Rural Adultery

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In the rural areas of the Great Northern Wilderness in the 1960s, there was a type of house with a connected ridge structure made of adobe and straw.

As the name suggests, the ridges of the houses were connected, and naturally, each room was also connected. The adobe and straw structure refers to the roof being thatched with a special type of straw from the meadow, and the walls

being built with adobe bricks. The adobe bricks were free; the builders made a rectangular wooden frame according to the required dimensions, mixed clay with straw and similar materials, placed it inside the frame, and smoothed it with a straight plank. After removing the frame and letting the adobe bricks dry, they were ready to build the house.

During construction, the front and back walls were built with flat adobe bricks, while the partition walls between rooms were built vertically. This saved on adobe bricks, but the sound insulation was poor; you could even hear a fart between the two rooms.

In rural areas, a plot of land was reserved in front of the house, called the front yard, and a plot of land behind the house was used to grow vegetables and build a toilet, called the back yard. Some

toilets were made of stone, about a meter high, with a small door nailed to the front with wooden planks. When a person squatted inside, the lower part of the body was covered, but the upper body was exposed. Another type was a simple toilet enclosed by corn or sorghum stalks, without a door in the front, but with two wooden stakes buried on either side and a half-length cloth curtain. When a person squatted inside, their head was exposed.

The Great Northern Wilderness is now vastly different. These roofed houses have basically disappeared, and even in impoverished mountainous areas, they are rarely seen. Although toilets still exist in the back yards, they are now built quite properly. While simple toilets still exist, at least they are well-concealed.

Back then, the people's commune system was better in rural areas. Below the commune were production brigades, and below the production brigades were production teams. In some places, production teams were further divided into production groups.

This describes three households among the many residents of the Lianjifang (a type of traditional Chinese house). One household has a man surnamed Li, named Li Liansheng, and a wife named He Fengyun. People call his wife "Old Li's Wife," and over time, they've forgotten her surname. Locals habitually call married middle-aged women "old women" or "old wives," and some even refer to their own or others' wives as "the ones in the house" or "the ones at home." Married men are called "the heads of the household" or "the old men." No one knows when these terms originated.

After Li Liansheng got married, his wife didn't have any children, but the couple lived a good life and had a good relationship.

The neighbor to the east is surnamed Qi, named Qi Yong, and his wife is named Wu Suqin, whom people habitually call "Old Qi's Wife." Old Qi's Wife is fertile and has given birth to three sons: Qi Tianfu, Qi Tiansheng, and Qi Tianlong. Qi Yong even had a literate old man name them for him.

The neighbor to the west, surnamed Yang, named Yang Shuli, was too poor to marry, even though he was over forty and still single.

These three families were all members of the third team of Yongle Brigade, Yongle Commune. The third team was commonly referred to as Team Three. The team leader's surname was Cai, named Cai Tiezhu, supposedly chosen for its auspicious name.

Cai Tiezhu was over fifty, thin and small, and looked much older than his name suggested. His wife, Li Zhaodi, on the other hand, was robust and more than ten years younger than him. While not exactly beautiful, she had regular features and a generous, outspoken personality. Because she married late, her children were still young.

That day, Old Cai returned from a meeting at the commune. He went into the inner room, plopped down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), took out his gleaming pipe from his pocket, scooped out a bowl of crushed tobacco from the small cloth bag hanging on the pipe stem, pressed it down with his thumb, put the mouthpiece in his mouth, and then took out a box of matches—what the older generation called matches—striking them to light his pipe and taking a deep drag.

Back then in the countryside, two rooms were called the inner and outer rooms. The room for sleeping was called the inner room, equivalent to a modern bedroom, and the room for cooking was called the outer room, equivalent to a modern kitchen. Meals were usually eaten on a small kang table placed on the kang, with people sitting cross-legged on it.

As Lao Cai entered the house and walked from the outer room to the inner room, his wife, Li Zhaodi, was cooking in the outer room. Seeing her husband's deeply lined face clouded with worry, she loudly and boisterously exclaimed, "What's wrong now? Look at your bitter face!"

Lao Cai didn't reply, continuing to smoke his small pipe.

After the children finished eating and left, Lao Cai said to his wife, "Today the commune held a meeting, saying they're going to launch a Cultural Revolution. They said it's already started in the city. I don't even know what the Cultural Revolution is. They say they're going to establish some kind of rebel organization, to root out those in power who are taking the capitalist road, and to rebel against the bourgeoisie. What kind of nonsense is this?"

His wife was equally confused. She blinked, thought for a moment, and said irritably, "Who cares? Just do what they say."

As Lao Cai and his wife were chatting, they heard an old woman cursing from the street.

"Fuck your mother!" a slightly hoarse old woman cursed.

"I'll fuck your mother!" came a shrill, almost piercing voice from an old woman.

"You slut, your cunt's been fucked raw by some random guy," the shrill old woman continued.

"You're the slut, your cunt's been fucked raw by some random guy," the slightly hoarse old woman echoed.

"If you've got the guts, let your man come and fuck me tonight," the shrill old woman shouted again.

"Fuck me then, you wait at home," the hoarse old woman retorted defiantly, though she hadn't quite caught up in the moment.

The two old women continued their shouting and cursing in the street, their insults growing increasingly vulgar, attracting a crowd of people selling flyers.

As they argued, the two women started pushing and shoving each other, almost coming to blows. Just then, Old Cai came out of the house. Seeing him, the two women stopped fighting and their shouting. They were both members of the third production team, and Old Cai was the team leader. The team leader had the authority to deduct work points from the members' earnings.

Work points were the basis of a production team member's wages at the time. The team leader determined how many work points a member earned for a day's work. At the end of the year, the team leader would accumulate the work points earned and calculate the cash value for each member. In a good year, one work point could be worth 1.8 yuan; in a bad year, it might only be worth a few cents, or even less—meaning the work points were worth negative money.

Now that the shouting had stopped, the onlookers all went home, and the street quieted down again. Old Cai returned to his house.

He pondered for several days and finally came up with what he considered a good solution.

A few days later, one afternoon, Old Cai notified the commune members to attend a meeting at the stable after dinner.

The stable was a colloquial term for the production team's headquarters; the reason for this name is unknown.

The stable of the third team had a large courtyard surrounded by a fence made of thin oak sticks. At the top of the fence was a gate over three meters wide. This so-called gate was simply two wooden stakes embedded on either side, with a horizontal wooden bar nailed on top, and two wooden planks forming the doors. It was essentially decorative; the gate was usually left open.

Inside the gate was the courtyard, where several large carts, the kind pulled by oxen and horses, were parked. There was a row of cattle sheds and a row of horse sheds, with many oxen and horses tethered inside. Some plows were also scattered haphazardly in the courtyard.

In one corner of the courtyard were three large mud-brick and thatched houses; one was the production team's warehouse, and the other two were connected without partitions.

The two connected rooms contained a large kang (heated brick bed), three old-fashioned desks on the floor (used by the production team leader, the production team accountant, and the cashier), and some wooden benches scattered around.

It was past seven o'clock when the commune members finally arrived. Because it was summer, the room was very hot. Most of the male members were wearing vests and shorts, and the female members were also dressed very lightly. Even so, they were all sweltering. Those who sweat easily had beads of sweat on their faces. In fact, even when there were no meetings, some members liked to sit in the stables after dinner and chat. There was a saying at the time: "The commune is home."

Although the room was quite large, it still felt a bit crowded because of the number of people. The kang (a heated brick bed) and stools were full of people. Li Zhaodi sat cross-legged on the kang with her back against the wall. Yang Shuli sat on a stool on the floor, facing Li Zhaodi, her eyes fixed on Li Zhaodi's high, protruding chest. When the woman noticed that Yang Shuli was lecherously staring at her two big breasts, she glared at him fiercely.

Just then, production team leader Cai Tiezhu, after recounting what he had memorized at the commune meeting to the commune members, said, "Our team also needs to have a rebel group, just like the commune said. I'm thinking we should call it the 'Yongle Rebel Group,' with Yang Shuli as the leader. What do you think?" Cai Tiezhu seemed to be soliciting the commune members' opinions, but he was actually asking Yang Shuli.

At that moment, Yang Shuli was completely absorbed in looking at Li Zhaodi's large breasts and didn't hear Cai Tiezhu calling him.

"Yang Shuli," Cai Tiezhu called again.

Yang Shuli was too focused and still didn't hear.

"Yang Shuli!" Cai Tiezhu raised his voice and shouted loudly.

Yang Shuli was sitting in front of Cai Tiezhu. At this moment, Yang Shuli seemed to just wake up from a dream, turned around and looked at Cai Tiezhu, saying, "Was I called?"

The commune members burst into laughter.

"Who else should I call if not you?" Cai Tiezhu said somewhat displeased.

“Let’s form a Yongle Rebel Group in our team. You’ll be the leader. Find a few more people, and we’ll report their names to the commune in a few days,” Cai Tiezhu said.

“Okay, I’ll go to the commune as soon as I’ve chosen the people,” Yang Shuli said excitedly.

As luck would have it, although it was a purely socialist system at the time, the production team still allocated a small plot of land to each household for growing vegetables. Yang Shuli and Cai Tiezhu’s plots were adjacent. Since Yang Shuli was a bachelor, he had to do all the planting and harvesting himself. Cai Tiezhu planted the vegetables, and his wife, Li Zhaodi, usually did the harvesting. Next to the vegetable plots allocated to the commune members was a wheat field belonging to the team.

That day, Yang Shuli was hoeing the land with the other commune members. Near the end of the workday, he told the deputy team leader that he was going to pick some vegetables from his plot and would leave a little while later. The deputy team leader agreed, and Yang Shuli, carrying his hoe, headed straight for his family’s plot.

Yang Shuli, having rushed all the way to his own plot of land, saw someone in Cai Tiezhu's plot from afar who looked a lot like Li Zhaodi. He tiptoed closer, and as he got closer, Yang Shuli saw clearly that it was none other than Li Zhaodi. When Yang Shuli reached behind Li Zhaodi, Li Zhaodi was bent over, intently picking beans under the bean trellis, completely unaware of someone approaching from behind.

Yang Shuli stood behind Li Zhaodi and suddenly reached out to hug him.

"Who!" Li Zhaodi was startled by the sudden embrace and shouted.

"It's me, I missed you so much!" Yang Shuli said, panting.

"What are you doing, you little brat?" Li Zhaodi continued loudly.

"Is that even a question?" Yang Shuli said.

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell Old Cai?" Li Zhaodi said.

"You won't," Yang Shuli said.

While struggling against Yang Shuli, Li Zhaodi, despite her strength, was about to break free from his grasp when Yang Shuli said, "You old woman, if you submit to me today, nothing will happen to you. If you don't, I'll make your husband wear a dunce cap and parade him through the streets, and hold a big struggle session against him like in the commune. Have you forgotten that I'm the leader of the rebel group?"

This trick actually worked. Li Zhaodi stopped struggling. Yang Shuli, still holding Li Zhaodi, turned around to make sure no one was around, then pushed her into the nearby wheat field and forced her down onto the ground. Because Yang Shuli hugged Li Zhaodi from behind, when he pushed her to the ground, Li Zhaodi was face down. Yang Shuli had to turn her over again. Li Zhaodi's large frame made Yang Shuli breathless after a while. Strangely enough, Li Zhaodi became quiet then, lying there motionless, just staring intently at Yang Shuli. Perhaps his scare tactics had worked. Yang Shuli felt a little smug. He impatiently panted and, with trembling hands, laboriously unbuttoned Li Zhaodi's shirt. The two large breasts that Yang Shuli had longed to see suddenly popped out of her clothes. The scene of him staring at Li Zhaodi's chest during the meeting at the stable flashed through his mind.

After staring for a while, Yang Shuli suddenly reached out and grabbed her breasts, kneading them.

"Ah...ah...fuck your mother...can't you be gentler?" Li Zhaodi yelled and cursed.

“Okay, gently, gently.” Yang Shuli nodded as he spoke, his hands not stopping, just less forceful.

After kneading for a while, Yang Shuli lowered his head and took one of Li Zhaodi’s large breasts into his mouth. This time, he didn’t dare bite hard, but sucked on it forcefully.

“Ah…ah…ah…” After a while, Li Zhaodi groaned loudly with her eyes closed, feeling as if an electric current was flowing through her whole body, tingling and numb. It felt like something was flowing out of her vagina. Although she was married, her husband had never done this before.

Yang Shuli felt the same way. It was also the first time he had seen a woman’s breasts with his own eyes, touched them with his own hands, and sucked on them with his own mouth. His penis was already hard as a stick. He quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees, revealing his large penis to Li Zhaodi. Just then, Li Zhaodi opened her eyes, which had been closed.

"Ah! That's a huge penis!" Li Zhaodi exclaimed involuntarily in surprise.

She had only ever seen her own husband's penis, which paled in comparison to Yang Shuli's. She'd only ever heard women curse about large penises in the streets. Seeing such a large penis with her own eyes, she wondered what it would feel like to have it inside her. She felt a mix of excitement and fear, and that's why she blurted out the sound.

While Li Zhaodi was still lost in thought, Yang Shuli had already pulled down her pants, climbed on top of her, supported himself on the wheat field with one hand, and, with the other hand, grasped his penis, aiming it at Li Zhaodi's cunt and forcefully thrusting it in.

"Ah..." Li Zhaodi cried out again, feeling her cunt suddenly stretch open and something inside her being penetrated. She had never felt this way when she was with Cai Tiezhu; it was actually his penis hitting her uterus. Back then, women only knew about childbirth and didn't know what a uterus was.

Yang Shuli began to thrust in and out.

“Ah…ah…ouch…ah…how…and…ah…my…man…ah…different…ah…ah…so big…ah…fuck your mother…ah…be gentle…ah…you’re going to…kill me…ah…I can’t…take it…ah….” Li Zhaodi groaned and shouted loudly.

In less than the time it takes to smoke two pipes, Yang Shuli had squeezed his little toy into Li Zhaodi’s cunt.

Exhausted, this was the first time in Yang Shuli’s life that he had ever touched a woman, and he used all his strength to fuck this old woman. But Li Zhaodi unexpectedly experienced a woman’s sexual satisfaction, a satisfaction she had never received from her own man. Every time Cai Tiezhu had sex with her, she felt nothing. Cai Tiezhu’s little thing, inside her cunt, even though he always tried his best, had never felt this kind of sensation.

[The End]

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