Take down the village woman

Upon receiving the notice from the commune, Li Baoku clicked his tongue in frustration. According to regulations, commune cadres stationed in the countryside
stayed at the brigade headquarters, but looking at the state of the headquarters, it was hardly a habitable place. A dilapidated mud-brick house,
the walls cracked so the wind could seep in, and when it rained, it drizzled inside. Sun Duofu was, after all, the commune's armed forces minister and a member of the Party committee—a key cadre. How could he be allowed to stay

in such a place ? Fortunately, his wife's words gave Li Baoku a much-needed boost. "I say, stop worrying about it," she said. "Why don't you just have him stay at our house? That way, someone can take care of his meals, and we can wash his dirty clothes. A grown man without a wife by his side isn't a good situation." Li Baoku couldn't help but slap his forehead. Yes, they had plenty of rooms; setting up a room wouldn't be a big deal, and it was better than him staying at the brigade headquarters. Most importantly, the commune cadres living in their own homes meant they had to take care of their own women, giving them a legitimate reason not to work and still earning high work points—a win-win situation. Sun Duofu, carrying his backpack, followed Li Baoku at a leisurely pace. Li Baoku tried several times to take his luggage, but Sun Duofu insisted on refusing. Actually, Sun Duofu's backpack was just a military-issue blanket, weighing about four pounds, packed like backpack with a pair of rubber shoes tucked in the back. His reason for not letting Li Baoku carry it was to let everyone in the Red Flag Brigade know that he had come to settle down. This was a typical farmhouse, built on a high ground by the river. It consisted of two courtyards with six rooms in total, all with newly built adobe walls, thatched roofs, and elm beams. The roofs were covered with tar paper, making them look shiny. Don't underestimate this house. Back then, most families lived in houses shaped like a cylinder, facing north and south, commonly called "Dingtou Mansions." These were three rooms lined up from south to north, with mud walls and thatched roofs, mostly with poplar beams . The main gate was on the southernmost wall, and it got darker and darker as you went in; the innermost room was practically pitch black, and it would take a while for someone just coming in to see anything. Li Baoku's house, however, was a side wing, facing east and west, with all the rooms brightly lit, making it stand out from the other houses. Because there were many rooms, Li Baoku arranged his home very neatly, unlike the chaotic mess of other houses . In the next section of the house, Li Baoku and his wife lived in the east room, which contained an old-fashioned carved wooden bed , always covered by a white gauze curtain. Next to the bed was a wide, large footstool, the same length as the bed, mainly used to sit on it before going to bed to wash feet in a basin, and also to take off clothes before sleeping, which was very . Next to the head of the bed was a desk with a lampshade, newspapers and magazines, pens, ink bottles, and the like. There was also a three-door wardrobe in the room, with a large mirror on top, and two wooden chests stacked on top of the wardrobe. In the west room, there were two small beds, one for his son Laibao and one for his daughter Qiaolian, and a lamp. The cabinet was used to store oil lamps and such. The central room served as both the main hall and dining room, with an old-fashioned, purplish-red carved eight- immortal table in the center. The family usually ate there, the children did their homework there, and guests were received there. Against the north wall was a shrine cabinet, with two large red "忠" (loyalty) characters painted on the doors, standing out against the pale yellow heart-shaped pattern. Above the cabinet, in the center against the wall, was a large white porcelain statue of Chairman Mao waving , below which were four volumes of the "Little Red Book" (Selected Works of Mao Zedong). The walls were covered with certificates of merit and cigarette labels, as well as a still from the opera *The Red Lantern* showing Grandma Li and Tie Mei holding up a red lantern. In the front section, the central room had doors at both the front and back for easy access. One room was cluttered with farm tools and grain, while the other was empty. To the west of the two-courtyard house stood two small rooms, their doors facing east. The northernmost room was used as a kitchen, while the other was empty. To the east was a winding river, flowing north to south, its waters flowing year-round . Separated from the houses and the river was a wide embankment with a dock leading directly onto the water; people washed rice, vegetables, and clothes at the dock. On the water's edge of the embankment grew several tall willows and chinaberry trees, as well as a tree. In the northeast corner behind the houses, a small hut had also been built—a simple outhouse. Seeing Sun Duofu and his group enter, Feng Chunhua hurriedly went to greet them, taking Sun Duofu's backpack while scolding Li Baoku, "These commune cadres have come all this way, and you're making them carry their own backpacks? Are you a blockhead?" Sun Duofu looked at the woman before him, his heart lighting up: She was of medium to tall stature, with a neatly trimmed , jet-black hair held back with iron hairpins, appearing perfectly styled; a few short red ribbons , forming a small lily shape. Her oval face was fair and clean, with a slight rosy tint; she had arched eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes with slightly upturned corners; a rounded nose, and small lips. A blue shirt with white floral patterns clung tightly to her body, accentuating her breasts, which stood out prominently. She wore brown trousers and black square-toed cloth shoes. She looked both energetic and refreshing, with a touch of flirtatious charm; she was clearly meticulously dressed. Li Baoku ignored her and smiled at Sun Duofu, saying, "This is my wife. She doesn't know the proper etiquette, Minister Sun , please don't be shy." He then turned to his wife and introduced her, saying, "This is Minister Sun. Why don't you hurry up and make the bed for him? After you've made the bed, let Minister Sun rest for a bit, and then you can hurry up and prepare the meal." Sun Duofu gave Li Baoku a thumbs-up and said, "You're so lucky!" He then turned to Feng Chunhua and smiled slightly, "I'll be relying on you from now on!" "Minister Sun, what are you saying? It's my good fortune to be able to serve you. I'm just afraid that we country folk are too ugly and clumsy, and the Minister won't be satisfied!" Feng Chunhua said, glancing at Sun Duofu with her alluring eyes, making his heart flutter. Chapter Five: May is a busy month, and that's absolutely true. First, the rapeseed matures. When the rapeseed stalks turn yellow but the pods are still green, indicating they are about 70-80% ripe, they must be harvested early in the morning and late at night and then transported to the threshing ground. This work must be done in the early morning or late evening; it absolutely cannot be done at midday. This is because the rapeseed stalks are soft due to the dew in the morning and evening, unlike at midday when the sun dries them and the pods fall apart .

The seeds burst open, so tightly you couldn't even touch them. By the time the rapeseed was beaten from its pods with flails, the barley was already ripe. And by the time the hills
of wheat sheaves were brought to the threshing floor, the wheat was ready.

As the saying goes, "Silkworms ripen and wheat turns yellow in the summer heat." Yesterday you might see a field of green stalks, but tomorrow
it's a sea of gold. All the wheat piled up at the threshing floor looked like mountains; back then, there were no harvesting
machines. During harvest, the men were mainly responsible for transporting the wheat, carrying it on their shoulders, one load at a time, no matter how many bundles of rapeseed or wheat sheaves,
or how far the journey. The women were mainly responsible for cutting
the wheat, cutting it off handful by handful with sickles, and bundling it into piles.

This work seemed easy, but it was actually more tiring than carrying loads, as you spent the whole day bent over, facing the earth and back to the sky
. The elderly and children, carrying bamboo baskets, dispersed to the fields where the wheat bundles had already been cleared
to glean the remaining ears of wheat and store them away.

Neither the brigade nor the production team cadres were idle at this time. Production team leaders, as usual,
worked alongside the masses to rush the harvest, while brigade cadres were busy going down to each production team to inspect and supervise.

However, two people in the Red Flag Brigade were not busy: Sun Duofu and Feng Chunhua.

Sun Duofu, a commune cadre, only needed to visit the various production teams during the day to check on the overall production
progress and the attendance of brigade cadres stationed in the production teams; he generally didn't need to go out at night.

In previous years, Feng Chunhua would always work alongside everyone at this time, doing light work at the threshing
floor and working the night shift. But this year was different. Minister Sun was staying at her house; she couldn't let Minister Sun go hungry all day
, nor could she expect him to wear dirty clothes every day. It wouldn't do to leave Minister Sun alone at home.
What if he got a headache or fever, or drank too much? Who would bring him tea and water

? That day, after his routine inspection of several production teams, Sun Duofu strolled back to Li Baoku's
house for dinner.

Li Baoku couldn't come home, so only Sun Duofu, Feng Chunhua, and the two children were there. Feng Chunhua happily
prepared several dishes, and everyone ate with relish. After dinner, the two children went to school. Feng Chunhua quickly
cleared the table of dishes into a bamboo basket, carried it to the riverbank to wash them, and Sun Duofu lay down on
his bed in the east room of the front house to read. When he got tired, he wanted to take a nap.

After Sun Duofu moved in, the grain, farm tools, and miscellaneous items in the front room had already been moved to the small room next to the kitchen.
All three rooms were cleaned spotlessly. The easternmost room became Sun Duofu's bedroom, while the westernmost room was empty
except for a wooden bathtub, where the family bathed in the summer.

Rural people aren't so particular; most rooms don't have doors, and Li Baoku's family was no exception.

He had only installed a door in the room where he and his wife slept; the other rooms had none.
After Sun Duofu arrived, fearing it would be inconvenient with more people, he hung curtains at the entrances of the two front rooms.

Feng Chunhua finished tidying everything up, stepped into the front room, lifted the curtain of the eastern room, and saw Sun Duofu still
half-lying on the kang (heated brick bed) reading. She gave him a charming smile: "You're really diligent, unlike that lazybones, who
knows where he's off drinking?" Sun Duofu smiled back at her but didn't say anything, continuing to read his book.

Feng Chunhua lowered the curtain, shuffled out the door, and went into the north room. A moment later, she returned,
shuffled back, carrying a set of underwear. She turned and went into the west room of the front house, muttering to herself,
"This damn weather, I'm sweating buckets."

Soon, the sounds of a bathtub being placed, water being poured, clothes being undressed
, and splashing water on the body came from the west room. Sun Duofu couldn't concentrate on his book anymore; sleepiness had vanished. His mind was filled with
the image of a voluptuous woman bathing naked, sometimes blurry, sometimes vivid. He couldn't understand
why she would bathe at noon when it was just the two of them at home.
Besides, the weather wasn't that hot; there was no need!

Sun Duofu remembered something: the morning before last, when he got up to use the outhouse, he asked at the door if anyone
was home . In rural areas, outhouses are unisex; you ask before entering, and a cough from someone usually means you're in
. Some women like to hang their belts on the outhouse wall to indicate someone is inside, and it's a
woman .

Sun Duofu asked twice but received no answer, so he stepped inside.

He was stunned to see Feng Chunhua getting up from the toilet, her underwear still on,
her hairy lower body and white buttocks exposed, standing before him. Sun Duofu immediately
blushed, too embarrassed to go in or out.

Feng Chunhua, however, was quite nonchalant. She gave a seductive smile, said she was almost done, and slowly pulled up her underwear,
fastened her belt, and swayed as she walked out, not forgetting to turn back and smile at Sun Duofu before she left.

That smile alone made Sun Duofu's mind wander for a long time, his mind filled with images of Feng Chunhua's white body.

Right now, she's taking a bath in broad daylight; even a fool could figure out her intentions.

Thinking this, Sun Duofu could no longer restrain himself. He tiptoed to the west room door and gently lifted
the curtain a crack.

Feng Chunhua was sitting in the bathtub, her two white thighs spread wide over the edge. A towel was
wet, wiping her body. Her body, rarely exposed to the sun, was plump and fair, her breasts erect and
slightly red from the washing.

Sun Duofu felt his penis suddenly rise, forming a small tent.

Feng Chunhua was doing this on purpose; she wanted to seduce Sun Duofu into bed.

Feng Chunhua was a flirtatious woman at heart, especially fond of intimate moments on the bed. Li Baoku had many
women outside his marriage, and his body was somewhat depleted from his sexual encounters. Every time Feng Chunhua shamelessly begged for his pleasure, Li Baoku
would only give her a fleeting, superficial response. Before she could even feel anything, he would finish, trembling, and then roll off like a dead dog,
leaving her to languish. This would ignite a burning desire within her, sometimes making her wish she could grab something and shove it into
her body, even just a little rubbing would be better than this unbearable itch.

In her desperation, Feng Chunhua had teased the brigade accountant a few times, but even those trysts were never truly
satisfying. After all, she was the secretary's grandmother; who would dare touch her? No matter how much she desired, she couldn't lower herself without a reason and act recklessly.
She'd grab any man she could and go for it, so most of the time she had to relieve herself with her hands, but that wasn't a long-term solution.

Fortunately, Sun Duofu arrived, and Feng Chunhua wasn't about to let him go so easily

. The day before yesterday, she deliberately kept quiet in the bathroom,

hoping Sun Duofu would see her exposed lower body and touch her, so she deliberately got
up slowly, letting her underwear dangle on her thighs. Unfortunately, Sun Duofu seemed a bit dazed and didn't make a move,
leaving her slightly disappointed. Fortunately, Feng Chunhua understood men's minds well; she knew that a
virile young man like Sun Duofu wouldn't last long, and she happily began to plan her next move.

Today was the day Feng Chunhua's plan would be implemented.

Sun Duofu peered through the curtain, his heart burning with anxiety, like cat claws scratching at his heart, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable.
He desperately wanted to rush in, grab the naked woman, throw her onto his bed, and have his
way with her, to vent his frustrations. However, a sliver of reason held him back. He wasn't
sure if Feng Chunhua was intentionally seducing him; if she made a scene, he'd lose face.

Thinking this, Sun Duofu suppressed his desires and reluctantly retreated to the east room,
collapsing dejectedly onto his bed.

Feng Chunhua waited for a long time, but Sun Duofu didn't come in. Hearing the rustling footsteps returning to the east room, she
grew increasingly annoyed: "You coward, what are you afraid of! Looks like if I don't take the initiative today, there's really
no chance!

" Feng Chunhua suddenly stood up, an idea forming in her mind.

"Oh my god, a snake..." Feng Chunhua screamed naked and barefoot as she ran
out , strode into the east room, and threw herself onto Sun Duofu's bed, burying her face in his arms, trembling all over,
her hands tightly clutching Sun Duofu's body.

Sun Duofu was still processing what he had just witnessed when he heard a scream. Before he could react, a plump woman had snuggled
into his arms , leaving him momentarily at a loss. The woman's body trembled, her arms still tightly
holding him. She buried her head in his chest a couple of times, then tilted her head back, pouting her chubby lips and leaning
in . Sun Duofu was looking down when the woman's mouth was suddenly filled with hers. Her plump tongue, dripping with saliva,
slipped in like an eel, swirling haphazardly in his mouth. His own tongue was then lifted up and sucked away by the woman, who
frantically sucked on it.

Sun Duofu's head buzzed, his blood rushed to his head, and he broke free, wrapping his arms around Feng Chunhua
. He grabbed her plump, fleshy buttocks and began to knead them.

The two kissed on the kang (heated brick bed) for a while before Feng Chunhua finally released him, letting out a breath. She wrapped her arms around Sun Duofu
's neck and whispered in his ear, "You rascal, I missed you so much."

"Me too," Sun Duofu gasped.

Feng Chunhua released him, spreading her arms on either side of the kang, pressing her upper body against Sun Duofu's. She leaned closer,
placing her large, swaying breasts near his mouth, and said in a trembling voice, "Baby, hurry...suck me
."

Sun Duofu lifted his head and took her already erect nipple into his mouth, making a sucking sound like a starving piglet.
Feng Chunhua cried out, pulling Sun Duofu over so he was on top of her on the kang (heated brick bed).

Sun Duofu hungrily sucked on her breasts, saliva dripping from his mouth,
making a slurping sound as he sucked. Hearing this, Feng Chunhua became even more aroused, her hand involuntarily grabbing Sun
Duofu's hair and slowly pushing him down. Sun Duofu's body moved down with the push, brushing against Feng Chunhua's
heaving belly, stopping at her dark, hairy lower body.

Feng Chunhua had already spread her legs wide, her vulva wide open, her
glistening fluttering like a catfish's mouth, occasionally releasing white foam that trickled down her buttocks.

"Lick...lick me..." Feng Chunhua said weakly, her voice urgent and restless.

Sun Duofu hurriedly stuck out his tongue and began licking Feng Chunhua's wet vulva. Although Feng Chunhua
had just washed, the folds of her vulva still emitted a faint fishy smell. This pungent odor rushed into Sun Duofu's nostrils,
inexplicably captivating him. He wished he could immediately fill his entire face with it, his long tongue greedily moving up and down
there , occasionally probing into the crevice to bring out some salty, thick fluid and swallow it.

Feng Chunhua had never experienced anything like this before. She was almost fainting from the stimulation of his tongue. Her moans became increasingly
incoherent , and her raised thighs were almost straight due to extreme excitement, standing upright like two poplar trees. Her hands tried even harder
to spread her private parts, moving forward in amusement, and she kept muttering incoherently: "...Oh...
I can't take it anymore , this bastard is too good at this...Darling, kiss me harder, it's so itchy." As she spoke, she thrust her
body provocatively, like a crucian carp leaping in dry land.

Sun Duofu toiled away for a while, probably holding his breath, then lifted his face and gasped for air.

Feng Chunhua nimbly got up, grabbed Sun Duofu, flipped him over, and
pressed him onto the kang (heated brick bed). She quickly pulled off his meager trousers and jacket. Sun Duofu's manhood sprang out, thick and dark,
standing there . Feng Chunhua grabbed it like a club and wouldn't let go.

"I'll wrap it for you for a bit, don't put it in my mouth, or there won't be anything left to play with later," she said, lowering her body and
taking it into her mouth.

Sun Duofu let out a yelp, his body instantly stiffening as if electrocuted. Feng Chunhua, however, rubbed her own breast with one hand
and held it with the other, moving her mouth up and down, making Sun Duofu moan with pleasure.

Seeing his expression, Feng Chunhua couldn't help but worry. She glanced at him and cautioned, "Say something if you can't take it anymore,
don't let it flow."

Sun Duofu, enjoying himself with his eyes closed, felt a chill down there and hurriedly urged, "Mmm, hurry, don't
stop."

Feng Chunhua giggled and took it in again. After a while, she moved her body closer, her buttocks
facing Sun Duofu's head, straddling him and pressing her lower body against his face.

Sun Duofu, still feeling comfortable, felt the woman's body press against him and quickly opened his eyes. A mountain of buttocks, like millstones,
loomed before him, a lush expanse of hair clearly visible, the white cleft revealing two dark mounds...
The meat split open, revealing pink folds inside as it opened and closed. Still-flowing water overflowed around it, and
tangled, wet pubic hair clung to the white flesh. A pungent, fishy smell assaulted his nostrils.

Sun Duofu quickly raised his head, sticking out his tongue and licking it like he was drinking watermelon. Feng Chunhua, however, wasn't
satisfied and pressed down further, moving her genitals back and forth, rubbing them recklessly against Sun Duofu's face. Instantly, Sun Duofu's
face looked like it had been roughly wiped with a rag, covered in splattered foam and various smells.

After checking the production progress of each production team, Li Baoku felt it necessary to hold a meeting that evening to further urge
the lagging teams and assign the main production tasks for the next phase. However, with Sun Duofu
stationed there, he dared not make decisions on his own, so he rushed back to report to him and also to take a nap.

Entering the courtyard, he didn't see a soul. He figured Minister Sun was probably taking a nap, so he decided to wait until he woke up.
He went back to his room, but his wife wasn't in bed. Where could she be in the middle of the day?

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, so he tiptoed to the front room and peeked in, straining
his ears .

Sure enough, rustling sounds came from the east room—laughter, moaning, and the excited breathing of a man and woman—
exceptionally clear in the quiet hallway.

Li Baoku's head throbbed instantly, a surge of anger rising to his head: "You damn Sun Duofu
! You've come to bully me in my own home! You've got some nerve! Damn it, I'll teach you a lesson
!" Li Baoku grew increasingly furious, grabbed a carrying pole, and was about to storm into the house.

He moved slightly, then stopped. Li Baoku wasn't an ordinary citizen; he was a minor official,
and he had some sense of reason. This wasn't a good thing. If it caused a scene, it wouldn't look good. His wife was having an affair;
he'd lose face, and if Sun Duofu was ruined, he wouldn't benefit either. He couldn't do anything that would cause trouble. Then he
thought again: his wife being involved with him wasn't necessarily a bad thing. They had a long life ahead of them, and there
would always be times when she needed his help. With his wife around, he wouldn't dare refuse. Besides, it was definitely this slut who seduced him. He knew his woman all too well
; she was like a cat seeing a fish, wanting to devour any man she saw.

Thinking this, Li Baoku quietly put down his carrying pole, intending to back out and pretend he hadn't seen anything.
But the commotion inside grew louder, drawing him closer without warning. His fingers trembled as he
lifted a crack in the curtain. Even though he was mentally prepared, what he saw still made his mind go blank
.

At this moment, his woman was kneeling on the kang (a heated brick bed), her head pressed against the mat, her plump, white buttocks sticking up high.
Sun Duofu stood on the ground, his hands gripping Feng Chunhua's two fleshy mounds, thrusting his
body pumping his penis into her lower body, slapping her buttocks with each thrust, asking
, "Tell me, is it comfortable?!"

"Comfortable! You son of a bitch, you're strong," Feng Chunhua, her hair disheveled, turned her head to look at Sun Duofu behind her
, her eyes glazed and unfocused, her breasts dangling from her body swinging wildly like a pendulum as he thrust, crying out, "
You son of a bitch... my darling, harder... fuck me, fuck me harder."

Sun Duofu chuckled, thrusting relentlessly, the sounds of their bodies slapping together echoing. His
thick, hard member moved in and out of Feng Chunhua's lower body, the white fluid glistening on his dark penis
like oil.

Feng Chunhua reached behind her, groping to open her vulva where Sun Duofu was freely entering and exiting,
feeling penis slide between her fingers. She moaned softly, muttering, "It's in,
it's in, it's in my pussy..."

Li Baoku, breathless, leaned weakly against the doorframe, his eyes still fixed on
the inside . Logically, witnessing his wife's infidelity should have filled him with righteous indignation, but strangely,
his penis stubbornly remained erect.

Inside the inner room, the man and woman were still recklessly engaged in their act. Li Baoku took a deep breath, closed his eyes
to his heartbeat, but his wife's voice pierced his ears, and he involuntarily moved closer again.

"I'll squeeze you, I'll squeeze you to death." Feng Chunhua had changed positions, lying back on the kang (heated brick bed), her hands wrapped
around her knees, her legs spread wide, her head held high, her eyes gleaming as she stared at her lower body,
where Sun Duofu was thrusting into her. The more she looked, the more excited she became, and the more incoherent her words became.

Li Baoku knew his woman's problem; she not only loved this kind of thing, but also enjoyed saying nonsensical things during sex
. It was precisely these words that added to the excitement, causing him to ejaculate after only
a few words , earning him many complaints. Several times he told Feng Chunhua to stop with these useless scenes, and
Feng Chunhua, knowing he couldn't stand it, agreed. But each time, she would blurt it out in the middle of it all. Later, Li Baoku simply let
her be.

Li Baoku felt a little suffocated watching, but Feng Chunhua became increasingly aroused: "Old Sun... Bao'er,
is it comfortable...?"

Sun Duofu hummed in response.

"If it's comfortable, then keep going, keep going, fuck my pussy." The louder Feng Chunhua shouted, the more
vigorously . At first, there was some back and forth, but later, probably because he was tired, he just breathed heavily. The only sound in the room was Feng Chunhua's
pleasurable moans and intermittent self-talk.

“Damn it, big dick… big cock… you’re fucking me so good, fuck me, fuck my cunt.”

“Just keep it inside my cunt, fuck me every day… okay…”
“
Let you fuck me as much as you want… fuck my slutty cunt… okay…”
“
I’ll bite your big cock off and stuff it inside my cunt… okay…
”
“…You’ve fucked every hole on my body, my cunt… my asshole… you’ve fucked them all… okay… okay…”

Li Baoku couldn’t listen anymore. He staggered out, clutching his chest, but was
reluctant . Suddenly, he coughed loudly.

This cough was like a bolt from the blue for the couple inside who were enjoying themselves. Sun…
Knowing Li Baoku had returned, Duofu was so frightened that he immediately clung to Feng Chunhua. Feng Chunhua, caught up in the excitement,
was also startled by the sudden cough and stopped abruptly, shrinking into Duofu's arms, too afraid to move. The two remained
embracing, not thinking to quickly put on their clothes, just trembling and nervously listening to the sounds in the yard, anxiously waiting,
not knowing what they were waiting for, both somewhat bewildered.

Time passed so slowly; the house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, but Li Baoku didn't
lift the curtain to catch them in the act. The footsteps in the yard grew fainter and fainter, until finally, there was no more sound.

The two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Knowing her husband was gone, Feng Chunhua grew bolder again, spreading her legs to signal Duofu to continue.

But Duofu had already lost interest, thinking that Li Baoku must have come back for something and would
probably , so he pushed Feng Chunhua away and hastily ended the encounter. Feng Chunhua, still not satisfied, reluctantly dressed,
cursing Li Baoku under her breath, and reminding Sun Duofu to find another opportunity.

When Li Baoku returned, Sun Duofu was already sitting in the courtyard, pretending to read a newspaper
, while Feng Chunhua squatted beside him, slowly washing clothes. The two acted as if nothing had happened.

Li Baoku didn't expose them; he knew it wasn't the right time yet. If he revealed the truth now, things would be difficult later
.

When Li Baoku reported his idea to Sun Duofu, Sun Duofu immediately agreed. In the past,
Sun Duofu wouldn't have expressed his opinion so readily. That's how cadres are; even if they already agree with something
, they don't rush to express it verbally. They pretend to consider it further to maintain their cadre
status and authority.

Sun Duofu wasn't unaware of this principle; he just felt a little guilty towards Li Baoku, and even felt
embarrassed when he saw him, barely daring to make eye contact, after all, he had slept with Li Baoku's woman.

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