"Springtime is Beautiful" Episodes 1-5 Author: Roaring Dragon (Old Fool)

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"Springtime is Beautiful"

Author: Dragon Roaring (Old Fool)
Publisher: Hetu Culture Co., Ltd.

Synopsis:

A young man from the countryside receives a secret martial arts manual and learns kung fu. While protecting a young woman who is about to be raped, he develops sexual desires, which become uncontrollable. The pleasure of playing with women strengthens his ambition to become a superior person. He wants to enjoy a life with multiple wives and concubines like ancient emperors. To achieve this goal, he resolves to become more powerful and wealthy…

Volumes 1-8 are authored by "Dragon Roaring," and from volume 9 onwards by "Old Fool."

【Volume 1】Synopsis:

Rural boy Xu Zixing, through a chance act of kindness, unexpectedly receives a secret teaching from an old lama, transforming him from an ordinary boy into something extraordinary. After the sudden death of his parents, the impoverished boy immerses himself in martial arts practice, detached from worldly affairs, leading a carefree and leisurely life. But when Xu Zixing, showing kindness again, saves a beautiful young woman from being raped, the door to evil desires within him is opened... He wants to be superior to others, he wants to possess the most beautiful woman! Will Xu Zixing's path to success be as smooth as he plans?

[Episode 1] Chapter 1: Chunshui Village, Chunshui Town

I live in Chunshui Village, Chunshui Town, and I'm a well-known strong young man. Once, a few local thugs caused trouble at my ninth uncle's house. My uncle's wife, Xu Yufeng, rushed to my house to find me. Without a word, I followed them. One against several, fists against daggers, I quickly beat them to a pulp, sending them fleeing in shame and anger.

From then on, everyone knew that the young Xu was a skilled fighter. Those thugs would avoid me like mice before a cat, keeping their distance. If they couldn't avoid me, they would greet me warmly, calling me "Brother Xu." I couldn't be too harsh, so I nodded, giving them face.

My maternal grandmother's family lived in the same village as mine, just a few hundred meters apart, one at the east end and the other at the west. My parents died in an earthquake, and I should have died too, but I was lucky; the qigong I had learned saved me. I was already a teenager then.

My ninth uncle was from the same village. His parents died when he was seven. My maternal grandmother had no sons, so she adopted him as her own son, even closer than her own. He was a very filial son. After graduating from high school, he went out to work. Back then in the village, graduating from high school was a big deal; it meant you were a top scholar. If you could get into university, it would bring honor to your ancestors. But he didn't take the exam; he wanted to go out to work, which infuriated my grandfather. Later, he earned some money and brought home a wife who was extremely beautiful and kind. She was highly respected in the whole village.

He bought a tractor; at the time, you couldn't find one like it in the entire town. He used it to do transportation for others, and within a few years, he became one of the wealthiest families in the village. He built a large, spacious, and bright brick house and brought his grandparents to live with him.

His ninth uncle's wife, Yufeng, didn't do any housework;

she stayed home to take care of the two elderly people. They also had a daughter who attended the town's central primary school. She was very beautiful, just like Yufeng, and I called her "sister." From a young age, I dreamed of marrying her. After my family's accident, Yufeng wanted to take me to live with her, and I was tempted. Living with such a beautiful woman would be incredibly blissful. But my uncle wouldn't agree, saying I should live on my own. I hated him then, but as I read more, I began to understand his intentions. Back then, he talked about being entrusted with a great responsibility, which confused me, but now I know what he meant.

I'm doing quite well now. I have two acres of land, which belong to my ninth uncle. His family doesn't need to farm anymore; they buy food with money. They have a cow, five sheep, and a small mud house. They live a comfortable life. In spring, they plant corn and rice, and in autumn, they plant wheat. That's enough for me. Plus, I grow various vegetables in my garden, so it's a self-sufficient small-scale farming life.

I only completed third grade. My parents died, and no one helped pay my tuition, so I had to skip school. But I always got first place in my class, probably because of the qigong I practiced. After returning home, my interest in reading increased significantly, much more so than when I was in school. There's a saying: "You only realize the value of something when you lose it!" I understand that saying quite well.

Originally, I didn't really like studying. I just followed the teacher's instructions, paying attention in class and doing homework after class. I didn't put in much effort, and I wasn't as diligent as the teachers described in their letters to my parents. Somehow, I always got first place. Maybe I was really smart? I think it's more related to my qigong.

Speaking of the qigong I practice, it has a rather mysterious air about it. It was a winter afternoon, snowing heavily. The snowflakes were as big as eyes, and the fields were a vast expanse of white, reminding me of a phrase from my elementary school textbook: a silver world. The snow was so thick it covered my ankles, a rare sight in our village.

My dad was working as a farmhand at my uncle's house, helping to drive the car. My uncle had many tractors, but only this one car. One morning, he drank a couple of sips of strong liquor and excitedly set off to deliver goods to town.

I think his excitement was probably related to what they'd been up to the night before. Anyway, my mom was beaming. My reasoning skills are quite remarkable; the top student in my class loves to talk about these kinds of dirty things. As soon as class is over, they gather in a group to listen to him. I absorb information quickly, and by comparing it to his descriptions, I could roughly guess what they'd done the night before.

However, he got so excited that he forgot about the car's snow chains. Last night, I was told there was a kind of lure, so I took it out and applied some oil.

Seeing the snow falling heavier and heavier, I had no choice but to put on everything I could wear, grab my old chain, and head towards town. Actually, the town isn't too far from our village, only about thirty li (approximately 15 kilometers), which usually takes almost an hour and a half to walk. But with the snow, the road wasn't so easy to walk. I'm small, my steps are small, and I couldn't go fast. At first, as soon as I put my strength into it, I would tumble. After falling twice, I didn't dare anymore and just walked obediently.

The snow got heavier and heavier, and the wind picked up, blowing snowflakes everywhere, trying to get into my collar, instantly melting into water that flowed down my neck. The feeling was so bad I wanted to grab the sky and punch it. It also stung my eyes, making it impossible to open them, let alone appreciate the snow scenery. I had no leisure for that.

I squinted and noticed the left path was easier, so I ignored my mother's instructions to take the right and went to the left. As I walked, I got a little tipsy and suddenly tripped over something, making a big crater in the road. My face was covered in snow, like a taro dipped in sugar before eating. I felt like that sugar-coated taro.

I was furious and immediately got up, wanting to find the culprit. Even if it was a rock, I'd move it

. But when I turned around, it wasn't a rock, it was a person. I went over and saw a bald old man lying there, completely covered in snow. I touched his hands; they were ice-cold, as was his face. I thought, "Is he dead?" Oh, how pitiful, so old. His son must have been unfilial, letting him freeze to death.

Suddenly, I remembered what my teacher taught me, and I felt his heart. Haha, it was still beating! Looks like he wasn't dead. My resolve to go to town wavered, I thought. Anyway, Dad's fine; he might not be back tonight at most. My ninth uncle has an office there. Saving him

is the priority; who knows, we might be able to save this poor old man. So, I took off two pieces of my clothes and draped them over him. I ran a few steps to warm myself up, then carried him on my back. Luckily, he was thin and small, not heavy, about the same weight as my family's little wolfhound.

But after walking less than a mile, I started to struggle. Although he wasn't heavy at first, he got heavier and heavier over time, eventually as heavy as my dad, and then as heavy as my dad's car.

I collapsed, panting heavily, my breath hot enough to melt snow. The bald old man was still half-dead. I touched his heart again. Hmm, still alive. It seems this old man is quite resilient. What should I do?

I couldn't carry him on my back anymore. How could I get him back? I squatted there thinking, my hands almost frozen, before I finally came up with a solution. Looking back now, I was quite foolish, and yet others praised me for being clever! I went to a nearby hillside and gathered a bunch of branches, tied them together with vines, and made a snow mast. After finishing, my hands were indeed frozen stiff. Digging through the snow to find branches and tying the snow mast—how could they not be frozen? I really regretted not bringing Little Wolf; otherwise, I wouldn't have had to be a dog pulling the snow mast myself.

This time it was much better; I could even ski downhill. I finally got home in the evening. My mom was cooking and waiting for us. When she saw me dragging a bald old man home, she looked surprised and asked, "Zixing, what are you doing bringing a monk back?"

That's when I realized I'd rescued a monk, not some orphan. I felt a surge of anger, as if she'd lied to me, but my curiosity quickly took over. So this is what a monk looks like! I'd heard of monks before but never seen one. Tomorrow I'd definitely show off and make that big shot envious.

My mom added snow to the hot water she'd boiled and soaked the old man in it. When I asked her why, she said people who are freezing shouldn't be soaked in hot water, only warm water. As for why, she wouldn't explain, saying things like "I wouldn't understand anyway." I figured she probably didn't understand either, so I let it go. I understand the basic common sense of saving face for others, even if she's my mom.

Later, the bald old monk woke up, only saying "Thank you, young benefactor" before acting as if nothing had happened. I wasn't very happy; I should at least have been extremely grateful, since I had saved his life! Later, my dad told me that monks don't take life and death so seriously, which confused me even more. Wasn't he human? Otherwise, how could he not care about life and death? I felt the bald old monk was a strange person.

Later, my dad corrected my way of addressing him, saying I couldn't call him "bald old monk" because monks are all bald. My mom scolded us both and corrected my way of addressing him again, saying I should call him "Master." She even specified the gestures for addressing him: stand up straight, lower your eyes slightly, put your hands together, say "Amitabha" first, and then say "Master." She forced me to practice this gesture more than ten times.

Later, the old monk laughed and said my movement was perfect, but I used it in the wrong place because he wasn't a monk, he was a Tibetan lama. I didn't understand the details of Tibetan Buddhism; I only knew my mother had given me a hard time, and in the end, she still got it wrong.

The old monk recovered after two days and wanted to stay in our woodshed for a while. That old monk was indeed a strange person; his eyes sometimes shone, which was quite frightening. Then one day, I saw him catch a wolf cub. The strangest thing was that his hand didn't touch the cub; it was just inches away. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the cub was thrown far away, rolled over, got up, and was unharmed. It was amazing! So I decided to learn this move from him. If I learned it, that arrogant bastard wouldn't be able to act so arrogantly anymore. I wanted to throw him away like I threw the wolf cub.

I thought it would take a lot of effort, but to my surprise, he readily agreed as soon as I mentioned it, which disappointed me. I thought he would make things difficult for me; this was too easy, not exciting enough.

But after learning from him, I realized I'd been tricked. It was so boring. I had to learn to chant mantras from him, speaking in a language that wasn't Chinese, and also learn hand mudras. It was a tough job; those various hand mudras were really hard to memorize. I was quite impressed with myself for being so clever as to remember them.

Before leaving, I asked a crucial question: could I get married? He laughed heartily and said, "The more the better, using the Joyful Dharma!"

Only then did I finally put my mind at ease after worrying for several days.

Because he gave me initiation, the practice was very interesting. Sometimes I would stay up all night, practicing in certain special postures, and the next day I would be even more energetic. My parents didn't know this; they only knew I was smarter.

I always called that practice Qigong, and I wouldn't listen to the old lama's corrections. The name was simple and clear.

On the night of the earthquake, I was still practicing, but I thought it was an illusion and ignored it. I never expected it to be a real earthquake! As a result, my parents and I were buried in the house. By the time we were dug out, they were already gone. Because of my Qigong practice, I didn't eat or drink for two days and was still fine, but I became an orphan.

For a long time, I thought they weren't dead, just joking with me, and would come back in a couple of days.

Every night, I wouldn't practice qigong or sleep; I'd just lie there with my eyes open, hoping the door would open quietly and they'd sneak in, giving me a fright the next morning. But nothing happened; only the wind blew from the fields, rattling the door.

Sometimes, when I heard noises from their room, I always thought they were doing *that* again. I'd sneak over to check, but there was nothing there, just an empty room. I thought they'd hidden away. I checked the blankets; they hadn't been touched. I could only tell myself again and again that they were really gone and wouldn't come back.

During that time, my ninth uncle told my maternal grandmother's family not to come see me and to stay by myself. But I didn't know how to cook then, so the beautiful Yu Feng would come and cook for me. Sometimes, when my ninth uncle wasn't home, she would come to keep me company. I could only fall asleep nestled in her fragrant, soft arms. She would gently pat me, sing to me, and let my hands touch her snow-white, smooth breasts—that was the greatest comfort she could give me.

My ninth uncle is very strict with his children, but I'm not afraid of him. Aside from my mother in heaven, I'm not afraid of anyone. My ninth uncle, however, wants me to fear him, so he's very strict with me. I don't give in either. Every time we meet, it's like enemies meeting again, a constant battle. Luckily, Yu Feng and my grandmother mediate, so there haven't been any major conflicts, but localized skirmishes are inevitable.

In the constant conflicts with my ninth uncle, I've become increasingly strict with myself because I want to surpass him, lest he always be arrogant and disdainful.

I love reading, but initially I didn't have money, so I had to borrow books and textbooks from others, or borrow from Da Niu. He's in fifth grade now, but he's not very bright. Since I beat him, he's submitted to me. After school, he comes to my house, firstly to have me do his homework, and secondly to help me with chores. We call it our "mutual aid team."

Since that setback, my kung fu has improved significantly. Two years of training have yielded initial results. My eyes and ears have developed new abilities; my eyes can see in the dark, and my ears can hear a pin drop from dozens of meters away. My strength has increased dramatically; I can uproot a tree, which startled me. It seems I've become as powerful as the old lama. With

my newfound strength, farming those two acres of land is a breeze. I bought the ox from Da Niu's family; they have over a dozen oxen, waiting to be slaughtered for beef. When I visited, I saw a large, skinny ox, practically nothing but bones. His father kept grumbling that slaughtering it would be a loss. I quickly suggested selling it to me. He probably took pity on me and agreed to sell it to me for a hundred yuan. In our hometown, a hundred yuan is a considerable sum, equivalent to a month's salary for an adult, but it was a bargain for buying an ox. So, I used a year's worth of vegetable-selling earnings to buy this large, skinny ox.

I cherish it dearly, having the wolf cub watch over it. The wolf cub is now my good helper, sleeping in the same room as me. When I practice my martial arts, it lies beside me. I've noticed it's becoming increasingly powerful and intelligent; its progress is remarkable. Later, I concluded it was probably due to my martial arts practice.

So, every day I practice my internal energy to give it a full-body massage, both to strengthen my own power and to toughen its muscles and bones. The effect is obvious; it's become even smarter and more powerful, running like the wind, its howl deafening, audible throughout the whole village. My house is at the far east end of the village, with a river in front and a large mountain on the other side. Behind the house is a flat grassland, uncultivated, making the house seem somewhat out of place. I used some thorns and branches to build a fence and cultivated a small plot of land to grow vegetables.

There are many dogs in the village, almost every household has one. Little Wolf is the king of dogs. When other dogs see him, they tuck their tails and behave themselves. If Little Wolf barks, all the dogs in the village will bark, and there will be a cacophony of barking. No one can have peace. Because of this, many people came to Tumen and asked him to cover Little Wolf's mouth. After Little Wolf understood what I said, he stopped barking so loudly.

I treated Big Skinny Ox very well. Besides feeding it carefully, I also massaged it with my internal energy. My Tantric Kung Fu was truly miraculous; within a few days, Big Skinny Ox was full of energy, its eyes bright, its fur gleaming—a magnificent ox! Moreover, it made great progress, even learning to kick people.

Once, I let it out to drink water at the river in front of the house. A rogue bachelor in the village tried to take it away, but Big Skinny Ox broke his leg with a single hoof kick. The bachelor screamed in agony, but was kicked again, breaking both his legs. My ninth uncle had to intervene to settle the matter. After that, it became famous. Villagers would avoid it, afraid of getting a close encounter with its hooves.

I was very safe in the village, probably largely because of these two animals. Needless to say, the little wolf is terrifying; one glare from it is enough to terrify most people, and no one dares to mess with it. It's also very clever; it won't eat food given to it by strangers and never leaves my sight. Catching a rabbit is only a few steps away. Big Skinny Ox is also a formidable opponent. Later, I named him "Big Yellow," which is easy to pronounce.

I'm only fifteen years old now, but my physique is already that of an adult, probably related to that magical qigong. Although I regret that my appearance isn't outstanding, I'm very satisfied with my strong body. My back is straight, my shoulders are broad, and my waist is thin, giving me the appearance of a leopard. In the countryside, a man's strength is paramount; good looks are secondary. Of course, if you're too ugly, you'll only be able to remain single, but someone like me is truly a handsome man in my hometown.

My life is leisurely. Every morning, I clean the shed for Big Yellow and the five sheep, cook myself some food, and then help Old Master Li carry a load of water, bringing back a few books—this is called "carrying water in exchange for books."

I've grown to love reading more and more, but buying books is too expensive, and it's not easy to find good ones. Then, by chance, I came across a book in Grandpa Li's house—a traditional Chinese edition. I borrowed one and found it much more interesting than reading modern books. After finishing the book, through a combination of guesswork and deduction, I managed to roughly recognize the traditional characters.

Grandpa Li is the patriarch of the largest family in the village. Chunshui Village has two major families; the Li and Wei families were among the earliest settlers, and almost everyone in the village shares one of their surnames. My family migrated later, making us outsiders with no roots. So, when people mention the Xu family in the village, they mean our family.

It's said that Grandpa Li even passed the imperial examinations during the Qing Dynasty. He's incredibly knowledgeable and has a knack for maintaining good health; he's still very robust. Since meeting Grandpa Li, I've been deeply impressed by him. He has a full head of white hair, bright eyes, and is full of energy. You wouldn't guess he's over eighty years old. He walks with a straight back and is remarkably spry. His words carried more weight in the village than the village chief's; everyone listened to him, and he was highly respected.

Luckily, my mother was from Old Li's family, and a direct descendant of his, so I was able to meet him. I told him I would come over every day to help him fetch water, and in return, I could take a book home to read. Actually, I found it strange; many people wanted to help him fetch water, and the village chief would come to fetch

water for him if he just said so, but he asked me to do it and was even willing to lend me a book. His house was overflowing with books—room after room, my eyes were almost blurry. People in the village often saw this scene: a young man lying on the grass, head tilted back, reading a book; a large dog lying beside him, its shiny fur gleaming in the sunlight, occasionally baring its teeth; a magnificent yellow ox and five lambs lazily grazing, occasionally frolicking and nudging him, only to be scolded by the young man before wagging their tails and returning to grazing.

That young man is me. Because my kung fu has improved so much, farm work is a piece of cake. What takes others a whole day, I only need two or three hours. So I spend my days idly and leisurely.

However, I can now feel the burning gazes of the village women, making my heart tremble. And my manhood is getting bigger and bigger. Now, when I practice, it's often rock hard, and I always feel like something wants to come out—it's quite frustrating. No one taught me how. Later, I talked to Da Niu about it, and he laughed, saying I was going through puberty and needed to find a woman.

I suddenly understood, and a word came to mind: restlessness! So I looked for some books on this subject, but unfortunately, few people in the village could read. There were no books or television, and the evenings were very boring. The young people went from house to house, playing cards and mahjong; there wasn't much other entertainment. The only other thing was couples having sex. Luckily, there was Da Niu, who borrowed some pornographic books from school for me. I read them and my blood was boiling; I was filled with longing.

I think I really need a woman. Seeing the beautiful Yu Feng now, seeing her full, round breasts, my penis gets hard. I want to touch them, even bite them. I even envy my younger self, who used to fall asleep touching her white breasts.

Seeing her pert buttocks, I also want to bite them. When I look at women, my eyes involuntarily gravitate towards their breasts and buttocks; it's hard to control them. It seems I should find a wife.

That night, I finished my practice around 8 PM. Only a few families in our village have televisions; my ninth uncle's family has one, for my grandparents. Of course, I can't afford one. I'll use this time to practice or read. In my eyes, day and night are no different.

Suddenly, I heard a strange noise. I listened intently and was startled. It was Yu Feng's voice, like she'd encountered robbers. It was a muffled sound, her mouth covered. The little wolf also heard it, its ears perked up, and it growled.

I hurriedly opened the door and ran out.

There was a cornfield on the road to my house, a favorite haunt of robbers. I thought Yu Feng must be there.

In the blink of an eye, Little Wolf and I arrived at the swaying cornfield. The scene before me filled me with rage: a young man was pinning Yu Feng down, tearing at her clothes despite her resistance. Her mouth was gagged, and she could only whimper. Her breasts had been ripped open, revealing her snow-white breasts, which swayed with her struggles, making me dizzy.

Without a sound, I quietly approached the man from behind and knocked him unconscious with a karate chop. I imagine he must feel incredibly wronged, his plans thwarted so inexplicably, without even knowing who did it.

I turned him over and found he was a local thug who usually looked down on me. Other thugs were obedient and respectful to me, but he held his head high and wouldn't even look at me. I didn't bother with him then, but today he'd fallen into my hands, so he could only blame himself for being blind.

I secretly channeled my energy and pressed a few pressure points on his body. Heh heh, from now on, his manhood was over; he was just a cripple. I heard he'd just married a beautiful wife, and now he could only look but not use her—that was going to be a nightmare for him.

After dealing with him, I looked at Yu Feng.

The beautiful Yu Feng had already gotten up and was trying to pull her clothes tighter, but they were already torn, and no matter how much she pulled, she couldn't cover her body. Her white breasts could only cover her head, which only fueled my lust. When she saw me staring intently at her breasts, she felt a little embarrassed and quickly pulled her clothes up again, but that only revealed more. I stepped forward and pulled her hand away, examining her breasts closely. They were still as white and high as before. I couldn't help but place my hand on them, testing if the feeling had changed.

Yu Feng trembled and whispered, "Zixing..." I looked up. In the moonlight, a few bits of grass clung to Yu Feng's smooth face, making me even more aroused. This was what I called allure.

"Yu Feng, I'm in pain!" My penis was rock hard, and a burning desire within me wanted to destroy everything.

Yu Feng quickly asked, "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

I pointed to my lower body and said, "It's so swollen there, Yu Feng, please help me!"

As I spoke, I took her hand and guided it to my rock-hard member.

Just as I touched it, I felt Yu Feng's hand flinch, trying to pull back, but I held it back. I looked at her with pleading eyes and said, "Yu Feng, please, help me!"

A blush rose on her snow-white face. If it weren't for my exceptional eyesight, I would never have been able to see her shyness.

She sighed softly, reaching her hand into my crotch to touch my erection. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me, rushing straight to my head, and I involuntarily gasped.

"Is it better now?" Yu Feng asked softly.

"Oh, oh, much better, thank you, Yu Feng, you're so beautiful!"

She was still gently stroking my erection when she heard this, and smiled gently, exuding an indescribable charm. I couldn't help but suddenly hug her tightly, holding her full body close, and trying to kiss her face.

She shook her head from side to side, not letting me succeed. I became impatient, holding her head still with my hand and kissing her lips fiercely. Soft, smooth, and sticky, it felt wonderful. Her struggling body softened, and her already hot lips became even hotter. I felt something restless inside me, and my erection seemed to want to bury itself deep in the ground.

Holding her soft body, I really wanted to pound her with that hard thing. I freed one hand to pull down her pants; the belt had been broken by that cripple, and they came off easily, revealing her snow-white buttocks, two plump, firm mounds.

While biting her breasts, I rubbed her buttocks with my hands, shaping them in various ways. My lust grew stronger, and I bent her body, making her bend over with her large buttocks sticking out. I pulled down my pants and used that hard thing to stab her there. She cried out in pain, whispering, "Wrong—you've put it in the wrong place!"
Only then did I realize I'd gone to the wrong hole. I quickly found the wet hole below and thrust it in forcefully!

Two sighs escaped my lips; it was a sigh of pleasure. I felt my hard thing enter a warm, soft place, tightly enveloped, without a single gap. The feeling, so pleasurable it went straight to my bones, was indescribable.

Yu Feng sighed softly, "Oh, it's too big, be gentle!"

I couldn't hear her; all I knew was that I wanted to stab her, stab her hard, pierce her through.

So, I grabbed her waist, holding her lower body in place, and thrust into her fiercely, like a storm. Her upper body swayed wildly from my thrusts, her head tossing incessantly, sweat soaking her hair, adding to her wild sensuality with each head movement.

At that moment, a phrase popped into my head: "trembling like flowers." I felt deeply ashamed; I had previously underestimated the meaning of this phrase, acting without understanding its true essence. Now I truly appreciated how beautifully it described such a scene!

A groan escaped her throat, neither pain nor pleasure, which only fueled my excitement. I thrust even harder, but I felt I couldn't fully release my pent-up desire, so I pushed her down. Her body, as if boneless, slumped softly to the ground.

I made her lie on all fours like a dog, her big ass sticking out, then I straddled her and thrust into her hard. Still unable to release, I roughly squeezed her breasts until she cried out in pain. Watching her constantly throbbing ass, I wanted to bite her, so I slapped her on the ass.

She cried out in pain, but I didn't care anymore. I slapped her hard, one slap after another, thrusting into her from below while slapping her ass and squeezing her breasts from above, relentlessly torturing her, wanting to tear her apart. Of course, I controlled my strength, otherwise, I really might have torn her to pieces.

I don't know how much time passed, but when I finally ejaculated, she had already fainted. She was drenched in sweat, her breasts were swollen and red, and her white buttocks had turned a purplish-red. She seemed unable to move. I carried her home and placed her on the bed. Looking at her flushed face, my desire rekindled, thankfully not as intense, and I could control it. I knew she couldn't handle another round, so I started practicing my martial arts.

As I circulated my energy, I felt a cool, yin energy lingering in my dantian. I was overjoyed; it seemed the old monk hadn't lied to me after all. The "Joyful Technique" really worked. Refining this pure yin energy had indeed improved my cultivation considerably. Haha, this is a good method for martial arts practice!

While she was still asleep, I quickly took Little Wolf, Big Yellow, and the lambs to the fields. I was too ashamed to face her. For a long time after that, I hadn't seen the beautiful Yu Feng, nor dared to go to her house.

Occasionally at night, I would recall that dreamlike experience, and Yu Feng's soft body. That's all. Life goes on as usual. I still live my life leisurely, spending most of my time reading. This book has given me ambition, but I'm still just a novice.

[Episode 1] Chapter 2: Punishing the Corn Thief for His Infidelity

In the countryside, relationships between men and women aren't seen as mysterious, but they're far less casual than in the city. If a man is cuckolded, it's a great disgrace, a sign of incompetence, not manhood.

There was a family in the village where the husband was incompetent, turning a blind eye to his wife's infidelity. Even when he caught her with another man at home, he would still smile and not get angry. But I saw him frantically beating the ground on a hillside, his hands bleeding profusely, and I felt pity for him. With an experimental attitude, I stepped forward and said to the angry-faced man, "Wei Sanzi, don't be like this, it's useless!"

He turned around, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and said fiercely, "Get out of my way, this is none of your business!"

Actually, from his appearance, he was as manly as could be, tall and strong, with a thick waist and broad shoulders, a burly man, but unfortunately, he was a mule, and I felt quite sorry for him.

I didn't care about his ferocity and smiled, "You don't need to be sad. If you beg me, maybe I can cure your illness!"

"You're the one who's sick, get out of my way!" he roared.

"Since you don't want to be cured, I can't force you. Goodbye then!" After saying that, I walked away leisurely.

That night, he came to my house, his eyes red, reeking of alcohol, and his face flushed, looking like he couldn't hold his liquor.

As soon as he entered, he grabbed my hand and burst into tears. I knew he really had a lot of grievances in his heart, so I let him cry.

Little Wolf watched from the side, puzzled, perhaps unable to understand why he was crying.

After a while, he stopped, wiping away his tears with some embarrassment, and asked, "Can you really cure my illness?"

I nodded and said, "I can't say for sure that I can cure it, but I can say that it's possible!"

"Okay, I'll cure you, help me cure it!" he said fiercely, with a reckless expression.

I smiled and said, "If you want me to cure you, you have to agree to a few conditions."

Seeing him nod, I began to speak: "First, once you're cured, you can't go and seduce other women, you have to live an honest life. Hehe, if you succeed, you'll be much better than other men, ordinary women simply can't satisfy you, then you can properly punish your wife. Can you agree to that?"

He nodded with a smile, perhaps for him, satisfying his wife was already a great achievement, and he never even thought about seducing other women.

I said, "You're agreeing so quickly now, but you'll see how difficult this is later. Your wife is so lucky! Second, you can't tell anyone I treated you; you have to keep it a secret, okay?" "

Okay! No problem!" he shouted.

"Alright, those are the two conditions. Don't forget, if you break them, I won't be polite. I can cure you, or I can cripple you!"

"Okay, I promise, don't worry!" he said, his face flushed with eager anticipation.

"Alright, sit cross-legged on the kang (a traditional Chinese bed frame). No matter how uncomfortable you feel, you can't move, or you'll never get better!"

Wei Sanzi obediently sat cross-legged on the platform. In the countryside, not knowing how to sit cross-legged is a big joke, but most people don't sit correctly; they resemble the form but not the spirit. That old monk—no, I mean old lama, but I like to call him "old monk" because it sounds more affectionate—almost broke my tender legs when he taught me to sit cross-legged. The pain was indescribable.

However, I discovered that the difference between cross-legged and sitting cross-legged in terms of the impact on practice is enormous. When sitting cross-legged, it's easy to concentrate the mind on the dantian, and it's not easy to lose posture. Sitting cross-legged is different; the body easily tilts, and it's difficult to concentrate.

I sat cross-legged behind him, circulating my internal energy through his meridians, finally gathering it in my palms. I placed my palms against his waist, slowly channeling the energy into him, heating his kidney water, which in turn warmed his genitals. This way, his essence would increase, and his yang would naturally strengthen. As for the effectiveness, I had no experience; I was just trying it out.

For people like him, psychological barriers are the majority. Once that's addressed, the illness will naturally heal itself. I'm quite legendary in the village; most people don't dare mess with me because I'm skilled in martial arts. Moreover, in rural areas, martial arts have an added mystique; people treat those who know martial arts like immortals, as if possessing martial arts makes one omnipotent. Wei Sanzi probably has confidence in me, and I'll take advantage of that to save myself the trouble of obtaining martial arts skills and build his confidence.

Secondly, according to traditional Chinese medicine, my method can indeed generate essence and transform it into qi, which is effective for enhancing virility.

I circulated and heated the qi within his kidneys to dissolve impurities, and then used my internal energy to unblock the qi channels in his lower body. Hehe, now his sexual ability will definitely increase greatly!

He was drenched in sweat, his face rosy; clearly, my treatment was very effective. This time, he's turned misfortune into blessing; after my qi circulation, he will surely live a long and healthy life.

I finished my practice, stood up, slapped him, and laughed, "Alright, Sanzi, go home and mess with your wife, make her wish she were dead!"

He stood up, his face beaming with excitement, "Haha, I feel so energetic now, it's really different! Haha, I'm going to get my revenge! I'll try it tonight!"

I smiled and said, "Go home quickly, you'll see how amazing you are once you try!"

He thanked me profusely and rushed out excitedly. I thought, his wife is going to suffer tonight, and she deserves it; I've always despised such sluts.

The next day, Wei Sanzi came over early. I had just finished my morning practice, finished my meditation, Little Wolf had gone up the mountain to catch rabbits, and Big Yellow had led five lambs to the river to drink. As soon as he arrived, he grabbed my hand and shook it incessantly, his gratitude overflowing. I was happy too, not for him, but for the success of my experiment. Turns out I'm such a smart person, able to apply what I've learned to other situations, haha, pretty impressive!

Wei Sanzi's simple, honest face was radiant and full of spirit; he even had such a bold air about him. He shook my hand and said, "Thank you, Uncle Xu, I'm really better! Haha, that was great! That woman couldn't get out of bed this morning, so I kept her up all night, finishing just before dawn. Uncle Xu, you're a miracle worker! I've seen so many doctors for this illness, and nothing really helped, but you did it, and I'm so much better now! Haha, that was great!"

I smiled at him and said, "It's nothing, just a small thing! You have to take it easy and not overwork yourself, I think..." "From now on, your wife will definitely dote on you. You'll be living a life of bliss from now on! But don't forget my two conditions!"

Wei Sanzi hurriedly replied, "I won't forget, I won't forget. I feel so energetic and comfortable right now. Uncle Xu, thank you so much. You must come to my house for dinner tonight. Let my wife go to town and buy some good dishes. I really want to thank you properly!" I nodded

in agreement. As for why he called me "uncle," that's a very common phenomenon in the countryside. You often see older people calling younger people "uncle," "aunt," or "maternal uncle." It's a matter of seniority. My mother is a direct descendant of the Li family, with a very high seniority. In the village, she hardly needs to be addressed by anyone. People call her "aunt," "auntie," "auntie grandma," "grandma," and so on. Every New Year, there's a constant stream of people coming to my house to pay their respects. Many young men have to kowtow to her, and I happily accept it all.

Our village is the largest in Chunshui Town, but its economy isn't much different from other villages. There's one shop, but it sells almost nothing. You can buy vinegar and soy sauce, but if you want anything else, you have to wait until the 1st, 4th, 7th, or the 1st, 11th, 21st, 31st, 4th, 14th, etc., of each month. On these days, there's a large market in town, and everything is readily available. It's commonly called a "market," and going to buy and sell things is called "going to the market."

I had to go to every market. I would sell my vegetables there and use the money to buy other things, like books or other items. Going to the market was also a festival for young people. Young women dressed up beautifully to show off their beauty, while young men went to look at the young women, hoping to find someone they liked. They would go home and ask their parents to act as matchmakers, and maybe that would lead to marriage. Many couples got married that way.

Going to the market was indeed very lively. In rural areas where entertainment was extremely underdeveloped, going to the market was the biggest pastime. Many people didn't intend to buy anything; they were just there to enjoy the excitement. I sell vegetables there, so of course I have to pay land tax. Taxation in China has a long history; it's the government's grain tax, the national tax—it's wrong not to pay, that's what ordinary people think. The land tax isn't too expensive, only two or three yuan. I can make over thirty yuan in a morning. Every time I go to the market, people from the town's tax office come over with their little notebooks, issuing receipts. They're very imposing, and we vendors can only behave ourselves in front of them.

I'm young, but I've always lived independently and am quite adept at survival, forced by circumstances. There's an old Chinese saying, "The current official is more powerful than the one in charge." Seeing how powerful these tax officials were, I wanted to curry favor with them. Actually, the tax office was very small, with only three or four people. After all, there wasn't much to collect here; besides the market, they just sat there drinking tea and chatting.

One day, I went to the director's house. While he was out, I gave his wife a pack of cigarettes with 500 yuan tucked inside. 500 yuan is a considerable sum here; it's a substantial amount. Their annual salary is probably only about that much. Money is very valuable here; one yuan can buy several kilograms of fish or meat. A family might only spend about ten yuan a month.

My money was definitely well spent. Later, I recognized him as my godfather, and he took good care of me, never charging me taxes. Later still, he helped me a great deal when I started my factory. So, you should spend money where necessary and never be stingy.

Many years later, when I was a renowned and wealthy man, he was also a high-ranking official. His family lived with me, and while drinking, he told me that he was stunned by me back then. Few people were in business at the time, unaware of the importance of the tax office, and he had never received such a large sum of money before. Although it was a youthful rash act, he felt I had unique vision and boldness. While I had shortcomings, such as a lack of maturity in my methods, overall,

he believed I was destined for greatness. Having heard of me, he began to help me. To be honest, I did have to grit my teeth to take out that money, as I wasn't particularly wealthy myself. But I've always believed that with officials like me, you must first give, and be willing to invest, to reap greater rewards.

This experience has stayed with me to this day.

Getting back to the point, I accepted Wei Sanzi's invitation, sent him away, and called Da Huang over. It was early autumn, and there were many kinds of vegetables. I filled a basket with green onions and a basket with tomatoes, strung them together with a rope, and had Big Yellow carry them, leading Little Wolf towards town.

I had walked this road countless times, but the one I remembered most vividly was the time I found an old monk in the snowstorm. Every time I walked this road, I thought of him. Was that old guy still alive? He certainly wasn't; he could live for decades more without any problem.

But why did he look so half-dead back then? He said it was to test me. Although I was young then, I wasn't stupid, and of course I didn't believe him.

The road was lined with locust trees, their blossoms filling the air with their fragrance in early summer. These trees were very old, towering high, their tops intertwining to completely cover the road. I remembered a conversation I had with my mother when I was little. I asked her why so many trees were planted along the roadside.

She said it was to prevent pedestrians from accidentally walking into the fields on either side of the road, and to keep livestock out of the fields. At that time, my father was already driving a car for my ninth uncle, and I said that this was bad for him. If his brakes failed, without the trees, it wouldn't be a big deal; at most, he'd drive into a field. But with the trees, it would be dangerous; he'd definitely crash into one.

Her face changed, and she scolded me harshly, saying I wasn't thinking anything of good things and was just saying such unlucky things.

That night, she repeated this to my father, who laughed heartily and praised me for being clever amidst my mother's scolding. That's when I understood: never argue with women; they're all unreasonable people.

Later, several trees along the road at the village entrance were cut down. Actually, I secretly chopped them down at night to help my dad. In case of an accident, he could run to the fields. But unfortunately, I didn't cut down many before he died in that inexplicable earthquake.

Thinking about it now, I was quite brave; those trees were practically ancient relics. According to Grandpa Li, they were there when he was born. If he knew I cut them down, he would have punished me severely. The villagers treated them like treasures. When leading horses and cattle past, they would keep a close eye on their animals, afraid they might touch the trees. They said it was

a gift from heaven, sheltering them from the wind and rain, and cutting them down would bring retribution. Hearing this, I felt a chill run down my spine. Could there really be a heaven? Was my parents' death really related to me cutting down those trees? I refused to believe it. Every time we walked along that road, I would let Da Huang (my dog) eat them to his heart's content, to see what heaven could do!

Big Yellow seemed to understand me, eating with abandon, sometimes even jumping up to eat and knocking my food out. I didn't mind and let it be. So, this road was its road to happiness.

The villagers, seeing this, dared not speak out, afraid of me, afraid of Big Yellow, and afraid of Little Wolf.

The autumn wind was cool, rustling the dry leaves. The world was quiet, as if only the two of us were there. There were few people on the road today. There were many cornfields along the roadside, some turning yellow, indicating it was harvest season. Almost everyone was harvesting corn. We walked slowly. Big Yellow stretched out its big neck, hooking its head on the locust tree branch. Unfortunately, it was early autumn, and there weren't many leaves left to eat. It had developed a habit of hooking its head on the branch to relieve boredom. Little Wolf walked beside me with its head down.

I wasn't in a hurry. No one dared touch my vegetable stall anyway. Ever since I gave the tax chief that bribe and became his godfather, the best spot in the market has always been mine. Nobody dared take it, morning or night. Thinking back to how I used to have to get up before dawn every market day just to get a good spot, otherwise there wouldn't be any good spots left. Compared to now, sigh, it's like heaven and earth.

By the time I arrived at the market, the sun was already high in the sky. The weather was nice and clear, but there weren't many people. After all, it was the busy harvest season, and everyone was busy with the autumn harvest.

The market was set up at a crossroads. In the middle of the road were fruit stalls, one side sold clothes and fabrics, another sold food, and the third sold vegetables—quite organized. It was clear the tax bureau wasn't too incompetent. Of course, this was all thanks to my wise godfather's excellent leadership.

I walked through the bustling market center towards my stall. Sure enough, it was still empty, with stalls lined up on both sides. Everyone greeted me as I approached. I'm somewhat well-known here, and people are quite familiar with me. Plus, I can talk to the tax office people and get them some help when needed, so I'm fairly popular.

Actually, many of these guys are shrewd and seasoned veterans. You have to be careful when you encounter someone like that. Luckily, I'm cunning and know how to treat different people differently. I use a tough approach with these seasoned veterans. There's a saying in the countryside: "The bear fears the tough, and the tough fears the reckless." Someone like me, all alone with exceptional skills, is someone no one dares to mess with. Plus, my uncle is a very influential figure in the town, a direct descendant of the Li family, with considerable power. With such a strong backer, no one wants to court death.

In the village, the real decision-maker is the Party Secretary; the village head is just second-in-command. The Party Secretary makes the final say.

During busy farming seasons, I always help the Party Secretary's family with chores. You could call it currying favor, but I call it being good at interpersonal relationships. You have to be pragmatic and know how to achieve big results with small investments. Think about it: you're just helping them with some work, but what you gain is far more than that; these are all great opportunities.

After a morning at the market, the profits were pretty good. Because my vegetables were of good quality, they sold quickly. My vegetables were more expensive than others, not in the same league. Those who bought my vegetables were all well-dressed people, and most were customers with connections. They usually bought their vegetables from me.

This was one of my clever tricks. You see, in the vegetable selling business, the biggest taboo is being cheaper than others. That's blocking their path to profit. So, generally, the prices in the market aren't that different. Being more expensive than others is fine, even welcome. But being cheaper is unacceptable; that's the rule of the trade.

I've noticed that many people have become wealthy, and they want to show off, to flaunt it. Of course, they want to eat better, dress better, and use better things than others. So, I followed the trend. My vegetables were the most expensive in the market, though I dared not claim they were the best. Unfortunately, they didn't dare, afraid that if they were too expensive, no one would buy them. Even vegetables are categorized by quality; the economic principle of "you get what you pay for" is deeply ingrained in people's minds.

I worked quickly, selling all the vegetables in no time. I counted my earnings and made thirty-nine yuan, then headed to the only bookstore in town. I'd always wanted to buy a book, *The Red and the Black*, a world-famous classic about a peasant man's struggle and ultimate failure. While I admired him, I also felt a certain skepticism; his methods seemed inadequate. I wanted to read it to learn from his mistakes and avoid repeating them.

With a book, I was content. Having bought the book, I couldn't wait to read it.

So I rode on Big Yellow's back and began reading my book. Whether it could carry me home was irrelevant; it was a clever ox, capable of circling around and finding only grassy areas, and even finding its way home. Little Wolf followed along, catching rabbits along the way.

As we walked, I looked up from my book, wondering where we were. I stood up and glanced around; we were back in Chunshui Village, but on a mountain path, north of my house. The ground beneath my feet was all Chunshui Village land; just keep going and we'd be in the village. It seemed Big Yellow had taken quite a detour. Continuing on, we reached the village's famous Treasure Basin.

It was actually a small basin, with terraced fields that kept out the wind, making it warmer than other places. As a result, the crops ripened later and grew thicker. One acre here was equivalent to one and a half acres elsewhere, hence the name Treasure Basin. The corn was still green and ripe; it wasn't harvest time yet. I looked around carefully but found no one.

Wait, something's not right. In a cornfield on the hillside, a few corn stalks are swaying incessantly. Someone's there! Could it be a thief?

I'm only doing this because I'm still immersed in the world of "The Red and the Black," and I'm not quite out of it yet. Normally, I wouldn't bother with something like this; it's like a dog trying to catch a mouse—meddling in other people's business. I got off the cow, patted it to let it graze where it was, and then walked down with the wolf cub.

The wolf cub led the way and quickly reached the field. I whispered, "Who's there!" The wolf cub growled softly.

There was no response, and the swaying corn stalks stopped moving.

I said, "If you don't make a sound, I'll unleash the dog! Who's there? Come out!"

Actually, I had already seen a glimpse of clothing from outside; I was sure it was a woman.

A rustling sound arose, and with the swaying of the corn stalks, a woman emerged. Her flushed face only enhanced her allure. She was short and slender, but possessed an exceptional figure—large breasts, a large bottom, and a particularly slender waist. Her gait was swaying, her buttocks almost bursting out, and coupled with her charmingly rustic face, she was even more alluring. She was the wife of the petty thug who had tried to rape Yu Feng in the cornfield that night. I chuckled, recalling that night's events, and a wicked thought crept into my mind.

The petty thug was named Wei Qiang, and this woman's family was from Lizhuang, a neighboring village of Chunshui Village. They had met at the market, fallen in love at first sight, and were married through a matchmaker.

After their marriage, life was good, but unfortunately, Wei Qiang strayed from the right path and developed a gambling addiction, leaving their family very poor. Wei Qiang's wife is famously beautiful, and many people have their eyes on her. Unfortunately, Wei Qiang is a ruthless character; ever since he broke the leg of an old lecher, no one dared to have any designs on her. Therefore, he's very resentful of me, believing I'm not as powerful as people say. He thinks others dare not mess with me, but he'll try to provoke me and see what I can do to him. I know his mentality perfectly well.

But since he's messed with me, I'll make him regret ever being born! He's no longer a man, so of course I have an obligation to comfort his wife. Thinking of this, I got an erection again. I remembered a pornographic book I'd read, written by a Japanese author, about how to tame a woman and turn her into your sex slave. I'd always wanted a woman like that, and now, this opportunity had presented itself!

I said to her, her face flushed, "You're Wei Qiang's wife, right?"

She nodded firmly, perhaps emboldened by her husband's reputation.

I chuckled and said, "Is this your land? I remember it belongs to Erwang!"

She lowered her head and didn't say a word. I went inside, picked up a bag of corn, and said, "You're stealing corn, aren't you?" She

lowered her head even further and whispered, "No, I'm just borrowing some from them. I'll return it after the harvest!"

I laughed, "Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe that. Erwang and your family have always been at odds. Why would they lend you any?" I said sarcastically, with a look of disdain.

She didn't speak.

I raised my voice, "This is stealing! Why would a perfectly good person become a thief? If others find out, you'll be in a terrible situation!"

These words probably hit her sore spot. She looked up, her oval face, big eyes, and long eyelashes brimming with tears, as if she were about to cry. Her pleading expression made her look even more pitiful.

I stared at her coldly. After a while, she began to sob softly, "Please don't tell anyone. I'll never do it again. Please let me go this time!"

Seeing that she was almost surrendering, I said gently, "It's not impossible for me to let you go, but I need to punish you first. If you do something wrong, you have to accept the punishment. Are you willing to accept the punishment?"

She was completely disoriented at this point and said, "As long as you don't tell anyone, I'm willing!"

I focused my gaze on her deeply, and she flinched, quickly lowering her head, revealing her snow-white neck.

I thought she must have been frightened by the sharp glint in my eyes.

"Go inside!" I commanded.

She obediently went inside, as docile as could be, and my erection grew even harder.

When we reached the spot where she had been picking corn, there was still a bag of corn there. I laughed and said, "Looks like you're planning to steal a little more!" I said sarcastically, wanting to further crush her self-esteem. This was a psychological tactic I had learned from books.

She lowered her head again.

I said, "When you were little, if you did something wrong, your dad would always spank you, right? You did something wrong today, so I'm going to spank you too!"

She raised her head, her pretty face flushed, her eyes pleading, and a hint of shame and indignation mixed with her expression.

"Hmm...what? Is that not okay?" I said coldly, my eyes flashing with a sharp light—though I couldn't see it myself, it was just a feeling.

Her expression shifted, and she seemed to be struggling internally. I added fuel to the fire, saying, "I won't force you if you don't want to. It seems you're not sincerely admitting your mistake!"

She finally couldn't resist and slowly lay down on the bag of corn. The bag was about half a person's height, and when laid flat, it was knee-high. Lying there, it supported her buttocks perfectly, like a dog.

I said, "Take off your pants!"

She didn't move, making a silent protest. I snorted and said, "My patience is limited. I'll say it again, take off your pants!"

She slowly unbuckled her belt and slowly pulled down her pants, revealing her round, snow-white buttocks. Beneath the two fleshy mounds was a patch of dark hair, even more alluring. My heart pounded, and my erection felt like it would burst through my pants.

My pants were only pulled down to my knees. I squatted down and gently touched her buttocks, which resembled two apple halves. Finally, I was touching a real woman's buttocks. That night with Yu Feng, I was only focused on releasing my lust, only knowing how to thrust and thrust, without paying any attention to her body. Today, I could finally look at a woman's body properly.

I saw that her neck was red, and she was sobbing softly.

"Don't cry! You've done something so shameful, how dare you cry!" I said, and slapped her buttocks hard.

She indeed suppressed her sobs.

I was very satisfied and said, "If you do something wrong, as long as you accept the punishment, no one will pursue it anymore!" I was giving her a glimmer of hope to strengthen her ability to endure humiliation.

"Slap slap slap, slap slap slap!" I began to slap her snow-white, round, and pert buttocks.

She also made moaning sounds. At first, it seemed to hurt, but later, her moans even had a hint of sweetness.

"Will you dare do this again? Tell me!" I asked as I whipped her.

"Ugh, I won't, I won't do it again, please forgive me!" she whispered, burying her head under her arms.

I stopped, but my erection was still hard, and it seemed to be getting harder.

I looked at her, still moaning, and noticed that her pants were wet. Water was running down her thighs, soaking a patch of her pants. I grabbed a handful and held it to her, saying, "What's this?" She turned her head away in embarrassment.

I saw that her buttocks were completely red, bright red, and I couldn't bear to hit her anymore.

My hand moved up from her waist to her firm breasts. "No!" she cried, desperately pressing down on my hand that had touched her breasts.

"Hmm?" I sneered coldly, and she finally let go.

She was only wearing a vest and a bra. I pulled them together and made her take them off from her head. She had probably given up hope, knowing that resistance was useless, and resignedly cooperated with me to take off her clothes.

Two large, round, white breasts trembled as they were revealed. Seeing them intensified my lust. I flipped her over, which made her very uncomfortable; the bag pressed against her waist, her private parts completely exposed—a humiliating situation.

I picked her up and placed her on her undressed clothes.

I always had this feeling that only when a woman willingly kisses you can you truly win her heart.

So, I cupped her blushing face and kissed her small mouth fiercely. Her mouth was really small, almost hunched over; I really wanted to devour it.

I sucked hard on her lips, swirling my tongue inside, enjoying it immensely.

Her body grew increasingly limp, collapsing to the ground as if boneless. Only when her tongue joined mine did I leave her mouth to kiss her breasts. Her breasts were firm, not too large, like peaches, white with a rosy tinge, plump and moist. I sucked and kneaded them, the feeling of soft yet firm was wonderful.

Finally, unable to suppress my desire, I hurriedly pulled down my pants and tried to insert my erection, but found it awkward; I couldn't get it in. With Yu Feng, I had thrust into her from behind, only knowing the pleasure. Later, after reading some pornographic books I'd gotten from Da Niu, I realized I'd been too simplistic, just thrusting relentlessly without any technique.

Now, I was facing another problem; the more anxious I became, the less I could penetrate.

"Pfft!" She laughed at my frantic attempt. She lifted her two white thighs and placed them beside my waist, revealing her opening. I knew that with that smile, the relationship between us had instantly reversed. My previous psychological advantage vanished; I was no longer playing with her. So I clamped her thighs together, aimed my hard object at that wet little hole, and thrust it in hard. I breathed a sigh of pleasure, recalling that time with Yu Feng—it all felt so good, yet she frowned, as if in pain. I paused

there for a moment, trying to recall the techniques I'd read in pornographic books, but I realized that too many variations couldn't compare to the thrill of a hard thrust. So I dismissed them; believing everything in books is worse than having no books at all.

With each thrust, she couldn't help but let out soft moans, even though she covered her mouth with her hand, the sounds still escaped her throat. Her face grew increasingly red, reddening to her chest, and her head kept shaking from side to side, as if trying to get rid of something.

Finally, she let out a scream, startling me as I was thrusting into her violently. Her vagina contracted incessantly, gripping my erection tightly—it felt wonderful. Then, a gush of hot water spurted out, and I knew she had climaxed. I quickly focused my energy, but found it unnecessary; the cool, yin energy naturally flowed into my dantian and settled there.

My desire subsided considerably, but I was still very uncomfortable, so I continued thrusting into her. She was exhausted and could only let me thrust. Finally, she ejaculated five or six times, her face pale, begging for mercy. Only then did I stop, but I still felt unwell, not ejaculating like I had with Yu Feng last time. Fortunately, the heat from her flowing yin energy had calmed the burning desire, and the maddening feeling was gone.

Her clothes were soaked, but she had no choice but to put them on. I dressed her piece by piece, the process involving touching and biting her, and she had no strength to resist. Finally, I made her come to me once a week to report on her thoughts. I learned this trick from the village secretary; anyone in the village who made a mistake had to report to him regularly.

She reverted to her shy demeanor from when she first met me, which made me want to poke her again. Looking at the sky, I had to give up and let her rest on the ground until dark before going home. After forcing her to agree to my request, I left. I thought poke her once a week was fine; too much would attract attention. By the time I came out, it was already late; I had been doing it all afternoon.

I thought the little wolf probably didn't know what I was doing, since it was carrying a rabbit in its mouth.

Back home, I first went to the river to fetch two buckets of water and took a bath, then went to bed to practice my martial arts, trying to dispel the chilling energy.

When I awoke from my meditation, it was already dark; the sun had long since set. In autumn, the sun sets early. I found my internal energy becoming increasingly refined, as if the woman's yin energy was greatly beneficial to me. Although I felt my progress over the past few years of arduous cultivation had been rapid, it was not as fast as the results of these two encounters with the woman. It seems that the union of yin and yang is the true path of heaven.

[Episode 1] Chapter 3: Catching

a Adulterer in the Dead of Night After reading for a while, Wei Sanzi came to invite me to his house, and I readily went with him.

His house was in the center of the village, just a street away. The roads in our village were quite good and easy to walk on. The main street stretched from east to west. This street belonged to Old Master Li, and the Li family had dug a sewer, so it wasn't wet. The other streets were much worse; they didn't have sewers, and wastewater from every household collected on the street. Moreover, the street was dirt, so it was muddy and difficult to walk on. People had to jump from one foothold to the next.

There are three main east-west streets, and many more north-south streets—I haven't counted them all, but there are probably over a dozen. These streets divide the village into many areas, still using the division method from the early days of the People's Republic of China: by production teams—Team One, Team Two, Team Three, and so on. Another method is by "sections"—six or seven households form a section, with a section leader… You know what a local policeman is, right? This section is similar to that section. For example, my family belongs to Team Three, which is also Section Seven.

It's time to turn on the lights; the sky is getting dark, and things are gradually disappearing from sight. Smoke is rising from the chimneys of every household, filling the air with a thick smell of smoke. This is the liveliest time in the village. After a long day, everyone has gone home. Children come home from school, women cook, and men go out to the streets to chat. From time to time, you can hear women calling their children home to do their homework or eat, and men chasing after their sons all over the street. In rural areas, parents often discipline their children with the saying "spare the rod and spoil the child." If a child makes a mistake, the father might start hitting them after only a few words of scolding. The more mischievous children, not wanting to suffer further, would run away.

At this time, the village dogs were barking particularly loudly. I remembered that the little wolf was still following me. Judging from its lazy appearance, it seemed indifferent to the other dogs' barking. I thought that if it barked now, all the dogs in the village would probably be silenced. This had happened several times before.

This was the most painful time for me. Seeing everyone else's families bustling with activity, while I was all alone, uncared for, as if my presence alone didn't exist. If something happened to me, no one would know.

At this moment, a strange resentment would rise within me, and I would feel hostility towards everything around me, except for the little wolf, Big Yellow, and the five lambs—they were my closest family. This inexplicable hostility drove me to want to trample everyone underfoot.

But after that time, I feel incredibly free, with no one interfering, able to do whatever I want, a bachelor, fearless and carefree—that kind of life is wonderful.

So, I'm a very contradictory person; things change, and I can't even understand myself.

The low mud houses, some without outer walls, just a fence made of thorns, reveal the interior.

This is what the houses look like on both sides of the street.

It's truly poor here; people have no income other than farming. Luckily, we live close to town, where people are city dwellers, receiving government rations and working for the government. They're willing to spend money, so we rural folks can earn money from them. In that sense, we're not the poorest; there are many places poorer than us.

Grandpa Li often said, "Contentment brings happiness. Compared to before, we live in honey."

Wei Sanzi didn't say much along the way. He was a simple, honest man, not very talkative, just constantly working. In the fields, he was worth two people. His wife, Zhang Cuihua, came from a very poor family with three daughters, whom they couldn't possibly support.

He was eleven or twelve years old then, about the same age as me when I lost my parents. He probably had feelings for Zhang Cuihua and often helped with chores at her house. Eventually, he got his wish, but he turned out to be impotent. Zhang Cuihua wasn't a good person either; she hooked up with an old bachelor in the village. I was outraged, so I helped Wei Sanzi.

We arrived at his house quickly. Although his family wasn't wealthy, they weren't short of food or clothing. He was very capable, and his house was better than the neighbors'. A woman stood at the door; she had a full figure and a round face. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a charming air about her. I thought that old bachelor had some skill; he'd managed to seduce her into bed. I wasn't a clueless naive boy anymore; she must look quite alluring in bed.

Seeing us, she waved. Even though we were still far apart, I could see her clearly. She was wearing a brothel and an apron, and her full breasts jiggled as she waved. I couldn't see her buttocks clearly from the front, but I guessed they were quite large.

Wei Sanzi suddenly said, "Uncle Xu, we're here!"

I was so engrossed in watching her that I was startled. I quickly snapped

out of it and nodded. The woman came to greet me, saying warmly, "Uncle Xu, you've come!"

This was a greeting in the countryside, carrying many meanings, like asking "Have you eaten?" when you meet someone.

I nodded. Although I didn't like her, I couldn't show it. Keeping my emotions hidden was a little trick I'd learned.

The more you dislike someone, the more polite and enthusiastic you should be to them, lowering their guard so you can deal with them later.

She warmly welcomed me into her house. The house was very clean, though simple, it was still quite nice. The room wasn't small, and the chair was large enough to sleep four or five people, taking up most of the space. Wei Sanzi asked me to sit on the chair, where a table had already been set. I sat cross-legged. Ah, the chair was still warm; it seemed to have been specially warmed for me. The small wooden

table wasn't big. Zhang Cuihua was busy serving dishes, and Wei Sanzi opened a bottle of liquor—a local specialty, "Drunken Eight Immortals," which was very strong. I hadn't drunk much liquor before and didn't know my tolerance, but of course, I wasn't afraid of it.

Zhang Cuihua was still cooking, while we were already drinking. The men in the village didn't have many pastimes, and they loved alcohol. They often enjoyed a few cups of wine with a plate of peanuts. Don't let Wei Sanzi's usual quiet demeanor fool you; he became quite talkative when drinking, probably because he felt we clicked. He was a completely different person, never stopping.

I also let loose with my drinking, and ended up getting drunk. I didn't realize it while inside, but after going out to relieve myself, the wind made me dizzy. I knew I'd drunk too much, but I was happy, so it didn't matter. After that, I only vaguely remember Wei Sanzi also being drunk, scolding Zhang Cuihua, and slapping her twice. After that, I remember nothing more; I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on his bed. I looked up at the moon; it was high in the sky. It must have been late at night. Perhaps my constitution is different from others, which is why I sobered up so quickly, but why did I get drunk so quickly too?

Wei Sanzi was snoring loudly, fast asleep. The air still smelled of alcohol. The three of us were lying on the kang (a heated brick

bed), fully clothed. Wei Sanzi slept in the middle, and Zhang Cuihua and I slept on either side. Luckily, the kang was large, and there was still plenty of room for the three of us. I quietly got up, intending to go outside to relieve myself. I opened the door and tiptoed out, only to find the little wolf lying at the doorway. I felt ashamed; I had completely forgotten about it. In the pitch-black night, the little wolf's eyes gleamed with a greenish light, making one almost mistake it for a wolf. I myself doubted whether it was truly a wolf. Seeing me come out, it got up to greet me, wagging its tail vigorously, seemingly very affectionate.

I felt a warmth in my heart, bent down, hugged it, and buried my head in its long fur. It was very clean, often bathing in the small river in front of the house. Its fur was smooth and clean, occasionally reflecting a glimmer in the dim night.

My heart couldn't help but feel sad. I thought of my parents, who had passed away a few years ago, and a memory from the past. One evening after dinner, the three of us were sitting in the yard enjoying the cool air. I asked my mother to tell me a story, and she couldn't refuse. Unfortunately, she lacked the talent for storytelling, and after thinking for a long time, she finally remembered the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. I started to mock her, saying her storytelling was poor and that she was spouting a bunch of scientific nonsense. She got furious and immediately turned on me, giving me a good scolding. My father was also implicated, accused of aiding and abetting a crime. After the scolding, she ordered us to go to sleep, not letting us enjoy the cool air in peace. She was truly unreasonable!

Now, thinking back, my mother's domineering and unreasonable demeanor is actually quite endearing. If she were still alive and saw what I did, she would definitely give me a good scolding, and then scold my father, because we were "like father and son," a phrase she often used when scolding us.

Thinking of this, I felt both warmth and heartache. Looking at the quiet night sky and listening to the crickets chirping in the air, my hatred for the heavens intensified.

I hugged the little wolf and sat down on the ground. My longing for my parents surged like a tidal wave. My heart felt like it was being squeezed, the pain unbearable. I wanted to destroy everything in front of me. If only people could go to another world after death.

Then I could still see my shrewish mother and my simple-minded father. Would they still be husband and wife there? Would my mother still be bullying my father? If they saw me, would they recognize me as their cunning son? Did they know how much I missed them?

Tears streamed down my face. I missed them so much… Just as I was letting my emotions run wild, a deep sadness welling up inside me, I suddenly heard a noise. Someone was getting up inside, probably wanting to go out. I quickly got up and hid in the shadows, not wanting anyone to see me like this.

The door opened, revealing the alluring Zhang Cuihua, who showed no signs of sleepiness but rather appeared energetic.

She quietly closed the door, glanced inside, and slowly stepped out of the courtyard, her large hips swaying with a gait that ignited my anger.

I found her behavior suspicious and considered following her, but I wasn't in a hurry. With Little Wolf around, unless she could erase her scent, she wouldn't be able to shake me off.

After a short while, Little Wolf and I followed her westward. Passing a few houses, we arrived at a dilapidated house. The low courtyard wall was collapsed in several places, allowing a view inside. Inside was a small mud house with tiny, paper-covered windows—a stark contrast to Wei Sanzi's house. This was the home of an old bachelor named Li Guanggun, whose real name had been forgotten.

He was in his forties, a bachelor for most of his life, indulging in all sorts of vices—drinking, gambling, whoring, and squandering any money he had.

He was also incredibly lazy, neglecting his land. I'd heard he was having affairs with several widows in the village, and I'd also heard that Wei Sanzi's wife was having an affair with him—I never imagined it was true. He didn't even have a dog, which was essential here; few houses had fences, and having a dog prevented waking up to find everything gone. I cautiously approached his house. The lights were already on, casting two overlapping shadows on the window.

They didn't use electric lights, still using oil lamps—quite old-fashioned. I leaned closer to the window, moistened my finger with saliva, and gently poked a small hole in the paper windowpane. Through the hole, I saw a scene of utter debauchery.

Zhang Cuihua and a middle-aged man were both naked. The man had disheveled hair, a lewd appearance, and a few wisps of goatee on his thin face—it was Li Guanggun! He stood on the ground, his shoulders supporting Zhang Cuihua's white thighs, thrusting incessantly. Zhang Cuihua, like a large white sheep, lay supine on the kang (heated brick bed), her two large breasts swaying with each thrust of Li Guanggun, appearing even more dazzlingly white under the dim oil lamp.

Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, and she only moaned softly, occasionally letting out cries of "Harder, harder!" The sounds of their thrusting filled the air, making me hard.

This Li Guanggun's thing was quite large—dark, long, and thick, only slightly shorter than my own. No wonder those widows treated him like a dung beetle seeing cow dung; it turned out his thing was very effective. As his thing went in and out, Zhang Cuihua's moans fluctuated in intensity, and another phrase came to mind: plaintive and sorrowful.

I was furious. This woman was truly licentious by nature. Even though her husband had recovered from his illness, she still couldn't shake the thought of having affairs with other women. I felt sorry for Wei Sanzi; having a wife like this was a great tragedy. I coughed loudly, so loudly that they must have heard me. Li Guanggun hurriedly blew out the lamp, but I was unaffected. I saw them hurriedly getting dressed, knowing that their night was over. I went back and lay down on Wei Sanzi's bed to wait for the woman to return.

Soon, she came back. In the darkness, I could see her eyes were watery, her cheeks were rosy, making her even more alluring.

Just as she was about to get onto the kang (heated brick bed), I asked, "Where did you go?"

She was startled, and seeing me still lying there, she stammered in a panic, "I... I went to relieve myself. What's wrong, Uncle Xu? You're awake?"

I smiled coldly and said, "I was coughing outside Li Guanggun's window, did you hear me?"

Hearing this, her face turned pale, knowing she had been caught, and she trembled, saying, "Uncle Xu, what did you say? I don't understand. I was just out for a little while."

I got angry, stood up, and slapped her hard across the face. The sound was loud, but I wasn't worried that Wei Sanzi would wake up. I had already drugged him, and while I was drugging him, he kept saying "drink, drink, drink" so much that even thunder wouldn't wake him up now.

When I told the old monk I wanted to learn acupressure, he laughed at me, saying I watched too many martial arts movies. He said there's no such thing as acupressure. Acupressure points exist, but these are just concentrated areas of meridians. It's true you can kill someone with acupressure, but knocking them unconscious or rendering them immobile is unrealistic. Everyone's constitution is different, and the amount of force they can withstand varies. He also talked about mastering the force, etc. I didn't listen anymore. I only knew he didn't know acupressure, and whether it even existed was another matter.

Actually, the "sedative drug" is just sleeping pills. These are rare here. Rural people don't suffer from insomnia. Can't sleep? Well, get up and work. When you're tired, you'll fall asleep. Rural people are always sleep-deprived; I've never heard of anyone having trouble sleeping. I got this bottle of sleeping pills from my godfather; he has insomnia.

After slapping her, I whispered, "You woman, you're a born slut, you won't be comfortable unless someone fucks you!"

With that, I pushed her down onto the bed, making her lie face down, and straddled her. She struggled incessantly, unwilling to be bullied, but in front of me, she was like an ant struggling under an elephant's foot. I held her down tightly, immobilizing her. With one hand, I pressed down on her head, and with the other, I unbuckled her belt and slipped my hand inside. Without hesitation, my fingers plunged into her wet private parts. Her writhing body stiffened, then relaxed, like a deflated balloon, going limp.

I reached my hand through the fabric into her bosom, placing it on her full, firm breasts and kneading them incessantly. The soft yet firm, smooth and pleasurable sensation came through my hands. I kneaded them harder, wanting to crush them to pieces.

My hand moved inside her beautiful vagina, and it gradually became wet, more and more. That soft flesh had a strange attraction for me. Without hesitation, I pulled down my pants and inserted my penis.

I didn't expect her vagina to be so tight, which made me even more aroused. I started thrusting recklessly, but this wasn't enough to satisfy me. So I made her kneel down and pounded into her from behind like a dog. Sometimes I touched her white breasts, sometimes I slapped her big, fat buttocks. I felt a strange pleasure. What more could I ask for in life? The sound of

dogs barking came from outside the window from time to time, and a few magpies flew up from the trees. They were probably disturbed by something, making the village even quieter. But here I was, in my friend's house, on his lap, next to him, raping his wife. I wondered, am I a little bad?

She had lost the ability to think, only instinctively thrusting her hips back and forth to meet my thrusts. Her eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed, a picture of dazed lust. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel angry. I had intended to punish her, but now it seemed ineffective, so I slapped her large, white buttocks hard. "Smack!" It was loud! She cried out, "Ah!" and gave me a reproachful look with her watery eyes. I slapped her again, this time on the other side of her buttocks, saying, "You slut, today I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

Perhaps seeing the fierce glint in my eyes, she dared not utter a sound. So, a rain of slaps continued to fall on her plump, white buttocks, leaving red handprints that contrasted with her snow-white skin, creating an indescribable allure. Her cries of pain changed, turning into moans, and she became even wetter, as if this brought her more pleasure. Her lower body became even tighter, it felt incredibly good.

I became even more excited, slapping her buttocks hard and thrusting into her repeatedly. Finally, I touched her anus with my finger. She immediately snapped out of it, her face flushed with embarrassment, and said, "No, it's dirty there."

I laughed, "Has no one ever touched you there before?"

She shook her head, her face still red with shame.

Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, I shoved a finger inside.

"Ouch!" She arched her back, her whole body stiffening, her plump white buttocks arching up forcefully. My finger was tightly gripped, unable to move, and her lower body tightened, almost making me ejaculate. It seems I underestimated her; I didn't expect this slut to be so horny. Wow, so tight! She turned around, her face full of pleading, looking at me pitifully, and said, "Don't touch there."

I laughed, "You'll feel good. Don't use force, relax. The more you use force, the more it will hurt." Seeing my determined gaze, she knew she couldn't argue with me and had no choice but to give in. She turned her head away, resignedly cooperating with me, and relaxed her anus.

My penis was still thrusting inside her, and she gradually lost herself in pleasure, forgetting the pain in her anus.

I seized the opportunity to interrogate her, asking, "How many men have you fucked, you slut?"

She whimpered and remained silent. I slapped her buttocks hard and said, "Tell me!"

"One, only one..." her voice trembled with tears.

"Just that guy, Li Guanggun?" I asked, startled.

She nodded. "Oh, don't stop, I'll tell you everything!" She reacted strongly to my stopping.

As she wished, I intensified my movements, even employing the first move of the Pleasure Technique. The Breast-Piercing Position: I touched her nipples with my two index fingers, gently sending a stream of internal energy into her lower body, where it merged with the energy I was sending from my penis. The yin and yang collided, creating a slight explosion, splitting into countless tiny streams of energy that rushed towards her sensitive acupoints, giving her a tidal wave

of pleasure.

Sure enough, she let out a scream, her body tensed, and her vagina contracted repeatedly, spurting out a stream of hot water that felt incredibly good on my penis. I didn't let her go, my hand kneading her plump, white buttocks. Her buttocks were truly wonderful—round, firm, plump, and white, like a lump of dough. I kneaded them like dough, the texture was wonderful. I continued to fuck her until her face turned pale and she was barely breathing, then I stopped.

Unfortunately, I didn't get any results, but I thought she'd suffered enough this time. She wouldn't be able to do it for several days. If Wei Sanzi forced her to, she would definitely suffer. Hehe, that was exactly what I wanted. This kind of slut needs to be properly taught a lesson.

By the time I left the house, it was already past four in the morning, the darkest hour. Occasionally, I heard a dog bark or two in the air. I thought, I'm probably not the only one doing that now; many couples are doing it too.

I had just released my pent-up emotions, feeling completely refreshed, as if the wind was blowing gently and the clouds were drifting by. The weather was so nice, the cool air surrounding me subtly resonating with the cool energy within my navel chakra.

A thought struck me: I had once heard the old monk say that if my kung fu was cultivated to a certain level, I could absorb the essence of the sun and moon, transforming it into primordial energy, which could increase wisdom and prolong life. He said this was the supreme blissful practice of Tibetan Buddhism, and it was only because of my affinity with it and my innate wisdom that it was passed down to me!

I rushed home and sat down to practice my qigong. This might be an opportunity to cultivate my qigong to another level. Now, breaking through a level is becoming increasingly difficult. I no longer make rapid progress as before, but rather, like water in a spring, it accumulates but remains at a certain level.

This stagnation is a great torment and a test of will. Although not progressing isn't necessarily bad—I'm still light and healthy with superhuman reflexes—I'm no longer satisfied with just being physically strong and long-lived due to the passing of my parents. I'm pursuing a superhuman power, a power to reverse fate and prevent my destiny from being controlled by heaven. This is the driving force behind my diligent practice over the years.

Sure enough, I entered a new realm. The cool energy within my body slowly swirled at my navel chakra. The moonlight, as if imbued with warmth, traveled from the crown chakra like a needle towards the navel, joining the swirling vortex. The swirling energy gradually solidified and thickened, spinning faster and larger, expanding outward from the navel as its center, eventually forming a protective aura that enveloped me. The cool energy permeated my entire body, as if penetrating to my bones, or cleansing my body, expelling impurities. My body became transparent.

I could even see my internal organs, see an energy flow within my body—it felt magical. Practicing this kind of skill easily leads to hallucinations; sometimes I see inexplicable images. I've accepted this with equanimity, which is how I've reached this point. This is the inner demon; only by overcoming it can one's cultivation advance.

I mentally focused, single-mindedly immersing myself in this coolness, enjoying the refreshing sensation, and unknowingly entered a meditative state.

When I woke up, it was already broad daylight. I felt different from usual, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Was it that my senses were more acute? Or that my constitution was superior? Or that my internal energy was more abundant? It seemed like all of these, yet none of them. I was greatly surprised. It seemed that there were many mysteries in my meditation last night. Could it really be that I absorbed the essence of the sun and moon?

I quickly sat back down on the meditation mat and used my internal vision to check. Hmm, the concentration of my internal energy had increased, changing from a faint gas to a silvery-white gas, and its circulation speed was more than twice as fast as before. My internal organs were completely surrounded by this white gas, and that was all.

The little wolf ran out of its room. It had always lived in my parents' old house, where they had put a small house for it. When it saw me, it suddenly pounced into my arms, licking my face with its big tongue. I could only dodge left and right, supporting its head with my hands to prevent its tongue from touching my face, but it insisted on licking my face. So the two of us started playing. This was the happiest time for me. There was no loneliness, no solitude, my heart was filled with warmth. Only then did I feel a touch of warmth.

I hate my ninth uncle. Even though I know he meant well, I still hate him. Growing up, I had no one to care for me, no one to keep me company. At night, I was always alone, and in my loneliness, I could only cuddle with my wolf cubs, snuggling together. Did he understand the bitterness and coldness of those days? He thought he was being kind, but he didn't know how much care and love I needed as a child.

Fortunately, I've gotten used to it, and I actually feel carefree and unrestrained. I can work in the fields when I want, I can be lazy when I want, I can practice my martial arts when I want—no one can interfere or restrain me. Today, I should go to work in the fields. My corn is ripe and ready to be harvested.

I have two acres of land, allocated by the village. After my parents died, their original land was taken back. There was some discussion about whether I should get some; one side said I was too young to cultivate it myself, and that it would just lie fallow and be wasted.

Another person said that everyone in the village should have land. If you can't farm it yourself, you can ask others for help, like relatives and friends. Even if you get a smaller share, it's not difficult to farm. In the end, my ninth uncle made the decision and gave me two mu of land. I cleared the land in front of and behind my house, which totaled four or five mu. I divided it into two plots: one for rotating corn and wheat, and the other for peanuts, enough for my own consumption.

The land was adjacent to my ninth uncle's house, so we could help each other out. When I was little, Yufeng always helped me with chores, but now that I'm older and stronger, it's the other way around. I help my aunt with chores; my ninth uncle doesn't do these chores because he's busy with his company.

I went to the woodshed in the yard, where there were some farm tools. I grabbed a few bags and a sickle, finished cutting the corn stalks, and brought out the oxcart pulled by Dahuang. It was the biggest cart in the village, and Dahuang was very strong, so pulling it was a piece of cake. Even after plowing the fields all morning, he wasn't even out of breath. It handled everything with ease, never showing any signs of fatigue; perhaps it was the effect of my qigong massage. I felt increasingly confident in my skills. I

harnessed it to the cart, tossed the tools onto it, and led the five sheep and the wolf cub towards the field.

My field was on the southern hill in front of my house, across the river. The hill wasn't high or steep, but the soil there wasn't fertile, not as good as the land in the treasure basin to the north. Fortunately, the terrain was convenient, allowing horse-drawn carts and oxcarts to enter directly and pull the animals down the hill. The treasure basin was too steep for livestock to pull. Is this what they mean by nothing being perfect?

Although the road was bumpy, it wasn't difficult to travel on; as long as I didn't go too fast, it would be fine. I sat in the car, with Little Wolf in front of Big Yellow, and five lambs following behind, occasionally nibbling at the roadside grass before hurriedly catching up. Two of these lambs would be able to produce milk this year, at which point I could drink my fill of goat milk and then give some to Yu Feng. Goat milk is very nutritious, a fact widely touted by many scholars. It

was probably getting late; there were few people on the road, but many in the fields beside the road, all busy harvesting corn. Occasionally, someone would greet me, and I would respond warmly. It's important to greet others proactively; farmers are straightforward and honest, but they value face highly. If you give them face, they will repay you a hundredfold; if you offend them, a feud is inevitable, and they will seek revenge, making things even more difficult or even destructive for you.

Although I feared no one in the village, I knew what was important. I respected honest people, but I treated petty thugs with stern eyes. This intimidation easily earned me a reputation as a "good lad." In

rural areas, reputation is exceptionally important; the idea of "good family background" is deeply ingrained. When a child in a family gets married, the first thing the other party will inquire about is the person's reputation in the village—the so-called "roots." If the family has good roots, things are easy; if not, the other party will consider it carefully. "Like father, like son"—this saying is a truism in rural areas.

In fact, this simple thought contains absolute truth. Think about it: few children attend primary school; they usually only go for two years, learn to read and write their own and their parents' names to avoid mistaking graves later. A child's education is almost entirely the responsibility of the parents; their words and actions have the greatest influence, and children inevitably learn from their parents. Therefore, these "roots" are extremely important, and this "root" is manifested in reputation.

After being greeted along the way, I arrived at my field.

My field was rectangular, and the corn looked unripe, still green and not yet yellow. The corn stalks, arranged in a grid pattern, were bent under the weight of the ears of corn. A gentle breeze rustled the long tassels. Looking at my ninth uncle's field next door, most of the corn was yellow, just ripe. A slender figure was picking corn among the yellowing ears—it was Yu Feng.

I didn't know what to do. Should I go over or pretend I didn't see her?

After hesitating for a moment, I made up my mind and went over.

[Episode 1] Chapter 4: Yu Feng is Angry

She was the only one in her uncle's family who could work in the fields. Her uncle was busy with his business, her cousin was studying in town, and her grandparents couldn't work. This was really a burden for her. Fortunately, I had been able to help her with the work for the past two or three years, which lightened her burden. But I had already heard some rumors about her uncle, saying that he had a woman outside the village. They had learned a new word: "mistress," and they said he had a mistress.

There's no smoke without fire; there must be some truth to this. He must have done something to generate such a scandal. Thinking of the beautiful Yu Feng, I can't help but feel indignant.

I walked towards Yu Feng. She was busy husking corn and didn't notice me. I called out to her, and she turned around with a start. When she saw it was me, her face turned cold. I called out, "Yu Feng," but she didn't respond. She lowered her head and deftly husked the corn, quite forcefully, scattering corn kernels all over the ground. For those that were hard to husk, she simply pulled them out by force, snapping the stalks mercilessly. Yu Feng was very virtuous. Even when she was angry, she wouldn't yell and curse like other women. How to put it? Well, she was very cultured and had a lot of poise.

I knew she was angry. She had a very good temper and didn't get angry easily, but when she did, no one could stop her. That's why my uncle was vaguely afraid of Yu Feng. Usually, when she saw me, she would hug me and kiss me a few times, her fragrant body pressed close to me.

Yu Feng only had one child, her cousin, which was very rare in the countryside. Not having a son meant the family line would end, a grave act of filial impiety, a disservice to the ancestors. It was common for families to have several daughters and only one son. Even the one-child policy couldn't eradicate this mindset; some were willing to be fined into bankruptcy just to have a son. Fortunately, her uncle was educated and relatively open-minded. Because Yu Feng was weak, she couldn't have any more children, and that was that.

Because of this, Yu Feng always felt she had let her uncle down, that not being able to carry on the Li family line was a great regret. She treated me like her own son, even more so than her cousin. She would secretly cook for me behind her uncle's back, giving me the best food. When her uncle wasn't home, she would come to keep me company, cuddling me to sleep. She was the only warmth in my miserable days; only she could warm my heart.

"Yu Feng, I'm so sorry. That night, I was just too impulsive. I couldn't control myself and did something so beastly. I really regret it. Please forgive me!" My face was pained as I followed her closely, helping her with her work while pleading for forgiveness.

She remained silent, her face dark, only twisting the corn harder, leaving a trail of crooked corn in her wake, as if Big Yellow had walked by.

It seemed she was truly angry. Usually, when I misbehaved and angered her, a little pitiful behavior and an apology would appease her, but this time I had gone too far and really provoked her.

"Yu Feng!" I drawled, reaching out to grab her hand, resorting to my usual charm, a surefire way to win her over. Unfortunately, it failed this time. Heh, thinking about it, I'm all grown up now; the power of that tactic has greatly diminished. If anyone else saw it, they'd definitely get goosebumps.

"Slap!" She slapped my hand away, still ignoring me. I finally understood; this time, she was truly angry. So I stopped talking and just silently followed behind her, helping her with the work. Sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

We remained silent, working on our tasks. I knew I couldn't rush things; I needed to let her calm down gradually, so I wasn't in a hurry to speak, just focused on the work – a tactic called playing hard to get. The oppressive atmosphere

lasted until noon. Because I had worked hard and quickly, I had already harvested all the corn from her two acres. I had even cut down the corn stalks with my sickle, just waiting for Dahuang to haul them home.

By then, it was midday, and very hot. Yu Feng's clothes were plain and thin, making the cornfield stuffy, and the corn leaves always seemed to be in unexpected places, which was annoying. As for me, because of my different constitution, although I felt the heat, I didn't sweat much. But she was different; she quickly became drenched in sweat, her clothes almost completely soaked. I felt both sorry for her and a little tempted.

Sweat clung to her clothes, revealing her slender yet alluring figure. Her shoulders were narrow, and her back formed a beautiful curve, making me hard. This must be what they call sexy.

Her breasts were large, and I knew their size and firmness intimately. Thinking of the breasts I had touched before, my desire surged even stronger. Her waist was slender; it was rare to see such a thin waist here. The women in the village usually had thicker waists, probably from working in the fields. This slender waist made her already small buttocks appear large. When she walked, swaying her hips, she exuded endless charm. All of this fueled the burning fire within me.

Perhaps noticing my intense gaze, her face flushed slightly, adding a touch of alluring beauty to her already fair complexion. Was this the dignified and virtuous Yu Feng of the past? How could she act like a young girl? That shyness was unique to young women, captivating and seductive. I could even see the blush spreading from her neck to her chest, and I really wanted to pull back her blanket to see if her breasts were red too.

I brought Dahuang over, and Xiaolang ran over as well. When it saw Yufeng, it wagged its tail and rubbed against her. It was fierce and aggressive towards everyone else, but it was incredibly kind to Yufeng, always very affectionate. Yufeng also loved its intelligence. Whenever her uncle had guests at home, she would give it the leftovers. Xiaolang appreciated this, never even glancing at other people's food, let alone eating it. It trusted whatever Yufeng gave it.

After cuddling with Xiaolang for a while, Yufeng's expression softened, turning from a gloomy cloud to a parted one. At my insistence, she rested to the side while I loaded the truck.

Two acres of corn couldn't possibly fit in one truck; we had to load as much as we could, using corn and rice stalks to block the sides of the truck as we loaded the corn.

I wasn't sweating or tired, but at this moment I had to play the victim, not try to be a hero. So I used my inner energy to force myself to sweat, and even pretended to be dizzy and panting.

As expected of a woman who cares about me, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Zixing, take a break. Nobody's forcing you!" Although her tone was harsh, she finally spoke.

I hurriedly said, panting, "Yufeng, I...I'm not tired, it's okay, just...just a little while longer..." Saying this, I quickly resumed my efforts, even more vigorously than before.

Suddenly, I saw Yufeng's face turn red again. I felt inexplicably confused. Had I said something I shouldn't have?

My penis was still hard, a tent pitched, and I couldn't hide it from anyone. She was so close; she must have seen everything clearly.

I saw her eyes occasionally stealing glances at my crotch, pretending not to care, which made my penis even harder.

Soon, I finished loading the cart and prepared to go home. We sat on either side of it. She didn't say much, just stroked Big Yellow, making it so that Big Yellow couldn't keep its eyes open while pulling the cart. I felt a pang of jealousy towards it. I suddenly thought, how wonderful it would be if she could stay quietly by my side forever.

Perhaps this was a thought that had always lingered in my heart: if one day she were with me, in my home, treating me like a mother or a daughter-in-law, just the two of us, never to be apart again, she would cook for me, wash me, warm my bed, and I could touch her breasts and hold her as I fell asleep sweetly—how wonderful that would be! As I was lost in these

fantasies, I suddenly felt something was amiss. I quickly regained my composure and noticed a carriage rushing up the hill. The road was narrow, only wide enough for one carriage at a time; two carriages couldn't pass side by side. In city parlance, it was a one-way street. The carriage was moving very fast, and by the time I noticed it, it was already quite a distance away.

I noticed the carriage was empty; it must have been a frightened horse. Horses like that are terrifying; they kick anyone they see and are completely uncontrollable. The only option is to follow behind it and catch it when it's tired. Trying to force it is extremely difficult!

At that moment, I disregarded everything else and dragged Yu Feng over. She was too terrified to move and let me hold her. I didn't even bother to enjoy her petite, fragrant body; I just stared intently at the carriage, calling for Da Huang to go to the field by the roadside. Thankfully, Da Huang obeyed and quickly went to the field. However, there's no escaping this. The horse, seemingly possessed, charged at me with a deep-seated hatred. I could see its reddened eyes, gleaming with madness.

A surge of anger welled up inside me; the resentment from Yu Feng's cold treatment that morning flared up. I thought bitterly, "You beast! How dare you mess with me! I'll teach you a lesson!"

I put Yu Feng back on the carriage and shouted, "Hold on tight! Don't get off!"

I got off the carriage, ignoring Yu Feng's calls, and secretly gathered my strength. When the carriage came, it was right in front of me in the blink of an eye, glaring fiercely. Just as it was about to crash into me, I dodged to the side and punched it hard in the side, but I couldn't avoid the carriage and was hit, falling to the ground.

I heard a scream: "Zixing, no!"

It was Yu Feng's voice. I saw her stumble and run off the carriage through the dust it kicked up, rushing towards me, just as frightened as the horse had been earlier.

She rushed over and hugged me tightly, asking anxiously, "Zixing, where did you get hurt? Does it hurt?"

Her words were incoherent, her face full of anxiety, and she looked like she was about to cry. A warm feeling rose in my heart, and my eyes stung. I forced a smile and said, "Yufeng, I'm fine. I just got hit by the carriage."

Seeing that I was alright, she suddenly hugged me tightly, pulling my head into her arms. It was so tight that I could hardly breathe. My head was enveloped by her soft, fragrant breasts, and I could hear her heart beating rapidly.

I finally couldn't breathe anymore and struggled a little before she let go. I saw that her face was covered in tears. She released me and punched my back hard, saying, "You naughty boy, always showing off, always showing off! Don't you know you're asking for death? Tell me! Do you dare to do it again?" Her eyes were wide open, her face was pale, and her lips were trembling.

I knew she was quite frightened by me. Although she hit me, I felt a warmth in my heart, as if I had returned to the past.

I've been very naughty since I was little, and it only got worse after my parents left. Yu Feng was very good to me, but also very strict. Sometimes when I was too naughty, she would scold me and hit me. I knew she meant well, so I didn't fight back. She would cry while hitting me, as if she was angry with me. I would feel guilty instead. When she hit me, I would convince myself with the saying "hitting is affection, scolding is love." I wasn't angry at all; instead, I felt happy, knowing that someone still cared about me, that I wasn't an unwanted child.

Today, she hit me again. She seemed genuinely frightened. In the past two years, she has rarely hit me. Firstly, I've grown up, and she can reason with me now. Secondly, I'm not as naughty as I was when I was little.

Her tears flowed again. At that moment, she exuded something deep within me that I wanted to hold in my arms and protect carefully. I wished I could hold her in my arms forever and never let go. So I hugged her tightly and said, "Yu Feng, I'll never do it again."

Her agitation gradually subsided, and she sighed, saying, "Alas, I must have owed you in my past life, that's why you're tormenting me in this one."

I didn't say anything, just held her, feeling the fragrance emanating from her petite yet voluptuous body. My already softened erection hardened again, and I hugged her tighter and tighter, as if I wanted to crush her. She didn't struggle, perhaps still recovering from the shock.

Suddenly, I lost my balance, and we both fell into the field. She began to struggle, so I had to let go.

She hurriedly got up, hastily straightening her clothes, her face flushed, and said, "Get up quickly, look, why is that horse lying there?"

Only then did I notice that not far ahead, two people were squatting beside the crazed carriage. The horse was lying on the ground, bleeding from its mouth.

I knew that the horse was finished. Horses can't lie down; lying down means they're not normal. Even when they sleep, they stand up, at most rolling around on the ground a couple of times.

I walked over and looked at it. Its eyes had lost their earlier frenzied gleam; they were now gazing sadly at its owner, Wei Shichang, who was squatting beside it. Wei was an honest man, a respected figure in the village, known for his skillful hands and ability to do almost anything, especially farming. He held a high position in the village. His love for horses was legendary, and seeing the horse's pitiful state broke his heart. He muttered to himself, "What to do? What can I do?"

Looking at his wrinkled face, my heart softened.

I asked, "Uncle, what's wrong with the horse?"

He turned to me, a bitter smile on his face. "I don't know what happened," he said. "It suddenly went berserk when I tried to pull some corn, and now it's like this. What happened?"

I asked, "Was it frightened? Or did it eat something?"

He didn't seem to care to talk to me, just shook his head, staring at the lying horse, tears welling in his eyes. Sigh, it's hard for someone as weathered as him to shed tears. I felt a pang of guilt; I shouldn't have hurt the horse. If I had known it was Uncle Wei's horse, I would never have hit it. I've always been grateful to Uncle Wei; he's helped me so much. I remember when I first lost my parents, a bachelor bullied me on the street, and Uncle Wei couldn't stand it and gave him a good scolding. I remember every single one of those things.

I went to the horse, squatted down, and touched the spot where I had punched it. It was sunken in; it was where its ribs were. I had probably broken its ribs, and it was in so much pain it couldn't move.

I've been practicing qigong for years. Although I'm not familiar with fist and foot techniques, my internal strength is quite considerable. I can project my internal energy outwards, and with enough power, I can strike objects through the air, shattering stones half a meter away. Treating Wei Sanzi was just an experiment, but I already had this experience. Now that I see Uncle Wei so heartbroken, of course I have to try anything, even if it seems hopeless.

I channeled my inner energy into my palm to examine its injuries. Thankfully, it really did have two broken ribs embedded in its belly. I used my internal energy to draw the ribs back into place, gently and slowly putting them back in their original positions, while simultaneously channeling energy into its other hand to alleviate its pain. It took a great deal of effort, as I couldn't move too quickly and had to move it slowly, which was very strenuous and required constant output of internal energy. It took a long time to complete the task.

Many people gathered around to watch, offering verbal comfort to Uncle Wei or offering their opinions. They had noticed my actions, seeing me with my eyes closed, hands pressed against the horse's belly, my face gradually turning pale. Curious, I opened my eyes, finding myself drenched in sweat and looking unwell. Just as I was about to speak, the horse began to move, shaking its head and kicking its legs, and actually stood up.

The people around gasped in surprise. They knew that if a horse lay down, it meant it was going to die. Because we had no medicine or veterinarian here, a sick horse could only wait to die. In this rural area, a horse was an indispensable member of the family; without it, almost all farm work would come to a standstill.

Uncle Wei was overjoyed, and the tears he had held back in his grief finally fell.

The horse seemed to know it had escaped death, nudging Uncle Wei affectionately with its mouth. Uncle Wei was as happy as a child. The people around exclaimed in amazement, asking Uncle Wei what had happened. I quickly reminded him, "Uncle, don't let the horse move too much. Its ribs are broken. I just set them. When we get home, we'll prop it up with wood. It needs to rest for a few days."

Uncle Wei smiled so broadly his eyes narrowed, repeatedly saying, "Good, good, good."

I felt utterly exhausted, my whole body felt like it was falling apart. I knew I had overexerted myself and needed to recover immediately. I quickly slipped away from the crowd, got into Big Yellow's cart, and headed down the mountain.

Yu Feng followed and sat beside me.

My lust had long since vanished; I was mentally exhausted and longed to lie down and sleep.

My energy waned, and I almost fell asleep, but I managed to overcome the drowsiness with willpower. Ignoring everyone else, I got out of the car, found a cornfield, and sat cross

-legged to practice my internal energy. Later, Yu Feng, who became one of my secret wives, said that she saw me sway and find a cornfield, sit down like the Buddha, and then make different hand gestures with my hands. It was strange, but also very beautiful. Watching me sit with my eyes closed, I looked quite solemn and dignified, which made her afraid to move.

I was actually practicing qigong, specifically dynamic qigong. I've learned two types of qigong: static and dynamic. Static qigong involves stillness, forming hand mudras, and sitting in meditation. Dynamic qigong isn't practiced in the same way. It also involves sitting in meditation, but without meditation. It emphasizes finding stillness within movement, constantly forming hand mudras. Through these mudras, one absorbs the energy of heaven and earth and transforms it into one's own. The hand mudras are like forms that resonate with certain energies in the universe, allowing energy to be quickly absorbed into the body.

Dynamic qigong is very difficult; it requires you to have hundreds or even thousands of hand mudras memorized and able to use them freely and without hindrance. Even the slightest hesitation will lead to failure, or even danger. Fortunately,

I've focused intently on practicing for the past few years, free from distractions, which has allowed me to barely use this method.

It was indeed wondrous. I felt a surge of intense heat enter through my Heavenly Gate, flowing into my Pride Wheel. With different hand seals, it flowed from different meridians back into my Pride Wheel, making my whole body feel warm and full of energy. I finished my practice and stood up, feeling refreshed and even more energetic than before. Opening my eyes, I saw Yu Feng staring intently at me with her delicate eyes, which made me feel very uncomfortable. I said, "Yu Feng?"

She snapped out of her reverie, blushed slightly, and quickly said, "Yes, are you alright?"

I said, "I'm fine. I was just a little tired. I'll be fine after a rest."

"Well, okay then, let's go." She seemed hesitant to speak. I knew she was curious, but I was too embarrassed to ask, and I wanted to keep her in suspense, so I pretended not to notice and got into the car to go home.

Sitting in the car, I felt my mind was unusually excited. Looking at her slender body, I felt incredibly hard, but I didn't pay attention to it; it was probably just my lust.

We arrived at my uncle's house.

My uncle is now the richest man in the village, and his house is the most luxurious—a stone-tiled house with an imposing gate that gives off a sense of oppression. These past few years, I haven't visited his house unless absolutely necessary. Firstly, I don't want to see him, and secondly, I find his doorstep too high, giving off an arrogant and domineering vibe.

I parked the car in front of the house and started unloading. His yard was large enough to comfortably hold all the corn. Just then, two elderly people came out of the yard. They were quite plump and in good spirits. These were my maternal grandparents. While other elderly people in the village are very thin, they were quite well-off, a testament to my uncle's filial piety. They always held their heads high in public, feeling very proud!

I don't have any particular fondness for them because they weren't there when I needed them most.

They were very welcoming, overjoyed to see me. They pulled me aside, asking all sorts of questions and stuffing things into my arms—candy, fruit, and so on. These were for the village children, rare treats. Most families could barely afford to feed themselves; they couldn't afford snacks for the children. Besides, even if they wanted to, they might not be able to find them; they could only buy them at the market.

Although I wasn't particularly close to them, I was touched by their enthusiasm and smiled back. Besides, my mother and grandmother looked remarkably alike, so I had to give my mother face, even if it meant going against my grandmother's wishes.

After a while, we started working. The elderly couple went out, saying they were going to sit and chat under the willow trees by the river and wouldn't be back for lunch.

After unloading the truck, we went to my uncle's house.

His house was spacious, with three rooms in a row. The middle room was the living room, and there was a unique sofa—a rare find in the village. It was soft and very comfortable. My uncle and Yufeng lived in the east room, and my grandfather and grandfather lived in the west room. It was a large room with a set of furniture, neat and luxurious.

Of course, I stayed at her house for lunch. Yu Feng's cooking was superb; I never tired of her dishes, and besides, I had ulterior motives.

So I sat in the living room watching TV. I rarely watch TV anymore; I used to watch it often when I was a child, but I haven't watched it for two or three years now. The show was the TV series "Romance of the Three Kingdoms," specifically the episode about discussing heroes over wine.

But as I watched, I felt my body getting hotter and hotter, and my lower body became incredibly hard. I didn't see Yu Feng, which was very abnormal. Forgetting about the TV, I sat down and focused my attention. A chill ran down my spine; my cultivation had gone

wrong. Today, I had exhausted my internal energy. If I had used stillness exercises, I could have advanced my cultivation to a higher level; if I had used movement exercises, the effects would have been faster. But the mistake was that I had chosen to practice at noon, when the energy between heaven and earth was at its most yang. Normally, it wouldn't have been a problem; I could have quickly assimilated it. But I chose to absorb this yang energy when my internal energy was exhausted. Without internal energy to assimilate it, I ended up in this situation—a burning yang fire.

A wave of intense heat enveloped me, and I quickly ran to Yu Feng's lap, sat cross-legged, and began practicing my internal energy cultivation. Unfortunately, my mind was in turmoil, preventing me from achieving complete meditation, and engaging in internal energy cultivation was like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Hot! Hot! I was unbearably hot, so I hurriedly ran to the well in the courtyard, scooped out a basin of water from the water vat, and poured it over my head. The instant coolness brought me back to my senses, but the heat returned, surging uncontrollably. I panicked, knowing I had encountered the most dreaded step for practitioners: qi deviation! I could only keep pouring water over myself; in no time, the vat of water was empty, yet the heat seemed to be getting even hotter.

At this moment, Yu Feng came out of the room wearing an apron, looking worried. She grabbed my hand that was holding the basin and asked, "Zixing, what's wrong? What happened?"

I noticed that the heat in the place where she was holding me had lessened considerably. I suddenly realized how stupid I had been. I hadn't thought of this method. The woman's yin energy was now like a magic pill. The combination of yin and yang would surely solve the problem!

I quickly let go of the pot, grabbed Yu Feng's rough but soft little hand, and said, "Yu Feng, save me!"

She was probably frightened by my appearance, her face turning pale again. She said anxiously, "Zixing, what's wrong now? Why do you always scare me? You'll be relieved if you scare Yu Feng to death! Tell me, what happened?"

I held her hand, which she probably didn't notice, but it was much more effective for me than watering. I explained my situation to her and finally said, "Yu Feng, only you can save me."

Her expression was complicated, constantly changing, making my heart pound. Finally, she had a resolute expression, with a kind of fearlessness, and said, "Okay, but this time it's to save you. This is the last time. Can you promise?"

I immediately said, "There won't be a next time!" Actually, I played a little trick, similar to the "the bird will build its nest tomorrow" trick. Tomorrow is always tomorrow, or you could come up with another way: no next time, but there will be a second time, a third time, countless times! I think I'm really bad!

She locked the door first and silently went inside. I was already dry, so I could tell my body temperature was low. I quickly followed her inside.

[Episode 1] Chapter 5: A Second Blossom

She sat on the sofa. The sofa was large enough to sleep four or five people. There was a wardrobe at the end of the sofa with blankets inside. She lowered her head, not speaking or looking at me. We sat there silently, the room filled with an atmosphere that stirred my heart.

"Yu Feng?"

"Yes."

"Yu Feng?"

"Yes.

" "Yu Ji...

" "Yu Feng!"

"Hmm, what?"

I kept changing my tone of voice with the words "Yu Feng" to express my desire. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer, but I didn't dare to be too forceful. I could only plead softly.

"I'm so hot, it might be about to flare up. Let's start quickly!" I pleaded, my face flushed.

Her dignified face instantly turned bright red, like two patches of red on a white cloth, revealing an unprecedented beauty.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, I understood that she was still too proud to admit it, after all, she was my aunt in terms of seniority. So I went over and sat down close to her, putting my arms around her. Her body was soft and cool; I could feel the coolness emanating from her through her clothes, like being immersed in a river in summer—it felt incredibly comfortable. The restless heat in my heart subsided, but another kind of fire rose from my lower abdomen, making me excited.

I held her tightly in my arms, pulling her close, and then fell onto the kang (heated brick bed), pressing her beneath me. I wanted to crush her and merge her into my body. Yu Feng didn't resist, obediently letting me hold her, her arms wrapped around my waist. I was still not satisfied; I wanted to possess her completely, so I tried to kiss her lips with my big mouth. But she dodged left and right, refusing to let me kiss her, softly saying no.

This fueled my possessiveness even more. I wrapped my legs around her lower body and my arms around her upper body, only her head could move. She could only shake her head to dodge, making it difficult to catch her. I could only use my hands to hold her face and force a kiss.

Her slightly dry lips and fragrant tongue aroused my heart. I kissed her fiercely, wanting to suck all the moisture from her mouth, to suck her tongue in, to become one with her. I do

n't know how long it lasted, but I felt tired. I opened my mouth to take a breath and began to take off her clothes. By this time, she had gone limp, as if she had no bones. However, her blouse had many buttons, making it very difficult to remove. In anger, I ripped it off, revealing her shirt, a white silk vest, which made her fair skin even more alluring.

I pulled down my vest, revealing her white breasts. Her nipples were still red, just like when I touched them as a child. I pounced on them, one in each hand, playing with her two white breasts. I'd always wanted to touch these breasts; how wonderful it would be to sleep with them in my hands! Now I could finally touch them again, and I was completely captivated, utterly satisfied.

I kneaded them vigorously, and Yu Feng let out gasps, like the sounds of a cold winter day, occasionally punctuated by soft moans. The sounds were so sweet they made my heart itch. Her cheeks were flushed, and she lost her usual dignified beauty, becoming alluring and seductive. Her soft body writhed like a snake, her legs twisting tightly, as if in great discomfort. I pressed myself against her, almost being thrown off.

I called softly, "Yu Feng, Yu Feng."

She seemed even more shy at my call, but didn't answer. A feeling of satisfied exhilaration filled me; I wanted to burst into laughter. I called even more enthusiastically, and she scolded me angrily, "You little rascal, stop calling me!" Her flushed face was indescribably alluring.

I became aroused, feeling an unbearable urge. I hurriedly went to untie her belt. In the countryside, people's belts are just a strip of cloth tied in a knot, easy to untie. Just grab the loop and pull. She cooperated, allowing me to pull down her pants, along with her underwear. She quickly covered her genitals, revealing only a few strands of hair, which I couldn't look away from. The dark, shiny hair contrasted against her snow-white skin, making my blood boil.

Her legs were straight and white, like two lotus roots, tender and white, making me want to take a bite. She was neither too thin nor too plump, very fit; you could even see the muscles and bones underneath when she strained. Her buttocks were perky, and when her legs were straight, there were two small dimples. I never imagined Yu Feng had such a good figure. I hurriedly pulled down my pants, my erection, like a red-hot iron rod, was standing there. When Yu Feng saw it, she quickly turned her head away, her face burning red. I eagerly tried to use it to penetrate Yu Feng's lower opening, but unexpectedly encountered a pair of hands. I cried out, "Yu Feng!"

Yu Feng shyly removed her hands, closed her eyes, and blushed deeply.

I felt like I'd been granted a pardon, picked up her two tender white thighs and placed them on my waist, then thrust them into her wet opening.

"Oh..." we both made sounds simultaneously.

I felt my burning iron rod being immersed in warm water, a cool warmth that seeped into my bones, a kind of exhilarating sensation. All the heat in my body seemed to find an outlet, rushing there.

"Oh, so hot!" Yu Feng groaned, shaking her head vigorously. Her hair was disheveled, a few strands obscuring her face, making her even more alluring.

I moved. Her hole was shallow; I couldn't penetrate all the way in before reaching the bottom, encountering a soft mass of flesh pressing against it, as if there was another layer of opening, a hidden paradise. I quickly thrust there.

Yu Feng, as if feverish, hurriedly cried out to stop me, "No, it's all the way in!"

I didn't investigate further, stopping there, then pulling out and thrusting in again, thoroughly enjoying myself. After only a few thrusts, Yu Feng couldn't take it anymore, letting out a scream, completely unlike her usual gentle self. Her body convulsed, trembling and contracting, clenching like a child's hand, spurting out a stream of warm water that poured onto my burning iron rod, yet a cool sensation flowed upwards, into my navel.

Overjoyed, I quickly changed positions, picked her up, and sat cross-legged, letting her sit on top of me. She held me close, completely at my mercy, her eyes still hazy. I aimed at her opening and pressed down hard on her naked body, all the way in at once.

"Ugh, no!" She tried to jump up, but I held her down firmly. "No!" She pounded her back desperately, trying to get me to let go. I felt my thing being enveloped by a fleshy sheath, it felt incredibly good. I used my arms to restrain her upper body and thrust my lower body into her forcefully. "No!" Her scream became even sharper, her body arching back, head tilted back, chest thrusting forward, mouth wide open, trying to scream but unable to make a sound. After a few seconds, her body went limp, and she squirted again.

I suppressed my lust, daring not to indulge myself any longer, otherwise she wouldn't be able to handle it. Losing too much yin energy is extremely harmful to

the body. Although I didn't get enough pleasure, I had already achieved my goal. I didn't expect Yu Feng to be so easily aroused. She wasn't like this last time. Could it be because I was too yang? I put Yu Feng down and saw that the area beneath her was soaked. I quickly took out two quilts from the wardrobe and laid one on her and covered her with the other. Although it was noon, it was already autumn, and the heat was mixed with coolness. If I wasn't careful, she could easily catch a cold, especially since she was at her weakest right now.

I got off the bed naked, found a towel, and lifted the quilt to wipe her sweat, especially her lower body. I wiped and wiped, and even stroked it for a while, until it got wet again. Her face was also very red, and she turned cold. But I wasn't afraid of her and continued to act recklessly. She couldn't do anything about it. She got wet and dried, then got wet again. Fortunately, she was exhausted. After wiping her, I wrapped her in the quilt again and opened the window to let in some fresh air.

I lay down beside her, holding her in my arms. By then, she was helpless against me and could only obediently let me do as I pleased. She was covered by the blanket, only her head was showing. I tidied the messy hairs on her forehead, kissed her forehead, and then ran my hands through her hair, stroking it quietly without saying a word. This was something I learned from a book: after sex, a woman needs comfort and care; it's very important, it makes a woman feel loved.

Sure enough, Yu Feng calmed down and fell asleep. She slept like a little girl, with a sweet smile on her face. I really wanted to be with her forever, holding her like this. My uncle must have another woman outside, and he probably won't treat Yu Feng very well. Thinking of this, I felt a mix of joy and anger. After a while of these random thoughts, I remembered I needed to practice my martial arts.

I ran to my maternal grandmother's room and sat cross-legged on the altar to refine Yu Feng's yin energy. The effect was good; my yang energy had almost completely dissipated, and with the addition of yin energy, the two energies gradually merged without me realizing it, transforming into a pure aura that circulated through my three meridians and four chakras, booming like thunder.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my maternal grandmother, maternal grandfather, and Yu Feng. They looked surprised, as if they were astonished to see me awake.

My grandfather spoke: "Zixing, your eyes are frightening, so bright!"

I suddenly realized that it must be because I had just finished my practice, causing my internal energy to overflow, which manifested as a bright, piercing light in my eyes.

Yu Feng said, "Dad, he knows qigong!" I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I felt a slight difference in Yu Feng's tone, as if a wife were talking about her husband. Before, she would have said "Zixing knows qigong," not the word "he." I was secretly delighted.

Grandpa, upon hearing this, tilted his head and looked at me closely, laughing, "Hehe, our grandson is quite the qigong master! I didn't realize!"

Grandma, upon hearing this, was very unhappy and said, "You old fool, didn't you see how scary Zixing looked when he opened his eyes just now? Can you do it? Show me! You're such a stubborn old man!" Grandpa immediately shut up.

Like mother, like daughter; it seems Mom's dominance over Dad is no excuse, it's genetics, she can't control that.

After finishing dinner and leaving Uncle's house, Little Wolf and Big Yellow were already quite impatient. Big Yellow was gnawing on the tree in front of Uncle's house, while Little Wolf sat in the middle of the doorway, watching the passersby intently, treating the place like his own home.

I returned home, took a cool shower, feeling refreshed, and then lay down on the sofa to read. I hadn't finished "The Red and the Black" yet; a classic is a classic, more readable than ordinary novels. When I read, especially novels, I can read several a day. My reading speed is incredibly fast, probably due to my high level of concentration and faster-than-average thinking.

I tend to read a book three times in a row. The first reading is crucial; it gives you inspiration or insights, similar to a first impression—direct and impactful. The second reading is also important; you gain more from your own discoveries, experiencing many surprises and moments of sudden realization. The essence is mostly found in these two readings, where you can maintain a calm mind, unlike the first reading where your emotions are easily swayed by the book. Hehe, just a little tip, but I later discovered that this habit is incredibly profound and a major secret to my success.

I already know the ending of *The Red and the Black*, so I'm not in a hurry to read it; savoring it slowly is also a pleasure.

It's still quite warm now, so I don't need a blanket; I just spread it out under me. Although it's not as comfortable as the sofa at my uncle's house, it's still quite nice. The window faces south, and when I open it, a gentle breeze blows in. I can feel the soft wind blowing through my damp hair—it's truly refreshing.

I was leisurely reading when, after some time, someone knocked on the door. The howling of a small wolf woke me. I went to open it, and there were three people standing there: one man and two women. The man was burly, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, and exuded an imposing aura. It was my best friend, Da Niu.

This kid is now in high school—that's incredible! Historically, very few people from our village have gone to high school. Most dropped out of elementary school and went home to help with farm work. In short, the school was just a babysitting place. The

fact that most villagers didn't go to high school isn't the children's fault; the root cause lies with the adults. They haven't fully grasped the importance of education, and this careless attitude directly affects the children. Naturally, their grades aren't good, and poor grades mean they have to go back to farming—a vicious cycle.

Da Niu, well, he was just incredibly lucky. His parents were quick to realize the importance of education, and his father, Li Baoquan, was a butcher, so the family had money and didn't need him to work the fields. Plus, with my guidance, he finally got into junior high and then high school.

So, he wanted to thank the country, the Party, his parents, and me. This kid was very obedient when he saw me, calling me

"Brother Xu" repeatedly, which made me feel a little nauseous. Before I knew it, he'd already uttered "Brother Xu." I laughed, "Da Niu, oh, Li Fugui, what brings you back?" Since we were in front of two women, I naturally had to give him some face and couldn't call him by his nickname directly, although his full name wasn't exactly pleasant either.

I ignored his excited expression and looked at the two women, one older and one younger, both wearing dresses and beautiful. The younger one had slightly dark skin, almond-shaped eyes, and rosy cheeks, and was very energetic; she was clearly a feisty girl. The other woman had fair skin, wasn't particularly beautiful, but was very pretty, with a long neck that gave her an elegant and graceful air. What caught my attention most was her eyes, which resembled my mother's—so full of spirit, captivating me.

Both women were very nervous, their faces pale, probably frightened by the little wolf.

Da Niu hurriedly said, "Brother Xu, this is Song Siya, the teacher who will be assigned to our village school. This is my classmate Zhang Jing. She just got off work and came back to see you."

I called Xiao Lang over and let them into the house. I saw the two women looking around curiously, like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden. They didn't know what was so interesting about my humble place.

Entering my room, there were no chairs, so I had to sit on the kang (heated brick bed). Luckily, my kang was big enough. Once settled, I laughed and said, "Kid, you're really something now! I should call you Scholar Li!"

Da Niu said, "Hehe, no matter how good I am, I'm still a fool in front of Brother Xu."

I was pleased, but I remained humble on the surface, saying, "Don't say that, I can't accept it. People change a lot in a few days. You're different now than before. Don't pretend in front of me. Tell me, how was school?"

Zhang Jing chimed in, "Him? He's really good. He's always ranked first in our class!"

I was surprised. I hadn't expected this kid to become so capable. Back then, he was as dumb as a rock.

Da Niu said, "It's nothing. I'm like this now because I learned so much from Brother Xu. It's benefited me for life."

We chatted about their school days, about the rich people he had met, and about the city. It filled me with longing, and my resentment was completely ignited. Although my heart was churning with emotion, I maintained a calm facade—a skill in itself. Calming myself, I noticed Song Siya's eyes were fixed on my bookshelf, barely paying attention to our conversation. I knew she loved reading.

I asked Da Niu why a teacher had been assigned to the village, only to learn that another village teacher had run away.

Our village teachers change roughly every two years; they can't bear the poverty here, nor the children's indifference to learning. It's a miracle they last two years. The current teacher is a young man, refined and knowledgeable, but unfortunately, he lacks resilience and keeps running away.

Looking at the elegant woman sitting before me, I couldn't help but wonder if she would leave too.

Judging from Da Niu and Zhang Jing's expressions, it wasn't hard to guess that the young man was in love. Perhaps this was very important in the city, but for Da Niu's parents, understanding the positive and negative consequences of this situation was a difficult task. I imagine they were quite pleased, proud that their son was exceptional, finding such a good wife so early.

Song Siya picked up the copy of *The Red and the Black* that I had placed on Wu's head and started reading.

Da Niu said, "Sister Siya, if you like books, you're in luck. Brother Xu has quite a few books."

Song Siya looked up and smiled, "I didn't expect Brother Xu to have so many books. I wonder if I could borrow them?" Her smile had a melting quality, as if light emanated from her hands; it was very captivating.

I smiled faintly, "Of course, it's rare to find someone who likes my books." Actually, I wasn't very willing. I'm generous with other things, but I don't lend books to others, but I couldn't refuse her.

Perhaps it was the captivating radiance of her smile, or perhaps it was because she looked like my mother.

Finally, Da Niu revealed his true purpose: because Song Siya was new here and a woman, the village thugs would surely bully her, so he wanted me to protect her.

In the past, several young female teachers were harassed by local thugs. They complained several times, but to no avail. Even the respected elders in the village couldn't control them, and they eventually ran away. Although the villagers were indignant, they didn't value education much, and they didn't dare to stand up for themselves. They couldn't afford to offend these hooligans; they were very difficult to deal with and had many tricks up their sleeves. They would throw stones at people's homes, dump excrement and urine on them, set fire to haystacks, feed cows croton oil, and uproot crops—any one of these tricks would be enough to cause a lot of trouble.

I nodded in agreement and asked Da Niu to pass on a message, saying that Song Siya was my relative. I thought that these hooligans wouldn't dare to mess with her if they had any sense.

They didn't leave until evening. Before leaving, I gave Song Siya a bamboo flute, which I made myself, specifically for summoning the wolf cub. It has a high-pitched sound; it doesn't take much effort to produce a piercing shriek that the wolf cub can hear from a great distance. If I play it at school, the wolf cub will definitely hear it here.

But my heart couldn't find peace. Looking at Da Niu, then at myself, I felt I couldn't continue living such a mediocre life; I should do something.

I'd read many books on economics, but I couldn't apply them to reality. I thought for a long time, and there was only one way: to start by growing vegetables.

Growing vegetables does make money, but why do so many people grow vegetables yet no one becomes rich? There's only one answer: not enough scale.

Most people only grow one or two acres, content with making a little money, not daring to grow too much. The mystery behind this is profound.

A great man once said, "Liberate your mind," and there's an old saying, "The bolder you are, the more wealth you will have," which perfectly captures the essence of this matter.

Earning 100 yuan per mu (unit of land area) means earning 1000 yuan per ten mu. It's an easy way of thinking, but people don't think this way. They believe that losing 10 yuan per mu is the maximum loss, but losing 100 yuan per ten mu means losing 100 yuan.

Therefore, they dare not take big risks; they only want to earn a small amount to get by. In industry terms, it's about "risk." People are afraid to take too much risk, after all, it concerns the livelihood of their entire family.

This answer came to me after much thought. I kept wondering why, out of so many people in the village, only my uncle's family became wealthy, while everyone else barely had enough to eat. Was it because my uncle had gone to school? Or was there some other reason?

Finally, I read a book called "Think and Get Rich," which greatly inspired me, and I came up with this answer.

So, I made up my mind to expand my vegetable farming. Anyway, I'm single, so I'm not afraid of being broke. At worst, I'll lose everything. Besides, I have some skills, so I won't starve.

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