Seeking Water in a Soul-Stirring Mountain Village

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These past

few days, Village Chief Li has been frantic, scratching his head in desperation! Digging a well again! During
a meeting , Township Party Secretary Liu Zhonghua and Township Head Guo Pu issued a strict order: No one and no livestock in Luozhehei Township should
die of thirst! To assist in drought relief and defeat this once-in-a-century drought, the county assigned a work team from the province
to be stationed in Chushuigou Village, the most severely affected area in the county.
It was decided to dig a well in the village to completely solve the drinking water problem for the people and livestock. Village Chief Li was tasked with cooperating and helping to find a possible water source.

Digging a well? It's not like they haven't done it before. Many cadres in the county and township understand this
, and most of the older people in Chushuigou Village know that digging a well in Chushuigou Village is like a man
trying to conceive —all the effort and sweat, but the result is the same: a wasted effort!
Digging another well this time? Isn't this deliberately sabotaging the provincial work team? Whatever! Who cares about such trivial matters? Besides,
the village is usually quiet and deserted; it's good to have some noise and chatter occasionally.

Chushuigou is the most remote Degu Village Committee in Luozhehei Township, Gaoyuan County, a typical Yi ethnic village. The entire village
has only about thirty households and a hundred people. It's more than sixty kilometers from the village committee,
more than thirty kilometers from the township government, and nobody has calculated how far it is from Gaoyuan County. Luozhehei Township is more than a hundred kilometers from the county seat!
Few people in Chushuigou have ever been to the county seat; they don't need to worry about such troublesome matters.

However, Chushuigou Village is famous far and wide, even though it's high in the mountains. Chushuigou's fame doesn't stem from its remote
location　　　　 or outstanding scenery, but from its water scarcity—a scarcity that has plagued it for generations.

The water scarcity in Chushuigou dates back to a very, very long time ago. The village elders say that water used to flow from a pipe beneath the village
, but it gradually decreased, and in the last twenty years, the water source has completely dried up. Some say
that because of the water shortage, the older generation named the village "Watery Ditch." Others say no,
the village used to have a water source, otherwise why would it be called "Water Ditch"? Neither explanation can be verified, so
people often argue fiercely about it under the old evergreen tree at the village entrance, resorting to insults and profanities, but ultimately neither side can convince
the other. Even the village head and team leader from a few years ago couldn't find a definitive answer. This dispute will never
end, and in fact, it doesn't need to end.

Some say that the ditch used to have water, but one day, an unruly woman, while
fetching water from the well at the bottom of the ditch, couldn't hold her bladder any longer. Seeing no one around, she pulled down her pants and
urinated , exposing her bare, white buttocks to the water, thus offending the Water Dragon King. From then on, the water stopped flowing. For this, the village punished the woman and her family, making them slaughter a large castrated sheep to apologize to the Dragon King

on the second day of the Lunar New Year the following year. The woman, who had broken the taboo , was forced to kneel before the well for an entire day without eating or drinking. Furthermore, the entire village, young and old, was required to kneel and kowtow to the Water Dragon King, offering incense, wine, and meat, begging for forgiveness, before they could eat themselves. Of course, women were forbidden from was a rule passed down through generations that women were unclean and a source of trouble. Regardless of age, no one was allowed to participate in the dragon worship, and therefore, the eating and drinking.　　　　　All of this is an old saying, from which dynasty or era it's said, and whether it's true or not is unknown, but generation after generation has said it. Whenever water is mentioned, everyone curses that shameless woman who dared to urinate before the Dragon King, exposing her white buttocks. This is understandable; without water, people always need an explanation , a reason for their anger, and someone to vent their frustrations on. Fortunately, no one knows whose ancestors that shameless woman was, otherwise, it would be terrible—she would not only shame their ancestors but also bring shame and misery upon their descendants! These stories have been passed down in the village from generation to generation, and the village has suffered from thirst generation after generation. But the people of the ditch have endured the thirst, generation after generation, living on, enduring the dryness. Not a single household has moved away; they have simply endured the thirst, generation after generation guarding their parched homes, raising children, and surviving the year. Without water, people still need to live, chickens and pigs still need to be raised, cattle and sheep still need to be raised, just in smaller numbers. Thus , the villagers of Chushuigou had to fetch water from a distant mountain pass. 　　Initially, it was over ten kilometers, then over twenty. Later, the mountain valleys dried up, and the surrounding villages and hamlets suffered from water shortages　　　　 , requiring them to travel over thirty kilometers to find water. In a deep ravine over thirty kilometers from Chushuigou village, a clear stream of water, about the size of a small teacup, flowed halfway . 　　It was the lifeblood of the villagers. This was truly a ravine! If only this water flowed within Chushuigou village, how wonderful, how nourishing, how blissful! It would be more pleasurable than the first time you make love to your new wife on your wedding night, when your penis plunges into her vagina with a "pop" sound!　　　　 Imagine, a stream flowing through the village day and night. Besides being able to eat to your heart's content, wash clothes and bedding to your heart's content, and raise countless chickens, pigs, cattle, and sheep, the best part is being able to bathe every day, washing your sweaty body until you're spotless, and then having your dirty wife at home bathe just as thoroughly. After a day's work, after dinner, you lie in bed early, embracing a clean, smooth woman's body. One hand kneads her breasts, two fingers gently tugging at her erect nipples, while the other hand traces along her buttocks to find the sparse pubic hair-covered vulva. Your index and ring fingers carefully part the slightly moist labia majora, your index and middle fingers alternating knuckles gently inserting into the tight, moist opening, moving back and forth to widen the diameter of the opening. How could that not be incredibly pleasurable! 　　But all of this is just a dream! Every morning during the dry winter, spring, and summer seasons, the people of Chushuigou Village must carry cornbread or buckwheat cakes, and on their backs, special wooden buckets, about waist-high and with lids, they make a two-day journey along a mountain path more than 30 kilometers away to fetch water. In Chushuigou Village, fetching water isn't just a men's job. Because of the high mountains and long roads, and because a bucket of water lasts for two days , no men or women from Chushuigou Village go out to work. This is because all strong young men and women must carry water and work in the fields. Furthermore, they are not used to it; their ancestors have always been accustomed to living in the mountains, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. In addition, the village is predominantly inhabited by the Yi ethnic group, and people over twenty years old are generally...

None of them had ever been to school. In previous years, when the government conducted literacy inspections, they cheated by hiring others to take the exams for them. They couldn't
speak Mandarin, so they didn't dare to go out.

Because of the lack of water, Chushuigou Village didn't grow rice.
For

generations, they only grew corn, buckwheat, and other vegetables like melons and beans. Of course, all of this depended on the rain. Anyway, life went on
like In previous years, they relied on hunting to sell some money to buy clothes for the New Year. In recent years, hunting has been banned, and guns have been confiscated.
Their main source of income is from finding wild vegetables like mushrooms and wood ear fungus to exchange for money. Most of their clothing comes from
the batches of secondhand clothes sent by the civil affairs department every year. Although the styles vary and the clothes are of different ages, many of the women's
clothes are very trendy and revealing, making it
impossible for the women in the mountain village, whose breasts are already quite large, to wear them.

Young men and women, one by one, carried tall, large wooden buckets to the water-collecting point, filled them to
the brim , and then, one by one, stuffed themselves until they were completely full before
carefully hoisting their buckets and making their way back.

The return journey was arduous yet exhilarating. The mountain path was difficult to traverse, and more importantly, water was precious; they feared
spilling water on the way back and not being able to return home with a full bucket. The excitement stemmed from carrying back water, which meant saving their families'
lives!

Of course, the men and women carrying water also had their own moments of joy: once a
week according to the custom of men on top and women on the bottom, strip naked and wash thoroughly in the ditch below the water-collecting point.
In Chushuigou Village, water was the most precious commodity. The men and women painstakingly carried the water home, storing it
in water tanks dug from thick wooden troughs, and using it sparingly, drop by drop.

The people of Chushuigou were extremely particular and particular about their water usage. Water was exceptionally precious in the village. Men from other villages
would jokingly say, "People from Chushuigou value water more than anything else; they'd rather lend a wife than
a bowl of water."

And it was true. In Chushuigou, the "better to lend a wife than a bowl of water" joke was just that—a
joke . People would lend rice, flour, or meat, but never water. When
guests came, they rarely drank water, only alcohol. Chushuigou didn't produce water; water was rarer than alcohol. Aside from
needing , only young women in Chushuigou could occasionally use water to wash their faces; others generally
didn't wash their faces. A ladle of water was usually used first to wash vegetables, then dishes and pots, and finally to feed pigs and chickens—not a drop
was wasted. To conserve water, villagers wouldn't wash vegetables that could be peeled,
wouldn't , and clothes and bedding were only thoroughly washed once a year during the rainy season. The scarcity of water left the village's elderly and children
with dull, ashen complexions, even their eyes losing their luster.

Chushuigou, nestled in high mountains and dense forests, despite its lack of water, surprisingly produced talented individuals who
were exceptionally clean and beautiful. Although they appeared unkempt most of the time, every spring, summer, and autumn,
the entire village would gather at the mountain stream to wash themselves thoroughly. The men would
then become tall, handsome, and strikingly beautiful, attracting the attention of young women and even the most promiscuous women. The women
, especially the girls, were even more stunning; after being washed in the clear water, they were all breathtaking beauties.

During the spring, summer, and autumn bathing seasons, the people of Chushuigou experienced moments of pure bliss. First, they all
came out in droves, bringing out pots, pans, and any other containers they could find
to fill with water, filling them in the ravines above. Then, they joyfully ran down the ravines, following the custom of men on top and women on the bottom, entering different
ravines consciously dividing themselves into two tribes, men and women, standing in the deep pools within the ravines to fully enjoy
nature's bounty.

Everyone was in high spirits. The upper ravines were the men's tribe, from old men to naked children, a sea of naked
bodies; the lower ravines were the women's kingdom, from grandmothers to toddlers, a sea of white-skinned women.
This bathing was undoubtedly the happiest moment for the people of the ravines. In different ravines, the men, naked
, rubbed each other's backs, laughed and joked, telling their most delightful dirty jokes, even comparing sizes and lengths,
teasing and joking until their faces were flushed and their penises were erect like tree stumps; especially the
unmarried young men, who were so shy they could only squat down or cover their genitals with their hands.

The women were no exception. The married women, all naked, displayed their
large or small breasts, their buttocks sticking out, laughing and joking, happily spouting
vulgarities that the young women could only vaguely understand, yet which made their faces flush and their hearts race. The elders, though laughing and cursing the men and
women being shameless and without conscience, were actually grinning from ear to ear, their toothless mouths agape.

Undoubtedly, the happiest of the day were the young women. They generally avoided the women 's foul mouths
and dared not strip naked, instead wearing their own hand-sewn
undergarments, whispering secrets, eyeing each other's subtly changing bodies, and
helping each other rub their backs.

Of course, the women's vaguely understood vulgarities and obscene remarks would occasionally drift over, making the young women
blush and feel embarrassed. It wasn't that they hadn't heard of it; in fact, it happened several times every year, with the
same things said every year. They were tired of hearing these vulgar and offensive words. But they were still young women,
a group of wild girls who had never been to the battlefield or carried guns. Yet, they were more excited than anyone else about this bath.
Girls in the mountains develop early, and after the bath, each of them was fresh and radiant. They all had slender waists, long, thin
legs, and a pair of small, high breasts. Their previously dark faces
were now rosy, and their once straw-like hair was now shiny and black. Each of them had a slender, graceful figure, snow-white and moist skin,
and firm, high breasts. The bright red nipples on top looked like two tempting strawberries. Their delicate,
watery made them look like legendary fairies.

Strangely enough, while people in other places are afraid to bathe in cold water, especially in spring when the water in the deep ditches is cold and they say it will cause them to catch a cold,
the men, women, and children of Chushuigou Village are different. After washing in the cold water, they all feel refreshed and free from illness. This
is understandable, as Chushuigou is short of water; bathing days are their festival, their most joyous celebration, akin to
the New Year for the villagers. To prepare for the auspicious day of bathing at the end of each quarter, the villagers, thoroughly cleaned, will...
Every household slaughters chickens and cooks meat as offerings to the Dragon King, praying for the ditch to overflow with water soon. On this day, they also worship the heavens, praying
for rain so they can plant corn and beans, ensuring they have enough to eat the following year.

Married men and women, of course, wouldn't miss the opportunity to
engage in sexual activity after their cleansing; the feeling of doing so with clean bodies is vastly different from when they're dirty. Young couples of childbearing age
will also take advantage of this time to conceive, hoping for clean and healthy children.

Even more extravagantly, on this night, the village elders and unmarried young men and women will spontaneously
leave their homes and gather at the village's threshing ground to sing songs and dance.

Because on this night, from every house, one can hear the heavy breathing of men and the joyful meows and barking of women
; the mountain people not only have no taboos about this, but they also compete with each other in this regard.

Aliqubi's door was wide open. His wife, barely twenty, lay there. In the dim light of the night,
her naked body was as smooth as silk, her breasts surprisingly full and round, radiating a deadly allure. She pressed herself tightly
against him, her firm breasts pressed against his chest. This position caused Aliqubi's penis to swell intensely,
not just hard, but practically bursting with lust. He knew he was burning with desire.

The woman pressed down on the man, kissing him repeatedly, her lips then pressing against his broad chest. She
licked , her right hand sliding down his body, both hands grasping his magnificent penis,
stroking it up and down, making it even harder. Good heavens! Looking at the seductive look on her face as she caressed him, he almost
couldn't control himself and ejaculated. His hand slid down her back, lifted her up, and then slowly sank in,
penetrating her body inch by inch into her softest spot. Her tense body
couldn't relax, seemingly resisting the intrusion, yet also as if he were bringing something in and taking something away.

The woman's plump, white buttocks endured wave after wave of the man's thrusts, leaving her no room to resist .
Her inner thighs were already soaked, and she felt waves of indescribable, strange pleasure washing over her entire body. This
pleasure made her feel like she was about to explode; her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and she let out a
low moan from her red lips. The man's enormous member
continued swaying wildly. One hand gripped her waist tightly, while the other
caressed and pressed between her waist, buttocks, thighs, and calves. Only when she reached orgasm after orgasm, until her uterus and
clitoris were contracting intensely, did he ejaculate hot fluid, which shot deep into her vagina and landed on her warm
flower field...

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