh, and a slightly worn refrigerator too. He bought it himself? Heh heh, our Uncle Zhu isn't that rich yet. It was thanks to that Director Liu who wrote an article specifically for him—no, now it should be Deputy Mayor Liu who helped with poverty alleviation and gave it to us. Did

Confucius ever say something like, "When you're well-fed and clothed, you think of lust"? Now that Uncle Zhu's life is better, he really does crave that kind of thing. At his age, sometimes that thing between his legs gets hard and uncomfortable in the mornings. Before, when he was poor, he could just masturbate a few times and that would be it. If he really needed to, he'd call his little yellow dog "Ahua" over and give it a few strokes, and that would be enough. Anyway, he didn't have enough money

to keep a dog, so he could just kill it at the end of the year and have a happy new year. Hearing that there were women in town who specialized in selling their bodies for money, Uncle Zhu would often hobble towards town with his cane. Whether it was the one-eyed Zhu Guang, who worked as a construction worker, who had tricked him, or whether the women looked down on this old man with a cane, not a single one invited him to bed. His hundred-yuan bill, soaked with sweat and almost faded, remained unused in his underwear.

Today was market day, and the town was packed with people. Old Zhu was excited, pushing his way through the crowd with his cane, hoping that with a bit of luck, his already erect member might accidentally slip into the buttocks of some young woman.

Perhaps he'd been burned too many times, or maybe the young women had all left to work elsewhere; Old Zhu wandered around, only managing to bump into a few greasy or dry-looking elderly women's buttocks, and nothing more. Zhu San Die was somewhat annoyed and was about to dejectedly head back when a not-so-conspicuous sign on the street corner caught his eye. The sign simply read "Youthful and Beautiful," along with several photos of young women, who appeared to be scantily clad. A middle-aged man sitting behind the sign, holding a megaphone, kept shouting, "The second show is about to start! Buy your tickets quickly, ten yuan a ticket! One, one after another! Beautiful young women, passionate performance! Another one! Buy quickly, limited seats, don't miss the opportunity!" What the hell, ten yuan a ticket? The video arcade in town only charges three yuan for a pornographic film. Zhu San Die was very curious. He saw that the man who came out had a flushed face, while the old bachelors who usually wouldn't even spend a pound of meat readily pulled out ten yuan—one or two yuan at a time—and handed it to the shouting man before stuffing it into a thick cloth curtain.

Could it be the kind of thing One-Eyed Zhu Guang had described? Thinking about that matter, Zhu San's old manhood unconsciously twitched a few times under his pants. "

They're willing to part with it, but I'm not?" With a determined look, Zhu San reached into the small pocket he'd sewn into his underwear and pulled out a hundred-yuan bill, casually tossing it to the shouting man.

The man seemed unable to believe his eyes, looking at Zhu San, then at the hundred-yuan bill on the table, then back at Zhu San, then turning it over to look at the bright red bill again. Finally, he carefully gave Zhu San ninety yuan

in change and let him through the curtain. Inside, it was indeed a different world altogether. Outside, the sun shone brightly, but inside, rows of red and green electric lights illuminated the makeshift stage made of wooden planks as if electricity didn't cost anything.

No one paid any attention to Zhu San. The makeshift benches made of long logs beneath the stage were packed with people. Enveloped in the smoke of cheap tobacco and filled with the expectant gazes of bloodshot eyes, the performance officially began. To the deafening, shrill music, like the sound of gunfire at a death knell, four girls of varying builds appeared, kicking and bending over in unison like schoolchildren doing exercises. "

I've been tricked," Zhu Sandie immediately thought, racking his brains for a way to get his hundred yuan back.

Zhu Sandie couldn't come up with a solution, but then the people on stage and the music changed. What? What are these girls wearing? One of the four girls walked onto the stage, her skirt gone. What was she wearing? Through a hazy glimpse, Zhu Sandie saw what appeared to be two pieces of red silk he used to wrap his military medals—one wrapped around her chest, the other around her buttocks—and he could vaguely see black underneath the red.

Uncle Zhu couldn't sit still any longer. He propped himself up with his cane and tried to push his way to the front. Of course, the people in front wouldn't let him pass, and the jostling caused a small commotion. No one here considered him a war hero, nor did they know he knew Deputy Mayor Liu. They only knew that this old man, half-buried in the ground, wanted to squeeze to the front to see a play where no one was wearing clothes.

There are many good people in this world! Unexpectedly, the commotion Uncle Zhu caused was seen by the girl jumping and dancing on the stage. Instead of being angry, she jumped off the stage and walked smilingly towards Uncle Zhu. Now it was the turn of the people in front to be stunned. The girl swayed and helped Uncle Zhu onto the stage.

Uncle Zhu was clearly unprepared; when he got onto the stage, his cane slipped, and he swayed and fell onto the stage. Fortunately, Uncle Zhu was in good health; he smiled shyly and sat down on the stage.

The girl, perhaps frightened by Zhu San's fall, didn't dare pull him away again and resumed her wild dance in the center of the stage to the music.

Wow, that waist was truly impressive, moving like a water snake; those legs were truly impressive—could she kick that high without years of martial arts training? She could even lift them to her shoulders. With each leg-lifting motion behind her head, cheers erupted from the audience.

Zhu San cleared his throat, but ultimately couldn't utter a sound of approval, because his eyes were fixed on a certain part of the girl's body, bound by red silk—specifically, on the two dark red labia slightly parted beneath the red silk when she raised her leg, contracting gently with her breath.

That was a real woman's thing!

Zhu San's eyes stung, and he quickly rubbed them. Indeed, she was completely naked under the red silk.

Then came a chop, a Thomas spin on the ground. The girl seemed to understand the audience's desires, always changing her pose just when they wanted a better view. This caused the audience to applaud wildly whenever pubic hair was exposed, as if the applause would move her to strip naked and jump into their arms.

The music changed, and the girl blew a kiss and left the stage, not forgetting to give Zhu San's father a sly smile as she went.

Zhu San's father snapped out of his daze, tried to stand up, but seeing the next act, he sat back down.

This time, a slightly older girl, much fuller-figured, came on stage. Like the previous girl, she wore nothing but two pieces of gauze. She wore a black veil, so thin it seemed unable to support her heavy breasts. With a slight jump, the veil slipped down to her waist, revealing most of her white buttocks. When she bent over, Zhu Sandie could even see the clitoris nestled between her plump, rosy labia majora, like two white jade millstones.

The cheers and shouts from below grew louder, and the plump girl on stage performed with even more fervor. Sometimes she would lift the veil like a harlot and touch her tender flesh between her legs; other times she would crawl across the stage like a female dog, her large, slender buttocks rising and falling with each thrust.

At that moment, Zhu San Die had a hallucination. He mistook the protruding buttocks for his wife, Ahua. His trembling hands grabbed the plump buttocks, and he tried to shove his already hard, stick-like penis into the crevice.

A scream startled Zhu San Die from his hallucination, ending his ten-yuan show time. Two men dragged him out of the shed.

Although he didn't get what he wanted, Zhu San Die's penis had truly touched a woman's vulva for the first time, and a young woman's vulva at that. On the way home, Zhu San Die kept regretting it. If he had used more force, he might have actually enjoyed the taste of a woman. That buttocks were so slippery, and that warm crevice felt so good.

"Ahua, Ahua!" Before even entering the house, Zhu San Die called out loudly to his yellow dog, whose name was always Ahua.

"That damn slut went out to find a stray dog the day I wasn't home," Zhu Sandie cursed fiercely, unzipping his pants and trying to use his left hand to help his little brother between his legs.

"Two ancient poems, Spring Dawn, Spring sleep is unaware of dawn, everywhere I hear...hear...hear the birds singing, last night...last night...last night...the barking of dogs, scaring people running away." He'd recited "Spring Dawn" hundreds of times but still couldn't memorize it—only Xibao

, the idiot from Zhu Wangfa's family in Ao Village, could. Zhu Wangfa was also a man of misfortune. His parents were cousins who married, and he himself was a relative by marriage, marrying his cousin. They had a daughter, Xibao, who was twelve years old and only in first grade, still unable to recite a single poem. His son was even worse; he was a meter tall when lifted, but only a foot long when put down—a paralyzed child. The couple, in a moment of desperation, both went out to work, leaving the two elderly people at home to raise their two children, one mentally challenged and the other paralyzed.

"Xibao, school's out," Zhu Sandie appeared at the door just in time.

"Hello, Third Uncle." Silly Xi Bao was quite polite.

"Good, good. Good girl Xi Bao. Xi Bao learned a lot at school today. Come in, Third Uncle will reward you with candy." "Okay." Hearing about the candy, Xi Bao skipped and hopped into Third Uncle Zhu's room.

Third Uncle Zhu wasn't lying; he kept the candy he gave her every year. He turned around and took out a handful of colorful fruit candies from the cabinet.

"Candy, candy!" Xi Bao's eyes lit up when she saw the candy, and she pounced on it to grab it.

Although Third Uncle Zhu had a broken leg, he was still quite agile. He turned around and sat on the edge of the wooden bed frame. "If you want candy, go close the door and sit here, otherwise someone will come and take it from you." Silly Xi Bao quickly closed the door and even bolted it shut so that other children wouldn't take her candy.

Silly Xi Bao, though simple-minded, grew quite fast, like corn in a field. Her grandmother's old clothes, now made from floral fabric, only reached above her navel, making her developing breasts sway like two little white rabbits in front of Zhu San Die.

Zhu San Die's mind flashed back to the plump, white breasts he'd seen that morning in town under the black veil, and his old manhood subtly stirred.

"Close the door, San Die, give me candy."

"Good Xi Bao, come sit here with San Die, San Die will peel some candy for you." "Ouch!" Although Xi Bao looked fourteen or fifteen, her intelligence was probably that of a four or five-year-old. Hearing Zhu San Die's words, she jumped up and sat firmly on his erect penis. No wonder Zhu San Die couldn't help but groan.

"Wow, Third Uncle, your penis is so swollen!" Startled by Third Uncle Zhu's cry of pain, Xi Bao jumped off the bed and exclaimed in astonishment when she saw him pull out his swollen, red penis.

It's no wonder Xi Bao was shocked; she'd only ever seen her paralyzed brother's thick, straw-like penis used for peeing. Besides, Third Uncle Zhu's penis had actually been twisted from her sudden sitting on it, the glans was red and swollen.

Third Uncle Zhu was in pain and itchy, and seeing Xi Bao's expression, he didn't know what to say.

"Third Uncle, does it hurt? I'll spit on it and it'll feel better. When I get bitten by mosquitoes, my grandma always spits on it and rubs it with her hand." Silly Xi Bao wasn't stupid, but she actually spat twice into her palm and gently touched Third Uncle Zhu's swollen, egg-sized glans.

The smooth, slippery palm of the little girl, lubricated by her saliva, gave Third Uncle Zhu's penis a feeling he'd never experienced before.

Now it wasn't the pain anymore, it was the itching, an unbearable itch. Zhu Sandie gritted his teeth, but he still couldn't stop the itch that shot from the tip of his penis all the way to his brain. Zhu Sandie finally couldn't hold back any longer and pulled silly Xibao into his arms. His right hand, calloused from years of use on his cane, unhesitatingly slipped into Xibao's slightly short floral t-shirt. It

was much firmer than that yellow dog Ahua's breasts, warm and soft, with a small nipple sliding here and there.

"Third Uncle, what are you doing?" This sudden attack startled Xibao, who quickly broke free and questioned him.

"Oh, help! Third Uncle is going to die! No one will give Xibao candy anymore! Xibao, save Third Uncle!" Zhu Sandie was startled by Xibao's question, but he quickly recovered and started rolling around on the bed, moaning as he rolled.

"Third Uncle, Third Uncle, you can't die! Xibao, go call Grandma!" Now it was Xibao's turn to cry.

Calling her grandma would be terrible! Upon hearing this, Third Uncle Zhu jumped up again. "Xibao, be good. You don't need to call your grandma. You can save me yourself." "Okay, Xibao will save Third Uncle." "

Good Xibao, Third Uncle got bitten by a very poisonous mosquito on his penis. If Xibao sucks the poison out with her mouth, Third Uncle won't die." "But... penises are for peeing! That's dirty!"

"Good girl, Xi Bao, if you save Third Uncle, all these candies are yours, and Third Uncle will even buy you new clothes." Xi Bao hadn't worn new clothes in years, and hearing about new clothes made her eyes light up again. She hesitated for a moment before stepping forward.

Seeing that Xi Bao was tempted, Third Uncle Zhu quickly peeled a piece of candy and smeared it on his glans, saying to Xi Bao, "Third Uncle's penis is sweet; you'll know once you taste it." The allure of new clothes was too great. Hearing that it was sweet, Xi Bao lowered her head and quickly licked Third Uncle Zhu's glans with the tip of her tongue.

Eh, it really was sweet. Xi Bao was relieved and opened her mouth, swallowing Third Uncle Zhu's entire glans in one gulp.

Xi Bao's thick lips enveloped Zhu San Die's glans so tightly, as if she wanted to swallow it whole. Meanwhile, Xi Bao's teeth would intentionally or unintentionally scrape against Zhu San Die's sprained coronal sulcus, causing him both pain and itching, making him gasp for air.

This time, Xi Bao didn't object, and Zhu San Die's hands smoothly grasped one of Xi Bao's breasts.

They resembled ripe persimmons, or two boiled potatoes. Zhu San Die touched Xi Bao's two underdeveloped breasts, thinking of the best comparisons he could make.

To better help Zhu San Die suck out the poison from his penis, Xi Bao had to bend over and suckle hard on his penis with both hands.

As Xi Bao changed positions, Zhu San Die's eyes involuntarily slid down to Xi Bao's bare lower back. Beneath the waistband, a contrasting shade of white, tender flesh—the very opposite of the dark skin around her waist—was revealed. A light brown cleft opened

and closed with the movement of Xi Bao's head. Zhu San Die's mind flashed back to the image of that plump, white buttocks, the black veil undulating, and the fleshy vulva beneath. His hands, which had been rolling across Xi Bao's chest, swiftly scooped her up, and Xi Bao's body collapsed completely onto his bed.

Before Xi Bao could even react, Zhu San Die had pulled her pants down to her knees and pushed her clothes up to her neck. Instantly, a black and white body, exuding a distinctly feminine scent, was revealed beneath Zhu San Die.

Although not fully developed, Xi Bao's breasts were already quite large, resembling the five-cent steamed buns sold at the town's dumpling shop. Her two nipples, the size of purple grapes, looked more like two red bean paste dots on the buns. Below her dark waist was an unusual, deathly pale area, with a few sparse, slightly yellowish pubic hairs. Beneath these hairs were two slightly darker lunulae, and between them, a bright red clitoris. Following the clitoris was a light brown line, like a careless leatherworker using the wrong thread.

While not as voluptuous as the women in black veils on stage, Xi Bao had undeniably grown into a woman.

Zhu San's throat was a little dry, and before Xi Bao could even sit up, he pounced on her like a starving tiger.

Although Xi Bao's thing was right between her legs, Zhu San Die's swollen, egg-shaped glans kept bumping around between her legs, unable to find its way home.

"Third Uncle, Third Uncle, what are you doing?" Xi Bao cried out in panic, kicking her legs wildly and scratching at Zhu San Die's back with her hands.

Zhu San Die was already annoyed that his penis couldn't find Xi Bao's vaginal opening. Sometimes, it would manage to slip in a little, but Xi Bao would struggle and it would slip out again. He was extremely frustrated.

"Let me go, Third Uncle, or I'll tell Grandma. Grandma, help me!" Zhu San Die had lost all reason at this point. Hearing Xi Bao's cry, he grabbed the iron cane beside the bed and smashed it hard on Xi Bao's forehead with a "crack."

He was in! Finally in! Zhu San Die leaned back and then suddenly pressed down, the thin barrier crumbling under his engorged penis. A gush of warm liquid spurted out with his stimulation, while Xi Bao's already tightly closed vagina contracted violently as if electrocuted, twisting and pulling his root-like penis deep into her flesh like wringing clothes. "

Ah, so good! No wonder men don't want to get married. This is much tighter and warmer than that dirty thing of Huang Gou A Hua's!" Zhu San Die exclaimed, momentarily forgetting what he was doing, only knowing to thrust in and out forcefully, again and again. "

Huh, why isn't that wringing-clothes-like contraction feeling gone? Why is Xi Bao's vagina so loose like A Hua's? And there's no more hot water like bathwater on my glans. Could it be that Xi Bao is eating while I'm having sex with her, like A Hua?"

Thinking this, Zhu San's father raised his head. He should have looked, for what he saw horrified him. A pool of red blood and white brain matter was gurgling down Xi Bao's forehead and face.

Zhu San's father's penis, which had been as hard as a club, immediately went limp as if it had fallen into an ice cave. He rolled over, sat up, and tremblingly reached under Xi Bao's nose to check—she was dead. "

What sins did I commit in my past life? I've never touched a woman my whole life, and the first time I did, I killed a young girl." Zhu San's father slumped onto the bed, letting time tick by.

The pale moonlight streamed through the window, coldly illuminating the cold, lifeless woman on the bed and the man who looked no different from a corpse.

Medals, Mayor Liu, black veil, a protruding buttock, Xi Bao's grandmother. Zhu San's father's mind raced through a montage of seemingly connected yet unrelated people and events.

As night deepened, Grandma Xibao's sorrowful cries, "Xibao, where are you? Come home quickly!" and "Silly Xibao, come home for dinner! Grandma won't hit you!" no longer echoed in the night air. Uncle Zhu got up, without his cane, and staggered to the well that Vice Mayor Liu had ordered to be dug. He filled a basin with water and then staggered to the bedside.

Uncle Zhu, like a loving father, gently scooped up the water and washed the bloodstains from Xibao's forehead. By the time Uncle Zhu had poured out the tenth basin of water, Xibao was lying on Uncle Zhu's bed like a newborn baby. Her skin was no longer as dark as before; her fair face looked quite pretty.

Uncle Zhu seemed very satisfied with his work. He wiped away the copious amount of urine that Xibao had gushed between her legs with a towel one last time, then stripped himself naked and lay down beside Xibao. He seemed intent on making Xibao lie face down on the bed with her buttocks raised, but several attempts failed. Zhu San Die reluctantly moved his crippled leg and climbed onto Xibao, extending two fingers to forcefully pry open her already cold labia majora. Then he placed his penis, which he couldn't get hard no matter how much he rubbed it, between her labia.

The fire in the stove quickly ignited on the firewood Zhu San Die had specially piled up. In the red glow of the fire, Zhu San Die smiled sweetly in his sleep. He dreamed of the woman in the black veil crawling towards him with her fat, slender buttocks raised… [The End]

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