Springtime is infinitely beautiful 01

Episode 1

[Synopsis]
When luck is on your side, nothing can stop it!
Xu Zixing, a rural boy, unexpectedly receives a secret teaching from an old lama after a chance act of kindness, transforming him from an ordinary boy into someone extraordinary. After the sudden death of his parents, the impoverished boy immerses himself in his martial arts practice, oblivious to worldly affairs, leading a carefree and leisurely life. But when Xu Zixing performs another act of kindness, saving 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

? Chapter 1 Chunshui Village
, Chunshui Town Chapter 2 Punishing the Corn Thief Chapter 3
Catching the Adulterer in the Middle of the Night
Chapter 4 Yu Feng Gets Angry Chapter 5
A Second Blossom Chapter
6 Reporting on Work Chapter 7
Displaying His Might Chapter 8 Killing Two Birds
with One Stone

Chapter 1 Chunshui Village, Chunshui Town
I live in Chunshui Village, Chunshui Town, and I am a well-known strong young man. Back then, a few hooligans from the village caused trouble at my ninth uncle's house. My ninth uncle's wife, Xu Yu Feng, rushed to my house to find me. Without saying a word, I followed them. One against several, fists against daggers, I quickly beat them to a pulp, and they left in shame and anger.
By then, everyone knew that Old Xu's son was a skilled fighter. Those hooligans would avoid me like mice before a cat, and if they couldn't avoid me, they would greet me warmly, calling me "Brother Xu." I couldn't be too harsh, so I would nod and give 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 end. 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. He lost his parents when he was seven. My maternal grandmother had no sons, so she adopted him as her own son, even closer than a biological son. 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 his grandfather. Later, he earned some money and brought home a wife who was extremely beautiful and kind, and highly respected in the whole village.
He also bought a tractor, which was one of the few available in the entire town at the time. 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.
Yu Feng didn't do any work; 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 Yu Feng. I called her "sister," and I've always dreamed of marrying her.
After my family's tragedy, Yu Feng wanted to take me to live with her. I was tempted; living with such a beautiful woman would be incredibly blissful. But my uncle refused, insisting I live on my own. I hated him then, but as I read more, I understood his intentions. He used to talk 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. They have a cow, five sheep, and a small mud house. They live comfortably. In spring, they plant corn and rice, and in autumn, wheat—enough for me. I also grow various vegetables in my garden, making it a self-sufficient small-scale farming life.
I only completed third grade. My parents died, and no one paid my tuition, so I had to skip school. But I always got top grades, perhaps related to 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 can really understand that saying.
When I was in school, I didn't really enjoy studying. I just followed the teacher's instructions, paying attention in class and doing my 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 it was because I was smart, or maybe it had something to do with my qigong.
Speaking of my qigong practice, it has a rather mysterious feel to it. It was a winter afternoon, and it was 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, which was rare in our village.
My dad was working as a farmhand at my uncle's house then, helping to drive the truck. My uncle's family had many tractors, but only this one truck. One morning, he drank a couple of sips of strong liquor and excitedly set off to deliver goods to town.
I think his happiness was probably related to what they did in the room last night. Anyway, Mom was beaming. My reasoning skills are pretty good; the top students in my class love to talk about these kinds of dirty things. As soon as class is over, they all gather together and listen to him. I absorb information quickly, and by comparing it to their stories, I could roughly guess what they did last night.
As a result, he got so excited that he forgot about the car's snow chains. Last night, he said he had some to oil them.
Seeing the snow falling heavier and heavier, I had no choice but to put on whatever I could, grab the broken chains, and head towards town. Actually, the town isn't too far from our village, only about thirty li (about 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, so my steps are small, and I can't go fast. At first, as soon as I tried to push, I would fall over. After falling twice, I was too scared to continue and just walked obediently.
The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the wind picked up, whipping snowflakes into a whirlwind. They even managed to get into my collar, melting instantly and trickling down my neck – the sensation was so intense I wanted to punch the heavens! Plus, they stung my eyes, making it impossible to open them, let alone appreciate the snowy scenery.
I squinted and noticed the left side of the path was easier, so I ignored my mother's instructions to walk on the right and went for it. As I walked, I started to feel a bit lost when suddenly I tripped over something and fell flat on my face, making a big crater
. My face was covered in snow, like a taro dipped in sugar – I looked like that sugar-coated taro! I was furious. I immediately got up, wanting to find the culprit and settle the score. 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 to myself… "Is he dead? So pitiful, so old. His son must have been unfilial, letting him freeze to death."
Suddenly, I remembered what my teacher taught me, and I touched his heart. Haha, it was still beating! Looks like he's not dead. My resolve to go to town wavered, I thought. Anyway, Dad's fine; he might not be back tonight. My ninth uncle has an office there. Saving him is the priority; maybe I can save this poor old man.
So, I took off two layers of clothing 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 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, the breath from my mouth melting the snow. The bald old man was still in that half-dead state. I touched his heart again—yes, he was still alive. It seemed this old man was quite resilient. What should I do?
I couldn't carry him on my back anymore. How could I get him back? I squatted there, racking my brains until my hands were almost numb, before I finally came up with a solution. Looking back now, I realize how silly I was, and yet people praised me for being clever! I went to a nearby hillside and gathered a bunch of branches, tied them together with vines to make a snow mast. After finishing, my hands were indeed frozen stiff. Going 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 happened to you? You brought a monk back!"
That's when I realized I'd rescued a monk, not some orphaned old man. 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 that 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? 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 all monks are 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, 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 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 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 was fine even after two days without food or water, 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 squabbles 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 so 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. I was quite surprised by myself. 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 their house, 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, partly to strengthen my own power, and partly 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 built a fence around it with thorns and branches, cultivating a small plot of land to grow vegetables.
There were many dogs in the village, almost every household had one. Little Wolf was the king of the dogs. When other dogs saw him, they would tuck their tails between their legs and behave themselves. If Little Wolf barked, all the dogs in the village would bark, creating a cacophony of barking that disturbed everyone's peace. Because of this, many people came to Tumen to ask him to gag Little Wolf. After Little Wolf understood what I said, he stopped barking so loudly.
I also treated Big Skinny Ox very well. Besides feeding him carefully, I also used my internal energy to massage him. My esoteric kung fu was indeed miraculous. In just a few days, Big Skinny Ox was full of energy, his eyes were bright, and his fur was shiny. What a handsome ox! Moreover, he had made great progress and even learned 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 it kicked him so hard that his leg broke. The bachelor screamed in pain, 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 to avoid a close encounter with its hooves.
I'm very safe in the village, probably largely because of these two animals. The wolf cub needs no introduction; 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. It can catch a rabbit in just a few steps. The skinny ox is also a formidable opponent. Later, I named it "Big Yellow," which is easy to pronounce.
I'm only fifteen years old now, but I already have the physique of an adult. This is probably related to that magical qigong. Although I regret that my appearance isn't outstanding, I'm very satisfied with my strong body. With a straight back, broad shoulders, and a slender waist, he gave off a leopard-like aura. In the countryside, a man's strength was paramount; good looks were secondary. Of course, if someone was too ugly, they'd remain a bachelor, but someone like me was truly a handsome man in my hometown.
My life was leisurely. Every morning, I'd clean the shed for Big Yellow and the five sheep, cook myself a meal, and then help Old Master Li carry a load of water, bringing back a few books in return—a practice called "carrying water in exchange for books."
I grew to love reading more and more, but buying books was too expensive, and finding good ones was difficult. Then, by chance, I saw Old Master Li's books—they were in traditional Chinese characters. 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 was the patriarch of the largest family in the village. Chunshui Village had two major families, the Li and Wei families, who were among the earliest settlers. Almost everyone in the village shared one of these surnames. My family migrated later, making us outsiders with no roots. So, when people mentioned the Xu family,
they meant our family.
It's said that Grandpa Li had even passed the imperial examinations during the Qing Dynasty, possessing vast knowledge and a knack for maintaining good health; he remained remarkably robust to this day. Since meeting Grandpa Li, I've been deeply impressed by him. He had a full head of white hair, bright eyes, and was full of energy; you wouldn't guess he was over eighty. He walked with a straight back and was remarkably spry. His words carried more weight in the village than the village chief's; everyone listened to him, making him a highly respected figure.
Fortunately, my mother was a member of the Li family, and a direct descendant, so I was able to meet him. I told him I would come over every day to help him fetch water and could take a book home to read in return. Actually, I found it strange too. Many people wanted to help him fetch water; the village chief would come over to fetch water for him at a moment's notice. But he made me fetch water for him and even lent me books to read. His house was overflowing with books—rooms upon rooms! My eyes were practically blurry from looking at them.
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 playfully nudging him, only to be scolded by the young man before wagging their tails and returning to grazing.
That young man was me. Because my skills had greatly improved, farm work was a piece of cake; what took others a whole day, I only needed two or three hours. So, I spent my days idly and leisurely.
However, now I could feel the burning gazes of the village women, making my heart tremble. Moreover, my penis 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. Nobody taught me how to do it. Later, I talked to Da Niu about it, and he laughed and said I was going through puberty and
needed to find a woman.
I suddenly realized what he meant and a word came to mind: restlessness! So I looked for some books on this subject, but unfortunately, not many people in the village could read back then. There were no books or television, and the evenings were very boring. The young people would go from house to house, playing cards or mahjong. There wasn't much else for entertainment, except for couples going out for sex. Luckily, there was Da Niu, who helped me borrow some pornographic books from school. I read them and my blood was boiling, and I felt a longing in my heart.
I thought, I really do need a woman. Now, when I see the beautiful Yu Feng, and her full breasts,
my penis gets hard. I want to touch them and bite them. I even envy my younger self when I was a child, when I would often fall asleep touching her white breasts.
Seeing her pert buttocks, I almost wanted to bite them. When I look at women, my eyes involuntarily gravitate towards their breasts and buttocks; it's hard to control them. Looks like it's time to find a wife.
That evening, 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, so I 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 whimpering sound. The little wolf heard it too, its ears perked up, emitting a low growl.
I quickly opened the door and ran out.
There's a cornfield on the road to my house, a frequent haunt of robbers. I thought, Yu Feng must be there.
In the blink of an eye, Little Wolf and I arrived at a 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 wronged, his good time ruined so inexplicably, without even knowing who did it.
I turned him over and found it was a local thug who usually looked down on me. Other thugs were obedient and respectful to me, but he always held his head high and wouldn't even look at me. I never bothered with him, but today he'd fallen into my hands, so he could only blame himself for being blind.
I secretly channeled my inner energy and pressed several acupoints on his body. Heh, from now on, his manhood is over; he's just a cripple. I heard he just married a beautiful wife, and now he can only look but not use her—that'll be enough to make him suffer.
After dealing with him, I looked at Yu Feng.
The beautiful Yu Feng had already gotten up and was pulling 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 desire. When she saw me staring intently at her breasts, she became shy and quickly pulled her clothes tighter, but this only revealed more. I stepped forward and pulled her hand away, carefully examining her breasts. They were still as white and high as before. I couldn't help but place my hand on them to see 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, which only made me more aroused. This seemed to be what allure was.
"Yu Feng, I feel terrible!" My penis was rock hard, and I felt a burning desire 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! 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 away, but I held it back. I looked at her with pleading eyes and said, "Yu Feng, please, help me!"
Her fair face flushed red; if it weren't for my exceptional eyesight, I would never have noticed her shyness.
She sighed softly and reached into my pants, touching my erection. I felt a jolt of electricity surge from there, rushing straight to my head, and I couldn't help but gasp.
"Are you better now?" Yu Feng asked softly.
"Oh, oh, much better, thank you, Yu Feng, you're so beautiful!"
She was still gently teasing my erection when she heard me speak. She smiled softly, exuding an indescribable charm. I couldn't resist suddenly embracing her, holding her full body tightly, and trying to kiss her face.
She shook her head from side to side, trying to stop me. I grew impatient, holding her head still with my hand and kissing her lips hard. 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 pierce the ground.
Holding her soft body, I really wanted to use that erection to tear her apart. I freed one hand to pull down her pants. The belt had already been broken by that cripple, and it came off easily, revealing her snow-white buttocks, two plump, firm mounds.
As I bit her breasts, I kneaded 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 thrust my hard thing into her. She cried out in pain and whispered, "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 forcefully thrust it in!
Two sighs rang out; 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 the bone, was indescribable.
Yu Feng also sighed and whispered, "Oh, it's too big, be gentle!"
I couldn't hear her; all I knew was that I wanted to thrust, to thrust hard, to pierce her through.
So I grabbed her waist, pinning her lower body down, and thrust into her fiercely, like a torrential downpour. 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 a flower." I felt deeply ashamed; I had previously underestimated the meaning of this phrase, failing to truly understand it. Now I truly appreciated how beautifully it described such a scene!
She let out a groan that was neither pain nor pleasure, which only fueled my excitement. I thrust even harder, but I still felt I couldn't fully release my pent-up desire, so I pushed her down. Her body, as if boneless, collapsed limply 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, her body drenched in sweat, her breasts swollen and red, and her white buttocks 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 didn't see the beautiful Yu Feng, nor did I dare go to her house.
Occasionally at night, I would still think of that dreamlike experience, and of 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.
(Hidden content:
Chapter Two - Punishing the Corn Thief for Adultery)
In the countryside, relationships between men and women aren't 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 being a real man.
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 here!" 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, indicating that he couldn't hold his liquor.
As soon as he entered, he grabbed my hand and burst into tears. I knew that 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 said, "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 say, "First, after 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, being able to satisfy 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 know 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 agreed loudly.
"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 definitely won't forget, don't worry!" He looked eager to try.
"Alright, sit cross-legged on the altar. No matter how uncomfortable you are, you can't move, otherwise you'll never get better!"
Wei Sanzi obediently sat cross-legged on the altar. In the countryside, not knowing how to sit cross-legged is a big joke, but most people don't do it correctly; they look similar but lack the spirit. Back then, that old monk—oh, no, I mean old lama, but I like to call him old monk, it sounds more affectionate—he almost broke my tender legs when he taught me to sit cross-legged. The pain was indescribable.
However, I found that the effects of sitting cross-legged and sitting in a lotus position on practice are very different. When sitting cross-legged, it is easy to concentrate the mind on the dantian and it is not easy to lose one's posture. But it is not possible to sit in a lotus position. The body is easy to tilt and it is not easy to concentrate the mind.
I sat cross-legged behind him, circulating my inner energy through his meridians, finally gathering it in my palms. I placed my palms against his lower back, slowly channeling the energy into him, heating his kidneys and causing his genitals to heat up. This would naturally increase his essence and strengthen his yang. As for the effectiveness, I had no experience; I was just trying it out.
For someone like him, the psychological barrier is mostly the problem. Once that's addressed, his 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 the countryside, martial arts have an added mystique; people treat those who know martial arts as immortals, as if possessing martial arts makes one omnipotent. Wei Sanzi probably has confidence in me, and I'll take advantage of that, saving myself the trouble of learning martial arts and building his confidence.
Secondly, Traditional Chinese Medicine says that what I do can indeed generate essence and transform it into qi, which is effective for strengthening yang.
I circulated and heated the qi within his kidneys, removing impurities, and then used my internal energy to clear the meridians in his lower body. Hehe, now his sexual ability will definitely increase greatly!
He was drenched in sweat, his face flushed, clearly my treatment was effective. This time, he had turned misfortune into blessing; my qi circulation would surely prolong his 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 full of excitement, "Haha, I feel so energetic now, it's really different, haha, I'm going to get my revenge! I'll try it when I get home tonight!"
I smiled and said, "Go home quickly, you'll see how amazing you are once you try!"
He thanked me profusely and hurriedly ran out. 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 water. He grabbed my hand and shook it incessantly as soon as he arrived, his gratitude overflowing. I was happy too, not for him, but for the success of my experiment. Turns out I'm so clever! I can apply what I've learned to other situations, haha, pretty impressive!
Wei Sanzi's simple face radiated with pride and energy, he even had such spirit. He shook my hand and said, "Thank you, Uncle Xu, I'm really cured! Haha, that felt so good! That woman couldn't get out of bed this morning, I was with her all night, I didn't finish until almost dawn. Uncle Xu, you're a miracle worker! I've seen so many doctors and nothing helped, but you did it and I'm so much better now! Haha, that felt so good!"
I smiled at him and said, "It's nothing, just a small thing! You have to take it easy, don't overwork yourself." "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 address anyone by name. People call her "aunt," "auntie," "auntie grandma," "grandma," and so on. Every New Year, a constant stream of people come 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 is no 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 a 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 market day, people from the town's tax office come over with their little notebooks, issuing receipts—they're very imposing. We vendors can only be obedient to 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. Actually, the tax office was tiny, with only three or four people. After all, there wasn't much to collect; besides the market day, 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 greatly helped me 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, he generally 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 summoned Da Huang. 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 most memorable memory was of finding an old monk in the snowstorm. Every time I walked this road, I thought of him. That old fellow wasn't dead, was he? 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.
Both sides of the road were lined with locust trees. In early summer, the fragrance of locust blossoms filled the air. These trees were very old, very tall, and the tops of the trees on both sides met, covering the road. I remembered what I had said to my mother when I was a child. I asked her why so many trees were planted along the roadside.
She said it was to prevent people from accidentally walking into the fields on both sides of the road, and to keep livestock out of the fields. At that time, my dad was already driving a car at my ninth uncle's house. I said that this was bad for him. If his brakes failed, there wouldn't be any problems if there were no trees; at most, he would drive into the fields. But with trees, it would be dangerous, and he would definitely crash into them.
When she heard this, her face changed, and she scolded me harshly, saying that I was thinking badly and saying such unlucky things.
That evening, she repeated this to her father, who laughed heartily and praised me for being clever amidst her mother's scolding. That's when I understood: never argue with women; they're all unreasonable.
Later, several trees along the village road were cut down. Actually, I secretly chopped them down that night to help my father, so he could run to the fields if something happened. Unfortunately, I didn't cut many before he died in that inexplicable earthquake.
Thinking back, 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 treasured them like precious gems. When leading horses and cattle past, they kept a close watch on their animals, afraid they might touch the trees.
They said they were 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 it really be that God's will was behind my parents' deaths
, and that my cutting down trees was truly related to this? I refused to believe it. Every time I walked this road, I would let Big Yellow eat as much as it wanted, to see what God could do! Big Yellow seemed to understand me, eating with abandon, sometimes even jumping up to eat, knocking my vegetables out. I didn't mind, letting it be. So, this road was its road to happiness.
The villagers, seeing this scene, dared not speak out, firstly because they were afraid of me, secondly because they were afraid of Big Yellow, and thirdly because they were afraid of the little wolf.
The autumn wind was cool, rustling the dry leaves. The world was very quiet, as if only I and the trees existed. There were few people on the road today. There were many cornfields along the roadside, some turning yellow, indicating that it was harvest season, and almost everyone was harvesting corn. We strolled leisurely, Big Yellow stretching its big neck, hooking its head on a locust tree branch. Unfortunately, it was early autumn, and there weren't many leaves left to eat. It had become a habit for it to hook its head on the branch for amusement. Little Wolf walked beside me with its head bowed.
I wasn't in a hurry. Anyway, no one dared touch my vegetable stall. Ever since I gave that money to the tax chief and recognized him as my godfather, the best spot in the market had always been mine. No one dared to take it, morning or night. Thinking back to how I used to have to get up before dawn every market day to secure a good spot, otherwise there wouldn't be any good spots left. Compared to now, sigh, it
's like heaven and earth. We arrived at the market late in the morning. The weather was nice and clear, but there weren't many people. After all, it was the busy harvest season, and every household 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 that the tax officials weren't too incompetent. This is, of course, thanks to my wise godfather's excellent leadership.
Walking 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 have a pretty good network.
Actually, many of these guys are shrewd and seasoned veterans. You have to be careful when you encounter such people. Luckily, I'm quite cunning; I know how to treat different people differently. With these seasoned veterans, I use a tough approach. 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, no one dares to mess with me. Plus, my uncle is now a very influential figure in the whole 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 all
the decisions. During busy farming seasons, I always help the Party Secretary with chores—a way of currying favor, I suppose. But I call it being a shrewd person; you have to be pragmatic and know how to achieve big results with small investments. Think about it: you're just helping him 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 from me were all well-dressed people, and most were connected to me; they usually bought their vegetables from me.
This was my little trick. You see, in the vegetable selling business, the worst thing you can do is be cheaper than others—that's blocking their profits. So, generally, the prices in the market aren't that different. If you're more expensive, that's fine, even welcome. But if you're cheaper, that's 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 higher prices would deter buyers. 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 it could even find its way home. Little Wolf followed along, catching rabbits along the way.
As we walked, I looked up from my book and realized I was back in Chunshui Village, but we were on a mountain path, north of my house. The ground beneath my feet was all Chunshui Village land; just keep going and I'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 here! Could it be a thief?
I'm either incredibly skilled and daring, or perhaps I'm still completely immersed in the world of "The Red and the Black" and haven't quite come out of it yet, which is why I'm doing something so foolish. Normally, I wouldn't bother with things like this; it's like a dog chasing a mouse, meddling in other
people's business. I got off the cow, patted it, and let it graze where it was, then walked down with the wolf cub. The wolf cub went first and quickly reached the field. I whispered, "Who's there!" The wolf cub let out a low growl.
No movement. The swaying corn stalks stopped moving.
I said, "If you don't make a sound, I'll unleash the dog! Who's there!"
Actually, I had already seen a glimpse of clothing from outside, confirming it was a woman.
A rustling sound rang out, and with the swaying of the corn stalks, a woman emerged from within. Her flushed face only made her more alluring. She wasn't tall, very slender, but had an excellent figure—large breasts, a large bottom, and especially a very thin waist. When she walked, her hips swayed, almost as if they were about to burst out. Combined with her charmingly rustic face, she was even more inflamed. She was the wife of the petty thug who had tried to rape Yu Feng in the cornfield that night. I chuckled, remembering what had happened that night, and a wicked thought crept into my head.
That 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, through a matchmaker, got married.
After marriage, life was good, but unfortunately, Wei Qiang went astray and developed a gambling addiction, so their family was very poor. Wei Qiang's wife was famously beautiful, and many people had designs on her. However, Wei Qiang was a ruthless character; ever since he broke the leg of an old lecher, no one dared to have any improper thoughts. Therefore, he was very resentful of me, believing I wasn't as powerful as people said. He thought others wouldn't dare mess with me, but he wanted to see what I could do to him. I knew his mentality all too well.
But since he had messed with me, I would make him regret ever being born! He was no longer a man, so of course I had an obligation to comfort his wife. Thinking of this, I got an erection again. I remembered a pornographic book I had read, written by a Japanese author, about how to tame a woman and turn her into his sex slave. I had always wanted a woman like that, and now, heaven had presented me with this opportunity!
I said to her, her face flushed, "You're Wei Qiang's wife, aren't you?"
She nodded, her expression hardening, perhaps emboldened by her husband's reputation.
I chuckled, "Is this your land? I remember it belongs to Er Wang!"
She lowered her head, silent. I went inside and brought out a bag of corn, saying, "You're stealing corn, aren't you?"
She lowered her head even further, whispering, "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. Er Wang and your family have always been at odds; why would he lend you any?" I said sarcastically, with a look of disdain.
She fell silent.
I emphasized, "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 struck a nerve. She raised her head, her oval face, large 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. She flinched and quickly lowered 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. My erection grew even stronger.
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 more!" I said sarcastically, wanting to further crush her pride. 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 definitely spank you, right? Today you did something wrong again, 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...why not?" 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, and I hadn't really looked at her body properly. 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 perky 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?!" I asked, whipping her as I did so.
"Ugh, I won't, I won't again, please forgive me!" she whispered, burying her head under her arms.
I stopped, but my erection was still hard, growing stronger.
I looked at her, still moaning, and noticed her pants were wet. Water dripped from her thighs, soaking a patch of her pants. I scooped some out and held it to her, asking, "What's this?" She turned her head away in embarrassment.
I saw 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, and she finally let go.
She was only wearing a vest and a bra. I pulled them together and made her take them off over her head. She had probably given up hope, knowing that resistance was futile, and resignedly cooperated with me as I removed her clothes.
Two large, round, white breasts trembled as they were revealed. Seeing them fueled my lust, and I flipped her over. She was uncomfortable; the bag pressed against her waist, her private parts completely exposed—a humiliating situation.
I picked her up and placed her on her 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 so small, almost hunched over; I wanted to devour it.
I sucked hard on her lips, swirling my tongue inside, enjoying it immensely.
Her body grew softer and softer, collapsing to the ground as if boneless. Only when her tongue joined mine did I leave her mouth and 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 soft yet firm sensation was wonderful.
Finally, unable to suppress my lust any longer, I hurriedly pulled down my pants and tried to insert my erection into her, but I found it awkward and couldn't get it in. With Yu Feng, I had just been thrusting into her from behind, only feeling pleasure. Later, after reading some pornographic books I got from Da Niu, I realized I was being too simplistic, just relentlessly thrusting without any technique.
Now, I'm facing another problem; the more anxious I am, the less I can get it in.
"Pfft!" She chuckled, seeing my flustered state. She lifted her two white thighs, placing them beside my waist, revealing her opening. I knew that her laughter had instantly reversed our relationship; my previous psychological advantage had vanished. I was no longer playing with her. So I clamped her thighs together, aimed my hard member at her wet opening, and thrust it in hard. I inhaled comfortably, recalling my time with Yu Feng—it felt so good, yet she had frowned, seemingly in pain.
I paused for a moment, trying to recall the techniques I'd read in pornographic books, but 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 believing nothing at all.
With each thrust, she couldn't help but let out soft moans, though she covered her mouth with her hand, sounds still escaped her throat. Her face grew increasingly red, spreading to her chest, and her head thrashed from side to side, as if trying to escape 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 in my 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.

Chapter 3: Catching
a Adulterer Late at 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 flowed into 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, etc. 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 strong 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 simply 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 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 on both sides of the street look like.
It's truly poor here; people have no income other than farming. Luckily, we're close to town, where people are city dwellers, eating government food 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 not wealthy, his family was comfortable enough. 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 possessed a captivating charm. I thought that old bachelor had some skill, managing 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 from a distance, I could see her clearly. She was wearing a brothel and an apron, her full breasts jiggling 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!"
Startled, I quickly snapped out of my reverie and nodded.
The woman came forward and greeted me warmly, "Uncle Xu, you've come!"
This was a common greeting in the countryside, carrying many meanings, much like the greeting "Have you eaten?" when meeting someone.
I nodded. Although I didn't like her, I couldn't show it. Keeping my emotions hidden was a little trick I had 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. At her warm invitation, I entered her home. The house was very clean, though simple, it was still quite nice. The house wasn't small, the kang (heated brick bed) was large enough to sleep four or five people, taking up most of the space. Wei Sanzi invited me to sit on the kang, where a table had already been set. I sat cross-legged; ah, the kang was still warm, apparently specially warmed for me.
The small wooden table wasn't big, and Zhang Cuihua was busy serving dishes. Wei Sanzi opened a bottle of liquor, a local specialty, "Drunken Eight Immortals," very strong. I haven't drunk much, so I don't know my tolerance, but of course, I'm not afraid of it.
Zhang Cuihua continued cooking, while we started drinking. The men in the village don't have many pastimes, and they enjoy drinking. They often have a few cups with a plate of peanuts, which feels quite nice. Don't let Wei Sanzi's usual quiet demeanor fool you; he becomes quite talkative when drinking. Perhaps he felt we clicked, because he was incredibly chatty, a complete change from his usual self.
I also let loose with my drinking, and ended up getting drunk. I didn't realize it while inside, but after I went 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 that Wei Sanzi was also drunk, scolded Zhang Cuihua, and slapped her twice. After that, I remember nothing more; I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I found myself lying on his kang (heated brick bed). I looked up at the moon; it was high in the sky, indicating it was 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 fast too?
Wei Sanzi was snorting loudly, fast asleep. The air still smelled of alcohol. The three of us were lying on the kang fully clothed, with Wei Sanzi in the middle and Zhang Cuihua and I 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 Little Wolf lying at the doorway. I felt ashamed; I had completely forgotten about it. In the pitch-black night, Little Wolf's eyes gleamed with a greenish light, making one almost mistake it for a wolf. I myself doubted whether Little Wolf was truly a wolf. When it saw me come out, it got up to greet me, wagging its tail vigorously, seemingly very affectionate.
I felt a touch of warmth, bent down, hugged it, and buried my head in its long fur. It was very clean, often bathing in the stream in front of our 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 of a past event.
Once, after dinner, the three of us sat in the yard enjoying the cool air. I asked my mother to tell me a story, but she couldn't refuse. Unfortunately, she lacked the talent for storytelling, and after thinking for a long time, she finally remembered one: the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. I started to mock her, saying she wasn't very good at it and spouting a bunch of things she didn't understand scientifically. She got furious and immediately turned on me, giving me a good scolding. My father was also implicated, accused of aiding and abetting wrongdoing. After scolding us, she ordered us to go to sleep, not letting us enjoy the cool air in peace. She was truly unreasonable!
Looking back now, 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 are "birds of a feather," a phrase she often used to scold us.
Thinking of this, I feel both warm and heartbroken. Looking at the quiet night sky and listening to the crickets chirping in the air, my hatred for God intensifies again.
I hugged the little wolf, sat down on the ground, and my longing for my parents surged like a tide. My heart felt like it was being squeezed, the pain unbearable. I wanted to destroy everything in front of me. If only people could really go to another world after death.
In that case, I would still see my shrewish mother and foolish father. Would they still be husband and wife there? Would Mom still be constantly bullying Dad? 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 indulging my emotions, a deep sadness welling up inside me, I suddenly heard a noise. Someone inside was getting up, 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, and there stood the alluring Zhang Cuihua, not at all sleepy, but rather full of energy.
She quietly closed the door, glanced into the house, and slowly walked out of the yard, her large buttocks swaying back and forth, making me feel a surge of anger.
I found her behavior suspicious and wanted to follow 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 waiting a short while, Little Wolf and I followed them 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. Compared to Wei Sanzi's house, it was a world of difference. This was the home of an old bachelor named Li Guanggun, whose real name had been forgotten.
He was in his forties, a lifelong bachelor, indulging in all sorts of vices—drinking, gambling, whoring, and squandering any money he had. He was also lazy, neglecting his land. I'd heard he had affairs with several widows in the village, and I'd also heard that Wei Sanzi's wife was having an affair with him—I hadn't expected it to be true.
He didn't even have a dog. Dogs were indispensable here; few houses had walls. 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.
His family didn't use electric lights, still relying on oil lamps, which had a rather old-fashioned feel. I went to the window, moistened my finger with saliva, and gently poked a small hole in the window paper. Through the hole, I saw a scene of eroticism.
Zhang Cuihua and a middle-aged man were both naked. The man had messy, unkempt hair, a lewd appearance, and a few strands of goatee on his thin face—it was Li Guanggun! He stood on the ground, his shoulders supporting Zhang Cuihua's white thighs, thrusting repeatedly. Zhang Cuihua, like a large white sheep, lay supine on the kang (a heated brick bed), her two large breasts swaying with Li Guanggun's thrusts, appearing even more dazzlingly white in the dim oil lamp light.
Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, and she could only moan softly, occasionally letting out cries of "Harder, harder!" Accompanied by the squelching sounds of their bodies colliding, I became hard.
This Li Guanggun's thing was quite large—dark, long, and thick, only slightly shorter than mine. No wonder those widows swooned over him like dung beetles; it turned out his thing was very effective. As it went in and out, Zhang Cuihua's moans rose and fell, and I thought of another phrase: plaintive and sorrowful.
I was furious. This woman was truly promiscuous by nature. Her husband had recovered from his illness, yet she still couldn't shake the thought of having affairs with other women. I felt sorry for Wei Sanzi; having a wife like that was a great tragedy.
I coughed loudly, and 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, so 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.
She was about to get onto the kang (heated brick bed) when 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, Uncle Xu, you're awake?"
I smiled coldly and said, "I was coughing outside Li Guanggun's window, you heard me, didn't you?"
Hearing this, her face turned pale, knowing she had been caught, and she trembled, saying, "Uncle Xu, what are you saying? 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" and now even thunder wouldn't wake him.
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. There are acupoints, 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 "sleeping pills" were just sleeping pills. These are rare here. Rural people don't suffer from insomnia. If they can't sleep, they get up and work; they fall asleep when they're tired. 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 can't be comfortable unless someone fucks you!"
With that, I pushed her down onto the bed, made 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 slipped my hand through the fabric and into her bosom, kneading her full, firm breasts. The soft yet firm, smooth and pleasurable sensation spread 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, fleshy passage held a strange attraction for me. Without hesitation, I pulled down my pants and inserted my penis.
I hadn't expected 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 in my heart. What more could I ask for in life!
The occasional barking of dogs outside the window and the flight of a few magpies from the trees made the village seem even quieter, perhaps startled by something. Yet here I was, in my friend's house, on his lap, beside him, raping his wife. I wondered if I was being a little wicked.
She had lost the ability to think, instinctively thrusting her hips back and forth to meet my thrusts. Her eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed, a picture of ecstasy. Seeing this, I felt a surge of anger. I had intended to punish her, but now it seemed ineffective. So I slapped her large, white buttocks hard—a loud "smack!" She cried out, her watery eyes giving me a reproachful look. I slapped her again, this time on her other buttocks, saying, "You slut, I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"
Perhaps seeing the fierce glint in my eyes, she dared not utter a sound. So, a rain of slaps continued onto her plump, white buttocks, leaving red handprints that contrasted beautifully with her snow-white skin, creating an indescribable allure. Her cries of pain changed 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 forcefully. Finally, I touched her anus with my finger. She immediately came to her senses, her face flushed with shame, saying, "No, it's dirty there."
I laughed, "Has no one ever touched you there before?"
She shook her head, her face burning with embarrassment.
Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, I inserted a finger inside.
"Ouch!" She arched her back, her whole body stiff, her plump white buttocks sticking up high, her fingers tightly gripped, unable to move, her lower body also clenched, 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 eyes, she knew she couldn't argue with me and had to give in, turning her head away, resignedly cooperating with me, loosening her anus.
My penis was still thrusting in and out of her hole, and she gradually lost herself in pleasure again, forgetting the pain in her anus.
I took the opportunity to interrogate her, saying, "How many men have you fucked, you slut?"
She whimpered and didn't make a sound. I slapped her buttocks hard and said, "Tell me!"
"One, only one..." Her voice was trembling with tears.
"Just the same guy as Li Guanggun?" I was stunned and said.
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 using the first move of the Pleasure Technique. The "Pinning Breasts" position, with my two index fingers touching her nipples, gently sending a stream of internal energy into her lower body, merging it with the energy I was sending from my penis. The yin and yang colliding created 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, her vagina contracting repeatedly, spurting out a stream of hot water that felt incredibly good on my penis. I didn't let her go, my hands kneading her plump, white buttocks. Her buttocks were truly wonderful, round and firm, plump and white, like a dough ball. I kneaded them like dough, the texture was wonderful. I continued to fuck her until her face turned pale and she was barely breathing, only then did I stop.
Unfortunately, I didn't get any results from asking, but I think she'll suffer this time. She won't be able to do it for a few days. If Wei Sanzi forces her, she'll definitely suffer. Hehe, that's exactly what
I wanted. This kind of slut needs to be properly taught a lesson. By the time I stepped out of the house, it was already past four in the morning, the darkest time of day. 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 just finished, and I felt completely refreshed, as if the wind was blowing and the clouds were floating. The weather was so nice, the cool air surrounding me subtly resonating with the cool energy in my navel chakra.
A thought struck me. I had heard that 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 it was the supreme blissful method of Tibetan Buddhism, and it was only because I had a karmic connection with it and possessed innate wisdom that it was passed down!
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 experience the rapid, ever-increasing progress of before. Instead, it's like water in a spring, constantly accumulating but remaining at a certain level.
This stagnation is a great torment, a test of willpower. 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, my physique was superior, or 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 altar 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 set up 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 cub . Did he understand the bitterness and coldness of those days? He thought he was being kind, but he didn't know how much I, as a little child, needed care and love.
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, and 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 seemed to handle everything with ease, never appearing exhausted, perhaps due to the effects of my qigong massage. I felt increasingly confident in my skills. I
harnessed it to the cart, tossed the tools onto it, and set off for the fields with the five sheep and the wolf cub.
My fields were on the southern hill in front of my house, across the river. The hill wasn't high or steep, but the soil 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 a case of nothing being perfect?
This road, though bumpy, wasn't difficult to travel on; as long as I didn't go too fast, it was fine. I sat in the car, with Little Wolf in front of Big Yellow, and five lambs behind, occasionally nibbling at the roadside grass before hurriedly catching up. Two of these lambs would be producing milk this year, at which point I could drink my fill of goat milk and give some to Yu Feng. Goat milk is very nutritious, a fact widely touted by many scholars. It
was getting late, as there were few people on the road, but many in the fields beside the road, busy harvesting corn. Occasionally, they would look up and greet me, and I would respond warmly. It's important to greet people 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 grudge is formed, 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 calling out to everyone along the way, I arrived at my field.
My field was rectangular, and the corn looked unripe, still a vibrant green, not yet turning yellow. The corn stalks, arranged in a grid pattern, were bent under the weight of the corn. A gentle breeze rustled the long tassels. Looking at my ninth uncle's field next door, most of the corn was already yellow, just ripe. A slender figure was picking corn among the yellowing stalks—it was Yu Feng.
I didn't know what to do. Should I go over or pretend I didn't see her?
I hesitated for a moment, then made up my mind and went over.

Chapter Four: Yu Feng is Angry .
She's the only one in my ninth uncle's family who can work in the fields. My ninth uncle is busy with his business, my cousin is studying in town, and my grandparents obviously can't work. This is really a burden for her. Fortunately, I've been helping her with the work for the past two or three years, which has lightened her burden. But I've already heard some rumors about my ninth uncle, saying he has a woman outside the village. They've learned a new word in the village: "mistress," saying he has a mistress.
There's no smoke without fire; rumors must have some basis. He must have done something to generate such a scandal. Thinking of the beautiful Yu Feng, I couldn't help but feel indignant.
I walked towards Yu Feng. She was busy husking corn and didn't notice me. I called out, and she turned around with a start. Seeing 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 difficult to hustle, she simply pulled them out by force, snapping the stalks mercilessly. Yu Feng was very virtuous. Even when angry, she wouldn't lash out like other women. How to put it... well, she was very cultured and had a refined air.
I knew she was angry. She had a good temper and didn't get angry easily, but when she did, no one could stop her. That's why my ninth 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 mine.
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; people were willing to be fined into bankruptcy just to have a son. Fortunately, her ninth 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 ninth 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 ninth uncle's back, giving me the best food. When her ninth uncle wasn't home, she would come to keep me company, holding me as I slept. She was the only warmth in my miserable days; only she could warm my heart.
"Yu Feng, I'm sorry. I was too impulsive that night and couldn't control myself. That's why I did such a beastly thing. I really regret it. Please forgive me!" I said with a pained expression, following closely beside her as I helped her with her work while begging for forgiveness.
She remained silent, her face dark, only twisting the corn with even more force, leaving a trail of crooked, sprawling corn in her wake, as if Big Yellow had walked by.
She was clearly very 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 truly enraged 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, it makes sense. I'm all grown up now; this tactic has lost much of its power. Anyone else seeing it would probably cringe.
"Slap!" She slapped my hand away, still ignoring me. I finally understood; she was genuinely angry this time. So I stopped talking and silently followed behind her, helping her with the work. Sometimes, actions speak louder than words.
And so, we remained silent, each going about our work. I knew I couldn't rush things; I had 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 midday. Because I had used my strength and worked quickly, I had already harvested all the corn
from her two acres of land. 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. Yufeng'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 arc, 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. Her waist was slender; it was rare to see such a thin waist here. Most village women had thicker waists, probably from working in the fields. Her slender waist made her already small buttocks appear large. When she walked, swaying her hips, she exuded endless charm. All of this fueled my burning desire.
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? She seemed like a young girl, with a shyness unique to young women, captivating and seductive. I could even see the blush on her neck and chest. I really wanted to pull back the covers to see if her breasts were also red.
I brought Dahuang over, and Xiaolang ran over too. Seeing Yufeng, it wagged its tail and rubbed against her. It was fierce and aggressive towards everyone else, but incredibly kind to Yufeng, always very affectionate. Yufeng also loved its intelligence. Whenever her ninth uncle hosted guests, she would give it the leftovers. Xiaolang appreciated this; it wouldn't even glance at other people's food, let alone eat it, but it trusted Yufeng completely.
After cuddling with Xiaolang for a while, Yufeng's expression softened, turning from gloomy to partly cloudy. At my insistence, she rested to the side while I loaded the truck.
Two acres of corn couldn't possibly fit in one truck; I could only load as much as I could. I used corn and rice stalks to block the sides of the truck as I loaded the corn.
I wasn't usually sweating or tired, but at this moment I had to feign weakness, not try to be a hero. So I used my inner energy to force myself to sweat, pretending to be dizzy and panting.
As expected of my woman who cares about me, she finally couldn't bear to watch any longer 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... and I'll be done." Saying that, I hurriedly started working again, even more vigorously than before.
Suddenly, I saw Yufeng's face turn red again. I felt a little confused. Had I said something I shouldn't have?
My penis was hard, and I couldn't hide it from anyone. She was so close to me; she must have seen everything clearly.
I saw her eyes occasionally sneaking glances at me, 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 the cart. She didn't say much, just stroked the big yellow dog, making it so that the dog couldn't open its eyes while pulling the cart. I was a little jealous of it. I suddenly thought that if things could always be like this, with her quietly staying by my side, how happy that would be.
Perhaps this was the 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 slept—how wonderful that would be!
Lost in these fantasies, I suddenly sensed something was amiss and quickly gathered my thoughts. I noticed a carriage rushing down the slope. The road was narrow, only wide enough for one carriage at a time; two carriages couldn't pass side-by-side, only one at a time—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 close.
I realized there was no one in the carriage; it must have been a frightened horse. Such horses are terrifying; they kick people and are impossible to control. You can only follow behind it and try to catch it when it tires out. Trying to force it is very difficult!
At that moment, I disregarded everything else and pulled Yu Feng over. She was too frightened to move and let me hold her. I couldn't care less about enjoying her petite and fragrant body; I just stared intently at the carriage, yelling for Big Yellow to go to the field by the roadside. Luckily, Big Yellow was obedient and quickly went into the field. But there's no escaping what might happen. The horse, as if possessed, charged at me with a deep-seated hatred. I could see its reddened eyes, revealing a crazed light.
A surge of anger welled up inside me, fueled by the resentment I felt towards Yu Feng that morning. 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, ignoring Yu Feng's calls, and secretly gathered my strength. When the carriage arrived, it was right in front of me, glaring fiercely. Just as it was about to charge, I dodged to the side and punched it hard in the side, but I couldn't avoid the carriage and was knocked down.
A scream rang out: "Zixing, no!"
It was Yu Feng's voice. Through the dust kicked up by the carriage, I saw her stumble and run off, rushing towards me, just as frightened as the startled horse from before.
She rushed over and hugged me tightly, anxiously asking, "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 I could hardly breathe. My head was enveloped by her soft, fragrant breasts, and I could hear her heart pounding 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! Don't you know you're asking for death?! Do you dare to do it again?" Her eyes were wide open, her face pale, and her lips trembling.
I knew she was badly frightened by me. Although she hit me, my heart warmed even more, as if I had returned to the past.
I've been mischievous 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 even 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, and I would feel guilty. When she hit me, I would convince myself that "hitting is a sign of affection, scolding is a sign of 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, and she seemed quite 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 maddened 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, at most rolling a couple of times on the ground.
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 well-known, and seeing the horse's pitiful state broke his heart. He muttered to himself, "What to do, what to 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 was trying to pull some corn when it suddenly went berserk, and now it's like this. What happened?"
I asked, "Was it frightened or did it eat something?"
He didn't seem interested in talking 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 gasped 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, 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. It was strange, but also very beautiful. Watching me sit with my eyes closed, I had a solemn and dignified air that made her afraid to move.
I was actually practicing internal energy, which is dynamic energy cultivation. I have learned two types of qigong: static and dynamic. Static qigong is a still practice, involving forming hand mudras and sitting in meditation. Dynamic qigong is not the same as dynamic qigong. 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 a form that resonates with a certain energy in heaven and earth, allowing energy to be quickly absorbed into the body.
The dynamic exercises are very difficult, requiring you to have hundreds or even thousands of hand seals memorized and able to execute them freely and without hindrance. Even the slightest hesitation will lead to failure, or even danger.
Fortunately, I have focused solely on diligent practice over the past few years, and have only managed to use this technique with difficulty.
It is indeed profound. I felt a surge of intense heat enter through my Heavenly Gate, flowing into my chakra. With different hand seals, the heat flowed from different meridians back to my chakra, making my whole body feel warm and full of energy. I finished the exercise and stood up, feeling refreshed and even more energetic than before. I opened my eyes and saw Yu Feng staring at me with her delicate eyes, which made me feel very uncomfortable. I said, "Yu Feng."
She snapped out of her daze, blushed slightly, and quickly said, "Yes, you're all better
now." I said, "I'm fine now. 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 directly and wanted to keep her in suspense, so I pretended not to see her and got into the car to go home.
I sat in the car, feeling unusually excited. Looking at her slender body, my penis was rock hard, but I didn't pay much attention; it was probably just my own desire rising.
We arrived at my ninth uncle's house.
My ninth uncle was now the richest man in the village, and his house was the most luxurious—a stone-tiled house with an imposing gate that gave off a sense of oppression. In recent years, I hadn't visited his house unless absolutely necessary. Firstly, I didn't want to see him, and secondly, I felt his house had too high a threshold, giving off an arrogant and overbearing vibe.
I parked the car in front of the gate and started unloading. Their yard was large enough to hold plenty of corn. Just then, two elderly people came out of the yard. They were quite plump and in good spirits. These were my maternal grandparents. Most of the other elderly people in the village were too thin, but they were quite plump, a testament to my uncle's filial piety. They held their heads high in public, feeling very proud!
I didn't have a particularly good impression of them because they weren't there when I needed them most.
They were very enthusiastic, though. They were very happy to see me, pulling me aside and asking all sorts of questions. They even tried to stuff things into my arms—candy and fruit. These were for the village children; they were a rare treat. Most families could barely afford to eat their fill, let alone buy 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 very close to them, I was touched by their enthusiasm and smiled back. Besides, my mother looks very much like my maternal grandmother, so even if I didn't care about my maternal grandmother, I had to give my mother face.
After a while, they started working. The old 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 ninth uncle's house.
His house was very spacious, with three rooms in a row. The middle room was the living room, and there was a sofa, a rare find, unique in the village. It was soft and very comfortable to sit on. My ninth uncle and Yu Feng lived in the east room, and my maternal grandfather and his wife lived in the west room. It was a large room with a set of cabinet furniture, neat and luxurious.
Of course, I stayed at their house for lunch. Yu Feng's cooking was superb; I never got tired of her food. Besides, I had ulterior motives.
So I sat in the living room and watched TV. I rarely saw TV these days. I used to watch it often when I was a child, but I haven't watched it much since. I hadn't watched TV for two or three years. The TV series "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was on, specifically the episode of "Discussing Heroes Over Wine."
But as I watched, I felt my body getting hotter and hotter, and my lower body became incredibly hard. I couldn't see Yu Feng, which was very abnormal. Forgetting about the TV, I sat down and focused my attention. A chill ran through me; my practice had gone wrong.
I had exhausted my internal energy today. If I had used stillness exercises, my cultivation would have advanced further; if I had used movement exercises, the effects would have been faster. But the mistake was that I was practicing at noon, when the energy between heaven and earth is at its most yang. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem; I could quickly assimilate it. But I chose to absorb this yang energy when my internal energy was depleted. Without internal energy to assimilate it, I was in this state—burning with yang fire.
Waves of intense heat surrounded me. I quickly ran to Yu Feng's lap and sat cross-legged to practice. Unfortunately, my mind was chaotic, and I couldn't achieve complete meditation. Movement exercises would only be a temporary fix.
Hot! Hot! I was unbearably hot. I hurriedly ran to the well in the yard, scooped up a basin of water from the water vat, and poured it over my head. The sudden coolness brought me back to my senses, but the heat returned, surging uncontrollably. I panicked, knowing I was about to encounter the most dreaded step for those practicing martial arts:
qi deviation! I could only keep pouring water on it; in no time, the entire tub was empty, yet it seemed to be getting hotter.
Just then, Yu Feng, wearing an apron, came out of the room, her face full of worry. She grabbed my hand holding the basin and asked, "Zixing, what's wrong? What happened?"
I noticed that the heat had lessened considerably where she was holding me. A sudden realization dawned on me—how foolish I'd been! I hadn't considered this method; a woman's yin energy was now like a magic elixir—the union of yin and yang would surely resolve 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? If you scare Yu Feng to death, you'll have an easier time. Tell me quickly, 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 face was full of complex expressions, 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 how hot I was. I quickly followed her inside.

Chapter Five: A Second Blossom
She sat on the sofa. It was large enough to sleep four or five people. There was a wardrobe at the end of the sofa with blankets inside. She kept her head down, not speaking or looking at me. We sat there silently, the room filled with an atmosphere that stirred my heart.
"Yu Feng
." "Hmm." "
Yu Feng."
"Hmm." "
Yu Ji...
" "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, appearing more beautiful than ever before.
I saw that she didn't say anything, and I knew she was still too shy. 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 her cool aura through her clothes, like being immersed in a river in summer—it felt wonderful. The restless heat in my heart subsided, but another fire rose from my lower abdomen, making me excited.
I held her tightly in my arms, pulling her close, and then fell onto the 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 only fueled my possessiveness. I wrapped my legs around her lower body and put my arms around her upper body, only her head could move. She could only shake her head and dodge, making it difficult to catch her. I could only use my hands to hold her face and forcefully kiss her.
Her slightly dry lips and fragrant tongue stirred my heart. I kissed her fiercely, wanting to suck all the moisture from her mouth, to draw in her tongue, to become one with her.
After what seemed like an eternity, I felt a growing weariness. I took a deep breath and began to undress her. By then, she had gone limp, as if boneless. But her shirt had many buttons, making it difficult to remove. In frustration, I ripped it off, revealing her blouse—a white silk vest that made her fair skin even more alluring.
I pulled it off, and her white breasts sprang forth, the nipples 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 had always wanted to touch these breasts; how wonderful it would be to sleep touching them! Now I could finally touch them again, unable to put them down, completely satisfied.
I kneaded them vigorously, and Yu Feng gasped for breath,
like the sound of a cold winter day, occasionally letting out soft moans. The sounds were so sweet and cloying that they made my heart itch. Her cheeks were flushed, and she no longer possessed her usual dignified beauty, but rather a seductive allure. Her supple body writhed like a snake, her legs twisting tightly together, as if she were in great discomfort. I pressed down on her, almost being thrown off.
I whispered, "Yu Feng, Yu Feng."
She became even more shy when I called her name, but didn't respond. I felt a surge of satisfied pleasure, almost wanting to burst into laughter. I called her name even more enthusiastically, and she scolded me angrily, "You little rascal, stop calling me!" Her flushed face made her indescribably beautiful.
I became aroused, feeling unbearable pressure down there. I hurriedly went to untie her belt. In the countryside, people's belts are just a strip of cloth tied in a knot, which is easy to untie. Just grab the loop and pull it open. She cooperated by lifting her buttocks so I could pull down her pants, along with her underwear. She quickly covered her genitals with her hands, revealing only a few strands of hair, which I couldn't take my eyes off. The dark, shiny hair contrasted with 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 could only let me do as I pleased, 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 two quilts from the wardrobe, laying one on her and covering 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 chill, 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 flushed, and she turned cold. But I wasn't afraid of her and continued without restraint. She couldn't do anything about it; she was wet and then dried, then 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 stray 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 books: 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 Ninth Uncle must have another woman outside, and he probably won't treat Yu Feng very well. Thinking of this, I felt a mixture 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 my internal energy had overflowed after finishing my practice, hence the bright light in my eyes.
Yu Feng said, "Dad, he knows qigong!" I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I felt there was something strange in Yu Feng's tone, as if a wife was 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? Can you 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 Jiu's house, Little Wolf and Big Yellow were already quite impatient. Big Yellow was gnawing on the tree in front of Uncle Jiu'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. Haha, 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 the little wolf woke me. I went to open the door, and there were three people standing there: one man and two women. The man was burly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked very imposing. It was my best friend, Da Niu.
This kid is now in high school—that's impressive! Historically, very few people from our village have gone to high school. Most of them dropped out of elementary school and went home to help with farm work. In short, the school was just for babysitting.
Most of the villagers who didn't finish high school weren't the children's fault; the root of the problem lay with the adults. They hadn't fully grasped the importance of education, and this careless attitude directly affected the children. Naturally, their grades weren't good, and poor grades meant they had to go back to farming, creating a vicious cycle.
Da Niu, on the other hand, was 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. Furthermore, with my guidance, he finally got into junior high and high school.
So, he should 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 had already blurted out "Brother Xu." I laughed and said, "Da Niu, oh, Li Fugui, what brings you back?" Since I was in front of two women, I naturally had to give him some face and couldn't call him by his nickname directly, although his formal 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—both so expressive and captivating.
Both women looked nervous, their faces pale, probably frightened by the little wolf.
Da Niu quickly said, "Brother Xu, this is Ms. Song Siya, the teacher who's coming to our village school. This is my classmate Zhang Jing; she just got her vacation and rushed back to see you."
I called the little wolf over and let them into the house. I saw the two women looking around curiously, like country bumpkins visiting a grand garden, wondering 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 inside, but outwardly I remained humble, 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 was really good. He was always number one 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 life in the city. It filled me with longing, and my inner resentment was completely ignited. Although my heart was churning, 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 every two years or so; 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's not resilient enough 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 would be difficult. 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 her desk and began to read.
Da Niu said, "Sister Siya, if you like books, you're in luck! Brother Xu has quite a collection."
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 was captivating, like melting snow, radiating light.
I smiled faintly, "Of course, it's rare to find someone who appreciates my collection." Actually, I wasn't keen. I'm generous with other things, but I don't lend books. However, I couldn't refuse her.
Perhaps it was the captivating radiance of her smile, or perhaps it was because she resembled my mother.
Finally, Da Niu revealed his true purpose: Song Siya was new here and a woman; the village thugs would surely bully her, so he wanted me to protect her.
Previously, several young female teachers were harassed by local thugs. They complained several times, but to no avail. Even the respected elders of 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 seeds, and dig up 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 thugs wouldn't dare to mess with her.
They didn't leave until evening. Before they left, I gave Song Siya a bamboo flute. I made it myself, specifically for summoning wolf cubs. It has a high-pitched sound; it doesn't take much effort to produce a piercing shriek that wolf cubs can hear from a great distance. If she played it at the school, the wolf cubs would definitely hear it here.
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 had to do something.
I'd read many books on economics, but none of them applied to reality. After much thought, I came up with only one solution: starting with growing vegetables.
Growing vegetables can indeed be profitable, but why do so many people grow vegetables yet no one becomes wealthy? There's only one answer: insufficient scale.
Most people only cultivate one or two acres, content with making a little money, afraid 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.
Earning 100 yuan per acre means earning 1000 yuan per ten acres—it's an easy way of thinking, but people don't think this way. Their mindset is that they might lose 10 yuan per acre, but 100 yuan per acre.
So they dare not do big things; they just want to earn a little money, enough to get by. In industry terms, it's about "risk." People dare not 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 ninth uncle's family had become wealthy, while everyone else was barely making ends meet. Was it because my ninth 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 business. 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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