[Urban] Sorghum Fields Wet with Dew (Full) - 34-36

Chapter 251: Marching into Jiapigou

Last night, Qu Yong and his men watched as Yang Leiluo forced them with a rifle to rescue Su Xiaomeng, then locked them in a room. It took a dozen men quite a while to pry open the wooden-boarded window and escape. Curious about how Yang Leiluo, bound hand and foot, had escaped, Qu Yong led his men to the room where Yang Leiluo was being held. When Qu Yong arrived at the door, he saw the two Red Guards still standing guard, looking utterly foolish. Enraged, he slapped each of them hard across the face, yelling, "What the hell are you doing standing here? Yang Leiluo has already escaped! Are you fucking dead?"

The two Red Guards, bewildered, rubbed their burning cheeks and said, "Escaped? How could that be? We didn't leave!"

Qu Yong stormed into the room, followed by the two Red Guards on guard. The window inside was wide open, clearly indicating that Yang Leiluo had escaped through it. Qu Yong carefully examined the floor and saw the ropes binding Yang Leiluo still lying in the corner, along with a shovel. Everyone understood that Yang Leiluo had used the shovel to cut the ropes. Qu Yong, furious, turned to the two Red Guards on guard duty: "He sawed the ropes; it'll take a long time. Didn't you hear a thing?"

"No...no sound..."

one Red Guard stammered.

Qu Yong slapped him again and left. Qu Yong gathered all the Red Guards and militiamen in the school and split them into four groups to chase after Yang Leiluo and Su Xiaomeng. One group even headed towards the county town, as Qu Yong knew Su Xiaomeng needed to go there to catch a bus home.

By dawn, all four groups returned empty-handed, without even a trace of Yang Leiluo and Su Xiaomeng.

Qu Yong was anxious and furious. He was determined that even if he couldn't find Su Xiaomeng, he could always find Yang Leiluo. Just the fact that he had rescued two counter-revolutionaries was enough reason to arrest and execute him. He hurriedly sent people to the town to fetch Tian Zifu and Liu Guizhi. At that time, Tian Zifu was still in bed with Liu Guizhi. Hearing that Qu Yong had something important to discuss with them, he dared not delay.

The group secretly gathered in Luo Meilan's office to report and analyze the serious enemy situation that had occurred the previous night. The abduction of two counter-revolutionaries at the school was a typical counter-revolutionary uprising. There was no doubt that Yang Leiluo had been labeled a counter-revolutionary and traitor. They needed to discuss how to capture him and how to deal with him afterward.

Tian Zifu, Liu Guizhi, and Luo Meilan were all shocked. Liu Guizhi thought for a while, looked at Qu Yong, and said: "Yang Leiluo broke into the prison and rescued two counter-revolutionaries. His counter-revolutionary identity is obvious. There's no doubt about it." However, we must see through the phenomenon to the essence. We cannot stop at the matter itself; we must dig deep into its roots… Think about it, Yang Leiluo is just a sixteen-year-old boy, yet he so audaciously and recklessly wages a life-or-death confrontation with the vast proletariat. Can this matter be so isolated and simple? Behind him, there must be a larger and more deeply rooted bourgeois camp hiding. There must be a larger class enemy headquarters directing him. What we need to investigate is where this larger bourgeois headquarters is hiding.”

Luo Meilan hurriedly echoed, clapping her hands, and said, “Director Liu’s analysis is so accurate and profound. Yang Leiluo’s ruthless struggle against us is definitely not isolated. There must be a larger class enemy hiding behind him!”

Tian Zifu, who had been frowning, said calmly, “Hmm, your analysis makes a lot of sense. Continue analyzing…”

Qu Yong blinked and thought for a while, then slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, “Do we even need to analyze Yang Leiluo’s backers?” "It's his father, Yang Beian! Yang Beian has long been suspected of being capitalist. For years he's been advocating the capitalist road and has always been at odds with my father. This hidden bourgeois headquarters must be in Jiapigou Brigade, and Yang Beian is its head. We should immediately go to Jiapigou Brigade, completely destroy this hidden counter-revolutionary camp, and then arrest and execute Qu Yong!"

Liu Guizhi nodded, saying gravely, "Qu Yong is right. It seems the Cultural Revolution struggle in each brigade should start with Jiapigou Brigade. Destroying the bourgeois headquarters there and dragging out the hidden monsters and demons will set a good example for the struggles in other brigades. Right now, the revolutionary struggle in Jiapigou Town and Jiapigou Middle School has already won its first battle. Although Su Xiaomeng and Cai Jing have run away, the bourgeois headquarters there has been destroyed. Next, we must shift the focus of the struggle to Jiapigou Brigade!" "

She then looked at Qu Yong and said, "Qu Yong, you still need to be at the forefront of the battle in Jiapigou Brigade. You young Red Guards are the main force of our revolution. Continue to display your fighting spirit of destroying everything!"

Qu Yong immediately became excited and eager to try, saying, "That's for sure. I'm already determined to fight my way back to Jiapigou. So, tell me, when do we march on Jiapigou Brigade?"

Liu Guizhi glanced at Tian Zifu and asked, "Zifu, what do you say? Why aren't you saying anything? You're the leader of the movement in our town!"

Tian Zifu thought for a while with a serious expression and said, "I support your idea. Struggle must be swift and decisive. We can't give the enemy a chance to breathe. I think it's better to act quickly, especially after Yang Leiluo's heinous act of rescuing the counter-revolutionary. This shows that the situation in Jiapigou is very serious. I will take charge of the next struggle in the town and the middle school. You can go to Jiapigou to fight with peace of mind!" "You and Qu Yong should discuss the specifics of how and when to act. You're still the leader of the Cultural Revolution work group in Jiapigou Brigade, so you'll be responsible for the specific arrangements!"

Actually, Tian Zifu was eager for Qu Yong to leave the town. This kid wasn't as obedient as before; he was acting recklessly and wasn't taken seriously anymore. Getting him out of there as soon as possible would allow him to focus on the movement.

Liu Guizhi thought for a long time, looked at Qu Yong, and said, "Then we'll march into Jiapigou today. My two work group members have been holding the line in Jiapigou Brigade these past few days and have done a lot of work. All the pre-battle preparations are complete, just waiting for us to return and begin the struggle. Qu Yong, you need to gather your Red Star Fighting Team today and prepare for the battle in Jiapigou!"

Qu Yong puffed out his chest and shouted, "Absolutely no problem! My fighting team will be invincible! We'll wipe out all the counter-revolutionaries there, leaving no one alive! Just you wait and see!" Liu Guizhi nodded appreciatively and said, "

Well done! You're a revolutionary budding talent. Zifu and I were right about you. When we get to Jiapigou, the first thing we need to do is cooperate well with your father and have him organize the Jiapigou Brigade's rebel team to participate in our struggle. They are the force we rely on because they are familiar with the situation in Jiapigou and have a lot of evidence and information about the class enemies!"

Qu Yong nodded and said, "That's for sure. My father has much more experience in struggle than I do. I still need to learn from him!"

Afterwards, the group discussed the next steps for Jiapigou Town and Jiapigou Middle School and unanimously agreed that Tian Zifu would stay here to oversee the struggle in the town and the middle school, with Luo Meilan assisting Tian Zifu. Then Liu Guizhi said to Qu Yong, "Let's go back and prepare for the expedition. We'll set off promptly at eight o'clock and march on the Jiapigou Brigade!" Qu Yong

stood still, looking at Liu Guizhi and Tian Zifu, and asked, "So, when I get to Jiapigou, should I arrest Yang Leiluo first?" Liu

Guizhi thought for a moment and felt it was necessary. If Yang Leiluo were outside, the operation to bring down Yang Bei'an would be very troublesome. She said, "That's for sure. He's now a veritable traitor to the revolution, so of course we have to arrest him!"

Qu Yong then made a request to Tian Zifu, saying, "Secretary Tian, I request that you send me two armed militiamen from the armed forces department. That counter-revolutionary Yang Leiluo is hard to subdue without guns; he knows martial arts!"

Tian Zifu thought for a while and then agreed, saying, "Okay, then I'll send you two armed militiamen to join your fighting team!

"

Chapter 252: A Heated Scene

Shortly after breakfast, students began to arrive at school one after another. Although the school had been closed for the Cultural Revolution, most students still came every day. A small group of moderates were there to watch the excitement. The Cultural Revolution was in full swing at the school, with daily denunciations of capitalist roaders and "monsters and demons." Curiosity and a thirst for novelty drew some students to the school to observe. The majority of students, however, came with revolutionary fervor and a fighting spirit. Their youthful enthusiasm was ignited by a distorted form of worship. They didn't want to fall behind the times and were interested in participating in this raging struggle. Among these were members of the "Red Star Combat Team," whose revolutionary beliefs were firm and whose fighting spirit was high. They seemed to be filled with revolutionary fervor and a fighting spirit.

Among them were three female students from Jiapigou Brigade: Feng Dongmei, Sui Xiaocai, and Sun Yajing. The three girls, brimming with fighting spirit, rode their bicycles to school early to report to Qu Yong, the captain of the combat team, and await instructions on their combat mission.

Qu Yong gathered the more than thirty members of the Red Star Combat Team on the playground and solemnly announced their combat mission: "Young revolutionaries, today I'm taking you back to my hometown, Jiapigou Brigade, to fight against the counter-revolutionary forces there!"

Then, Qu Yong quoted Liu Guizhi's earlier words: "Right now, the revolutionary struggle in Jiapigou Town and Jiapigou Middle School has achieved its first victory. The bourgeois headquarters here has been destroyed. Next, we will shift the focus of the struggle to Jiapigou Brigade! You will still be at the forefront of the battle in Jiapigou Brigade. You young Red Guards are the main force of our revolution. Continue to demonstrate your fighting spirit of destroying everything!" The

young members of the Red Star Combat Team were immediately filled with excitement, waving their fists and shouting: "We will fight our way to Jiapigou, drag out all the monsters and demons there, and carry the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution through to the end! Long live Chairman Mao!"

Although some didn't know where Jiapigou Brigade was, the prospect of a place to fight and struggle against class enemies thrilled them.

Qu Yong then gave an impromptu battle mobilization speech, concluding with, "This time, our march into Jiapigou has another important and arduous task: to capture the counter-revolutionary traitor Yang Leiluo. As the son of poor and lower-middle peasants, Yang Leiluo has completely betrayed the revolution and become a shameful traitor. His crimes are heinous, and we must capture him!"

Standing in the crowd, Feng Dongmei felt a surge of tension upon hearing Qu Yong's last words: What had Yang Leiluo done now? How had he become a traitor again? She quickly went behind Qu Yong and nudged him. Qu Yong turned around and saw Feng Dongmei. A surge of joy welled up inside him; he had just been thinking of looking for her, and she had come to him on her own initiative. He deliberately asked, "Dongmei, is something wrong?"

Feng Dongmei's eyes were filled with panic and confusion. She asked, "You said Yang Leiluo is a traitor and that you want to arrest him… What happened? How is he a traitor?"

Qu Yong felt a surge of pride. He was about to tell Feng Dongmei about this when he put on a serious expression and said, "Dongmei, there was a counter-revolutionary riot at school last night. You didn't know, did you? This rioter is your boyfriend, Yang Leiluo!"

"A counter-revolutionary riot? And it's related to Yang Leiluo? What happened?"

Feng Dongmei looked at him in astonishment.

"Yes, a counter-revolutionary riot. Yang Leiluo broke into the prison with a gun and rescued the counter-revolutionary Su Xiaomeng!"

Qu Yong said, staring intently at Feng Dongmei's expression. At that moment, he felt incredibly happy and proud.

"Ah? Yang Leiluo rescued Su Xiaomeng? Where did he take her?"

Feng Dongmei's face was pale, whether from fear or jealousy.

"Is there any doubt about it? He rescued Su Xiaomeng, but we don't know where he took her. I sent people to search all night, but we couldn't catch them. Maybe they escaped back to Su Xiaomeng's hometown, or maybe the two of them hid in that sorghum field and had some fun. In any case, something terrible has happened!"

Qu Yong was subtly fanning the flames, convinced that Feng Dongmei was filled with jealousy and resentment.

Feng Dongmei stood there, painfully twisting the hem of her clothes. Her eyes were filled with a hazy, gray mist, and her lips trembled, unable to utter a single word.

Qu Yong, even more smug and delighted, pressed his advantage, saying, "Dongmei, now you should believe what kind of relationship Yang Leiluo and Su Xiaomeng have, right? When Su Xiaomeng was being criticized, Yang Leiluo went up on stage to protect her, like a husband protecting his wife, risking everything. Last night, she even risked her own life to save Su Xiaomeng from the militia's guns. Do you think Yang Leiluo would have been so devoted to her if it were just a simple teacher-student relationship? This proves that Yang Leiluo likes Su Xiaomeng, not you! It's not just a simple mutual liking; they've definitely already had that kind of relationship. I saw them with my own eyes that time..." "They were doing that in the sorghum field. I saw it clearly, and Luo Meilan also saw them doing that in the clinic's toilet. You didn't believe me before, but now you should believe me, right? There's a high chance that Yang Leiluo and Su Xiaomeng are having fun in the sorghum field right now. You should recognize Yang Leiluo's ugly nature and stop being so delusional!"

Feng Dongmei's heart was churning violently, filled with conflict. She recalled all the abnormal contact between Yang Leiluo and Su Xiaomeng and the way they looked at each other. The main thing was that Yang Leiluo had already rescued Su Xiaomeng, so she had no reason not to believe that Yang Leiluo and Su Xiaomeng had that kind of relationship.

Qu Yong, who had been observing her closely, immediately seized the opportunity to say, "Dongmei, if you still harbor any illusions about Yang Leiluo, you're being incredibly foolish. Not only does he have that ambiguous relationship with Su Xiaomeng, they're also in the same counter-revolutionary camp, class enemies hiding among us. Let me give you another secret: the counter-revolutionary we're going to drag out when we go back to Jiapigou is Yang Leiluo's father, Yang Beian, and maybe his grandfather, Yang Wanji, is also a hidden counter-revolutionary!"

Feng Dongmei's face grew even paler as she asked, "You mean... Secretary Yang is also a counter-revolutionary? How is that possible?"

"Why is it impossible? The work team has already obtained conclusive evidence of Yang Beian's counter-revolutionary activities; they're just waiting for us to go back and drag him out!"

Feng Dongmei stood there stunned, her mind blank, seemingly unable to think of anything.

Qu Yong quickly brought up Liu Guizhi's words again, saying, "Yang Leiluo broke into the prison and rescued two counter-revolutionaries. His counter-revolutionary identity is obvious, there's no doubt about that. However, we must look beyond the surface and see the essence. We can't just stop at this incident itself; we must dig deep into its roots... Think about it, Yang Leiluo is just a sixteen-year-old boy, yet he so boldly and recklessly confronts our vast proletariat to the death. Can this matter be so isolated and simple? Behind him, there must be a larger and more deeply rooted bourgeois camp. There must be a larger class enemy headquarters directing him. What we need to investigate is where this larger bourgeois headquarters is hiding?"

Feng Dongmei finally spoke up, asking, "You mean... there's a group of class enemies hiding in our Jiapigou, like Yang Beian and his gang?"

"That's right, you've finally figured it out! Yang Bei'an and Yang Leiluo are both key members of the counter-revolutionaries. This time, we're going to thoroughly expose them. Dongmei, you're a pure child of poor and lower-middle peasants, a true member of the proletariat, and a member of the fighting team. You must stand firm on your position!"

"Then... what should I do?"

Feng Dongmei asked anxiously.

"You must completely sever ties with the Yang family to avoid being implicated!"

Qu Yong said.

"But I've already broken off that childhood betrothal with Yang Leiluo. We're no longer related. How can I sever ties?"

"That's just a formality. You must completely sever ties with him in your heart, always remembering that he's not from the same class as us. More importantly, Yang Leiluo doesn't genuinely like you; he's toying with you. He likes Su Xiaomeng; they're the ones from the same class!"

Qu Yong's next words completely shattered Feng Dongmei's psychological defenses. The thought of Yang Leiluo rescuing Su Xiaomeng and disappearing without a trace filled her with hatred. Moreover, if the Yang family were truly counter-revolutionaries, she would absolutely never have anything to do with them again. So she hardened her heart and said, "I...I'm willing to sever all ties with Yang Leiluo, including psychologically..."

Qu Yong was overjoyed. He suppressed his excitement and consolidated his victory, saying, "

You're doing well, your class stance is very firm. In a moment, I'll announce that you're the deputy captain of the Red Star Combat Team!"

Chapter 253: Changing Clothes

Breakfast had just passed, and smoke was still rising from the chimneys of some houses in Jiapigou Village. Recently, the production team had been neglecting its duties, and people were feeling uneasy. Some members had become lazy, getting up very late in the morning. The sky was overcast, as if brewing a rain.

Suddenly, a surprising scene unfolded on the streets of Jiapigou: twenty or thirty teenagers on bicycles strode confidently into the village. These teenagers wore worn-out yellow military uniforms, wide leather belts around their waists, yellow military caps on their heads, bright red armbands on their arms, and Mao Zedong badges on their chests. Several of their bicycles even had red-tasseled spears strapped to them.

The people of Jiapigou's eyes lit up immediately. Could these be the legendary Red Guards? Some had seen Red Guards in the county town and were certain they were Red Guards; others had recently seen them in the town, and rumors had circulated that the Red Guards had already staged a rebellion in the town. They were certain they had come to the village to rebel and arrest counter-revolutionaries.

People stared wide-eyed. Someone with sharp eyes exclaimed, "Isn't that Red Guard leading the way Qu Haishan, the son of our village's brigade leader?"

Upon closer inspection, there were quite a few girls among the Red Guards. You wouldn't easily tell unless you looked closely; they were all dressed in the same yellow military uniforms as the boys, wearing military caps. Only their high chests and pretty faces revealed them to be girls. Someone else shouted, "There are girls from our village among these female Red Guards… Look, that's Feng Dongmei, the daughter of Accountant Feng, and oh my, Sui Xiaocai, the daughter of Sui Da'er… Isn't that Sun Yajing, the sister of Sun Dabao?"

People were clearly astonished. The world had truly changed; even the girls from their village were Red Guards!

The Red Guards each held a copy of the Red Quotations, shouting slogans: "Sweep away all monsters and demons! Destroy the Four Olds, establish the Four News! Carry the great proletarian cultural revolution through to the end! Long live Chairman Mao!"

The village streets of Jiapigou immediately erupted in commotion.

Cui De, Cui Huahua's father, who was watching the commotion from the street, felt it most keenly. The Red Guards he had seen in the county town were exactly like this. It seemed the village was about to be turned upside down. These kids didn't care about the world; they were arresting counter-revolutionaries, destroying the Four Olds, and daring to do anything. The City God statue in the City God Temple was carried to the street by students from the county middle school and smashed to pieces. Later, the county magistrate intervened. If these students hadn't been stopped, they would have even demolished the temple. Black Dog, the blacksmith, hadn't slept for days, working overtime to forge spears, saying everyone needed one.

The Red Guards, shouting slogans, headed straight for the brigade headquarters. The villagers who had come to watch followed behind, and the village street fell silent. Shortly after the Red Guards entered the brigade headquarters, Qu Yong appeared on the village street with two militiamen carrying rifles. Qu Yong led the two heavily armed militiamen straight to the home of the village secretary, Yang Beian. The gate to Secretary Yang's courtyard was bolted. Two militiamen were about to knock when Qu Yong stopped them. He whispered a few words to them, and the three of them went around to the back of the secretary's house.

Qu Yong led the way, climbing over the back wall and jumping into the yard. The two militiamen followed suit. They quietly approached the back door of Secretary Yang's house. Qu Yong gently pulled, and it opened. With a wave of his hand, he led the two militiamen inside. Qu Yong was a local and knew Yang Leiluo lived in the west room, so the three went straight in. The west room consisted of two suites, both empty. They searched every possible hiding place but found no one. They then left the west room and stared at the door of the east room.

Just then, a pleasant woman's voice came from the east room: "Who is it?"

followed by the sound of a baby crying. Qu Yong, of course, knew that the person living in the east room was Cui Huahua, Yang Leiluo's widowed aunt. Without replying, he pushed open the door and went into the east room.

The three men searched the room but couldn't find Yang Leiluo. Their eyes immediately fell on Cui Huahua, and they stared wide-eyed. Cui Huahua was sitting on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), breastfeeding her child. Her homespun vest was lifted, revealing two large, white breasts. Cui Huahua was beautiful, the most beautiful woman in Jiapigou Village, and still in her early twenties. Qu Yong and the two militiamen felt their blood rush.

Cui Huahua was already quite frightened when she saw Qu Yong enter with two armed militiamen; now, seeing them staring at her breasts, she panicked even more. She quickly pulled her vest down, covering one breast, leaving only the half-breast in her child's mouth exposed. Cui Huahua hurriedly picked up her child and stood up, staring at them in astonishment. "What are you doing? Why didn't you knock?" she asked.

She remembered she was home alone and had locked both the front and back gates. How had they gotten in?

Qu Yong smiled coldly. "We're here to arrest a counter-revolutionary traitor. If we knocked and alerted them, would we even be able to catch him?"

Cui Huahua was even more shocked and nervous. Her voice trembled as she asked, "A counter-revolutionary traitor? Where would I find a counter-revolutionary traitor in my house? This is the Party Secretary's house, how could there be a traitor?"

Qu Yong didn't explain, but simply asked, "We're looking for Yang Leiluo. Tell me where he's hiding! Tell me quickly!"

"Leiluo? He… what happened? Ah? What happened to him?"

Cui Huahua's face changed. Da Lei hadn't come home from school yesterday, and hadn't returned all night. Had something happened? Her chest heaved with anxiety.

Qu Yong continued to stare at Cui Huahua's beautiful body, thinking to himself, "This little vixen is really attractive." But at that moment, he was anxious to catch Yang Leiluo, so he didn't have time to think about it anymore. He said, "Yang Leiluo rescued the counter-revolutionary Su Xiaomeng at school. Didn't he tell you when he came back?"

Cui Huahua didn't understand what he was talking about, but she knew something had happened. She said, "Da Lei didn't come back last night. His family is worried sick. How can they know what happened? What exactly happened?"

Judging from Cui Huahua's surprised expression, Qu Yong guessed that Yang Leiluo hadn't returned. He pressed her for an answer: "He hasn't come back at all?"

"Yes, he hasn't come back at all. Tell me quickly, why are you arresting him?"

Cui Huahua had a bad feeling when she thought of the words "counter-revolutionary" and "traitor." What trouble had Da Lei gotten into? She was so worried that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Without explaining, Qu Yong commanded, "If Yang Leiluo returns, you must immediately report to the brigade headquarters, otherwise you will be treated as harboring and protecting counter-revolutionaries!"

He then led two militiamen out.

Returning to the brigade headquarters, Qu Yong found his Red Guards already inside, led by the brigade cadres. He instructed one of the militiamen, "Go in and call out the two members of the fighting team from Jiapigou. One is named Sui Xiaocai, and the other Sun Yajing."

The militiaman quickly went in, and soon returned with two girls of about fifteen or sixteen. Sui Xiaocai and Sun Yajing stood at attention before Qu Yong like soldiers, asking, "Captain, what task do you have for us?"

Qu Yong whispered to the two girls, "I have a task for you. Go and keep watch around Yang Leiluo's house. If he returns, report to me immediately. You two are from this village, so you won't attract attention. Go now!"

Sui Xiaocai and Sun Yajing readily agreed. Both girls were eager to carry out this task. They both harbored resentment towards Yang Leiluo for slapping them; back at school, when they went on stage to denounce Su Xiaomeng, Yang Leiluo had struck them. They were hoping Yang Leiluo would be arrested. Sui Xiaocai and Sun Yajing excitedly turned to leave, but Qu Yong stopped them, saying, "You two go home and change out of these Red Guard uniforms into your usual clothes!"

The two girls were confused. Sun Yajing asked, "Captain, why do we have to change? We're already members of the Red Guard fighting team!"

Qu Yong smiled slyly, "Are you stupid? If Qu Yong sees two Red Guards on the street, he'll be alert and might run away again!"

Sui Xiaocai smiled ingratiatingly and said sweetly, "Captain is so smart! We'll go home and change right now!

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Chapter 254: Betrayed.

Sui Xiaocai and Sun Yajing went home to change into their usual school clothes. Back then, girls' clothes weren't very fancy; in summer, it was usually just shirts and trousers. The styles weren't much different, only the colors and whether they were new or old. Girls from wealthier families could wear several new outfits, while those from poorer families had to wear the same clothes for a long time. Sui Xiaocai was the daughter of the village doctor, Sui Da'erduo, and her family was relatively well-off, so she always dressed prettier than Sun Yajing. Sun Yajing's father had died early, and she relied on her third uncle, Sun Sanhouzi, and her mother to make a living. Her family was poor, and she mostly wore old

clothes. After changing, the two girls gathered together again. To avoid arousing the Yang family's suspicion, they didn't wait outside Yang Leiluo's house, but instead stood outside Feng Dongmei's house in Yang Leiluo's east courtyard, seemingly waiting for Feng Dongmei. In reality, Feng Dongmei was in the brigade headquarters with the combat team. The two girls stood there, their eyes fixed on the entrance to the Yang family's house and the end of the village street, talking about things related to Yang Leiluo.

"Xiao Cai, do you think Feng Dongmei and Yang Leiluo will really break up?"

Sun Yajing always seemed interested in the relationship between Yang Leiluo and Feng Dongmei.

"They definitely will break up. Yang Leiluo is now a counter-revolutionary. Would Feng Dongmei date a counter-revolutionary?"

Sui Xiaocai said confidently.

"Do you think Yang Leiluo really is a counter-revolutionary?"

Sun Yajing asked again.

“He even rescued the counter-revolutionary Su Xiaomeng, what else could he be but a counter-revolutionary? Qu Yong said that if Yang Leiluo is caught, he'll be executed!”

Sun Yajing thought for a moment in surprise and said, “Is it that serious? Yang Leiluo’s father is still the Party Secretary, and his family background is proletarian!”

Sui Xiaocai looked around, leaned close to Sun Yajing’s ear, and said, “I heard my dad say that Party Secretary Yang is also most likely a hidden counter-revolutionary. The work team is investigating him and says they have enough evidence. He might not be the Party Secretary anymore one day.”

Sui Xiaocai was the daughter of Sui Da Erduo, who was Qu Haishan’s brother-in-law. She knew a lot about the situation.

Sun Yajing blinked and thought for a while, then said with apparent regret, "Then... Yang Leiluo is really pitiful!"

Sui Xiaocai looked at her with her eyelids lifted and said, "Oh, you actually feel sorry for Yang Leiluo? Have you forgotten about the day he hit both of us?"

"How could I forget? If he hadn't hit me that day, to be honest, I actually used to like him a little!"

Sun Yajing said with a hint of melancholy, but she immediately changed the subject and said, "Hey, do you think Yang Leiluo and Su Xiaomeng really have that kind of relationship?"

"That's for sure. If they didn't have that kind of relationship, would Yang Leiluo have protected Su Xiaomeng like that? Would he have risked his life to save her? Didn't you hear Qu Yong say that he saw Yang Leiluo and Su Xiaomeng doing 'that' in the sorghum field with his own eyes? How could that be false?" "

Then do you think it's possible that Yang Leiluo and Su Xiaomeng eloped and went somewhere to live their lives?"

Sun Yajing suddenly had a wild idea and her eyes flashed.

“You never know! It’s very possible!”

“If that’s the case, aren’t we just waiting here for nothing? Will Yang Leiluo even come back?”

Sun Yajing said thoughtfully.

“The captain told us to keep watch, so we’ll just keep watch. Who cares if he comes back or not! We’re on a mission!”

Sui Xiaocai seemed quite proud.

As the two were talking, they turned their heads and were both stunned. Not far from the village street, a tall boy on a bicycle was riding towards them. They both exclaimed in surprise, “Yang Leiluo!”

They didn’t even have time to hide before Yang Leiluo was already next to them.

The two girls concealed their panic, hurriedly straightened their clothes, and stood there pretending to look into Feng Dongmei’s yard.

Yang Leiluo stopped next to them, one foot on the ground, looking at them warily, and asked, “What are you two doing standing here?”

“We…we’re waiting for Feng Dongmei, so what? Is it any of your business?”

Sui Xiaocai glared at Yang Leiluo with an unfriendly look.

"Waiting for Feng Dongmei? Aren't you in the school's fighting team? Why haven't you gone to participate in the revolution yet?"

Yang Leiluo asked, partly out of curiosity and partly out of sarcasm. He certainly remembered the two girls' despicable behavior of going on stage to denounce Su Xiaomeng.

"We...we just want to go to school, we haven't left yet. We're just waiting for Feng Dongmei to come out!"

Sun Xiaoya wasn't as hostile to Yang Leiluo as Sui Xiaocai, but she was also trying to lull him into a false sense of security. Of course, she couldn't let him know that the fighting team had come to Jiapigou to fight.

Yang Leiluo thought for a while, but he wasn't in the mood to say anything more to them, so he rode his bicycle into his own yard.

Seeing Yang Leiluo enter his yard, Sui Xiaocai and Sun Xiaoya waited a little longer. When they felt that he had already gone inside, they hurriedly went to the brigade headquarters to report to Qu Yong. The two of them secretly rejoiced that they had been waiting for Yang Leiluo for only a short while and could now report to Qu Yong for their reward.

Yang Leiluo hadn't returned home all night. He was worried sick about his family. He hurriedly put down his bicycle and went inside. His own west room was still empty. He put down his schoolbag and rushed into his aunt's east room.

Cui Huahua had just put her sleeping child in the cradle when she seemed to hear footsteps and the sound of a door opening. A wave of anxiety washed over her; she thought Qu Yong had brought people to arrest Yang Leiluo again. Just as she was about to go out to check, Yang Leiluo unexpectedly pushed the door open and came in. She stood there as if in a nightmare.

When Cui Huahua confirmed that it was Yang Leiluo standing in front of her, she impulsively rushed forward and hugged him, her voice trembling, "Dalei, where have you been? You almost drove me crazy! Your parents and I didn't sleep well last night because we were worried about you!"

Yang Leiluo hurriedly said, "Didn't Wang Dagang come to tell you? I asked him to send a message home after school saying I had something to do last night and wouldn't be back!"

Yang Leiluo had indeed asked his classmate from the village, Wang Dagang, whom he was on good terms with, to send a message home yesterday.

“Wang Dagang came and said you wouldn’t be back, but we’re still worried. You’ve never stayed out all night before!”

Cui Huahua hugged him tightly. Her relationship with Yang Leiluo was almost better than that of his parents; after all, their relationship was more than just ordinary.

Yang Leiluo lowered his head and said guiltily, “It’s all my fault, I’ve made you worry about me…”

Cui Huahua quickly said, “What’s the use of saying all this now? What happened last night? I heard you rescued Su Xiaomeng, what happened?”

Yang Leiluo was immediately startled and asked, “Auntie, how did you know?”

Yang Leiluo hadn't wanted to tell his family about what happened last night.

"How could I not know? Qu Yong and two militiamen came to arrest you! They said you're a counter-revolutionary, a traitor!"

Cui Huahua was almost in tears.

Yang Leiluo was immediately alarmed and asked, "Qu Yong and the militiamen came? When did this happen?"

His worst fears had come true, and he couldn't help but feel panicked.

Cui Huahua told him about Qu Yong and the militiamen's arrival, and also told him she'd heard the Red Guards had come to Jiapigou to rebel. Then she hurriedly asked, "What exactly happened? What happened to Su Xiaomeng? Why did you have to save her?"

Yang Leiluo couldn't hide the truth, so he told them about saving Su Xiaomeng. Of course, he couldn't mention their one-night stand; he mainly emphasized that Su Xiaomeng had been framed and wronged, and that if he hadn't saved her, she would have been violated by those beasts.

Just as Cui Huahua was about to ask something, she glanced out the window and cried out, "Da Lei, run! The Red Guards are coming to arrest you again!"

Yang Lei looked out the window and indeed saw three or four Red Guards rushing into the yard.

Yang Lei's first thought was that Sui Xiaocai and Sun Yajing had betrayed him…

(Chapter 255: Diving into the Farmland)

Just as Cui Huahua was about to ask something, she glanced out the window and cried out, "Da Lei, run! The Red Guards are coming to arrest you again!"

Yang Lei looked out the window and indeed saw three or four Red Guards rushing into the yard.

Yang Lei's first thought was that Sui Xiaocai and Sun Yajing had betrayed him…

But he didn't have time to think carefully about how the two girls had betrayed him. His instinct was to avoid being caught; he knew that if they caught him this time, his chances of survival would be slim. His aunt, Cui Huahua, was also anxiously pushing him out, urging him to escape through the back door.

Yang Leiluo quickly left his aunt's room and went to the back door. He was immediately stunned as soon as he stepped out; two militiamen carrying rifles were climbing over the courtyard wall. Yang Leiluo hurriedly went back inside and locked the back door from the inside. Yang Leiluo quickly analyzed the situation: behind him were two armed militiamen, preventing him from breaking through; in front, although there were many Red Guards, none were armed. His only option was to charge out from the front. Thinking this, he rushed out of the front door. As soon as he stepped out, he encountered four Red Guards already at the door. The Red Guards pounced on him, and Yang Leiluo fought them with his fists and feet. In no time, he had beaten them all to a pulp. Taking advantage of the situation, Yang Leiluo escaped from his own yard. However, with four or five Red Guards still in the street, another chaotic battle broke out. After knocking down several Red Guards, Yang Leiluo broke through the encirclement again, quickly running out of the village and disappearing into the vast expanse of farmland. In the season of sorghum stalks covering the fields, a person disappearing into the

sorghum field was like a fish entering the sea; even the largest net would have difficulty catching them. Yang Leiluo didn't dare leave the farmland all day, only emerging when it was already very dark. He cautiously approached the village entrance from the edge of the sorghum field, only to find two Red Guards standing guard there. Moreover, Red Guards were stationed at the entrance to every street in the village. It seemed Qu Yong was determined to capture him. Yang Leilu felt an unprecedented terror; he had become a wanted criminal. Qu Yong had already led the Red Guards to Jiapigou to rebel. Right now, Yang Leilu's biggest worry wasn't his own safety, but the safety of his family. He had a premonition that the Qu family would target his father.

He wondered what his father, Yang Beian, was doing. He had to go home and find out what was going on. Yang Leilu walked through the fields in front of the village, trying to slip into the village from the middle where there were no Red Guards. He left the sorghum field and, under the cover of darkness, finally slipped into the village. He cautiously approached the street where his house was located, hiding not far from his doorway and observing. He vaguely saw several figures moving around near his house. This was to be expected. With guards stationed at every street corner, wouldn't his own house be under surveillance? Perhaps his yard was even full of ambushes. Going home would be like walking into a trap, but what could he do if he didn't go home? He was very worried about his father's current situation. Yang Leiluo suddenly thought of someone: Chu Erya.

Yang Leiluo quietly slipped into Chu Erya's backyard, looked around, and finding nothing amiss, darted up the wall like a cat and gently climbed over. He cautiously approached the back window of Chu Erya's house, first going to the back window of the west room where Chu Erya's parents lived. The room was dark, with no lights on. He listened for a while, but there was no sound. He concluded that no one was home, as it was only early evening and people wouldn't be sleeping so early. He then slipped to the back window of the east room where Chu Erya lived. The window was open, and a light was on inside. He peeked inside and felt a surge of joy. He saw Chu Erya alone, reading a book under a kerosene lamp. Knowing that Chu Erya was home alone, he was secretly pleased and tentatively knocked on the lower window.

Chu Erya seemed to hear the knocking behind her, looked up, and exclaimed in alarm, "Who is it?"

Afraid of startling Chu Erya, Yang Leiluo said in a low voice, "Erya, it's me, Yang Leiluo. I have something to tell you, please open the door!"

Chu Erya hurriedly put down her book and rushed to the back window. Looking out in the light from inside, she saw Yang Leiluo's handsome face. Still flustered, she asked, "Dalei, come in through the front door, my door isn't locked!"

Yang Leiluo, still worried, asked, "Are your parents home?"

"They're not home. My dad's at the production team feeding the livestock, and my mom said she went to the brigade headquarters to attend some kind of mobilization meeting! Please come in quickly!"

Yang Leiluo was relieved and hurriedly walked around the front of the house. When Yang Leiluo arrived at the front door, Chu Erya was already waiting for him. Chu Erya seemed to understand Yang Leiluo's predicament, so she quickly pulled him into the house and locked the door from the inside. She led him to her east room.

Chu Erya made Yang Leiluo sit on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), looked at him, and asked in a panic, "Da Lei, I heard the Red Guards are looking for you everywhere, how dare you come back?"

Chu Erya, of course, knew about the big event happening in the village: the Red Guards had arrived and were still searching everywhere for the escaped Yang Leiluo.

"Erya, I can't go home anymore, but I don't know what's going on at home, so I sneaked back to find you and ask about my family. I wonder if you know anything about it?"

Yang Leiluo looked at Chu Erya anxiously.

Chu Erya shook her head and said, "I didn't go to your house either, so I don't know how things are at your house. I only know that the village is in chaos. My dad is on the busy shift feeding the livestock at the team's farm today and hasn't come back. I only heard some things from my mom. She was notified to go to the brigade headquarters after dinner to attend a meeting, something about a Cultural Revolution mobilization meeting. I've always been afraid of any kind of movement since I was little, so I've never dared to go out and have always stayed home reading!"

Yang Lei felt a pang of disappointment and said, "Oh, it's normal that you don't know. You haven't been out either ." "Well, I'll think of another way!"

Yang Leiluo said, turning to leave, but Chu Erya grabbed him, asking, "Where are you going? There are Red Guards and militiamen in the village. They're here to catch you. If you show up like this... you might get caught. Don't wander around!"

Yang Leiluo turned around, looking confused, and said, "I can't go home. Where can I go? I can't just stay in the sorghum field forever, can I? I can't hide forever. I can't worry about that now. Even if I get caught, I have to go home and check on things!"

"Da Lei, you mustn't fall into their hands! I heard from my mother that they said they're going to execute you. It'll be very dangerous if you get caught!"

Chu Erya was so anxious she was about to cry, holding onto Yang Leiluo's hand tightly.

"But I'm out here all the time, and even if I hide at a relative's house, they might find me. Besides, wouldn't that cause them trouble and get me implicated? I can only hide in the sorghum field, but I'll starve!"

Chu Erya hurriedly said, "Da Lei, why don't you hide at my house? I can make sure you have food, and they won't even suspect you're there!"

Yang Lei felt a surge of warmth in his heart, like a fire warming him in the cold winter. In this time of isolation and betrayal, to have a girl like this for him truly moved him. But hiding at Chu Erya's house—was that even possible? Yang Leiluo looked at the girl with warm eyes and said, "Thank you, Er Ya, but how can I hide in your house? It's not like you're alone. Your parents won't agree, and even if they did, it would implicate you. Your family are already classified as 'four categories' (class enemies and enemies), harboring a counter-revolutionary like me would be a disaster!"

Chu Er Ya seemed confident and said, "I won't let my parents know, and I won't let the Red Guards find you!"

Yang Leiluo was surprised and asked, "Er Ya, how can you do that? Without your parents knowing, and without anyone else finding out? How can you do that?

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Chapter 256: Having only been inside once,

Chu Erya seemed already confident, saying, "I won't let Mom and Dad know, and I won't let the Red Guards find you!"

Yang Leiluo was surprised and asked, "Erya, but how can you do that? Without your parents knowing, and without anyone else finding out? How can you do that?"

Chu Erya hurriedly pulled Yang Leiluo to sit on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), and said in a low voice, "Dalei, of course I have a place to hide you. Let me tell you, my family has a tunnel. My grandfather dug it to hide from the bandits. No one outside my family knows about it. I'll hide you there, and I'll bring you food every day. You won't go hungry. It's safer than anywhere else!"

Yang Leiluo was overjoyed, but he immediately thought of a problem and said, "Even if outsiders don't know, at least your parents know. Can you really hide him?"

“It’s alright, no one has been in that tunnel for many years. They don’t store anything there, and my parents aren’t hiding. What would they do in there? I’ve only been in there once in my life. They won’t find out, so don’t worry!”

Yang Leiluo still shook his head, saying, “You said you’d bring me food every day, but won’t your family notice? It still won’t work!”

“That’s not a problem either. My dad is a livestock handler in the team, he’s often not home. My mom goes to work in the team after she eats. I work for a little while every night and then bring you food. Besides, I cook almost all the meals at home; I can just cook a little extra each time!”

“But, if I always hide in your tunnel, without sunlight, won’t I turn into a bat? When will it end? I can’t live in a cellar forever, can I?”

Yang Leiluo still felt it was impossible.

“Are you stupid? During the day, almost no one’s home. The door is locked. When we’re all out working, you can come up. I’ll give you a key to our house; you can stay inside during the day. As for how long you’ll hide, we’ll see. Hiding for a while is better than getting caught or starving to death in the sorghum field. Maybe things will be fine after this storm. Besides, even if you don’t hide in my tunnel, you still won’t dare go home, will you? How long can you survive in the wild? As for the future, we’ll see. We’ll take it one step at a time. There’s always a way out!”

Chu Erya’s eyes were warm and concerned, a genuine expression of her worry.

Yang Leiluo was finally moved; he felt this was the best possible outcome for him at the moment. While his heart fluttered, he was even more deeply moved. He held Chu Erya's hand tightly, his eyes brimming with tears, and said, "Erya, I never expected that you wouldn't despise me even at this time. But if I'm discovered, you'll all be implicated!"

Chu Erya's small hand ached from his grip, and her cheeks flushed a beautiful blush. She said, "Dalei, I don't care about anything else if I can do something for you. You've helped me all these years. Growing up in this family, I've always been looked down upon. No one wanted to talk to me, the daughter of a 'four categories' member. Only you have never despised me." "You've always treated me like family. Only in your presence have I felt true equality. That warmth and gratitude is something I'll never forget. Now that you're in trouble, what reason do I have not to help you through it? This is what I should do. As long as I can do it, I'm willing to risk any consequences!"

Yang Leiluo was increasingly moved and said, "Erya, you're a thoughtful girl. Actually, I haven't done anything for you. Don't be so grateful. I haven't done nearly enough..."

Yang Leiluo naturally thought of Feng Dongmei's recent coldness towards Chu Erya.

Chu Erya rubbed one corner of her hand, her eyes lowered, and said, "And also, that night... in the mill, I said it before, I've always... liked you, and that liking won't diminish because of anything..."

Yang Leiluo's heart was churning, and he was almost speechless. After a long while, he looked at her with teary eyes and said, "Erya, I can feel it all the time. Actually, I've said it before, I like you very much too, but..."

Chu Erya raised her eyes, as if wiping her eyes, and said, "Dalei, now is not the time to talk about this. I'd better get you to the tunnel quickly, or it will be too late when my mother comes back!"

With that, she got up and pulled Yang Leiluo outside.

Yang Leiluo, still somewhat hesitant, was being pulled along by her. He said, "Er Ya, I wanted to hide in your tunnel, but I haven't finished my business yet. I need to know how my family is doing. I don't know if my dad is alright. I need to go home and then come back!"

Chu Er Ya still held onto him tightly, saying, "Da Lei, if you go home, you won't be able to come back! I'll go and find out about your family's situation for you later. I'll make sure I find out everything clearly and come back to tell you. Right now, your priority is to hide quickly!"

Yang Leiluo felt a warmth in his heart. This was truly an understanding girl. He nodded and said, "Then I'll listen to you. I'm leaving it to you!"

Chu Er Ya smiled tenderly and asked, "What are you leaving to me? Is it the matter you're handling, or your person?"

"I'm leaving everything to you!"

Even in this difficult time, Yang Leiluo's optimism was ignited by her warmth, and he joked.

"Hmm, that's more like it. Entrusting yourself to me is the wisest choice you've made. You won't regret it. No one cares about you more than me!"

The entrance to Chu Erya's tunnel was in the storeroom next to her main house, which was filled with farm tools and other miscellaneous items. Chu Erya went to the corner of the storeroom and moved an empty willow twig granary, revealing a small opening underneath. The opening was just big enough for one person to squeeze through. Chu Erya said to Yang Leiluo, "There's a ladder inside. Go down first. I'll bring you some straw later so you can spread it thickly on the ground and it won't get damp!"

Yang Leiluo looked at the opening and carefully put his feet down. After testing it, his feet touched the ladder below. He put one foot on the ladder step, and after landing steadily, he put the other foot on the ladder step as well. Then he climbed down the ladder step by step. It was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see anything, but he could tell it wasn't too narrow. Yang Lei stood bewildered in the dark tunnel.

A moment later, he heard footsteps above. Chu Erya, standing above, said, "Da Lei, move aside, I'm throwing straw in!"

Yang Leilu hurriedly groped his way to the edge of the tunnel. After hiding there, he roughly estimated the tunnel's size—about ten feet in diameter, enough for three to five people to lie inside. Just as he was pondering this, he heard a thud, and a bundle of straw fell to the ground. This happened about ten times. Yang Leilu quickly said, "Er Ya, that's enough! Did they bring your haystack?"

"They were just worried you'd get damp and cold, so they told you to spread out a thick layer of straw. You spread out the straw yourself first, I'll go get you some bedding!"

With that, her footsteps faded into the distance. Yang Leilu was surprised; she wanted bedding too? How could that be? But he couldn't stop her, because Chu Er Ya was already gone. Yang Leilu hurriedly groped in the dark, and after a long while, he managed to spread the straw thickly on the ground. Not long after, footsteps sounded again from above. Chu Erya came to the cave entrance again and said, "I'm throwing down some bedding, don't let it hit you!"

Soon after, there was a thud, and a bundle of soft things fell from above onto the straw, clearly bedding or something similar. A moment later, Yang Leiluo felt a graceful figure stepping down the ladder at the cave entrance. Soon, Chu Erya also came down into the tunnel. Yang Leiluo instinctively felt a surge of desire because he smelled the fragrant scent of a young girl...

Chapter 257: The back of her neck turned pink.

Soon after, there was a thud, and a bundle of soft things fell from above onto the straw, clearly bedding or something similar. A moment later, Yang Leiluo sensed a graceful figure descending the ladder at the entrance of the tunnel. Soon, Chu Erya followed. Yang

Leiluo felt an instinctive surge of desire, for he caught a whiff of a young girl's fragrant scent… His breathing quickened as he asked, “Erya, why did you come down too? What if you fell?”

“Hehe, that doesn’t make sense. I’ll be coming down several times a day to bring you food, so of course I need to get some practice!”

Chu Erya said, striking a match and lighting a candle in her hand.

Instantly, the tunnel was illuminated, and Yang Leiluo could see everything clearly. Chu Erya held a candlestick with a red candle on it, its golden flame casting a soft glow. Yang Leiluo felt even warmer and more grateful. This girl was so thoughtful; she had considered everything, as if she were dealing with everyday life, worried that he would be wandering in the dark. Chu Erya looked around and walked to the wall of the tunnel. She placed the candlestick in a lamp holder on the wall. It turned out that the tunnel was well-equipped, even having a lamp holder for candles. Chu Erya then put the box of matches in the lamp holder and turned to Yang Leiluo, saying, "This box of matches is here. Come and get it when you want to light a lamp!"

Then she looked down at the straw on the ground and exclaimed, "Da Lei, what are you spreading out? It looks like a pigsty!"

She chuckled as she spoke.

Yang Leiluo looked down and laughed as well. It was indeed a mess, some parts thin, some thick, some with bare ground in some places, and a bundle of straw was still untied. He laughed awkwardly and explained, "It was pitch black, I couldn't see anything, I could only feel my way, just spreading it out blindly!"

Chu Erya quickly squatted down and skillfully spread the straw out flat, like a kang (a heated brick bed), and then she began to spread out the bedding.

Only then did Yang Leiluo have a chance to see the pair of bedding she had thrown down. The quilt was bright red, the mattress was pink, and there was also a pillow embroidered with flowers. It was clearly a pair of bedding that had not been laid out yet. Yang Leiluo hurriedly stopped him from spreading the bedding on the straw, saying apologetically, "Er Ya, this is new bedding, don't spread it out, it'll get dirty. It's not cold here, I'm already enjoying lying on the straw, there's no need for bedding!"

Chu Er Ya still didn't stop what she was doing, saying, "How can you not spread bedding? This is underground after all, it's very damp. What if you develop rheumatism? That's no joke. You're still worried even with bedding on? It's just bedding, what's the big deal? You can wash it if it gets dirty!" Yang Leiluo hurriedly added, "But, one of your bedding sets is missing. What will you say if your parents ask?"

"It's okay, they won't notice. This bedding set was given to me by my mother, she said it was for my dowry when I get married. It's usually just kept in the closet, never spread out. They won't notice if the bedding is missing, it's in my closet!"

Chu Er Ya's face turned a little red as she said this, but she still carefully spread the bedding on the straw.

Yang Leiluo looked at the bright red quilt she had laid out, as if in a dream. After a while, he still felt guilty and said, "Er Ya, this is the quilt your mother prepared for your wedding. It's terrible that I laid it out. How will you use it later?"

Chu Er Ya's face turned even redder, her eyes shy, and she said, "It's fate. The fact that you were able to lay out the quilt my mother prepared for my wedding means we have a deep connection. This is my choice, and I feel very warm..."

Her words were somewhat veiled, even incoherent.

Yang Leiluo's heart pounded, his eyes burning as he looked at this tender girl. "Er Ya, it's not just fate, you've already done me a great favor..."

he said from the bottom of his heart. At that moment, the sorrow in his heart seemed to fade away.

“Da Lei, don’t say I’ve done you a favor. Actually, I’d be more than happy to do something for you. That way, I’ll feel closer to you. Before… you were in heaven, and I was on earth. I could only look up to you with longing…”

Yang Lei’s heart was filled with both emotion and sadness at her words. He quickly changed the subject and asked, “Er Ya, what’s going on with your relationship with Sun Da Bao?”

Chu Er Ya’s eyes dimmed as she said, “Qu Haishan and Sun Da Bao seem to be busy with something important lately and haven’t had time to follow up on this. But my dad keeps nagging me to agree to the marriage. I’ll wait until I can’t take it anymore!”

“Er Ya, if you really don’t want to, you can’t force yourself. Neither of them has the right to force you to marry Sun Da Bao!”

“How could I possibly marry Sun Dabao? I told you from the beginning, but what could I do? I can’t fight city hall!”

Chu Erya said, glancing at Yang Leiluo, and hurriedly asked, “How are things between you and Feng Dongmei lately? You’ve had such a big incident, does she know? Has she comforted you?”

Yang Leiluo’s heart darkened further, and this darkness was reflected in his eyes. He said, “Ever since that broken-up of the arranged marriage, we haven’t had a proper conversation. You don’t know, do you? Feng Dongmei has joined Qu Yong’s Red Guard fighting team. She’s busy making revolution every day, how could she have time to pay attention to me! Feng Dongmei is a Red Guard, she’s with Qu Yong every day, of course she knows that I rescued Teacher Su, but I can no longer see her…”

Although Yang Leiluo felt infinitely lost, he didn’t want to show more in front of Chu Erya. He felt he had no way to say it.

Although Yang Leiluo hadn't explained things clearly, the perceptive Chu Erya sensed the crisis in his relationship with Feng Dongmei from his words. Cleverly, she didn't press further and impulsively said, "Da Lei, don't overthink it. Even if something happened, it's okay... Even if you lose everyone, you still have me in this world!"

Yang Leiluo's heart surged with emotion. Without warning, he pulled Chu Erya into his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. After the kiss, he pushed her away, saying, "Erya, you should go upstairs quickly. It'll be troublesome if your mother finds out when she gets back!"

Receiving such a passionate kiss from Yang Leiluo, Chu Erya's face flushed with happiness, her eyes filled with tenderness. She took a key from her pocket and handed it to Yang Leiluo, saying, "This is my house key. When no one's home, you can come up and stay inside. That way, you won't turn into a bat. But be careful! I'm going up now. I'll get you something to eat. You must not have eaten in a long time, right?"

Yang Leiluo hurriedly said, "Erya, don't bother getting me anything to eat. I ate in town this morning, I'm not hungry yet. Go and find out about my family first, this is more urgent than anything else!"

Yang Leiluo's biggest worry at this moment was his family.

"Okay, I'll go up and find out for you right away. I'll come down and tell you as soon as I get the news!"

Chu Erya said, getting up and climbing the ladder. But after climbing two steps, she turned back and said, "Dalei, each time you go up, just move that storage box to the side. After you come out, use that box to block the opening. When you go into my house, stay inside!"

Yang Leiluo's heart fluttered with excitement, and he said, "I know, but I won't go up easily unless I'm really desperate. I know that every time I go out, the risk of being discovered increases. Erya, I still..." "Try to stay here!"

Chu Erya nodded and said, "Every morning when I bring you breakfast, I'll tell you if anyone's home. I won't let you turn into a bat. Also, if I have the chance, I'll come down and keep you company. You won't be lonely. And..."

Chu Erya's face flushed slightly, but she insisted, "And if you're really scared at night, you can come up here and sleep in my room. You can come down here before dawn..." With that, she quickly climbed the ladder.

Yang Leiluo stared at her graceful figure with intense desire; he clearly saw that the back of Chu Erya's neck was pink... March 25th,
Chapter 258: The Cave Entrance Opens Again.

Yang Leiluo watched as the light from the upper entrance disappeared, and heard Chu Erya's receding footsteps. To save the precious candle, Yang Leiluo got up and blew it out. In those days, villagers even calculated how to save kerosene for lamps; who could afford candles? Only during the New Year would they buy a few candles for warmth. Chu Erya bringing him this precious candle was enough to show her meticulous care for him. This candle transcended its meaning; it represented a young girl's true affection, which Yang Leiluo cherished.

After the candle went out, the tunnel was pitch black. Yang Leiluo groped his way to sit on the soft bedding, beneath which lay... The thick layer of straw felt as comfortable as sitting on a sofa. This place, as dark as hell, felt like paradise beneath him—all thanks to the delicate tenderness of a young girl. Yang Leiluo was overwhelmed with emotion in the warmth.

His mind was in turmoil, but he was also exhausted. He had spent the night with Su Xiaomeng, and he had fallen asleep as soon as he lay down on the soft bedding.

Yang Leiluo didn't know how long he slept, but he seemed to feel the tunnel entrance open again. A girl came down the ladder. He thought it was Chu Erya bringing him food, but it wasn't Chu Erya; it was Feng Dongmei. While Yang Leiluo was still puzzled, Feng Dongmei began to sternly reprimand him: "Da Lei, you've been hanging out with this 'four categories' girl again! Do you really want to become a traitor and counter-revolutionary?"

Yang Leiluo wanted to argue, but couldn't utter a sound for a long time. Feng Dongmei continued, "Come with me now, leave this counter-revolutionary place, and join the revolution!" Without a word

, he pulled Yang Leiluo out of the tunnel. Yang Leiluo was puzzled and didn't know how they got out.

They seemed to have arrived at a patch of wasteland outside the back wall of Feng Dongmei's house, covered with lush alfalfa, soft and fragrant. The two rolled onto the grass, Feng Dongmei initially on top of Yang Leiluo, but soon Yang Leiluo turned around and was on top of Feng Dongmei, both giggling with excitement.

Feng Dongmei's body smelled wonderful, blending cleverly with the fragrance of the alfalfa. In the hazy light, Yang Leiluo touched the cuff of her shirt and secretly unbuttoned it. Feng Dongmei's exposed skin was whiter than moonlight.

Yang Leiluo's hands trembled uncontrollably. He then lifted her undershirt and finally pressed his lips against her two full mounds. He couldn't resist bringing his mouth to hers, gently taking them in and softly sucking. Although he didn't draw any milk, the cherry-like little round nipples, swirling with his tongue, felt so wonderful.

"It's so itchy!" "

Feng Dongmei called softly, a soft smacking sound coming from her throat. Yang Leiluo became even more audacious, his hands roaming over her body. The girl's body was slender and smooth, trembling slightly under his caresses.

"Da Lei, get up, don't do this!"

Feng Dongmei whispered. At that moment, her body writhed like a snake, beautifully.

"Dongmei, I like you, I miss you..."

Yang Leiluo murmured, continuing to kiss down her snow-white belly.

But just then, two militiamen appeared out of nowhere, pointing their guns at Yang Leiluo. Suddenly, Qu Yong's ferocious face appeared before him, and Qu Yong laughed terrifyingly: "Yang Leiluo, you counter-revolutionary, how dare you harass my girlfriend!"

Yang Leiluo hurriedly said: "Feng Dongmei is my girlfriend, how could she be your girlfriend? You rogue!"

"Open your eyes and look, whose girlfriend is Feng Dongmei anyway?" "

Qu Yong said again.

When Yang Leiluo looked up, he was shocked to see Feng Dongmei lying naked in Qu Yong's arms. Feng Dongmei said smugly, "Yang Leiluo, I'm Qu Yong's girlfriend now. We have nothing to do with each other anymore. I lured you out today to catch you!" While

Yang Leiluo was still in shock, two militiamen pounced on him. Although he struggled desperately for a long time, he was tied up by the two militiamen in an instant. Qu Yong laughed horribly and ordered the two militiamen, "Execute this counter-revolutionary on the spot! Shoot him right here!"

The two militiamen raised their rifles at him at the same time. Yang Leiluo cried out in terror, "Let me go! I'm not a counter-revolutionary! I'm not a counter-revolutionary! " Yang

Leiluo woke up in a violent struggle; it was all a nightmare. He was still lying on the soft bedding, but his body was covered in cold sweat, his hands and feet still flailing about in the bindings he had in the dream. The tunnel was still pitch black; he couldn't see anything. Yang Leiluo lay there, panting, still shaken. The nightmare felt so real, so vivid. The place in the dream was Feng Dongmei's backyard, the place where they had their first kiss—exactly the same as in the dream. Was this a premonition? A chill ran down Yang Leiluo's spine; the boundless darkness filled him with fear. After all, he was only a sixteen-year-old boy. No matter how mature and robust his body was, his mental defenses were still fragile.

Just then, a faint light suddenly flashed from the tunnel entrance above, indicating that the entrance had been opened, and then a figure climbed down a ladder.

This scene was exactly the same as in the dream. Was it really true? Yang Leiluo sat up in a panic and cried out, "Who are you?"

The figure's feet had already touched the ground. Turning around, she said in surprise, "Da Lei, it's me! Who else could it be?" It

was indeed a girl's voice, just like in his dream. Yang Lei was still in a daze, like someone sleepwalking. He asked again, "Who are you?"

The girl was even more surprised and said, "Da Lei, what's wrong? Can anyone else come here? I'm Er Ya! Don't you remember where you are?"

Yang Lei then began to wake from his nightmare, thinking, this isn't the dream I just had; Chu Er Ya has returned. Calming himself, he said, "I... I just had a nightmare, it scared me to death! I thought I was still dreaming!"

Chu Erya sensed that Yang Leiluo was in a state of terror, so she hurriedly groped her way to the lamp holder. After groping around for a while, she finally found it, took the matches she had placed there earlier, and struck them with a hiss, lighting the red candle that hadn't burned much earlier. The tunnel was instantly filled with light. Chu Erya turned around and carefully observed Yang Leiluo by the light, seeing that he indeed looked terrified, with beads of cold sweat on his nose. Chu Erya sat down beside him and softly asked, "Da Lei, what kind of dream did you have that scared you like this?"

Yang Leiluo then told Chu Erya about the nightmare he had just had. Chu Erya was also terrified by what she heard, but she still comforted Yang Leiluo, saying, "You've been too stressed these past few days. It's normal to have dreams like this. You think about things during the day, so you dream about them at night!"

But she immediately asked, "In the dream, Feng Dongmei was really lying in Qu Yong's arms? It seems you've been thinking about Feng Dongmei quite a bit, otherwise you wouldn't have had such a dream!"

Yang Leiluo, now fully awake, was even more concerned about his family. Chu Erya had promised to inquire about it, and she must have heard something when she returned. So he lost interest in talking about the nightmare and anxiously asked, "Erya, you went out to inquire, right? Tell me quickly, how is things at home? How is my father?"

Chu Erya's eyes immediately dimmed. She couldn't help but grab Yang Leiluo's hand and stammered, "Da Lei, I told you..." "Don't worry... I just went to the brigade headquarters. There were so many people there, holding a Cultural Revolution mobilization meeting. I found my mother and subtly asked about your family's situation. My mother said... said... your father... he's been locked up by the Red Guards. They said he's going to be isolated and interrogated..."

Yang Leiluo suddenly stood up and exclaimed, "What? My father's been locked up? No, I have to go save my father!"

Chu Erya hurriedly hugged him and said, "Da Lei, calm down. Your father being locked up doesn't mean he's in any danger. As long as he's not a counter-revolutionary, he's not afraid of any interrogation! But it'll be dangerous if you go out, because you rescued Su Xiaomeng! If you kidnap your father too, then you'll both be in deep trouble!"

Yang Leiluo thought what she said made a lot of sense, so he slumped back down. Chu Erya hugged him tightly and said, "Da Lei, don't be impulsive! We... can't live without you!"

Chapter 259: A Night of Passion

The next day, while the villagers were still eating breakfast, the brigade's loudspeaker, Yu Linglang, announced: "All commune members, and all poor and lower-middle peasants, today at eight o'clock in the primary school playground, the brigade will continue to hold the Cultural Revolution Mobilization Meeting for all commune members and the Oath-Taking Ceremony for the Establishment of the Jiapigou Brigade Rebel Group. All commune members are called upon to attend!"

The loudspeaker's sound had already spread throughout the entire Jiapigou village.

The other eight production teams of the Jiapigou Brigade, which could not hear the broadcast, had already sent people down to notify each team in advance. Just after breakfast, commune members from all directions gathered at the primary school playground. Before this, the village primary school had long since stopped holding classes. Students were being encouraged to attend classes and participate in revolutionary activities. The primary school teachers were also gathered together to study the spirit of the Cultural Revolution. Some teachers suspected of being counter-revolutionaries had been isolated in a separate classroom for investigation, including Yang Leiluo's mother, Yao Lijuan.

Before eight o'clock, the school playground was already packed with commune members. Those teachers who hadn't been investigated were directing students to move desks and chairs from the classrooms to set up the platform for the meeting. The platform was constructed from students' desks and long benches, with slogans, banners, red flags, and portraits of Chairman Mao displayed in front, creating a sea of red. The playground was a scene of bustling noise and fervent activity. The microphone from the brigade's broadcasting room had been installed on the platform, and everything was ready, waiting for the meeting to begin at eight o'clock.

At eight o'clock sharp, the key figures presiding over the meeting began to take their seats on the platform, representing three parties: Qu Yong, representing the Red Guards; Liu Guizhi, representing the Cultural Revolution work group; and Qu Haishan, representing the rebel organization. The other members of the organization sat behind their respective groups.

The meeting was chaired by Liu Guizhi, the head of the work group. She cleared her throat, looked at the bustling crowd around her, and announced into the microphone: "Fellow comrades, I hereby announce: 'The Mobilization Meeting for the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution of Jiapigou Brigade and the Oath-Taking Ceremony for the Establishment of the Jiapigou Brigade Rebel Group are now officially beginning! Since a similar meeting was held last night, I will not say the opening remarks. Next, Comrade Qu Haishan, the revolutionary representative of the Jiapigou Brigade, will announce one of the most important revolutionary decisions of the Jiapigou Brigade…'"

Qu Haishan stood up with an air of authority, moved the microphone closer to himself, and loudly announced: "Fellow proletarian revolutionary masses, fellow poor and lower-middle peasants, due to the severity and complexity of the revolutionary struggle, I announce two important matters." First, under the guidance of the Red Guards and with the support of the Cultural Revolution work group, the Jiapigou Brigade Rebel Group was formally established. The revolutionary aim of the Rebel Group was to oppose the capitalist ruling faction, oppose revisionism, oppose imperialism, and oppose all class enemies who are hostile to the proletariat. Our action program was to root out the capitalist roaders in power hidden among us, sweep away all monsters and demons, and wage a life-or-death battle against class enemies! Our revolutionary slogan was: Down with all monsters and demons who are hostile to the proletariat, defend Chairman Mao, defend the dictatorship of the proletariat, and carry the great proletarian cultural revolution through to the end! I hereby announce the list of core members of the Jiapigou Rebel Group: Xin Erga, Sun Dabao, Sun Sanhouzi, Sui Da'erduo, Sui Erzhuzi, Ma Xiaoxia, Li Shuchun, Qi Huoyazi… Also, if any poor and lower-middle peasants wish to join the rebellion, please come to me to register after the meeting. The door of the Rebel Group is open to the proletariat; you are welcome to join us and fight against the counter-revolutionaries! The second thing I want to announce is that, after our recent investigations and covert visits, the counter-revolutionaries in our Jiapigou Brigade and Jiapigou Primary School have surfaced. All indications suggest that Party Secretary Yang Beian is the biggest capitalist roader hidden in our Jiapigou Brigade. He has been imprisoned and is under investigation by the revolutionary masses. In the primary school, there are also initial signs of representatives of the capitalist and landlord classes. For the time being, the principal Wang Guodong and the primary school teacher Yao Lijuan are of suspicion. Of course, this is only the tip of the iceberg of the counter-revolutionary camp. Many more hidden class enemies await our broad revolutionary masses to dig deeper, expose, and report. Our next revolutionary action is to mobilize the masses, expose the crimes of these reactionaries, and at the same time dig out their counter-revolutionary accomplices. The broad masses of proletarian revolutionary people, poor and lower-middle peasants, the moment to test your class consciousness and fighting spirit has arrived. You must open your eyes wide, throw yourselves into the struggle, and thoroughly expose the numerous crimes of the counter-revolutionaries. This is what you need to do next! After Qu

Haishan finished speaking, Liu Guizhi conducted a two-hour mobilization meeting, igniting the passion of some revolutionary-enthusiastic masses who eagerly requested to join the rebels and Red Guards. Clearly, this mobilization meeting achieved its intended effect.

After the mass meeting, the three main leaders of the movement hurriedly returned to the brigade headquarters and convened a mobilization meeting for cadres and militia, making very meticulous arrangements. Following this, another day and night of chaotic meetings ensued. According to the instructions of the wise leader Chairman Mao, the first step was to find candidates in the schools occupied by the bourgeoisie. However, in these schools, a stronghold teeming with the bourgeoisie, simply identifying Wang Guodong and Yao Lijuan—two bourgeois individuals—was far from sufficient. Furthermore, they needed to dig out several reactionary examples. Among those attending the meeting were also school activists. Qu Haishan consulted several school representatives to see who among the students at Jiapigou Elementary School was a hidden class enemy. The school's revolutionary representatives immediately nominated a candidate: a highly talented male teacher named Ma Wenzhang.

Ma Wenzhang was Yang Beian's cousin, and Yang Beian had recruited him from elsewhere to teach at the school when Yang was principal. He was likely Yang Beian's counter-revolutionary accomplice. More importantly, Ma Wenzhang's words and actions were extremely bourgeois in nature, and he frequently used feudal superstition to bewitch people. In short, he was a dangerous element incompatible with the proletariat.

Ma Wenzhang, as his name suggests, is renowned for his literary talent. He's a fellow townsman of Sima Qian, from Dongjiagou Village, Yushutai Town. Ma Wenzhang wears a pair of glasses that cover his face; his complexion is neither dark nor yellow, only giving him an air of profound learning. He has a naturally large, eloquent mouth, and when he lectures, he sways his head, his spittle splattering onto the faces of students in the last row. He plays the organ exceptionally well, and his voice is clear and bright. Every Wednesday during recreational activities, the entire schoolyard is filled with his wide-open singing. It's true that he's renowned for his literary talent, as he originally loved composing poetry and songs. Initially, he praised the Three Red Banners, always copying his poems onto the school's blackboard. Later, during the Anti-Rightist Campaign, he almost got implicated.

It was a folk song competition with thousands of people and fluttering red flags. Ma Wenzhang, confident in his talent, leaped onto the stage and composed a poem within six steps. He recited with fervor: "

Collectivization is a sky full of stars, the People's Commune is a single lamp; the stars may not illuminate the way, but the lamp guides

us toward the future." After the recitation, applause erupted from both the stage and the audience. His fame soared, and he enjoyed a period of great charisma. Suddenly, someone commented that his poem contained neither sun nor moon, implying that socialism was shrouded in darkness—truly reactionary.

Ma Wenzhang thought about it carefully and realized it was true. He broke out in a cold sweat and panicked. He hurriedly asked an old classmate in the county to plead with the Anti-Rightist Office, and after some bribery, he was spared the label of "Rightist." He stopped writing poetry and became well-behaved for a period.

There were many other instances of Ma Wenzhang's reactionary behavior, which were not taken seriously until now. However, there was more significant evidence: his promotion of feudal superstition. He repeatedly told people that he had a one-night stand with a beautiful female ghost, describing it in great detail.

Those who heard his romantic tale were skeptical, some even suggesting that the woman he had an affair with might not be human, but rather a ghost.

However, it seems people eventually came to believe it must have happened; otherwise, how could the story be so vivid? The affair that night went like this…

Chapter 260: This Woman's Body Was Given to You.

The first person to know about Ma Wenzhang's one-night stand was Mr. Sun Hongcai, a teacher at the school.

One evening, by moonlight, Ma Wenzhang played the accordion, talking to his close friend, Mr. Sun Hongcai. Mr. Sun was severely nearsighted, nicknamed "Blind Sun." The bright moon and shimmering water disturbed the romantic Ma Wenzhang's peace of mind, leading him to lament, "In this world, three things are enough to satisfy: first, status; second, money; third, beauty. Alas, I was born at the wrong time, my fate is bad, I have none of these three!"

Perhaps he was right; Ma Wenzhang's wife brought him steamed buns to the school, and finding him absent, she boasted about it to others. She would proudly hold up her broad, square face and tell people how she fed pigs, sewed clothes, and cooked. But when Ma Wenzhang appeared, she would fall silent like a turtle hiding its head. Someone teased Ma Wenzhang, saying, "My sister-in-law is beautiful, the more you look at her, the more radiant she becomes!"

Ma Wenzhang shamelessly replied, "Most women in the world are the same; they lull men to sleep, bear children, and are just housewives."

People pondered Ma Wenzhang's words under the moonlight, concluding that either he was wildly unruly, or the world had wronged scholars. As the saying goes, "In books, you'll find beauties as lovely as jade, and in books, you'll find houses of gold." Ma Wenzhang had studied all his life, yet he remained single and penniless, his heart filled with unsettled feelings. It was only natural that he would utter a few complaints. However, later, Ma Wenzhang told Teacher Sun about that bizarre affair.

It was dusk one day, after a recent rain, and the schoolyard was deserted except for Ma Wenzhang, who was left alone to guard the school.

He first played the harmonium and sang a song. Then he wrote some lesson plans and warmed himself by the stove. He grew drowsy and disoriented, feeling increasingly sleepy. He didn't know how much time had passed when, just as he was about to go to bed, he suddenly felt an urgent need to urinate. He stood up and went to the toilet. The toilet was located at the foot of the old wall on the north side of the campus. The area was overgrown with weeds and littered with bricks and stones, rustling and sputtering in the night wind. A stranger might find it rather eerie, but for an enlightened man like Teacher Ma Wenzhang, it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Ma Wenzhang went to the toilet, relieved himself, and turned to go back to his room to sleep. However, at that moment, he heard someone weeping sadly under the locust tree; upon closer listening, he realized it was a woman. Ma Wenzhang grew suspicious, thinking, "Why would a woman be crying here in the dead of night?"

He walked over. Looking up, he saw a woman dressed in white mourning clothes, leaning against a locust tree, trembling with grief as she wept. Ma Wenzhang was a staunch opponent of superstition; how could he believe she had encountered a ghost? He hesitated before approaching and asked the woman, "Hey, it's so late. Why aren't you home? What are you doing standing here crying?"

At that moment, he seemed to catch a whiff of her intoxicating scent.

The woman was startled at first, but when she turned and saw Teacher Ma, she slowly stopped crying. After calming down, she softly recounted the whole story of why she was crying there. The woman said, “I’m from Yangjiawopu, and my name is Bai Chunying. My mother passed away this spring, and my stepfather forced me to marry a cripple from Hujiatun. I didn’t want to, so I ran away to my uncle’s house. But my uncle didn’t pity me at all and repeatedly sent me home to marry that cripple. I cried out to heaven and earth in vain, and I was heartbroken. I climbed over my uncle’s courtyard wall and hid in this backyard, thinking I would cry my heart out, but I didn’t mean to disturb your rest…”

As she spoke, the woman began to cry again.

Ma Wenzhang, being a man of principle, felt a surge of righteous indignation and pity for the woman, feeling helpless. The woman named Bai Chunying said pitifully, “I’m cold. Please let me stay in your room for a while to warm up.”

As she spoke, the woman’s body seemed to tremble slightly, making her extremely pitiful, and her eyes were still wet with tears.

Ma Wenzhang readily agreed and led the woman back to his room. He settled her down near the stove, letting her sit comfortably. In the dark, empty night, alone with the woman, they were speechless. Under the firelight, Ma Wenzhang gazed at the woman for a long time, finding her strikingly beautiful with her rosy lips and white teeth. Especially striking were her ample bosom, which resembled two small mountains.

While pretending to add charcoal to the stove, Ma Wenzhang continued to scrutinize the woman. The woman blushed under his gaze and exclaimed, "Teacher Ma, I've known you for a long time!"

She looked at him with sparkling eyes, as if they were old acquaintances.

Ma Wenzhang was even more surprised and hurriedly asked, "Is this true? You know me, but I don't know you? Where have we met before?"

The woman chuckled and said, "You're a renowned scholar known for miles around. How could I not recognize you? I still remember the poems you wrote a few years ago! Everyone says your poems are good, and I also find them delightful. You're a great talent, and I admire you greatly." These words made Ma Wenzhang feel incredibly pleased with himself, and he became a little carried away, grinning broadly at the woman.

The woman continued, "I remember one of your poems, which went like this: 'This year, the yield is eighteen bushels per mu; next year, we'll harvest millions; the year after, we'll surpass the Americans, and Chinese farmers will be heroes.'" The woman's voice as she recited the poem was so sweet and melodious, as if she were still immersed in her own reverie.

Hearing this, Ma Wenzhang, though immensely pleased, laughed heartily, shaking his head and saying, "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. A few lines of a poem I made

up, I didn't expect you to remember them so well. Please forgive my foolishness!" Ma Wenzhang never dreamed he would have such a confidante; he was truly intoxicated by his good fortune.

The woman said quite seriously, "You make it sound so easy. The poem is indeed well-written! Just because you don't care doesn't mean I can't?"

As she spoke, she gave Ma Wenzhang a flirtatious glance. She deliberately moved closer to him, and the intoxicating scent made him feel even more as if in a dream.

Ma Wenzhang's heart skipped a beat. He felt a surge of impulsiveness and immediately lost his composure. However, still wanting to conceal his inappropriate thoughts, he said insincerely, "It's so late, and you've warmed up. You should go back quickly, don't worry your uncle. It's so dark..."

The woman seemed very sad as she said, "My uncle? What's he worried about? He doesn't care whether his niece lives or dies! He won't worry even if I don't go back for a few days. He's just forcing me to marry that cripple!"

Helpless, she then talked about some trivial matters related to the overcast sky and the impending rain. It was already past noon.

Ma Wenzhang was about to urge the woman to leave. But then the woman burst into tears, covering half her face with her sleeve, and said, "Teacher Ma, if you don't despise me, tonight... I've decided to give you my body."

Yang Wenzhang was so flustered he was practically smitten, shaking his head repeatedly, saying, "Absolutely not, absolutely not! You must go back now."

Seeing that Teacher Ma didn't value her, the woman cried even more heart-wrenchingly, saying between sobs, "Do you expect me to beg you? Even if I had married that cripple after our time together, I wouldn't regret it. I only did this willingly because I admired your talent, Teacher Ma."

Ma Wenzhang sighed deeply, his blood boiling, and his manhood hardened. He thought to himself, "Heaven has eyes! It knows the bitterness I've endured all these years! My worthless, lowly woman, with a woman's heart but no beauty, is indeed not worthy of anyone's attention." Meeting such a lovely woman tonight is not only a blessing from my destiny, but also a reward from heaven. Thinking this, he reached out and hugged the poor little girl. Ma Wenzhang impatiently carried the woman to the edge of the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove), ready to make his move. But the woman shyly pushed him away, saying, "What's the rush? This is my first time. Don't be rough. Besides, I'm not leaving tonight, so I'm yours. Take your time!"

Ma Wenzhang thought she was right. She was a virgin, and he, a scholar, couldn't lose his dignity. Besides, it was a long night, and even ghosts wouldn't dare visit this place. He wanted to savor this gift from heaven. Thinking this, he helped her to the edge of the kang.

The two sat on the edge of the kang, and the woman began to praise Ma Wenzhang's talent for poetry, showering him with nauseating admiration. Ma Wenzhang was even more intoxicated. Gradually, they drew closer, a strong attraction between the sexes drawing them together involuntarily, and they kissed passionately. It was Ma Wenzhang's first time kissing an unmarried young woman, and he felt a dreamlike bliss. He felt her warm lips pressed against his, and he extended his tongue to pry them open and explore. Perhaps it was also the woman's first time kissing a man; her heart pounded, and in her flustered state, she let Ma Wenzhang's tongue roam freely in her mouth. They kissed passionately on the edge of the bed, as naturally as dried vegetables meeting a raging fire.

Ma Wenzhang was a romantic and physically strong man, and given his wife's lack of appeal, he was immediately aroused upon contact with this beautiful woman. His manhood was hard and erect. He reached for her breasts, and she felt it, startled, and struggled to push him away, her heart pounding. Suddenly, Ma Wenzhang remembered that the bedroom door wasn't locked, so he quickly stood up, opened the door, peeked out to see if anyone was there, and then turned back to lock the door.

Chapter 261: Strange Things in the Dark

Ma Wenzhang was a romantic and physically strong man. Coupled with his wife's lack of appeal, he was immediately aroused upon seeing this beautiful woman. His manhood was hard and erect. He reached out and touched the woman's breasts. The woman felt it, and startled, she struggled to push him away, her heart pounding. Suddenly, Ma Wenzhang remembered that the dormitory door wasn't locked. He quickly stood up, opened the door, peeked out to see if anyone was there, and then turned back to lock the door.

Returning, Mr. Ma naturally changed his address, putting his arm around the woman's waist and saying, "Little sister, let's go to bed!"

The woman also called him "brother" with a seductive look. "Brother Ma, tonight I'm yours. Carry me up, and it'll be our wedding night!"

As if in a dream, Ma Wenzhang carried the woman's fragrant body onto the warm bed. Ma Wenzhang didn't forget to spread the blankets on top, thinking about his unbridled enjoyment that night. Sitting on the soft mattress, Ma Wenzhang, his teacherly demeanor gone, impatiently reached for the woman's cotton-padded jacket. The woman looked at his advances with alluring eyes. One button at a time, the buttons were undone, revealing a white blouse underneath.

The woman obediently took off her jacket, then her trousers, revealing underpants, before becoming nervous and shy, refusing to remove them further.

Ma Wenzhang, however, had no patience to wait. He didn't touch the woman, but instead quickly stripped himself naked. Instantly, he was highly aroused; his penis was thick and hard, erect and pressing against his lower abdomen. He thought to himself that he hadn't understood his woman's charms, wasting his naturally magnificent member. The woman's eyes caught sight of his large member, and she was immediately startled, covering her face with her hands and letting out a cry of "Ah!" Teacher Ma, however, wanted to take advantage of the situation and tease her. He approached her and forcibly pulled her hand to his engorged member.

The woman exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

But her alluring eyes held a hint of pleasure.

Teacher Ma whispered, "Touch it! Touch it, then you won't be scared!"

He pulled the woman's hand up to his member.

It was truly Ma Wenzhang's first time experiencing being touched by a girl. The soft hand gripping his hard member was a wonderful sensation, even more stimulating than masturbation, and it was unbearable. While letting the woman touch him, he reached down to her crotch, caressing her private parts through her pants. The woman blushed and tried to resist with her hands.

Ma Wenzhang laughed and said, "Since I've let you touch me, you have to let me touch you too."

At this point, he no longer cared about being polite.

The woman, who had offered herself up that night, was extremely perceptive. At this moment, she couldn't help but feign shyness, saying, "I'm embarrassed!"

But she gradually stopped resisting, simply letting him touch her with a shy expression. After touching her for a while, Ma Wenzhang pulled down the woman's pants, squatted down, and looked at her private parts. The woman initially resisted, but later simply closed her eyes in embarrassment. Ma Wenzhang stared intently, his eyes wide and mouth agape.

Teacher Ma carefully admired the lovely girl, her slender waist, her round, white buttocks, and the high mons pubis below her abdomen, already covered with a patch of curly downy hair. Looking further down, her large, brown labia were revealed, a narrow slit in the middle—truly mesmerizing!

He embraced the woman's white, lotus-root-like legs and began to rub her labia with his right fingers. It was the first time a man had touched her private parts; she felt both excited and afraid, her body slightly weak. Her waist swayed, and her breasts trembled.

Ma Wenzhang hurriedly stood up, removed the woman's blouse, and a pair of bouncy breasts popped out. He placed his hands on her tender white skin; her breasts were fully developed, soft and bouncy to the touch, feeling incredibly comfortable. Waves of sexual urges washed over him, and Ma Wenzhang could no longer control himself. His left hand caressed the woman's smooth, tender buttocks, while his right hand squeezed his thick, hard member, the swollen mushroom head bumping against her labia, searching for the entrance to her secret passage. The woman felt the warm head constantly pressing against her labia, and her heart tightened. She tried to push away.

Ma Wenzhang swept the woman up, pressed her down on the heated kang, and then used his hand to peel back his engorged member, preparing to thrust into her.

"Brother... I'm scared... Why is it so big!"

The woman seemed to see a snake, her alluring eyes filled with fear.

"Don't be afraid, brother, go in slowly, sister, open your body!"

Ma Wenzhang comforted her with tenderness.

Ma Wenzhang couldn't help but feel excited. He was as anxious as if the Lin Daiyu had suddenly disappeared, whom he had found tonight. Before the woman could say anything more, he pressed her down onto the kang (a heated brick bed), climbed on top of her, grabbed her arms with both hands, and sat on her fair thighs.

The woman no longer resisted, her face flushing even more, reminding him of poems about peonies. But he could no longer maintain his refined elegance; the scholar transformed into a beast. He lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, kneeling on either side of her buttocks. His left hand supported him on the bed, while his right hand pressed against a thick, long rod, aiming it at the woman's moist vulva, ready to insert it.

Although it was the woman's first time, she was a woman of alluring beauty, and having offered herself willingly, she knew what was going on. She quickly grabbed his enormous member, murmuring, "Oh! Brother… don't rush, go slowly… this is my first time."

Ma Wenzhang, with the nature of a romantic scholar, naturally understood the need to cherish her body, and gently said, "Don't be afraid, sister, brother will be slow."

As he spoke, the head of his member had already touched her vulva. He was bursting with excitement, his heart pounding. He felt the head of his penis against her, warm and slippery, but the woman was still a virgin; her labia were tightly closed, with only a narrow slit in the middle, making it impossible for his glans to penetrate.

The woman's first sexual contact with a man made her blush crimson with embarrassment. She whispered, "Go slower, don't be too rough."

Ma Wenzhang pressed his buttocks down, thrusting forward, but the large mushroom head slid down the slit. It was like trying to sneak into a door only to find it locked. Undeterred, he used his hand to support his penis, trying again to push the head against the slit. He tried twice, but the opening was too narrow, preventing his penis from entering.

Fearing he might hurt the woman, and not wanting to force it in like a nail, Ma Wenzhang said, "Sister, relax. It'll be fine once it's in."

The woman cried out shyly, "It's your thing that's too big, mine is too small..."

She spread her white legs even wider, welcoming him.

Ma Wenzhang said, "Don't be nervous, come on! Try again."

He knew his own thing was embarrassing.

After saying that, he thrust his large mushroom head onto the woman's vulva for the third time. Ma Wenzhang was annoyed that he was acting like a naive, inexperienced virgin tonight. He remembered that conquering his wife's territory wasn't this difficult. The first time he entered his wife, he felt it was so easy, just a quick "plop," never this strenuous. But he immediately realized that when his wife married him, she was no longer a virgin; she had already given birth to children in that family. How could she compare to this virgin? Therefore, he was even more grateful for his good fortune tonight, having actually found a virgin. He had no regrets in this life. Thinking this, his erection seemed to suddenly grow larger and thicker, feeling as if it was about to burst.

This time, he didn't rush to push in. He pressed his glans with his hand, rubbing it up and down between her labia, feeling an intense itch, an unbearable itch! Watching his swollen glans slowly slide between the woman's warm labia, clear mucus seeping from his urethra, mingling with the fluid secreted from her labia, making his glans glisten like a mushroom moistened by morning dew. But then the glans began to gently penetrate the opening.

Instantly, Ma Wenzhang felt an unbearable itch on his glans, his penis trembling uncontrollably, his veins throbbing wildly, and he felt he was about to ejaculate if he didn't stop. He quickly stopped, closed his eyes to control himself for a moment, and then pressed his glans against her labia again, slowly pushing it in...

Chapter 262: A Strange Phenomenon

Instantly, Ma Wenzhang felt an unbearable itch on his glans, his penis trembling uncontrollably, his veins throbbing wildly, and he felt he was about to ejaculate if he didn't stop. He quickly stopped, closed his eyes to control himself for a moment, then pressed the head of his penis against her labia and slowly pushed it in…

The woman felt her vaginal opening being squeezed painfully by the large penis, and cried out, “Ouch, ouch!” How could something so thick! Suddenly, Ma Wenzhang felt a “thud,” and his penis head was instantly enveloped by a mass of warm flesh, like a warm little mouth tightly holding his penis.

The woman cried out again, “Ouch! It hurts so much!”

Her slender waist twisted, and her tender legs spread even wider.

Ma Wenzhang looked down and saw that his large head was completely inside her vaginal opening, the woman’s vulva was stretched swollen, and her labia were wedged at the coronal sulcus of his penis. A strong sexual excitement spread throughout Ma Wenzhang’s body. He bent down, gripped the hard object, and pressed his buttocks down forcefully, the thick, long thing slowly entering the woman’s tight vaginal opening. The woman cried out in pain, feeling waves of sharp pain in her lower body.

This was a first for him; his lower body was stretched and aching by the thick, hard shaft, the glans penetrating deep into her secret passage. Ma Wenzhang felt his hard object being enveloped by the woman's tight passage, his glans being sucked by the tender flesh inside. This was also a first for him, and he was incredibly excited! He kept asking himself, "Am I dreaming? Have I already had sex with a young woman? My big thing is really inside her little cleavage..."

The woman slapped Ma Wenzhang's buttocks with her small hand and said, "You big bad boy! It hurts so much!"

Ma Wenzhang quickly comforted her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it will be fine in a moment. It will open up, it's like this the first time!" Then

, he pulled his thick, long member out of her vagina, revealing more than half of the opening, before gently pushing it back in, very slowly, afraid of hurting her. The woman couldn't relax her muscles, making it difficult for the hard member to move in and out; this was indeed a challenge for Ma Wenzhang, who was having sex with a young woman for the first time. He looked down at his thick member, sometimes slowly disappearing into the woman's vagina, sometimes slowly emerging from between her two tender, red labia. She had her two white thighs spread apart, and his curly-haired mons pubis was swollen and throbbing from the large member. The

woman was incredibly nervous, her secret passage being penetrated by a man's penis for the first time. The discomfort, coupled with the pain, made her want it to end quickly. The constant thrusting of the hard object stimulated her passage, and gradually a small amount of fluid began to secrete, making it wet and shiny on Ma Wenzhang's thick penis. There were also bloodstains on the penis, the discharge from the woman's ruptured hymen. Because it was his first time having sex with a young girl, and because her passage was very tight, the pleasure from the thrusting was amplified. After only about twenty thrusts, he couldn't help but ejaculate. The woman felt Ma Wenzhang's thick, hard object contract inside her passage, and at the same time, several streams of sticky liquid shot into the depths of her passage, hot and scalding…

The woman felt her vagina filled with liquid, and whether out of ignorance or deliberate teasing, she exclaimed, "Hey! Why are you peeing in there?"

Ma Wenzhang laughed, "That's not pee, that's me ejaculating."

"Oh…"

The woman didn't ask any more questions, focusing on the pleasure and lubrication of being filled.

Ma Wenzhang withdrew his penis from the woman's vagina. As the glans slid out of the opening, a long, viscous liquid, a mixture of semen and vaginal secretions, stretched out between the glans and the opening. The thread broke shortly afterward. It was a strange phenomenon.

The woman sat up, noticing residual semen still flowing from the small opening at the tip of the glans. She wondered how the penis had been ejected from her body. After ejaculating, Ma Wenzhang relaxed, and his hard penis gradually softened, drooping wetly.

The woman glanced at his penis with seductive eyes and said, "It was so hard just now, how come it's soft after ejaculating?"

Ma Wenzhang smiled and said, "Because I can only ejaculate when my penis is inside you; otherwise, it can't go in. Now that I've ejaculated, I don't need to go in anymore, so it's soft."

Mr. Ma was truly excited; it seemed this woman was inexperienced, and he had truly opened her door.

The woman giggled, "So you used this thing to ejaculate inside me? How funny!"

Her breasts trembled with laughter.

Ma Wenzhang laughed even harder, "Then I'll come to you whenever I want to ejaculate."

The woman blushed and quickly moved her legs, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in her lower body. She asked in a tearful voice, "Teacher Ma, what did you do to me? It hurts so much down there!"

Indeed, the inside, now empty, was burning with pain, as if pierced by a hot stick.

Ma Wenzhang, displaying his masculine strength, comforted her, "It's alright, maybe all girls feel this way the first time? Yes, it hurts when the hymen breaks."

The woman, having been deflowered and aroused, unsurprisingly showed no sign of leaving, instead slipping naked under the covers, her eyes gleaming with a hazy light as she looked at Ma Wenzhang. Ma Wenzhang was indeed having a vivid, erotic dream, and he quickly crawled under the covers as well. Their slippery bodies intertwined, caressing each other. Much later, the strong-willed Ma Wenzhang seemed to begin to react slightly again. He suddenly realized he had been so focused on her lower body that he hadn't had a chance to truly savor the woman's beautiful body, especially her full breasts. He abruptly threw back the covers and climbed onto the woman's smooth body.

Her flawless white figure was completely exposed before Ma Wenzhang's eyes: a slender neck, delicate shoulders, and perfectly rounded breasts—perky yet exquisite, charmingly adorable—especially those deep red, erect nipples, which instantly made his blood boil! A slender waist, a smooth belly, and an adorably shaped, semi-circular belly button—he was utterly captivated!

Ma Wenzhang felt as if he were in a dream. The old folks used to tell tales of beautiful women descending from paintings to become men's wives, and today he was experiencing it firsthand! Jiapigou was truly a magical place; he was grateful to his cousin Yang Beian for finding him here to teach.

Ma Wenzhang was overwhelmed with a strong desire to kiss this beauty. He suddenly embraced the woman's neck and pressed his lips to her alluring mouth. The woman immediately opened her lips to meet his.

Marvin's tongue frantically explored every corner of her mouth, their tongues swirling and sucking, their saliva flowing endlessly. They both desperately swallowed their mixed fluids. He sucked on her tongue, holding its tip tightly in his mouth, gently biting it with his front teeth until she was overflowing with sweet saliva and breathing rapidly. His hands swept across her body, caressing her stomach and breasts, toying with her breasts. His mouth moved away from her lips, his wet tongue roaming over her face, nose, glasses, and eyebrows.

"I want you to completely melt into my passion,"

Marvin whispered in her ear, the literary scholar revealing his romantic side once more.

He repeatedly attacked her ear with his breath, his tongue exploring the edge of her ear canal, gently nibbling at her soft earlobe, teasing it with his tongue, and lightly biting it with his teeth, until she couldn't help but moan softly. Her breasts heaved rapidly in his palms, and he tightened his grip, his tongue swirling around her earlobe, almost making her scream.

Ma Wenzhang's tongue sucked along her neck, moving down to her snow-white, delicate breasts, delving into her cleavage to suckle and caress them, his short beard brushing against her smooth chest. His tongue slowly climbed up her cleavage, circling her right breast like a car winding up a mountain road. Just as he was about to reach the peak, he suddenly stopped. Her pink nipple stood erect right before his eyes, but his tongue didn't disturb it. It patiently circled the dark red areola beneath the tender tip, moving and rotating slowly, until her nipple became increasingly erect. Suddenly, he bit down hard on half of the peak, enveloping the entire erect point in his mouth. Then, his lips slowly moved upwards, until, almost touching the tip, he swiftly and tightly sucked on the nipple with both lips. At the same time, his right hand gripped her left breast tightly, pinching the nipple between his fingers—"Ahhhhh!"—In that instant, the woman's moans turned into a scream

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Chapter 263: Returning to Familiar Grounds

Ma Wenzhang tightly held the woman's hands, kneading her breasts together. His lips sucked back and forth between her nipples, his tongue teasing the two soft, erect peaks. Her body trembled beneath him, accompanied by screams.

Ma Wenzhang's tongue traced down her valley, leaving only his hands to hold her breasts tightly. His tongue roamed over her smooth belly, penetrating deep into her lovely navel, giving her a relentless, stimulating stimulation. Downward, ever downward, he used his tongue to pluck every single, curly, glossy hair, rubbing his face against the dark forest, parting the hair with his tongue until it thinned. He was infinitely close to the woman's most secret, sacred gate. He changed direction, lifting his tongue from the grass and sucking down her smooth thigh, down, down, until he reached her knee, calf, ankle, instep, and toes. He gently swept his tongue across the soles of her feet, then took her toes into his mouth, sucking desperately. His tongue flicked and roamed between her toes, making the woman beneath him writhe and moan incessantly…

Ma Wenzhang’s tongue moved up along the inside of her foot, then frantically caressed and roamed the inside of her thigh, bringing it ever closer to her opening, only to pull away again and again. Her moans were already muffled. Ma Wenzhang’s tongue moved upward again, reaching the very root of her thigh. His tongue moved up and down along the root of her thigh, and at this moment, his nostrils were filled with a stimulating fragrance. His tongue could clearly taste a moist, salty-sweet flavor. Under the dim light, the sacred gate that he had dreamed of was completely exposed before his eyes.

Ma Wenzhang stopped his wandering tongue and stared intently at the sacred cave—beneath the dark grass, two tender petals were slightly open—could this be the cave where he had just been wandering wildly? Could this be the gate to life that allowed him to experience the true meaning of life time and time again?

Ma Wenzhang's tongue gently pressed against the slightly protruding fleshy mound beside the woman's petals, licking and sucking the moist, salty taste. He felt the burning cave at his lips, slowly moving his tongue, step by step closer to the petals. Suddenly, he stretched out his tongue and pressed it tightly against the petals with all his might, sweeping it hard from bottom to top. He heard screams and trembling bodies again. He gave her no chance to breathe, frantically sucking on her petals, his tongue and lips roaming back and forth between them. The warm, moist flesh, the salty taste, the unique, intoxicating fragrance, the endless flow of love fluid… all of this drove Ma Wenzhang almost mad. He would suckle, then delve deeper, his tongue weaving between the petals, exploring the cavern. He wished his tongue were shorter, licking and sucking the walls of the cavern with his tongue, even sucking the petals tightly into his mouth, constantly drawing in the endless flow of love fluid—the woman's moans rose and fell…

Ma Wenzhang's tongue followed the woman's petals upwards and upwards until it reached the junction of the two petals. He discovered another cavern, knowing that deep inside lay the woman's most captivating flower core. Ma Wenzhang's tongue moved slowly around the bud, sometimes sucking, sometimes pressing gently—the woman's body was twisting, constantly twisting, and he could clearly feel her hips arching upwards. Her bud was pressed tightly against his nose. He took the opportunity to rotate his tongue, sliding it towards the bud, deep into the core. The moment his tongue touched the core, the woman's body pressed against his face with another scream.

Ma Wenzhang then used both hands to firmly support her now-suspended hips, his tongue constantly probing into her bud, moving around the core. He deeply sucked on the woman's fatal core, holding it in his lips, his tongue constantly giving her fatal stimulation; he used one finger to penetrate her overflowing cave, then added another, constantly teasing her cave with his fingertip. He felt her cave growing hotter and hotter, her love juice flowing endlessly, the walls of her cave contracting tightly, even his fingers being sucked by a force from the depths of her cave. Her breathing became more and more rapid, her moans louder and louder, her body trembling incessantly. He knew the final moment was approaching. He quickened the pace of his tongue's teasing, his lips relentlessly squeezing her clitoris—suddenly, the opening contracted desperately, his fingers immobilized. Seizing the opportunity, he gently bit down on her clitoris with his teeth, holding on tightly, his tongue licking and sucking frantically!

"Ah ...

The woman lay limply beneath Ma Wenzhang, displaying the graceful posture of a woman after reaching climax. Ma Wenzhang's lips never left her body—never! He greedily sucked on her bright red lips, licking every drop of fragrant sweat from her rosy face; his hands gently kneaded her breasts, rubbing her hard, erect nipples between his fingers, constantly shifting his fingertips to caress the tips.

Ma Wenzhang's penis was already erect, its rapid recovery surprising even to himself. Could this really be a vixen? Who cares what she is, tonight he would indulge in unbridled pleasure, even if he died, it wouldn't be in vain.

Ma Wenzhang pressed his lower body tightly against her opening, his erect member rubbing back and forth between her legs. His tongue danced across her earlobe, lips, cleavage, nipples, and armpits, constantly stimulating her with a whirlwind of sensations, leaving her disoriented and entranced…

Ma Wenzhang slowly propped himself up with one leg, his other hand gently moving his erect penis upwards from her opening, across her stomach, finally crouching down on her chest, "laying" it down between her warm, moist breasts, moving it back and forth gently. Then, he brought her breasts together, clamping them tightly around his penis, and, using his waist strength, thrust in and out—giving his erect member a perfect breastjob between her smooth, warm breasts. For the romantic Ma Wenzhang, this was a proud and perfect journey, not for psychological conquest, but for pure enjoyment.

The woman's tongue gently caressed him, complementing his thrusts and providing intense stimulation. Sometimes she took the entire glans into her mouth, sometimes she licked the small opening, each thrust offering a different thrill, almost making him ejaculate! He had to hold back, or all his efforts would be wasted!

Ma Wenzhang slowly released his hands, withdrawing his swollen penis from her cleavage. He held it tightly in one hand, gently circling the glans against her breast, then gently bumping the tip against her firm nipple, letting it slide slowly between her breasts—a unique and unconventional form of "breast sex." Then, he buried his soft testicles deep between her breasts, letting his highly swollen penis penetrate her mouth for a perfect deep-throat experience. Her beautiful lips gripped the base of his penis, thrusting powerfully with the head while her hands kneaded her breasts and massaged his testicles, giving Ma Wenzhang double the stimulation. Meanwhile, Ma Wenzhang's fingers were already deep inside her, providing continuous stimulation.

Reluctantly, Ma Wenzhang pulled away from her beautiful lips and tender breasts. His penis slowly thrust into the "core area of the Central Plains." He gripped his hard, erect penis tightly with his left hand—to ensure accurate penetration, he had to hold it firmly as he slowly moved towards the entrance.

It was a tender, fertile land, a moist land exuding boundless fragrance, a gently flowing stream, a clear, shallow bay, a land that would make a woman proud for a lifetime, a cave that would haunt a man's soul forever. Ma Wenzhang seemed to be intoxicated with poetry at this moment; the woman's body was a beautiful, hazy poem.

Ma Wenzhang's penis groped, yearning to penetrate that land a second time. His hand guided it slowly along the edge of the wetland, constantly rubbing against her inner thighs and the area around her moist vulva. At this moment, the tender cave had slightly opened, and the two bright red labia gradually turned outward. Ma Wenzhang slowly moved the head of his penis towards the labia, rubbing it up and down on the outside. The woman's love juice flowed again, and her moans rose again. Ma Wenzhang gripped his swollen penis tightly, gradually moving the glans to the frenulum of her labia, slowly moving it between the two tender fleshy lips. Then, holding his penis, he rubbed the glans up and down between the two tender fleshy lips, thrusting it left and right, up and down, and in the middle, until she moaned repeatedly, her vagina overflowing with fluids…

“I want it! I want it!”

the woman almost shouted, thrusting her lower body against Ma Wenzhang’s penis repeatedly, “I want it inside!”

Chapter 264: A Not-So-Small Disaster

Ma Wenzhang was determined to have a good time tonight. He ignored her cries, and released his grip on his penis, letting it lie horizontally between the petals, moving back and forth, continuing to tease and stimulate her relentlessly. “Sister, I’m going to give you an unprecedented orgasm!”

he whispered in her ear again.

The woman, already in the throes of passion, cried out, "Brother Ma, you've done everything, come on!" Ma Wenzhang gripped his penis tightly again, slowly moving it up the two smooth petals to the frenulum at the tip. He gently pushed aside the foreskin tightly covering the clitoris with the glans, pressing it firmly against the half-exposed clitoris. The woman let out a scream. He slowly teased the clitoris with his glans, gradually peeling it completely away from the foreskin. What a tender, firm clitoris! Ma Wenzhang dipped his glans in the love juice on the petals, then aligned the slit of his glans with the clitoris, gently teasing her sensitive tip, allowing the two tips to fully align.

The woman trembled, crying out, "I want it! Give it to me quickly!"

She was almost begging.

Ma Wenzhang's hard penis slid down between the petals again. He dipped two fingers in the love juice, gently pinching the foreskin and rubbing the clitoris back and forth, letting his penis move freely between the petals. Ma Wenzhang was also puzzled: how could a woman's narrow, shallow cleavage accommodate a man's various large objects?

"Teacher Ma... Brother, good brother, I beg you to go in quickly! I want my penis in! I can't take it anymore!"

the woman kept pleading.

Ma Wenzhang grew even more triumphant and excited. Holding his erect penis, he once again fiercely attacked her petals, pounding until she moaned and cried out in pain. Then, he slowly entered, pushing in little by little, constantly teasing her limits. After the entire head of his penis was inside her petals, he didn't rush deeper. Instead, he held his penis and rotated it around the entrance, rubbing it against the tender walls of her vagina, making the fire within her burn even brighter. At the moment of her extreme arousal, he suddenly withdrew his penis. At that moment, the entrance almost seemed to roar in despair—"I want your cock!"

Ma Wenzhang felt he had reached the perfect moment. Aiming at the entrance, he thrust in with all his might. A muffled "plop" was heard as his hard member slid in completely, followed almost by a scream from the woman beneath him! In that instant, Ma Wenzhang's blood surged, and the tingling pleasure in his lower body made him groan involuntarily…

Ma Wenzhang was aroused again; he felt it was time to unleash his full power! He thrust relentlessly, constantly changing angles, pounding into every nerve in her vaginal walls. Sometimes he thrust, sometimes he pounded, sometimes he went deep, sometimes he withdrew slightly. Each time her vaginal walls contracted slightly, he pulled his penis out completely, then plunged it back in forcefully from between her petals—the intense pleasure of the petals and the entrance scraping against his glans and coronal sulcus almost drove them both to madness time and again!

"Ah~~~~~ Your thing is so amazing, it's killing me! Don't stop, I want more!"

the woman cried out, her voice trembling with desire.

"I'll fuck you to death, you tender thing, I'll make you feel like you're in heaven!"

Seeing the woman's wantonness, Teacher Ma felt even more determined, his scholarly demeanor completely gone.

"Come on! I'm going to bite your big cock off!"

the woman writhed, using the beauty of her entire body to devour the hard object that was giving her such intense pleasure.

"Is it good? Is your vagina itchy?"

Ma Wenzhang thrust deeply, like a dragon emerging from the sea, firmly pressing against her clitoris.

"It itches so much, it feels so good!"

The woman sucked on his member even tighter, her body's greed reaching its peak.

"My thing is melting in your wetness!"

Ma Wenzhang had completely lost his composure, regressing to primal wildness.

Words that would normally seem dirty now became the most intense verbal stimulation, pushing them step by step towards the peak of pleasure! This is desire.

Forgive these men and women who seek madness and excitement! In that moment, let people forget morality and everything else, let them break free from all shackles and constraints, galloping freely in the surging wilderness of male-female love, swimming and flying freely! No matter the circumstances, no matter the era, this primal passion will not fade, but will be inherited and propagated from generation to generation. If there is one thing that has remained unchanged from ancient times to the present, it is that kind of thing between men and women, which has never changed.

The two were frantically intertwined, Ma Wenzhang frantically kneading the woman's breasts, sucking her nipples, holding them tightly in his mouth!

"Harder, harder!"

the woman cried.

Ma Wenzhang almost tore her breasts apart. His hard object burned almost melting inside her, and he worked even harder, thrusting deeper and deeper.

"I can't take it anymore, help!"

The woman was already incoherent. She used all her strength to thrust her hips against his lower body. Ma Wenzhang's glans kept hitting her sensitive spot on the upper wall of her vagina, and each impact made her scream! "Faster! Faster! Harder!"

she screamed, twisting and turning...

Ma Wenzhang could clearly feel the tender flesh inside slowly contracting and contracting. Suddenly, a strong spasm occurred, and the woman's body beneath him trembled continuously. His penis was being tightly sucked and squeezed inside the vagina, and her moans turned into screams. He used his last ounce of strength to thrust twenty or thirty times, then plunged deep into her cavern. A powerful pleasure surged from his genitals to his head, and he ejaculated—in that instant, he clearly felt a surge of heat gushing from the depths of her cavern, a gush of fluid spraying from the opening onto his pubic hair…

The night was bright with stars and moon, and Ma Wenzhang certainly felt that way. The main reason was the night of passionate lovemaking, the crimson dots creating a vibrant atmosphere, keeping him awake for most of the night. For that passionate night, the romantic Ma Wenzhang even composed a poem overflowing with emotion: "A veteran of countless battles, yet the old gun remains unused; originally without any turbulence, yet a new cavern for a lavishly flattering guest; one to satisfy his unfulfilled desires on the bed, the other to fulfill her unfulfilled longings."

Although Ma Wenzhang had indeed experienced a stroke of good fortune, a passionate night filled with lovemaking that he would cherish for life, he later described a different version of events to others. He said that the strangest thing was that the next morning, when Ma Wenzhang woke up, he found himself lying alone on the bed. He reached out and found nothing there; the woman named Bai Chunying was nowhere to be seen. He then touched his crotch and found a wet, sticky liquid. Only then did he remember the legend that a fox spirit often haunted the old wall near the school. It was said that the area outside the school's east wall was originally a graveyard, uninhabited by any farmers. The woman's claim that her uncle's family lived there seemed completely fabricated. Ma Wenzhang himself had believed it in his daze—wasn't that an absurd and bizarre thing? Thinking about this, Ma Wenzhang was suddenly filled with fear and felt guilty for days. Ma Wenzhang, however, didn't shy away from talking about his romantic escapades with the ghost, even describing in detail the pleasure he experienced. He claimed it took him three attempts to deflower the female ghost, indicating she had died before their union.

This mysterious affair continued to circulate throughout the school. Amidst the ambiguity and the blurring of reality and illusion, people seemed unwilling to believe Ma Wenzhang's ghostly tales. Later, some clues surfaced, revealing that Ma Wenzhang's nighttime affairs weren't limited to this one. Cui De from Jiapigou Village witnessed Ma Wenzhang with a young and beautiful woman beneath him. Further investigation revealed another clue: in Wobao Village, not far from Jiapigou School, there was indeed a woman surnamed Bai who closely resembled Ma Wenzhang's description in appearance and background. This woman wasn't a ghost, but a living person, unmarried and indeed living with her uncle.

From this, people deduced that Ma Wenzhang's romantic encounter that night was not fabricated, but his claim of a one-night stand with a female ghost was likely fabricated to cover his tracks.

However, Ma Wenzhang could not have imagined that his exaggerated tale of a night with a female ghost would bring him considerable disaster… (March 25th,

Chapter 265: Going Deeper)

The revolutionary representatives at the school dragged Ma Wenzhang out as yet another typical example of “feudalism, capitalism, and revisionism,” which perfectly suited the wishes of Qu Haishan, the leader of the rebels. After listening to the school representatives' account of Ma Wenzhang, he excitedly slammed his fist on the table and said, “You've observed very carefully! A person like this is a typical mixture of bourgeoisie and feudalism, possessing bourgeois sentiments while spreading the poison of feudal superstition. He is essentially a counter-revolutionary. When the criticism meeting is held, drag Ma Wenzhang out and expose and criticize him!”

In fact, Qu Haishan harbored resentment towards Ma Wenzhang. This resentment wasn't just because Ma Wenzhang was Yang Beian's cousin; it stemmed primarily from the fact that Ma Wenzhang was the matchmaker for Yang Beian and Yao Lijuan's marriage. Although Yang Beian and Yao Lijuan were actually dating, and Ma Wenzhang's role as matchmaker wasn't decisive, he was the one who brought them together, the one who first revealed their relationship, and ultimately, the one who formally acted as their matchmaker. Furthermore, during Qu Haishan's pursuit of Yao Lijuan, Ma Wenzhang had gone to great lengths, speaking ill of Qu Haishan behind his back to Yao Lijuan. Even though Qu Haishan knew that Yao Lijuan and Yang Beian would have ended up together even without Ma Wenzhang's intervention, he still harbored resentment towards him.

With three class enemies temporarily identified at the school, a fighting stance could be formed; later, the masses could be mobilized to expose the hidden ones. However, it seemed somewhat unusual that only Yang Beian and Liu Pangzhu, two reactionaries, were identified among the cadres and masses of Jiapigou Brigade. At the start of a movement, there always needs to be a few targets for struggle. So, Qu Haishan, as if to spark discussion, guided the core members, saying: "Have you considered that Yang Beian, this capitalist power holder, has been hiding in Jiapigou Brigade for so many years, and has been in power for so long, could his counter-revolutionary forces consist of only one or two people? He can't be a lone commander, can he? You should carefully study who his accomplices are. You must find a way to dig them out and work with him in the dictatorship of the proletariat. Revolutionary struggle isn't just about courage; it also requires wisdom!"

The implication was that identifying only Yang Beian and Liu Pangzhu in the brigade was far from enough; several more counter-revolutionaries needed to be found.

Inspired by Qu Haishan's words, Qu Haishan's brother-in-law, Sui Da'erduo, suddenly stood up and said, "Captain, if we want to uncover Yang Beian's accomplices, we must first look into Yang Beian's family and relatives. Only those closely related to him could be his accomplices!"

Sui Da'erduo was Sui Caiyun's brother, thirty-six years old this year. Because his two ears were particularly large, people nicknamed him Sui Da'erduo. At this moment, his two large ears were flapping on both sides, and his expression appeared excited and cunning.

Qu Haishan seemed very interested. Looking at him, he asked, "What are your thoughts and discoveries? You might as well tell us. You are now a core member of the rebels, so of course you should take the lead in offering suggestions for the revolution! It seems you must have a plan in mind, right?"

Sui Da'er hurriedly said, "In my opinion, Yang Bei'an's father, Yang Wanji, is very likely a hidden counter-revolutionary. Moreover, he and Yang Bei'an are father and son, so they must be accomplices. Perhaps Yang Wanji's reactionary roots are even deeper than Yang Bei'an's. Perhaps it was Yang Wanji who developed Yang Bei'an into a counter-revolutionary. That old stubborn man is fundamentally incompatible with our proletariat!"

Sui Da'erduo was determined to get rid of Yang Wanji, but in reality, he had his own agenda. Sui Da'erduo was also a village doctor, and outwardly, he and Yang Wanji had a natural animosity due to their shared profession. Over the years, almost all the patients from the surrounding villages had gone to Yang Wanji for treatment, leaving his clinic practically deserted. Sui Da'erduo's medical skills weren't inherited, nor had he received any formal training. His limited medical knowledge came from his uncle, and because he hadn't studied diligently, his skills were only superficial. He could only treat minor ailments like headaches and colds, and his prices were exorbitant—one dose of his medicine cost the equivalent of three doses for Yang Wanji. This created a vicious cycle, further reducing the number of patients. Despite this, he still lived better than ordinary people earning work points in the production team, since he could still cure some minor illnesses. And when people are sick, they'll try anything; even illiterate people post notices on their doors! Secondly, what made him most proud was that it was precisely because he was the village doctor that he had the opportunity to have his way with so many women in Jiapigou Brigade. Sui Da'er always boasted that he could cure the itching ailment of the women in Jiapigou, and even gave examples of women he had cured. The ailment was painful and shameful for the women in the village, so naturally many women came to him for treatment. However, every woman who came to him was like a lamb entering a tiger's den, never to return; nine out of ten were taken advantage of by him. His method of treating that ailment was very special: he would insert medicine deep into the woman's vagina using his penis. With this treatment, once a woman let him treat her, it was as if she had surrendered her body to him. But over the years, he had never cured a single woman of her ailment; on the contrary, the itching only worsened with each treatment. However, he did have a way to temporarily relieve women's itching: he would use a traditional Chinese medicine ointment he made himself. Each time he treated a woman, he would apply it to his glans and then insert it into her. After a while, the itching would subside, but it would soon return, even more intensely. So, the women would inevitably return to him for treatment. With this insidious method, Sui Da'er could have his way with women as he pleased, feeling his life hadn't been in vain.

But Sui Da'er knew that Yang Wanji could indeed cure this kind of ailment in women; Yang Wanji simply refused to treat anyone. He also knew that Yang Wanji possessed a precious medical book that could cure not only this ailment but also many diseases that even hospitals couldn't cure. For years, Sui Da'er had coveted Yang Wanji's precious book, dreaming of obtaining it. He had tried almost every method imaginable, but to no avail. He even once tried to steal it from Yang Wanji's house, almost getting caught. In short, he was constantly thinking about how to obtain Yang Wanji's medical book, but even with his obsessive desire, he still couldn't get it. The precious book belonged to someone else; he couldn't steal it, and the owner wouldn't sell it for a fortune. Damn it, sometimes Sui Da'er's eyes would turn red with envy for that book. He knew that if he had it, he would be a powerful, all-powerful doctor, not only rolling in wealth but also able to have his way with women at will.

But then, fate intervened; the Cultural Revolution arrived, and he seemed to see a glimmer of hope in obtaining Yang Wanji's book. Punishing Yang Wanji wasn't the goal; obtaining his book was the ultimate objective, but Sui Da'er couldn't tell anyone about his secret thoughts. He wanted to use the revolutionary movement as a weapon to force Yang Wanji's precious book out.

Sui Da'er's words were exactly what Qu Haishan wanted. Over the years, Qu Haishan harbored deep resentment towards Yang Wanji. This resentment wasn't solely due to Yang Wanji being Yang Beian's father; it stemmed from deeper entanglements. He remained fixated on the alleged ambiguous relationship between Xin Damei and Yang Wanji. Even if such a relationship didn't exist, he couldn't forgive Yang Wanji. When Xin Damei suffered a difficult childbirth with Qu Yong, he personally begged Yang Wanji to deliver the baby, but Yang Wanji refused. Had Yang Wanji delivered the baby, Xin Damei would certainly not have died. Qu Haishan held this grudge firmly in his heart. Another grudge was that Yang Wanji had stubbornly refused to treat his pruritus, leaving him with the condition to this day.

Qu Haishan looked at Sui Da'erduo and said admiringly, "Yes, your observation and analysis are very accurate. That old bastard Yang Wanji embodies the cold-blooded nature of the exploiting class. He harbors immense hatred for the vast proletariat. Back then, my ex-wife Xin Damei died at his hands!"

Qu Haishan's vivid

example was highly persuasive. When Xin

Damei suffered a difficult childbirth, Qu Haishan went to Yang Wanji to assist her, but Yang Wanji didn't come. This story had been widely circulated in Jiapigou Village over the years. Those who knew the inside story understood why Yang Wanji didn't come to assist Xin Damei's delivery; those who didn't could only assume that Yang Wanji had abandoned her and was cold-hearted. Moreover, Qu Haishan has embellished this cold-bloodedness to the extreme, and more importantly, he has been emphasizing this inside story over the years: Yang Wanji's refusal to come and deliver Xin Damei's baby is because Yang Wanji resents Xin Damei for not marrying him, which is a naked revenge against Xin Damei.

Just as Qu Haishan's well-timed incitement ended, a man sprang up like a spring from the side. This man was Xin Damei's younger brother, Xin Ergaizi. He shouted angrily, "You're absolutely right! That old bastard Yang Wanji is a bloodless reactionary! My sister, Xin Damei, died at his hands. He harbors a grudge because my sister didn't marry him, and he watched helplessly as my sister died in childbirth! Such a heinous reactionary should be dragged out and made to pay the blood debt he owes to the proletariat!"

Suddenly, Qu Yong, a pivotal figure in the room, stood up with red eyes, waving his fist and shouting as if making a vow, "I will definitely avenge my mother! Yang Wanji is the murderer of my mother, and I will definitely make him pay for his blood debt!"

The shrewd and calculating Qu Haishan felt that Qu Yong's talk of revenge in such a setting was highly inappropriate. He hurriedly corrected his father, saying, "Qu Yong, don't talk about revenge. We're not discussing personal grudges here; it's a struggle between classes. Our fight against Yang Wanji isn't about revenge, but about exposing his reactionary class nature..."

Qu Yong realized he had been impulsive and echoed his father's words, "What I said is also about class nature. Yang Wanji's inhumanity exposes his cold-blooded exploitative nature. We must fight him mercilessly until we expose him as the true form of the exploitative class!"

At this point, another person stood up, crying, "Yang Wanji is truly the most heinous. My mother died at his hands. I really want to have him shot! We will not let such a vicious reactionary class go unpunished!"

This crying accuser was Sun Dabao, the militia company commander of the brigade. Sun Dabao was wiping his eyes as he spoke. His mother had only been dead for a few days, and he already believed Yang Wanji had refused to help her.

Liu Guizhi, who had been silent until now, became very curious and looked at Sun Dabao, asking, "Oh? What happened? You said your mother died at Yang Wanji's hands? Tell me..."

As the leader of the work group, Liu Guizhi naturally wanted to make the movement as vigorous as possible. On the other hand, to bring down Yang Beian, it would be best to uproot the entire Yang family. Therefore, she was quite interested in Yang Wanji's "crimes."

Sun Dabao, with a mournful face, said, "My mother had tuberculosis. Yang Wanji could cure this disease. My third uncle went to him to treat my mother, but he refused to come no matter what. My mother..."

As Sun Dabao spoke, his eyes searched for someone. He finally found Sun Sanhouzi, who was also in the room, and pointed at him, "Let my third uncle tell you what happened. When my mother was seriously ill, it was my third uncle who went to Yang Wanji. He knows!"

People then turned their attention to Sun Sanhouzi, who was sitting there. Sun Sanhouzi harbored even more resentment towards Yang Wanji. Although his sister-in-law was merely a roommate, she had still been the woman in his bed for many years. A woman might seem insignificant, but now, without her, he truly felt the suffocation of his nights. Even if Yang Wanji allowed his sister-in-law to live another year, he would have one less year of suffocation. He hated Yang Wanji. At this moment, the scene of going to Yang Wanji for treatment of his woman flashed through his mind: "Didn't I tell you? I can't treat your woman's illness; you should go to the hospital!"

"Dr. Yang, why can't you cure her? You cured Xin Damei's father back then."

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Xin Damei's father had tuberculosis, and I could treat it before it got too serious. But your woman's illness is different. She's already been diagnosed at the hospital with a tumor in her lung. Even the hospital can't cure that. What can I do?"

"I know you're holding a grudge from the past, that's why you're refusing to help. Fine, I'll beg you, but it's pointless!"

Sun Sanhouzi said, stamping his feet and pounding his chest. "When my woman was seriously ill, I went to Yang Wanji. I even knelt down and begged him to treat her, but he was unmoved. He insisted he couldn't cure this kind of illness. But I know he's lying. Xin Damei's father had the same illness as my woman, and Yang Leiluo cured him with just a few doses of medicine. But when I begged him, he said he couldn't." Three days later, my woman died. He's clearly showing hatred towards us proletarians!

Qu Haishan, sensing something amiss in his words, quickly corrected him, saying, "Do you know why he went out of his way to treat Xin Damei's father? He had ulterior motives. He wanted to gain Xin Damei's gratitude through this favor, to achieve his ulterior motive of marrying her. And the facts proved it: Xin Damei didn't marry him, and later, when she had a difficult childbirth, he refused to help her deliver the baby. That's exploitation." "We must recognize the ugly nature of this class that only acts when there is profit to be made!"

Liu Guizhi seized the opportunity to say hastily, "

Such a thing has happened? It seems Yang Wanji truly embodies the typical nature of the reactionary class, and we should dig him out!"

Sun Dabao angrily waved his fist and said, "It's time for us to settle accounts with this reactionary class. We cannot be lenient with such people!" Seeing that the flames of struggle had been ignited, Qu Haishan felt it necessary to guide them in preparing for the next step, so he calmly said, "Although Yang Wanji's crimes are heinous, our struggle still needs to be strategic. The evidence you have is useless here. You should write these incriminating facts into big-character posters and post them on the walls so that the broad masses of revolutionary people can recognize his reactionary nature. The power of the masses is boundless, and we must rely on the masses. In addition, during the criticism meetings, you should bravely go on stage to expose and denounce their numerous crimes, so that the people can clearly see how they exploit and harm the proletariat. Only then will we have more power to defeat and discredit them. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

Almost everyone shouted in unison.

Qu Haishan coughed and said, "Let's leave Yang Wanji's matter here for now. The next step is for us to take action and fight him. Let's continue our discussion. Who else might be a reactionary? We need to think carefully! Think about those who have had close contact with Yang Beian. What have they said and done? Don't overlook any reactionary clues!"

Xin Erga stood up again and said, "I suspect that Yang Beian's in-law, Cui De, has made reactionary remarks and actions. Cui De is definitely Yang Beian's accomplice!"

Qu Haishan looked up at him and asked, "What reactionary evidence have you found against Cui De? It's true that he and Yang Beian are in-laws, but we can't make a judgment based on that alone. We need sufficient evidence!"

In fact, Qu Haishan knew that Xin Erga wanted to expose Cui De in order to get Cui Huahua, but Qu Haishan was worried that Xin Erga would drag the issue into personal grudges like Qu Yong had done earlier, which would put him in a very passive position, so he guided the discussion appropriately.

Xin Erga wasn't stupid; he understood Qu Haishan's intentions. He said, "I'm not holding a grudge. I think Cui De often does fortune-telling and divination, which is clearly feudalistic. It goes against the proletarian worldview; it's pure feudalism. We need to investigate his true nature!"

Xin Erga brought up Cui Huahua's father, Cui De, not to harm Cui De, but to use this as a means to capture Cui Huahua. His real intentions were elsewhere…

Qu Haishan, of course, knew exactly what Xin Erga was up to. Suanpan said meaningfully, "Well, Cui De's feudalistic ways are indeed worth being wary of. However, it would be best to find other evidence against him. Then you should continue to dig deeper into his words and deeds..."

Xin Erga nodded and said, "As long as Cui De is Yang Beian's accomplice, he will reveal his flaws. I must monitor his words and deeds!"

At that time, Xin Erga was filled with the charming little face of Cui Huahua...

Chapter 267: The two girls still wouldn't give up.

The whole Jiapigou began to be in an uproar. In the brigade headquarters, the village primary school, and along the village streets, wherever things could be hung or pasted, banners, slogans, and big-character posters were everywhere, along with mimeographed leaflets scattered all over the streets. The content exposed and criticized some "power holders" and "monsters and demons" from the central government to the local level. Of course, in Jiapigou, the criticism mainly focused on those "reactionaries" in the brigade, and was mostly directed at the branch secretary Yang Beian and his so-called accomplices. The language was fierce, such as "We are willing to risk our lives to bring Yang Beian down from his horse," "Smash Yang Wanji's dog head," and "Ten major crimes of Yang Beian." These big-character posters and leaflets were signed and unsigned. The unsigned ones were mostly from groups like the "Red Star Combat Team" and the "Jiapigou Rebel Group." The signed posters primarily exposed the Party Secretary Yang Beian, his family, and so-called accomplices. Surprisingly, two posters by Xiaobaixie and her daughter Qingcao were included. Their main accusation was that Yang Beian and his wife Yao Lijuan had forced Xiaobaixie and her daughter to fabricate facts to frame Party Secretary Liu Kui during the Four Cleanups Movement, in order to achieve their ulterior counter-revolutionary goals. The fact that Xiaobaixie and her daughter posted these posters to criticize Yang Beian and his wife surprised the people of Jiapigou. Firstly, Xiaobaixie and the Yang family were close relatives, and Yang Beian and his wife had taken good care of them over the years. Secondly, the fact that Liu Kui had abused his power to rape Xiaobaixie and her daughter was already established by the people of Jiapigou; how could it suddenly be claimed as a fabrication? The world has truly become unrecognizable, leaving people with many perplexing questions.

Among the signed big-character posters were those of Sun Dabao and his third uncle, Sun Sanhouzi. The listed evidence accused Yang Bei'an of vehemently opposing the People's Commune system in 1958, calling the collective ownership absurd and clearly an attempt to follow Liu Shaoqi's line. They accused Yang of opposing Chairman Mao, being hostile to communism, and possessing typical capitalist characteristics. Sun Dabao and Sun Sanhouzi also wrote big-character posters accusing Yang Wanji of failing to provide medical treatment for Sun Dabao's mother, a crime of neglect and death. The posters were so scathing and tearful that it's unclear who wrote them.

Qu Haishan and his son were also among the posters. Qu Haishan criticized Yang Bei'an for distributing the Sixth Team's private plots to commune members, arguing that this was tantamount to following Liu Shaoqi's capitalist principles of "three freedoms and one contract, four major freedoms," making him an out-and-out capitalist power holder. Another of Qu Haishan's posters, of course, exposed Yang Wanji's indifference in the face of Xin Damei's death in childbirth.

Besides tearfully denouncing Yang Wanji for the murder of his mother, Xin Damei, Qu Yong's big-character poster also included one criticizing Yang Beian, claiming that Yang Lei's counter-revolutionary riot, in which he abducted Su Xiaomeng and Cai Jing from the school, was orchestrated by Yang Beian, making Yang Beian the commander of the counter-revolutionary camp.

Xin Erga also had two prominent big-character posters. One exposed Yang Beian and Yao Lijuan, accusing them of abusing their power to ruin his marriage with Cui Huahua, forcibly taking Cui Huahua to marry Yang Beian's younger brother—a tyrannical revisionist style. Xin Erga's other poster, of course, exposed Yang Wanji, specifically the incident of Yang Wanji refusing to deliver Xin Damei's baby, accusing him of being the culprit who harmed his sister.

Sui Da'er also wrote a big-character poster exposing Yang Wanji's possession of heretical books while refusing to treat the village women—a blatant exploitative class nature.

Among these big-character posters, one unsigned one attracted particular attention and suspicion. It detailed how Yang Beian and Yao Lijuan forced the Feng Sihai couple to betroth their daughter, Feng Dongmei, to Yang Leiluo, the son of the Yang family. The poster denounced Yang Beian and Yao Lijuan as typical feudalistic filial sons and grandsons, remnants of the landlord class.

In short, the crimes of Yang Beian and his accomplices were irrefutable and countless, making them heinous counter-revolutionaries.

That afternoon, the Red Star Combat Team and the Rebel Group launched a joint operation, swiftly carrying out the revolutionary struggle of arresting "monsters and demons" and ransacking homes in the "Destroy the Four Olds, Establish the Four News" campaign.

Red flags fluttered in the village streets, and the sounds of gongs and drums filled the air. The streets were crowded with villagers watching the spectacle, some panicked, some curious, and some whispering amongst themselves. The Red Star Combat Team, led by Qu Yong, and the revolutionary rebels, led by Qu Haishan, appeared in formation on the village streets. Qu Haishan was absent; instead, several key members of the Rebel Group—Xin Erga, Sui Da'er, Sui Dazhu, Sun Dabao, and Sun Sanhouzi—stood in his place. This united column, full of swagger, carried red banners proclaiming "Rebellion is Justified" and shouted revolutionary slogans. At that time, Yang Beian and the "monsters and demons" of the brigade were also brought out, and their homes were ransacked, while the "Destroy the Four Olds" campaign was also underway.

Whose home would be raided first? Of course, they started with Yang Bei'an, the biggest capitalist roader in power in their brigade. Qu Yong led his men into the Yang family's courtyard with great fanfare. Upon entering, Qu Yong couldn't help but turn back to look at Feng Dongmei, only to find she was nowhere to be seen. Feng Dongmei had been with Sun Yajing and Sui Xiaocai in the fighting team, but now only those two girls remained behind him. Qu Yong turned back and whispered, "Where's Feng Dongmei?"

Sui Xiaocai hurriedly replied, "She didn't go into the Yang family's courtyard. It seems she still can't bear to ransack Yang Leiluo's house. It seems Feng Dongmei still has that counter-revolutionary in her heart and can't bear to ransack his house!"

Sui Xiaocai added fuel to the fire with this remark.

Qu Yong frowned and said nothing more. Although he was also uncomfortable that Feng Dongmei still harbored feelings for Yang Leiluo, he wasn't too angry. After all, Feng Dongmei and Yang Leiluo had spent so many years together; it was impossible for her to just let go. But he believed that Feng Dongmei would belong to him sooner or later. The Yang family was now considered counter-revolutionaries; would she have any further connection with a reactionary class? Moreover, Qu Yong already sensed that Feng Dongmei was getting further and further away from Yang Leiluo, but closer and closer to him. He had no more worries; getting Feng Dongmei was only a matter of time, and he wasn't in a hurry.

The Red Guards and rebels grabbed a long bench in the Yang family's house and ordered Yang Beian to stand on it. Yang Beian held his head high and refused to stand on the bench. Before anyone else could take action, Sui Xiaocai and Sun Yajing, who were behind Qu Yong, came over, pointed at Yang Beian's nose, and questioned, "You capitalist roader, do you still want to resist the people's judgment? Get on the bench right now!"

As they spoke, they grabbed Yang Beian's arms and dragged him onto the bench.

Because it was two girls tearing and tugging at each other, Yang Beian, fearing gossip, reluctantly stood on a stool. The two girls weren't finished; they took a tall hat and a large cardboard sign from the Red Guards and "dressed" Yang Beian up. The sign read "Down with the capitalist power holder Yang Beian," with his name crossed out in red ink—like the treatment of a death row inmate in the old days.

Afterwards, Qu Yong led a small group of rebels and onlookers, repeatedly chanting "revolutionary slogans," including: "Down with the capitalist power holder Yang Beian," "Rebellion is justified, revolution is not a crime," "Long live the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution," and "Long live the great leader Chairman Mao!" The fighting team and some villagers also chanted the same slogans.

Then, Qu Yong led his men into the house to begin destroying the "Four Olds" while searching for evidence of counter-revolution. Just as the group was about to enter the house, the door opened, and Yang Leiluo's aunt, Cui Huahua, blocking the entrance with her child in her arms, stared in terror at the menacing group. She also saw her brother-in-law, Yang Beian, still standing on a stool with a sign and a tall hat. Filled with ominous fear, Cui Huahua asked in a trembling voice, "What...what do you want?"

Xin Erga, standing behind Qu Yong, saw the long-awaited Cui Huahua, and his eyes immediately gleamed with lustful greed

...

Chapter 268: After being thoroughly humiliated,

Erga rushed forward, his earlier rebel-like demeanor completely gone. He spoke in a gentle tone, "Huahua, you see? Yang Beian is no longer the Party Secretary. He's a bourgeois counter-revolutionary hiding among us. He's standing outside being interrogated and criticized by the revolutionary masses. Your sister-in-law, Yao Lijuan, is also a reactionary. And Yang Leiluo, needless to say, launched a counter-revolutionary riot, rescued the class enemies in the school, and now..." "He's wanted! He'll be caught and executed sooner or later. The entire Yang family are counter-revolutionaries! Do you still want to stay in the Yang family? Your family's class status is poor peasant. If you're mixed up with counter-revolutionaries, then you'll be a counter-revolutionary too!"

Cui Huahua trembled, her eyes filled with fear. She tightly hugged the child in her arms and said in a trembling voice, "You're talking nonsense! My older brother and sister-in-law aren't counter-revolutionaries, and Da Lei is even less so. They're good people..."

Xin Erga's eyes were fixed on the high breasts beneath Cui Huahua's blouse, and he couldn't help but think ... Recalling the pleasurable scene of playing with her body while she was unconscious in the graveyard, he fantasized that this beautiful young woman was now his woman. He couldn't help but say again, "Huahua, don't be so stubborn. The Yang family are all counter-revolutionaries, and the evidence is irrefutable. You'll believe it soon enough. Huahua, leave the Yang family and be my woman!"

Cui Huahua lowered her eyes, her chest heaving violently, and cried out, "Don't talk nonsense, don't dream, I won't believe you..."

Qu Yong saw that his uncle believed Erga. The boy steered the conversation back to personal matters, then stepped forward and pushed him aside, scolding, "Uncle, what are we here for? Don't keep thinking about your own troubles. We're here to raid the homes of counter-revolutionaries. We're conducting a revolutionary operation. Why are you saying this?"

Xin Ergazi, of course, didn't dare to argue with Qu Yong, so he retreated to the back, but his eyes never left Cui Huahua's beautiful body, especially the two mounds half-hidden under her blouse. Perhaps she had just finished breastfeeding her child, and a corner of her vest was lifted, revealing a beautiful glimpse of her ample bosom.

Qu Yong couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction to the beautiful woman before him, but at the moment he had no time to think about that. He swallowed hard and asked, "Has Yang Leiluo returned these past two days? Why didn't you report to us? Are you trying to collude with the counter-revolutionaries?"

Although Cui Huahua was in a state of panic, she felt somewhat relieved when she learned from Qu Yong's words that Yang Leiluo hadn't been caught yet. She hurriedly said, "He hasn't come back. He hasn't returned since he ran away that day. If he did, wouldn't I report it?"

Qu Yong knew it was pointless to ask. Even if Yang Leiluo returned, Cui Huahua wouldn't report it. They would still have to lay a trap and wait for him. He didn't believe Yang Leiluo could stay outside forever, eating and drinking. The tall crops could provide cover, but without food and drink, he wouldn't survive.

Qu Yong said to Cui Huahua, "Get out of the way, we're going inside!"

Cui Huahua didn't move aside, but said, "Yang Leiluo really hasn't returned. What are you doing coming in?"

Cui Huahua was terrified of what these people were doing here.

"You think I'd believe you just because you say he hasn't returned? Besides, we're not just here to arrest Yang Leiluo, we're mainly here to collect evidence of their reactionary activities. Get out of the way, or we'll treat you as a counter-revolutionary too!"

Cui Huahua knew there was no way to stop them, and fearing for her child, she stepped aside and retreated into the house. Qu Yong led his men inside. They first went to Yang Beian and Yao Lijuan's west room and began ransacking it like bandits.

The room was thoroughly searched by about ten people; the chests and cabinets were smashed to pieces. Apart from some books and certificates of merit, they found no evidence of any reactionary activities. However, they did find a photograph of Yang Beian in a People's Liberation Army uniform. This photograph seemed to cause trouble; the rebels claimed it was a forgery, that Yang Beian was impersonating a member of the People's Liberation Army, and they confiscated the photo. The truth was that the photo was taken during military training with other members of the team, all dressed in military uniform. But the Red Guards and rebels had no other grounds to investigate but to focus on Yang Beian's alleged crime of impersonating a member of the People's Liberation Army.

After searching Yang Beian's west room, Qu Yong led his men to Cui Huahua's east room, where they again ransacked the place. Cui Huahua's room was spotless; they found nothing that resembled the "Four Olds" or any evidence of reaction. Finally, they found one item: a pair of embroidered shoes. These were the shoes Cui Huahua wore on her wedding day with Yang Beisheng, and she had kept them as a memento.

Holding up the shoes, Qu Yong asked Cui Huahua, "What are these? This is clearly bourgeois taste! Wearing embroidered shoes! Have you ever seen a proletarian wear these?"

Cui Huahua retorted, "They're just shoes! How are they bourgeois? Who didn't wear embroidered shoes for their wedding in the past?"

"The past? Are you still living in the past? Are you nostalgic for the exploitative life of the past? It seems you're about to become corrupted too!"

Qu Yong rebuked her sternly. At this point, he had a sinister idea. He handed the embroidered shoes to a Red Guard and instructed him, "Take these embroidered shoes out and put them on that counter-revolutionary Yang Bei'an. Doesn't he yearn for capitalism? Let him play the role!"

The Red Guard agreed and went out to put the embroidered shoes on Yang Bei'an. The Red Guards continued to rummage around. Cui Huahua was a little nervous. Taking advantage of their inattention, she took out a gold bracelet her mother had given her from under the kang (a heated brick bed). Cui Huahua had heard that gold was taboo; keeping gold was considered a dream of Chiang Kai-shek's restoration, a very serious matter. She picked up her child and went to the outhouse. But just then, Xin Ergaizi's eyes were fixed on her.

When Cui Huahua hurriedly returned from the outhouse, Qu Yong glared at her and asked sharply, "What did you go to the outhouse for?"

"I... went to pee!"

Cui Huahua said, her face flushed. Her heart was pounding, worried that they had discovered something.

"You must have gone to hide something. Someone saw you. If you don't confess, you'll be taken away as a counter-revolutionary!"

Qu Yong said again.

Fearing she would also be labeled a counter-revolutionary, Cui Huahua trembled with fear and hurriedly said, "I just put the gold bracelet my mother gave me in the outhouse!"

Qu Yong immediately went to the outhouse to search but couldn't find the bracelet. When Qu Yong returned, he asked, "Cui Huahua, where is the gold bracelet you hid? You're clearly lying to me!"

Cui Huahua turned pale with fright and hurriedly led Qu Yong and the others to the outhouse to search. But when Cui Huahua looked where she had hidden the bracelet, strangely, it had vanished without a trace. Cui Huahua was puzzled. Could it have been stolen so quickly?

Qu Yong stared, wanting to press further, but his uncle, Xin Erga, called him aside and whispered a few words in his ear. Qu Yong didn't press the matter further.

The Red Guards and rebels searched both rooms thoroughly, but apart from Yang Beian's photo in a People's Liberation Army uniform and Cui Huahua's embroidered shoes, which seemed to have some reactionary clues, they found nothing else of value. Qu Yong waved his hand, and everyone left. Only Xin Erga remained inside. Cui Huahua looked at him in alarm and asked, "Why aren't you leaving? Hurry up and leave!"

Xin Erga chuckled and leaned closer to Cui Huahua, saying, "Huahua, you need to think carefully about what I told you before. Right now, your only way out is to leave the Yang family and completely sever ties with them. Then you can become my woman, and that way you won't suffer!"

"You... hurry up and leave!"

Cui Huahua cried out in frustration.

Although Xin Erga left feeling embarrassed, he was secretly plotting a wicked scheme…

Chapter 269: After

ransacking the home of Yang Beian, the biggest capitalist roader, and leaving the Yang family's courtyard, Qu Yong ordered two Red Guards to take Yang Beian, who was already wearing embroidered shoes, and several other "five categories of elements" back to the brigade's cowshed. The ransacking operation would continue. Afterwards, Qu Yong led his large group to Yang Wanji's house at the east end, closely followed by Sui Da'er. Ransacking Yang Wanji's house was something Sui Da'er had long anticipated; what he was thinking about was, of course, the precious book in Yang Wanji's house—his coveted treasure.

Yang Wanji usually stayed at his clinic and rarely went out. Although the village was in chaos and he had heard that something terrible had happened to his son Yang Beian's family, he still didn't go out. He kept to himself the old saying that what is meant to be will be, and he seemed to believe even more in the truth that "a clear conscience fears no accusation" and the principle that "black is black, white is white, and black and white cannot be reversed."

But when suddenly these Red Guards rushed in, led by Qu Yong, Yang Wanji felt uneasy. He hurriedly blocked the doorway and demanded sharply, "What do you want?"

Qu Yong stood there with his hands on his hips, adopting an inviolable posture. He stared at Yang Wanji and said, "Yang Wanji, you're quite good at playing dumb, aren't you? Haven't you seen the big-character posters all over the streets? They're all exposing the ugly nature of your exploitative class. You're just a remnant of the exploitative class hiding in Jiapigou Brigade. Don't you know that? Today, I've led the Red Guards and the vast number of rebels here to destroy the stronghold of your reactionary class. Do you still want to fight against the broad masses of the proletariat?"

Yang Wanji was very angry... Looking at Qu Yong with disdain, he said, "Little brat, you don't even know what the exploiting class is, do you? Your Qu family is the real exploiting class. Your grandfather, Qu Bapi, was the biggest landlord in all the surrounding villages. He extorted and plundered, exploiting and robbing the people, committing countless evil deeds. Haven't you heard? Your Qu family is the true exploiting class. How dare you call me an exploiting class today?"

Qu Yong's face turned awkward, and he had to argue, "You're talking nonsense! My father has long since severed ties with Qu Bapi. Don't you know that my father personally shot Qu Bapi back then? My father..." "He's a true proletarian revolutionary!" Yang Wanji sneered. "Do you think I don't know what your father, Qu Haishan, is thinking? He executed your grandfather back then—was that considered revolution? He harbored resentment towards your grandfather. You know why your father and grandfather had such a deep-seated hatred, don't you? It's because your father and grandfather were fighting over a woman—your mother, Xin Damei. Originally, your mother should have been your grandmother, but your father seduced her. Your grandfather almost threw your father into Moon Lake to feed the fish. Of course, your father hated your grandfather, so he used his position to settle scores and executed him." "Damn it! Your family's scandalous affairs are a vile internal strife, and you still have the nerve to say your father's actions were revolutionary?"

In front of everyone in the courtyard, Yang Wanji exposed the Qu family's ugly deeds. Qu Yong was immediately enraged and shouted fiercely at the Red Guards and rebels, "Quickly drag this incorrigible counter-revolutionary out and beat him! Beat him hard!"

Before Qu Yong finished speaking, the first one to rush forward was Xin Ergazi. Filled with hatred, he punched Yang Wanji hard in the nose. With a loud crack, Yang Wanji staggered, and bright red blood immediately flowed from his nose. Immediately afterward, Sun Dabao, Sun Sanhouzi, and even the fifteen-year-old girl Sun Yajing joined in. The four of them began to brutally punch and kick Yang Wanji. Sun Yajing even scratched Yang Wanji's face with her sharp fingers, leaving bloody welts, yelling, "You bastard! My mother died because of you! I'll teach you a lesson for not getting my mother medical treatment! I'll scratch you to death!"

She then continued to scratch Yang Wanji's face relentlessly.

Yang Wanji, already sixty years old, couldn't withstand the onslaught of these wolves. He was soon knocked to the ground, his face covered in blood, but he remained silent, glaring angrily at them. Even after he fell, the group didn't stop, continuing their frenzied punches and kicks.

Sui Da'erduo and Yang Wanji didn't have any direct hatred; he just wanted Yang Wanji's precious book. Worried that if Yang Wanji were beaten to death, he'd get nothing, he nudged Qu Yong and said, "Qu Yong, we're here to destroy the Four Olds, to find evidence of their counter-revolutionary activities. We haven't even criticized or investigated him yet. It wouldn't be right if we beat him to death. Let's lock him in the cowshed later; we'll have plenty of time to deal with him then. We can't kill him for now. You should stop them!"

Qu Yong thought what he said... That made sense. He didn't want Yang Wanji to die like that right now; he wanted to torture him slowly. So he shouted to the group, "Stop! Such a stubborn bad element can't be destroyed overnight. We'll slowly subdue him later!"

Although these men, who harbored deep hatred for Yang Wanji, were currently beating him with great gusto, they dared not disobey Qu Yong and stopped. However, Sun Xiaoya, still seemingly unsatisfied, scratched Yang Wanji's face several times, leaving it a bloody mess.

Qu Yong waved his hand, and the Red Guards and rebels rushed into Yang Wanji's traditional Chinese medicine clinic. Of course, Sui Da'er was the first to rush in. While everyone else was smashing and ransacking the place, Sui Da'er seemed uninterested in anything else; he was only interested in all the books. But after searching through all the books in the room, he still couldn't find the precious book he wanted. Although he had never seen what the medical book looked like, he imagined it was a book written by a former imperial physician, certainly in ancient style and unlike other books. However, none of the books on Yang Wanji's shelf resembled that. Later, he realized how foolish he had been; how could Yang Wanji have left such a precious book out in the open? So he joined the others in ransacking the place.

Family genealogies and paintings were burned on the spot, several pieces of porcelain were smashed on the spot, and several silver dollars were confiscated. Yang Wanji's medicine shelves were moved, various Chinese medicines were scattered everywhere, and the room was a complete mess. But Sui Da'er still couldn't find the precious medical book. So Sui Da'er went outside and dragged Yang Wanji, whose face was covered in blood and whose body was covered in wounds, into the house. He asked, "Yang Wanji, I'm asking you, I heard you have a medical book from the imperial physicians in the palace. Where did you hide it? That sorcerous book of yours is the poison of feudalism; we must destroy it!"

Yang Wanji looked up at Sui Da'er and said disdainfully, "You don't actually want to destroy it, do you? You want to keep it for yourself, don't you? I know you've been eyeing my skills for many years. Too bad, that's just your imagination. I don't have that book at all. I'm sorry to disappoint you!"

Sui Da'er was indeed disappointed, but not because he believed that Yang Wanji didn't have the book. He was disappointed because he couldn't find it even after searching high and low. He grabbed Yang Wanji's collar in a frenzy and asked viciously, "Nobody believes you don't have that book. Someone has seen you have it. Tell me, where did you hide it?"

"I don't have that book at all,"

Yang Wanji said through gritted teeth, looking at him with a mocking smile.

Sui Da'erduo raised his hand and slapped Yang Wanji twice, asking, "Tell me quickly, or I'll beat you to death today!"

"Even if you tear me to pieces, I still won't have that book!"

Yang Wanji said, spitting blood from his mouth onto Sui Da'erduo's face.

Sui Da'erduo's daughter, Sui Xiaocai, seeing Yang Wanji spit blood all over her father's face, immediately became furious. She stepped forward and slapped Yang Wanji twice as well, saying, "Old man, hand over that demonic book right now!"

Sui Xiaocai knew, of course, that her father desperately wanted Yang Wanji's book. If her father could get that precious book, he could cure all diseases, and then he would be rolling in wealth.

But Sui Xiaocai didn't expect that her treatment of the Yang family today would cost her a hundredfold in Yang Leiluo's revenge later.

Chapter 271: The Beastly Nature of Three Girls

Feng Dongmei walked up to the grain bin, looked at it, and seeing that it was empty, turned around and came out. Several Red Guards followed her out of the warehouse. Chu Erya finally breathed a sigh of relief and secretly wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. But at that moment, she wondered what would have happened if Feng Dongmei had discovered the tunnel entrance and Yang Leiluo had been arrested. Would Yang Leiluo have hated Feng Dongmei ever since?

This strange thought was just a fleeting one for Chu Erya; the tunnel entrance hadn't been discovered, and she felt a sense of relief. She hurriedly left the warehouse and returned to the courtyard, but what happened next put Chu Erya in an awkward and embarrassed situation.

Feng Dongmei had been appointed deputy captain of the Red Star Combat Team by Qu Yong. Her desertion during the raid on Yang Leiluo's house had already raised suspicions of lagging behind, and now she wanted to show her revolutionary enthusiasm during the raid on Chu Erya's house. Because she hadn't found any evidence or excuse to punish Chu Erya, Feng Dongmei seemed somewhat unwilling to give up. Firstly, Feng Dongmei's contempt for Chu Erya was ingrained. Secondly, she couldn't help but think of Chu Erya's flirtatious behavior towards Yang Leiluo. She even attributed Yang Leiluo's degeneration into a reactionary element to Chu Erya; if it weren't for this "black four categories" vixen corrupting Yang Leiluo, he wouldn't have become a counter-revolutionary. Seeing Chu Erya naturally evoked disgust and resistance in Feng Dongmei. Taking advantage of today's opportunity, she felt something was missing if she didn't teach her a lesson. She stood in the courtyard, searching for evidence, when suddenly her gaze fell upon Chu Erya's long hair. Chu Erya's black hair was alluringly draped down her back. Although what was considered long hair at that time wasn't the exceptionally long style that women wear over their shoulders today, Chu Erya's hair was indeed much longer than other girls', and it wasn't tied in a braid, but rather with a red ribbon.

Feng Dongmei, looking at Chu Erya's hair, suddenly had an idea. Pointing at Chu Erya's hair, she said to everyone, "Look at how long this gangster's daughter's hair is. Isn't this obviously shaping bourgeois ideology? Don't you think we should cut off her bourgeois hair?"

Some Red Guards and rebels immediately responded, shouting, "Yes, cut off her bourgeois hair and reform her worldview!"

Sun Yajing and Sui Xiaocai, in particular, responded strongly and rushed to Chu Erya's side eagerly. Chu Erya was so frightened that she quickly backed away, instinctively covering her hair with her hands, and said, "I don't want to cut my hair. It's my own hair, and it's none of your business!

" Feng Dongmei coldly said, "You are a reactionary class. You live on proletarian soil. We can't let you breed anything bourgeois. You must cut it off!"

As she spoke, she said to Sui Xiaocai, "Go inside and get the scissors from her house. We're going to forcibly reform her!"

Sui Xiaocai happened to see a pair of scissors in the house when they searched it earlier. She quickly ran inside and came out a moment later with a pair of scissors. She handed the scissors to Feng Dongmei and said, "You cut it. It was your idea. You're still the deputy captain."

Feng Dongmei, of course, wanted to reform Chu Erya herself, so she took the scissors without any politeness and then approached Chu Erya. Chu Erya retreated repeatedly, crying out in terror, "I don't want to cut my hair... Feng Dongmei, we grew up together, why are you treating me like this?"

Feng Dongmei scoffed, "Don't try to get close to me. You're from the reactionary class, I'm from the proletariat, we're not on the same side. I won't go easy on the bourgeoisie. You'd better be sensible and let me cut it!"

Chu Erya valued her hair above all else, and of course she couldn't tolerate anyone cutting it. Seeing Feng Dongmei approaching step by step, she suddenly turned and ran back into the house. Seeing her resistance, Feng Dongmei became even angrier and said to Sun Yajing and Sui Xiaocai, "You two go in and drag Chu Erya out. I'm going to cut her hair today!"

Sui Xiaocai and Sun Yajing, wanting to show their revolutionary enthusiasm in front of everyone, agreed and rushed into the house. The two of them grabbed one of Chu Erya's arms each and dragged her out of the house. Although Chu Erya struggled, she couldn't break free from their hold.

Feng Dongmei, wielding scissors, approached Chu Erya from behind, grabbed her hair, and, close to the base of her red hair tie, made a sharp snip. Not satisfied, she made another snip, and then, still seemingly unsatisfied, continued cutting several more times. Chu Erya's once beautiful hair was now a mess, looking utterly disheveled and unsightly.

Feng Dongmei threw Chu Erya's hair to the ground and ordered a Red Guard, "Burn this bourgeois stuff!"

The Red Guard found a box of matches, lit Chu Erya's hair, and it burned to ashes in no time.

Chu Erya was heartbroken. Clutching her disheveled head, she ran crying back into the house. Only then did the Red Guards and rebels leave.

Chu Erya lay on the kang (heated brick bed) and wept bitterly for a while before getting up. Although she had suffered unbearable humiliation, at least Yang Leiluo was unharmed, which was her greatest comfort. She began to clean up the mess they had made of the house, her heart heavy with sorrow as she did so, wondering when this would end. Would her family be labeled as reactionary for life? Her father was an honest, simple farmer; what reactionary behavior had he done? But thinking of what had happened to Yang Leiluo's family, she felt a sense of relief. Even someone like Secretary Yang had been labeled a counter-revolutionary, so it was inevitable that her family would suffer the same fate. It took her a long time to clean the house.

In the evening, as Chu Erya was putting cornbread into the pan, her mother, Xia Lan, returned from the production team. Although the production team was now almost entirely focused on the Cultural Revolution and no longer involved in farm work, each household still had to send at least one person to the team every day—not to work, but to cooperate with the vigorous Cultural Revolution movement being carried out in the brigade. Since she no longer earned work points, Chu Erya was too lazy to go to the production team to deal with those upsetting things. Only her mother, Xia Lan, went to the team every day. Chu Erya's father was a "four categories element" (a derogatory term for individuals classified as "counter-revolutionaries"). Whenever there was a political movement, big or small, these so-called reactionaries had to go and be struggled against, and of course, they were never home. Chu Laotian often ate irregularly, sometimes hungry and sometimes full. Fortunately, thanks to Xia Lan's special relationship with Qu Haishan, Chu Laotian managed to survive, unlike other "four categories elements" who were constantly beaten and verbally abused.

Chu Erya's mother, Xia Lan, was a beautiful woman nearing forty, with a curvaceous figure of medium build. Although her skin wasn't very fair from sun exposure, her features were those of a standard beauty: a high nose and large, bright eyes, especially her exceptionally sparkling eyes, the kind of beauty that men longed for.

Because Xia Lan was the primary breadwinner in the family, and Chu Erya was only a partial breadwinner, the main responsibilities of cooking and tending the fire fell on Chu Erya. She was responsible for most of the family's three meals a day. Xia Lan was very pleased with her hardworking and sensible second daughter. Old Chu Tian and Xia Lan only had these two daughters; their eldest, twenty-one, was already married. Er Ya was only seventeen, yet she already bore the mental burden of her family's unfavorable class background and the physical burden of a heavy family life. Xia Lan always felt her daughter's life was miserable.

As Xia Lan added fuel to the stove for her daughter, she suddenly noticed her daughter's hair was shaved badly, like a dog had chewed it. She asked in surprise, "Er Ya, why did you shave your hair like that? Who shaved it for you?"

Thinking of her hair, Chu Er Ya began to cry again, telling her mother about the humiliating experience she had today with the Red Guards who came to destroy the Four Olds. Xia Lan, hearing that it was three girls, led by Feng Dongmei, who had insulted her daughter, sighed and said, "What kind of world is this? Even girls are going crazy like this. I don't know what we did to offend them. Does having hair make you bourgeois?"

Chu Er Ya didn't want her mother to be sad either, so she changed the subject, not wanting to talk about these painful things anymore. After a while, Xia Lan suddenly asked about something unusual that had happened recently: "Er Ya, I've noticed you've been cooking more food than before lately? There's always leftovers!"

Chu Er Ya panicked immediately and said, "Mom, I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I'm often hungry, and I get hungry again soon after eating, so I want to cook more. And the leftovers are all eaten before the next meal. I... I don't know what's wrong with me?"

Xia Lan didn't think much of it, assuming her daughter was going through a growth spurt and that increased food intake was normal, so she didn't investigate further. After dinner, Xia Lan had to deliver food to Chu Laotian, who was locked in the cowshed, so she left with the lunchbox. After clearing the dishes, Chu Er Ya also hurried to the tunnel to deliver food to Yang Leiluo

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Chapter 272: What a mess!

Chu Er Ya was about to leave with a towel wrapped around her cornbread and a bowl of cabbage soup when she suddenly remembered her haircut. She put down the food and went to her round mirror in the east room. She looked at herself carefully, feeling so ashamed she almost cried. Feng Dongmei had cut her hair terribly. Girls always want to look their best in front of someone they like, and now, looking so pathetic, how could she face Yang Lei Luo? After thinking for a while, Chu Er Ya found a scarf and wrapped it around her head before leaving the house with the food and heading straight for the storeroom.

Yang Lei Luo had been living in Chu Er Ya's tunnel for three or four days now. Although it was as dark and suffocating as hell, Chu Er Ya's meticulous care made it somewhat bearable. At least he wasn't hungry or thirsty, and Chu Erya would come down to talk to him whenever she had time. Moreover, when her parents weren't home during the day, he could go up to the house and stay there. He had these opportunities every day, so he hadn't suffered too much hardship. He was naturally grateful to this thoughtful and understanding girl. With gratitude towards Chu Erya, he felt even more guilty for not caring for her enough in the past. Yang Leiluo's biggest worry was his family. The outside world was in an uproar, and he knew that Qu Haishan and his son would take the opportunity to retaliate against his family. Fortunately, Chu Erya went out every day to gather information and told him about the situation at home.

Yang Leiluo's greatest anticipation each day was hearing Chu Erya's footsteps, seeing the light flashing in from the opening above, and watching her graceful figure descend the ladder into the tunnel. His dependence on this girl had become a warm daily habit. Seeing Chu Erya come down filled him with excitement, warmth, and peace, as if she had become an indispensable part of his life.

Yang Leiluo finally heard those familiar footsteps again. Light shone through the cave entrance, and a figure descended the ladder step by step. Yang Leiluo's heart raced with anticipation. He called out, "Erya, you haven't come down all afternoon. Did you go to work in the production team?"

"No, I didn't go to work... The village is in chaos. The Red Guards are destroying the Four Olds, and my house was ransacked. I didn't have a chance to come down and be with you!"

Chu Erya said, first carefully placing the food safely down, then expertly finding her way to the lamp holder and lighting the half-burnt red candle.

Yang Leiluo watched her light the candle and asked in surprise, "Destroy the Four Olds? What Four Olds? And ransacking houses?"

"Who knows? It was just messing around. If anyone had ancient texts, books, or old customs, they were labeled as feudalism, capitalism, and revisionism. Things like family genealogies and Hu Xiantang were forbidden. They were all burned and smashed. Even gold and silver jewelry was confiscated. My family genealogy was burned too!"

Chu Erya's eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Then... was our house ransacked too?"

Yang Leiluo looked at her with fear and asked.

Chu Erya lowered her eyes and said, "Of course your house was ransacked too. They even went to your house first! But it wasn't just your house or my house; many houses were ransacked."

Chu Erya knew that Yang Leiluo was most sensitive at this time, so she always avoided the main point when she spoke.

Yang Leiluo was still very anxious, so he asked, "How is our family? What kind of mess have they made of us? Have any of my family members been hurt?"

"They just ransacked the place for a while... There's nothing rebellious about them, so they can't do anything..."

Chu Erya said, moving the cornbread and the bowl of vegetable soup in front of Yang Leiluo, and said, "Da Lei, you eat first, I'll talk to you after you finish eating!"

Chu Er Ya was afraid that if she told him about his family's tragic situation first, he might not even be able to eat, so she decided to tell him those things later.

Although Yang Leiluo had something on his mind, he was still a sixteen-year-old boy, and his body was still developing. Nothing, no matter how big the matter was, could diminish his appetite. He was indeed very hungry, so he didn't ask any more questions and began to wolf down his food. Chu Er Ya felt extremely gratified watching him eat so heartily.

Yang Leiluo ate his cornbread while watching Chu Erya. It was then that he noticed the headscarf she was wearing. Suddenly finding it odd, he asked, "Erya, it's not cold outside. Why are you wearing a headscarf? Don't you feel hot?"

Chu Erya didn't want to talk about that upsetting incident yet, so she evaded the question, saying, "This afternoon, the Red Guards made a mess of the house, so I was cleaning it up. It was covered in dust, so I put this headscarf on. After I finished, I forgot to take it off, and it's been on ever since..."

Although Yang Leiluo found it strange, he didn't think much of it and asked again, "Have your parents noticed anything unusual about what you're cooking? There's an extra person eating, but they haven't noticed anything?"

"My mom did ask me about this at dinner tonight, but I told her I've been feeling hungry lately, so I cooked extra and ate the rest. My mom didn't suspect anything. After all, who would suspect I'm secretly keeping a man?"

Chu Erya said, her face turning pink and her eyes unusually shy.

Yang Leiluo's heart pounded at her adorable appearance. He teased, "What would your parents do if they knew you were secretly keeping a man? They might be furious! Would they kick you out of the house and abandon you?"

Chu Erya thought for a moment, her eyes darting around, and said, "If they kicked me out, I'd be thrilled! I'd be free, and I wouldn't have to marry that Sun Dabao I don't like. I'm just afraid they won't do that!"

The topic of marriage brought Yang Leiluo into silence again; he now feared this subject like the plague. Yang Leiluo almost devoured all the cornbread, but he left one to prove he was full. He wiped his mouth with his hand, looked up at Chu Erya, and asked, "Erya, I'm full. Now tell me about my family. What did they do to our house during their ransacking?"

Chu Erya tensed up, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Dalei, don't rush or act impulsively. Actually, those things aren't a big deal. My dad used to be treated like that all the time..."

Chu Erya was afraid Yang Leiluo would act rashly, so she gave him a heads-up.

Yang Leiluo became even more worried and said anxiously, "Erya, tell me quickly! What happened at my family? Did something terrible happen?"

Chu Erya hurriedly said, "Dalei, don't worry, nothing serious happened. Didn't I tell you, those things are all normal!"

Then, Chu Erya told him in detail everything that had happened at Yang Leiluo's house and his grandfather's house that day, and then looked at him nervously.

Yang Leiluo's face turned bright red, his eyes blazing with anger. He suddenly stood up and shouted, "You said my grandfather was beaten by them? Who hit my grandfather? Tell me quickly, what happened to my grandfather?"

Chu Erya, fearing he might impulsively rush out, tightly grabbed one of his hands and said, "Beating your grandfather, of course, was instigated by Qu Yong. Those who beat him were Sun Dabao, Sun Sanhouzi, Sui Daerduo, Xin Ergaizi, and also Sun Yajing and Sui Xiaocai..."

"Huh? So many people beat my grandpa? These beasts... How is my grandpa? Was he badly beaten?"

Chu Erya didn't dare to say anything too serious, so she said tactfully, "Da Lei, don't worry, grandpa is fine. Those people didn't beat him to death. It's just superficial injuries. The main problem is that Sui Xiaocai and Sun Yajing scratched grandpa's face all over..."

Yang Leiluo's eyes were bloodshot, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes were twitching. He was panting heavily as he cursed, "Sui Xiaocai and Sun Yajing, those two little sluts, are so vicious. I'm going to teach them a lesson and make sure their faces aren't clean either!"

As he spoke, Yang Leiluo suddenly stood up and was about to rush towards the ladder.

Chu Erya hurriedly hugged him tightly, crying and saying, "Da Lei, don't be impulsive! If you go out, they'll catch you. They haven't let up looking for you yet. If you get caught, you'll be executed. Da Lei, revenge is a dish best served cold. Why are you risking your life like this? As long as you're alive, you can always make a comeback. Don't you know that? If you make a mistake, you'll be letting me down. They risked their lives to hide you in my house. Don't you know that?"

Yang Lei calmed down a little, and Chu Erya carried him back to the straw mat and bedding. She said, "Your family has been labeled as counter-revolutionaries. The Yang family is counting on you now. If anything goes wrong, your family is really finished. Think about it carefully!"

Chu Erya persuaded him for a long time with her emotions before Yang Lei finally calmed down, but he was still panting heavily.

Chu Erya hurriedly said, "Then I'll go up first. My mom will probably be back soon, and she'll get suspicious if she finds I'm not here!"

As she left, Chu Erya blushed and said, "Dalei, tonight after my mom goes to sleep... I'll come down and keep you company!"

With that, she got up and climbed the ladder...

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