Young men and women in the Lower Canal

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The full-moon celebration for Li Yue'e's daughter, Jin Gu, was on the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, and Zheng Daguang and Wang Mingfen's wedding banquet was also on
the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month. This put everyone in the Quan Yuejin production team in a dilemma: which
family should they attend the banquet at? The production team leader, Zhao Yongtian, was especially indignant. No matter how big or small the occasion,
if Zhao Yongtian wasn't present, who would dare to hold a banquet? And who would dare sit at the table? Of course, if a
family could invite a brigade cadre to attend, that was a different story.
Besides, Zhao Yongtian's thoughts were actually the same as everyone else's. In the twelfth lunar month,
there wasn't much food, unlike spring when fresh wild vegetables were plentiful; unlike summer when catching a handful of clams
or small fish and shrimp in the river could satisfy a craving; and unlike autumn, the harvest season when fruits and pears filled the orchards, and
it was perfectly acceptable to get a couple to eat. But in winter, apart from the wheat seedlings clinging to the mud, everything
was a withered yellow. Even the livestock of the farmers were kept in the cowshed, chewing on dry straw, without a single bite of green
fodder. How much more so for the people?
This is no joke; in those days, livestock were indeed more precious than people.
Livestock were collective property, large agricultural implements. The production team had a clear record of how many cows and horses they owned, their condition
, in the brigade accountant's books, and even the commune kept a record. No one dared to slaughter them arbitrarily. If any
cow or horse grew old, sick, or collapsed, a report had to be submitted. Only after the brigade and commune cadres arrived to
inspect and verify, confirming that no class enemies had poisoned them, could they be butchered and the meat cooked.
As the saying goes, "Once the twelfth lunar month arrives, even yellow earth becomes three parts more expensive," referring to the scarcity of food in winter, making it precious
and forcing people to often go hungry. But now, just when everyone was starving,
two banquets suddenly appeared, leaving everyone in a dilemma.
In the customs of the Xiahe River area, a baby's one-month celebration is absolutely essential. It's the baby's first day
out to the world, and only on this day can the baby be brought out to see people. Newlyweds in their postpartum period are considered unclean, a "red person,"
and cannot get out of bed or visit others casually—that would be a major taboo. The baby's skin is delicate, and the body is
frail; it's even more important not to take the baby out into the wind. Not only children, but even adults in this area tend to endure illness rather than
go to the hospital, and the village's barefoot doctor is unreliable in case of serious illness.
Therefore, after the baby's one-month celebration, everything returns to normal. The baby can be brought out to bask in the sun, and
more people come to visit, and even the poorest people will be treated to a meal, let alone those who come to offer congratulations. Gradually,
a custom formed: on the day a child was born, regardless of whether it was a boy or a girl, the family would always hold a feast
. Each family would send a representative, who would arrive at noon, and the whole village would joyfully celebrate.
The Yuejin Production Team was small, with only about thirty households. Because they were poor, girls from outside the village were unwilling to marry into
the family. So, the village would resolve the issue itself: Zhang San's daughter would marry Li Si's daughter, Li Si's daughter would marry Wang Wu's daughter,
and Wang Wu's daughter would marry Zhang San's daughter, eventually becoming a series of remarriages. Such a feast often resulted in
several marriages.
As for wedding feasts, there's not much to say; the customs are generally the same everywhere. However, the dishes on the table must be
much more lavish. Six large bowls of chicken, duck, fish, and meat are absolutely essential; otherwise, people will gossip behind your back. The feast
is usually held in the evening. Besides the feast, there's also the custom of teasing the newlyweds in their bridal chamber! This is also a tradition
passed down for many years.
Since there were two banquets a day, one at noon and one in the evening, what was there to worry about?
There were still some issues:
First, the cost was a concern. The Yuejin production team had the lowest work point rate in the entire brigade, only one cent per work point. Even
a male laborer working himself to the bone for a year could only accumulate a maximum of four thousand work points, amounting to a mere four hundred
yuan a year. After deducting food and firewood, very few families had any money left over.
But for a baby's one-month celebration, a gift was necessary. One cent was a bit stingy, five cents
was too much, and two cents was always expected. Wedding banquets also had customs, usually involving a five-cent gift as a social obligation,
and everyone did this, so no one could complain.
But taking seven cents out of the house in one day was something every family had to carefully consider. Pork was only
74 cents a pound! That's enough to buy a whole pound of pork. How wonderful it would be to eat happily with my wife and kids!
But I couldn't just stay home and not go. Everyone else was going, and if I wasn't, people would call me a stingy
person. Being poor was one thing, but I had to be tough.
Secondly, I cared about my health. Since I'd paid for it, what reason was there not to eat my fill?
So, anyone attending the banquet definitely wouldn't eat breakfast at home that day; some even
went hungry the night before.
Going to a banquet and still foolishly stuffing yourself at home—wasn't that a waste? My wife
and kids would scold me too, "What are you doing going?
" Back then, eating was truly the most important thing.
Eating at a banquet is an art. One must be observant, attentive, and quick, steady
, and precise in their movements. Whatever the dish, grab it and immediately put it in your mouth, all while keeping your eyes on the table. A
dish is often devoured in a flash; a slow reaction means missing even a sip of soup
.
Since only one person from each family attends, the person sent to the banquet is usually the most capable and shrewd
. In some families, the husband is too weak, so the wife has to step in, not caring if the other women
call her a glutton.
Because the opponents at the table are generally evenly matched, everyone at the banquet can easily fill their stomachs
. Those with quick hands and eyes can even sneak a piece or two of chicken or meat into their pockets
to take home for their wives and children.
"You can eat, but you can't pocket it" is an old rule at the dinner table, an established custom. Being caught putting food in your pocket is incredibly
embarrassing.
After a good meal, your stomach feels much better for days. Of course, the work also has to be done better than at home.
People did more work, but everyone did it willingly. But now that they'd already eaten lunch, wouldn't eating again in the evening be
a waste? On the other hand, if they ate too much lunch, even the most delicious food in the evening wouldn't be palatable
. Not eating felt like a huge loss, so most of the village was in a dilemma.
Some people cried out indignation, "Tell them to change the date! That won't do!"
Others spoke up, "Nonsense! The date is set, how can it be changed? That's not proper."
"Captain Zhao, you have to handle this! You're a cadre, you should stand up for the villagers!" Some even passed
the buck to Zhao Yongtian .
"Just focus on your winter fertilizer, I'll talk to those two families tonight. You bunch of bastards, all you think about
is eating!" Zhao Yongtian snapped angrily.
That evening, Zhao Yongtian went to both Li Yue'e's and Zheng Daguang's houses, but was met with a cold shoulder.
He went to Li Yue'e's house first, muttering to himself that since this little rascal had gotten his hands on her, she was practically
one of his own and should obey. After all, Li Yue'e's family matters were minor; how could they compare to someone's lifelong happiness?
Giving in was understandable. The firecrackers for the full moon celebration would still be set off; delaying or bringing it up a couple of days earlier wouldn't be a problem. Besides, he'd raised
a little brat; she wasn't precious!
When Zhao Yongtian entered, it was just around the time for lunch. Seeing the team leader arrive, the honest and unassuming Tian Shouwang
discreetly hid by the stove to cook dinner.
Since the Qingming Festival, Zhao Yongtian's attitude towards Tian Shouwang's family had undergone a complete 180-degree turn.
At first, Tian Shouwang was puzzled. Later,
when Li Yue'e and Zhao Yongtian's wife, Chen Qiumei, were composting in the pond, they started arguing for some unknown reason. Chen Qiumei yelled at Li Yue'e, "You slut, you can't even hold back anymore!
You sold yourself for a few work points! I thought you were a gold digger!
" Li Yue'e retorted sarcastically, "Oh dear, you can't even control your own man, and you blame others.
You're a good woman, but when you see other men, don't you just stick your ass up high like a bitch? Even crows say magpies are
black, it's hilarious!
" Tian Shouwang, who was picking daylilies nearby, overheard the two women's argument and realized that his wife
was having an affair with another man, and that man was Zhao Yongtian.
Strangely enough, before Li Yue'e and Zhao Yongtian had anything going on, she always felt inferior to others
, especially afraid of Zhao Yongtian, as if she had done something wrong. Since he learned about his wife
's affair, he felt like an equal to others, daring to speak louder and
even participate in production team meetings, but he was still terrified of Zhao Yongtian.
Zhao Yongtian lifted the curtain and stepped into the room. He saw Li Yue'e sitting on the bed, a square scarf tied around her forehead
, wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket, her large, melon-like breasts exposed as she breastfed her child. Zhao Yongtian grinned and
leaned against the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch her breasts.
"Go away, you little devil, aren't you cold?" Li Yue'e said coquettishly.
"Let me see, doesn't the little thing look like me?" Zhao Yongtian said, turning his face towards the child.
"She looks like him, how could she not? Her nose and eyes are just like a squad leader's. You'll be spending money on her soon," Li Yue'e
agreed verbally, but in her heart she thought: Dream on! With your body, you've already been drained by other women. You
think you can produce a baby? If it weren't for her first, how could you have gotten her so quickly?
Zhao Yongtian told Li Yue'e his purpose, but unexpectedly, Li Yue'e coldly refused: "He is him,
and I am me. Why should I let him have it?"
"Your daughter has some issues, so changing the date isn't a big deal," Zhao Yongtian said.
"No, this is my daughter's first time in public. She has a long road ahead of her; we can't let her have an
unfortunate life from birth!" Li Yue'e said firmly. In her heart, however, she thought: Zheng Daguang, you bastard, no
one is stopping you from getting married. But why are you competing with your own daughter? What a heartless bastard!
But despite his thoughts, he couldn't tell anyone, not even Tian Shouwang
.
That's how things are in this area; wives cheating isn't a big deal, everyone does it anyway. But the flesh and blood must be
one's own. If a child is called a bastard, they'll never be able to hold their head high again.
"Fine, whatever, I don't care anymore. If you piss me off, I won't let you leave work on the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, let's see what you
do then!" Zhao Yongtian said, then turned and ran outside. Tian Shouwang had specially prepared a large bowl of oily
noodles for him, but he didn't even glance at it; he was clearly angry.
Seeing Zhao Yongtian storm off, Tian Shouwang, not knowing what had happened,
stood blankly at the doorway, holding the bowl, looking lost and helpless. Li Yue'e saw this and felt a pang of sadness.
She softly said to the man, "Eat it."
"You eat it," Tian Shouwang said.
"I'm not hungry yet, eat it while it's hot, it'll get cold soon." Li Yue'e felt a pang of reluctance to part
with her husband.
"This..." Tian Shouwang seemed flattered.
"What's wrong? He can eat, but you can't? You spineless wretch!" Li Yue'e scolded irritably.
Tian Shouwang's eyes welled up with tears, whether from Li Yue'e's words or the steam from the bowl, he didn't know.
He grabbed his chopsticks and quickly shoveled down the large bowl of noodles.
Zhao Yongtian stormed off from Li Yue'e's house, taking a shortcut straight to Zheng Daguang's.
He knew Zheng Daguang was a bachelor, and with his wedding approaching, his sister had been coming from the neighboring village every day, early in the morning
and late at night, to help her brother prepare for the new house and arrange other necessary things. He figured
Zheng Daguang was a stubborn fool, and he couldn't reason with him. Talking to his sister might be helpful; after all, he was a team
leader.
Besides, he'd had an affair with Zheng Daguang's sister back when they ate fish and shrimp and drank liquor at his house—she
was still a virgin then. For the sake of their past relationship, he should at least give her some face!
Unexpectedly, Zheng Daguang's sister poured cold water on his enthusiasm.
"What were you thinking? Changing the wedding date so easily? How could you even say that!" His sister, who was
sewing a new quilt on the bed, looked icy after hearing Zhao Yongtian's words…
"The villagers have objections, I have no choice. For the sake of our old friendship, can we change the date?
As long as it's a sixth day, it's a good day!" Zhao Yongtian said with a grin, while reaching out to touch her breasts.
"Get lost, behave yourself, or I'll call for help!" Zheng Daguang's sister grabbed a ruler and hit him
, somewhat annoyed. "I used to be afraid of you, letting that virgin's purity be ruined by that dog. Now I
'm married to someone from another brigade, you can't control me anymore, and you expect me to listen to your nonsense? You ungrateful wretch!"
“Women are fucking stupid, they want to be prostitutes and pretend to be virtuous at the same time. He cursed, when she was a girl, her body
was at my mercy, I could do whatever I wanted with her, but now that she's someone else's wife, she's all precious.” Zhao Yongtian
thought angrily.
“Can’t we really change the date?”
“No!”
“What if I don’t get off work on the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month?”
“Whatever. But let me tell you, the date was set by Secretary Zhao, he’s the matchmaker. You
probably won’t get a seat at the banquet!” After saying this, Zheng Daguang’s sister ignored him and went about her business.
Zhao Yongtian was completely dumbfounded.
Chapter Four:
It must be said that Jin Gu and Zhi Cheng were truly destined for each other. From the time they were learning to speak, the two often spent time
together. When they were learning to walk, they were almost inseparable. This wasn’t
something they wanted, but rather an opportunity created for them by the adults.
Back then, adults all had to go to work in the collective. Once the little one was weaned, the adults had to go to the fields to work; they
had no time to stay home and take care of the child. In most families, it was the elders who took care of the little one. But Tian Shouwang
and Zheng Daguang's parents had both died early, Li Yue'e's hometown wasn't here, and Wang Mingfen's mother was mentally ill
and couldn't even take care of herself, let alone a child.
Initially, before leaving home, Li Yue'e would tie Jin Gu to the leg of a table with a cloth strap. The canals of the lower canal
were crisscrossed, and ponds were scattered everywhere; she was really worried about leaving the little one at home. Every time she returned home from work,
seeing Jin Gu's lips blue from crying, Li Yue'e felt a pang of pain in her heart. Later, she
took Jin Gu with her when she went to work. Since Li Yue'e didn't know how to do many farm chores, she could only do
odd jobs at the field, which also helped look after the child.
Zhicheng was a year younger than Jingu. After being weaned, he was also taken to play in the fields by his mother, Wang Mingfen.
Wang Mingfen was allowed to work in the fields because Li Baoku secretly arranged this for Zhao Yongtian.
Bringing the two little rascals to the field together naturally made them easier to care for. Zhao
Yongtian sometimes scolded them, forbidding them from bringing the little rascals. But he only scolded them for the other women's benefit.
In the adults' eyes, although Jingu was a year older than Zhicheng, she was like his younger sister, always following Zhicheng
around like a little tail. Seeing how happy they were, a group of older women would jokingly suggest
arranging a marriage between them.
Every time they heard this, Tian Shouwang, Zheng Daguang, and Wang Mingfen would laugh happily.
Only Li Yue'e, every time, would glare and fiercely berate the group, leaving everyone
embarrassed. Gradually, no one made such jokes anymore.
In the blink of an eye, Jin Gu and Zhi Cheng reached school age and entered the brigade school together. Later,
they both went to the commune's middle school and were assigned to the same class.
Libao Commune wasn't large, only 33 square kilometers with about 16,000 people. The town had only
one street, about four meters wide and a hundred meters long, paved with thin bricks. Over time, the bricks had been
worn smooth by the soles of people's shoes, and many places were uneven.
In the middle of the street, on the north side, was the commune compound. Scattered along both sides of the street were
the supply and marketing cooperative, post office, broadcasting station, clinic, tinsmith shop, restaurant, and barbershop. Not far from the street
was a machinery factory, its towering chimney bearing the prominent red characters "Libao Machinery Factory" on a white background.
At the easternmost end of the street was a bridge, beyond which lay a fortified hill surrounded by water; Libao Middle School was built on this hill. Libao
Middle School wasn't large, occupying only about twenty acres, but it was a complete secondary school.
Jingu and Zhicheng's homes weren't far from Libao Middle School, but they weren't exactly close either—about a thirty-minute walk,
an hour round trip. Back then, students got out of school early, when the sun was high in the sky. There was little
homework, and no evening self-study. When the students got home, they could usually take a large
net woven from straw rope to gather grass for their pigs or sheep, enough to cook dinner if needed.
Zheng Daguang decided to let Zhicheng commute, not live on campus, only having lunch at school and returning home in the morning and evening.
Boarding at school is generally a waste of time; at least she could help with chores at home when she got back. Besides,
what good food could she possibly eat at school? A five-cent bowl of winter melon soup could make someone sick. Even though the family's circumstances were bad, they
were much better than a few years ago, and the food was still better than at school.
However, Li Yue'e was protective of her daughter and couldn't bear to see her running back and forth every day, especially in rainy or snowy weather. So she let Jin Gu board
at school.
Jin Gu disliked her name being too rustic, so she changed it to Tian Fang when she entered junior high, but everyone still called
her Jin Gu.
After boarding at school for a while, the girl became unhappy.
The reason for her unhappiness was that the girl in the upper bunk, named "Spring Water," wet the bed every day, and Jin Gu couldn't stand the constant
stench of urine. She asked the teacher several times to change beds. Fortunately, there were no empty beds, so the teacher allowed them to switch.
Jin Gu was afraid to live upstairs and absolutely refused. The teacher got angry and stopped caring about them. So Jin Gu refused to live at school anymore and
went out early and returned late every day with Zhi Cheng, leaving the bed empty.
Helpless, Li Yue'e had no choice but to let her commute.
Seeing Jin Gu and Zhi Cheng going out and coming back together like siblings, Wu Yueping felt a little more at ease.
After all, they were half-siblings!
Actually, there was another reason why Jin Gu didn't want to live at school, but she couldn't say it. She liked being with Zhi Cheng, that bald boy
.
Although they were in the same class (1) of the first year of junior high school, according to the class's custom, boys and girls absolutely
did not talk to each other in public, let alone interact. However, not talking did not mean that boys and girls did not have
secret crushes on each other. In particular, girls are always more mature than boys. Although they usually hold their
heads high and have tense faces, looking cold and indifferent, like proud little princesses, in fact , they have already gone through all the boys in the class in their hearts 　　. They know very well
what Zhang San is like and what Li Si is like . 　　Jin Gu was no exception. Especially in front of Zhicheng, whom she adored, she would always 　　casually loosen her two long braids, letting her flowing hair cascade down her head like a waterfall. 　　After laughing and joking with the other girls for a while, she would gently purse her small, red lips against the red hair 　　tie or rubber band, extend her two slender arms above her head, and skillfully gather and smooth her hair with her hands. 　　Then, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, she would quickly braid it into one or two long braids, without a single stray hair. Her movements were so practiced 　　that they were truly astonishing. 　　Throughout this process, she would either chat casually with the other girls or sit 　　there silently, never looking around or glancing about. However, if one paid a little attention, one could notice that her 　　gaze would always quickly sweep over Zhicheng when no one was looking, before hastily averting her gaze 　　or shifting it elsewhere. If she happened to meet Zhicheng's gaze, she would immediately lower her head, her face inexplicably 　　flushed, and her heart would pound like a rabbit's. 　　Jin Gu also didn't talk to Zhicheng in class. She was mainly afraid the other girls would call her cheap, call her a slutty bitch 　　. Everyone else didn't talk to boys, so why would she? 　　What else could she be but a slutty bitch? Zhicheng, on the other hand, didn't talk to Jin Gu in class either, afraid the boys would jeer. 　　But on the way to and from class, they talked a lot more. After all, they were from the same production team, 　　had grown up playing together naked since childhood, what hadn't they done? Talking was nothing. 　　"Zhicheng, I still don't quite understand that algebra problem the teacher talked about today, can you teach me again?" 　　"Oh, that problem is like this..." 　　Actually, Jin Gu already knew that problem; she was just making conversation. She often made conversation like this, 　　sometimes even deliberately asking very simple and silly questions, the answers of which were so simple that she herself blushed, but she still 　　liked to ask. 　　Zhicheng was handsome, although not fully developed yet, he already had a 　　layer of dark downy hair above his lips, and his voice had become deeper. He liked to wear a small parted hairstyle and often wore black trousers 　　with a snow-white shirt, tucking the shirt hem into his trousers and tying it with the then-fashionable wide canvas belt 　　—he looked incredibly dashing. 　　More importantly, Zhicheng was not only handsome, but also academically excellent, a top student in the class. 　　Even the teachers liked him, not to mention the girls in the class. 　　Seeing the admiration in the other girls' eyes, Jin Gu was somewhat annoyed by them: Zhicheng and I 　　grew up together, he's mine, what right do you have to try and take him away? Eventually, if any girl glanced 　　at Zhicheng even twice, Jingu would be so angry that she wouldn't speak to her for a week, leaving the girl completely bewildered. 　　Zhicheng also genuinely liked Jingu. She was clever, witty, and beautiful—a girl everyone loved. 　　Although she was a year older than him and he should call her "sister," Zhicheng always felt she was like his younger sister. Especially, 　　Zhicheng had a feeling that he was destined to be with her; whenever he saw her, a 　　strange excitement would well up inside him, and he didn't know why. The five-mile round trip every day, which used 　　to be so tedious when he walked alone, felt much shorter after she accompanied him. 　　They would chat and laugh, and arrive home in no time. 　　There was something else Zhicheng couldn't say. He liked walking side-by-side with Jingu, partly so he could smell her 　　fragrance. Jin Gu generally didn't like applying face cream, but she always had a faint, pleasant fragrance 　　that was irresistible; secondly, it was to find opportunities to secretly glance at her breasts. 　　When they were children, swimming in the river or playing house, Zhicheng had seen Jin Gu's body quite often 　　. But back then, Jin Gu's breasts were flat, no different from a boy's. Lying in bed at night, 　　Zhicheng always wondered: When did Jin Gu's breasts become so shapely? How come I never noticed? 　　What does it look like under her clothes now? 　　And so, they spent two happy and romantic years together. 　　When the reeds on the riverbank grew to waist height, Sun Duofu came to Hongqi Brigade for his assigned post. 　　Sun Duofu originally didn't want to come to Hongqi Brigade. The brigade was very poor, and all the commune cadres 　　knew it. 　　Back then, cadres going to the countryside for their assigned posts weren't like they are now, where a phone call precedes their arrival, and by the time they arrive, the chickens, geese, and ducks have already been slaughtered. 　　After the village cadres accompanied them on a cursory tour of the village's main road and back to the village office, it was time for lunch. 　　By the time they were full, it was already past 3 PM, and they would leisurely head home, 　　thus concluding their day's work. 　　Back then, the cadres stationed in the villages were very disciplined; they would pack a bag and go to the countryside, settling in for 　　three years at a time. Except for attending meetings at the commune, they were not allowed to leave their assigned production brigade, and certainly not to go home. Any 　　unauthorized departure would result in disciplinary action. 　　Of course, if there were family matters, leave could be requested through the proper channels. Therefore, the commune cadres were very...

He carefully considered the conditions of the brigade where he would be stationed, as he would be living there for three years.
The Hongqi Brigade was notoriously poor, and nobody wanted to come.
But Sun Duofu had no choice but to come. There was an unwritten rule in Libao Commune: the poorer and more backward the area,
the more likely a key member of the commune would be sent to strengthen leadership. After discussion, the commune's Party Committee decided to send Sun Duofu
to the Hongqi Brigade. This was because Sun Duofu was the commune's armed forces minister, a member of the Party Committee, and
the youngest member of the Party Committee. If he didn't take on this responsibility, who would?
Before setting off, the commune secretary patted Sun Duofu on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Little Sun,
do a good job down there! The Red Flag Brigade's resources are a bit meager, but we're not going there to enjoy ourselves. Pay attention to following the mass line,
strive to eat, live, and work alongside the masses. I heard the central government is going to reform the grassroots system within the next five years.
We're all getting old, but you're still young, and everyone's opinion of you is quite good; your future is bright! Of course,
you have shortcomings too, so you need to manage yourself well. You also need to achieve some results so I can speak up for you then."
Sun Duofu stared at the commune secretary's chubby, white face and replied, "Thank you for your
guidance, Secretary. I will definitely do my best as you say and strive not to disappoint the leaders!" But in his heart, he thought
, "Damn it, you're afraid young people will take my position, so you've always refused to train cadres. Everyone in the commune knows
that! What a bunch of idiots! By the time you train them, it'll be too late!"
Sun Duofu's wife was even more worried about him.
On the night before his departure, after their son fell asleep, the two of them tossed and turned in bed. The woman, puzzled
, asked him, "You're always busy with recruitment and training, never home until late. Why are you being sent down this time?"
"It's the Party Secretary's idea! He said it's to give me some experience, and someone else will do my work. He wants to
promote me!" Sun Duofu said, trying to reassure his wife.
"Then you should work hard and not let people down. Don't worry about things at home, I promise I won't hold you back."
She thought for a moment, then twisted his ear: "I heard the women over there are really horny. If you dare touch them, I
'll skin you alive!"
Sun Duofu patted her breasts, grinning, "They're nothing compared to you. They're all
dark and sallow, unlike you, so fair and tender, so juicy. How could I possibly touch them?"
"Even the pretty ones aren't allowed to touch you, or I'll cut off your manhood!"
After a pause, she gently pressed her lips to Sun Duofu's ear, blushing, and whispered, "If
you really can't stand it, just sneak home tonight. It's not far. After you get home
, sneak back. They won't know."
Sun Duofu patted his wife's bottom, grinning, "I'm fine, it'll only be three years at most
. I'll even come up for meetings sometimes. I'm just worried you won't be able to keep your legs together at home!"
The woman playfully punched him, saying shyly, "Am I that kind of person? You're often not home, would I
wait until today to cheat?"
"Then I'm relieved." Sun Duofu said, then flipped over and pinned her down.
The woman naturally parted her legs, welcoming him in, chuckling, "While you're still here, let me drain you
dry."
Sun Duofu panted as he thrust inside, chuckling. Soon, the woman cried out, tightly embracing
her husband, her legs intertwined behind him, thrusting upwards forcefully.
The next morning, Sun Duofu packed his bag and went to the Red Flag Brigade.

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