[Documentary Text: Mr. Dalang, a Good Landlord with a Conscience in an Urban Village] (04) Author: Dalang

Author: Dalang
Word Count: 5053

This

morning, I tidied up the yard and placed a recliner by the door. I thought about calling Anqi
to ask when she was coming over, but after hesitating for a while, I gave up the idea. I need to be reserved; I
can't scare away a woman like Anqi. In terms of looks, she's at least in my top two;
only Bai Xue can probably rival her. Although Bai Xue has been my tenant for a long time, I still haven't been able to
win her over. She should know something about my intentions, but she hasn't responded at all.

Anqi is such a rare beauty. Although she's had a child, it only adds to her charm in my eyes.
She's beautiful, but she also has a maternal glow, like the Weaver Girl who descended to earth to give birth to the Cowherd's baby. I can't help but wonder
what Anqi's husband looks like. He lets his wife, Anqi, live in a shared apartment in an urban village, which shows
he's not doing very well financially. At least in this city, he can't afford a house. So how much charm does he have to
make Anqi so devoted to him?

By the time I arrived at Angie's place, it was lunchtime. A small truck pulled up outside, and I quickly ran out
to help.

Perhaps for ease of work, Angie wasn't wearing a skirt today. She wore a sexy, openwork knit
short-sleeved top over a black tube top, paired with fitted white skinny jeans
and flat shoes. Even without a skirt or heels, Angie was still beautiful; I was almost mesmerized!

"Thank you, landlady! Have some water."

As I was diligently carrying bags and bags like an ox plowing a field, Angie handed me a bottle of juice. Ah, this
woman is so thoughtful; mothers are just different.

"Thanks, I'm thirsty." I didn't stand on ceremony and took it, drinking it without hesitation. I never refuse a woman
's kindness.

"Don't mention it, I should be thanking you. Otherwise, I don't know when I would have moved here."

"By the way, why isn't your husband here?"

"He's busy; it's hard for him to take time off from work."

"Sigh, your husband is so lucky."

"Lucky about what?"

"Isn't it lucky to have married a woman like you?"

Angie smiled and said, "I'm just like this!"

"Why isn't the little guy here?" I didn't delve into how wonderful she was. "I

was afraid he'd cause trouble, so I sent him to a friend's house."

"I really like him; he's so cute!"

"Everyone says so." Angie's face beamed with a loving smile.

After planting a seed of kindness in Angie's heart, I continued working. It took an hour to finally
move everything up to the second floor.

Angie said to me as she unpacked. "I really don't know how to thank you."

I wanted to say something like, "I'll repay you with my body," but what came out was, "Treat me to a meal!"

"Sure, I'll treat you to KFC. I can't afford anything more expensive!" What a shrewd and
thrifty woman she is, and so clever.

"Okay, okay, I love KFC." I quickly agreed. I always seize opportunities like this to
have a meal .

"But it's almost lunchtime now, and you haven't finished cleaning up yet. How about I make you a bowl
of noodles ?" I said again.

"How could I?" Angie quickly shook her head.

"It's okay, it'll be ready soon."

Before going downstairs, I glanced back at Angie's shapely figure. She was squatting on the ground cleaning something, a glimpse of her fair skin
peeking out from her waistband. I swallowed hard and went downstairs.

The noodles were ready quickly. Watching Angie eat, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought. If I could marry
such a beautiful wife, I'd be willing to change the name on the property deed to hers.

Angie was clearly starving; she ate a whole bowl, then patted her belly and smiled shyly, like an
innocent girl.

"What are you looking at!" Angie gave me a reproachful look.

"You know what? I'm captivated by your beauty. That might sound a bit direct, but it's
truly what I feel inside," I said seriously.

"...I'll be embarrassed," Angie blushed.

"Honestly, I feel like you have a radiance about you, you're absolutely gorgeous."

"I still need to pack my things, I'm going upstairs now." "

Have some water before you go," I handed her a glass of warm water.

"Thank you." Angie took the water without looking up, took a small sip, shoved the glass back into my hand,
and fled without looking back.

Was my statement a bit too blunt? I couldn't help but worry.

As I finished cleaning the kitchen and went outside, I saw Danhong again. She was a cute, baby-faced
girl in her early twenties who had just moved in. To be honest, maybe because I'm older and my aesthetic sense is a bit off, I didn't find
this type of "kawaii" girl particularly appealing. However, I have to admit that she did have something that attracted me
—she had a pair of huge breasts. A bit of a "baby face, big breasts" type.

"Landlord, another beautiful girl moved in?" Danhong lived on the first floor, right next to Caixia. Caixia's room
was on the south side, and Danhong's was on the north side. Today, Danhong was still wearing that sexy pink nightgown, her snow-white skin
faintly visible beneath. Her large breasts stood erect under her bra, and I really wanted to untie the straps of her nightgown for her.

"What do you mean 'again'?" I was a little annoyed by her sly look.

"You bet!" Danhong pouted.

"That's right, you know, I like being surrounded by beautiful women." I simply admitted it.

"Hehe..."

"Girls shouldn't laugh like that, they'll never get married."

"I have tons of guys chasing after me." "

Really? By the way, I haven't asked you yet, why are you always at home? Don't you have to go to work?"

"Uncle, you don't understand, who says you can't work from home?"

"What do you do?" I couldn't help but have some wild thoughts, but she didn't seem to have brought any guys home.

"Guess!"

"Uncle's too old, how would I know about you young people's stuff?"

"You're quite self-aware."

"Of course."

"Uncle, could you please make those women's moaning a little quieter next time?"

Uh, a cute girl with a baby face and big breasts suddenly made this request to me, I was a little taken
aback .

"How can I control them? They're not my wives. They even complain that your music is too loud!"

"But they're affecting my work."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a news anchor!"

"A news anchor?" The first thing that came to mind was that middle-aged woman on the evening news.

"Sigh, I doubt you'd understand even if I explained, just tell them to stop yelling."

"I really can't control them." I was sweating.

"I don't care! Especially those two women in front of me. You have to remind them." Dan Hong's
chest heaved as she got excited. Was

Dan Hong talking about Cai Xia and Yang Chun?

"It's okay, they already had a big fight yesterday."

"Uncle, you really don't know what's going on around you, they made up last night!" Dan Hong's chest started jiggling again
. It made my dick hard.

"How did you know?"

"How could I not know! They were up all night last night, I didn't sleep well at all, look at my dark circles."

"I feel bad for you, tell me, what were they doing?"

"I'm not a peeping tom, how would I know? But I overheard some of their conversation. By the way, they
never closed the door, it was terrifying."

"What were they saying?"

"I heard one woman constantly cursing at the other. 'You filthy slut, I'll fuck you to death, I'll bite you to death.

' I really don't understand how two women can have sex." "

It must be Caixia messing with Yang Chun. These women are unfathomable, they had a fight in the afternoon and then got together again tonight
?

" "Okay, I'll remind them."

"You must remember!" Dan Hong went back to her room, leaving behind a lingering fragrance.

When I arrived at Anqi's room on the second floor, I was stunned. What efficiency this woman had! The room was already
tidy organized.

"You're so efficient," I sincerely praised.

"It's alright." Angie wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled, a beautiful
smile .

"I cut you a slice of watermelon."

"Landlord, why are you being so kind!" Angie refused to take it.

"It's nothing, it's only my first day here. I'm just lending a hand and helping you out. Eat some watermelon
to replenish your fluids, you women don't look beautiful when you're dehydrated."

"Thank you so much, I've said thank you so many times today." Angie finally took the watermelon.

"It's fate that we live together, we treat each other like family." I couldn't imagine
what Angie's expression would be like if she knew I had marital relations with many of my tenants.

"You're the kindest landlord I've ever met."

"Thank you, but that's just how I am, it's a pity I'm not very good-looking."

Angie burst out laughing, then laughed louder and louder, her beautiful flesh jiggling
, and she sat on the bed, clutching her stomach. "You know what? When I first saw you yesterday, I thought
a monkey had run out, hahaha..."

Sigh, Angie's words were a bit hurtful, but I've been hurt since I was little, so my mental defenses are strong.
I don't blame her; after all, that's what I look like, and some people even call me a chimpanzee.

"Oh dear, I'm about to pee myself laughing, I need to go to the bathroom." Angie finally stopped laughing. Her words
had made my mind wander again; I really wanted to see her wet her pants.

After Angie went into the bathroom and closed the door, I listened intently
. Sure enough, even the most beautiful woman, once married, pees very loudly. I could tell Angie had peed a lot.

"I thought you were going to ask me to bring you toilet paper." I smiled as I watched Angie come out. Angie must have
come out without wiping.

Angie blushed. "That won't do! Don't people put toilet paper in there?"

she asked me. Who should I ask? Should I honestly answer that all women are so calculating, even distinguishing
between ?

"They're probably afraid of getting it wet. You'd better not put it in there either, it'll be used up quickly."

"Oh..." Angie clearly had no experience sharing a toilet with others.

Daytime was my most boring time; the women were usually out working, or sleeping in
. When I had nothing to do, I'd wash the underwear of the women I knew. The beautiful, voluptuous Juxiang
hadn't ; I was really impressed, in this heat. But I was truly infatuated with her body. She was
perfectly tall and voluptuous, full and round without looking fat, with a defined waist and alluring hip curves. What I loved most
was when she wore a bodycon skirt; her large buttocks stretched the skirt tightly, making the curves
incredibly beautiful. I always couldn't resist giving it a few squeezes.

I never washed Caixia's underwear; she was a clean person, always washing things diligently. It was strange
how she and Yang Chun, that slovenly woman, got together. Did women also judge each other by looks? Yang Chun was
indeed quite good-looking. She could probably play Pan Jinlian or something.

Yang Chun tricked me yesterday; after all, I'd already "fired" twice. I hesitated, worried about whether
I could get an erection later, and was anxious the whole way. Unexpectedly, Yang Chun came into my room, didn't take off her clothes, ate a bunch of
snacks, and then left. It seems Yang Chun is genuinely averse to my appearance. Humph! She dared to trick me;
I'll get my revenge.

I searched all the bathrooms from the first to the third floor but didn't find anything of value. I had no interest
in the underwear and stockings that had already been washed and hung out to dry; I like the untouched kind, but
not anything too extreme. I knew that if I opened the door to Zhou Ting or Zhang Xiaomei's room, there would be a surprise,
but they were probably sleeping right now, so I couldn't disturb them. As a nightclub worker, the irregular hours were quite painful
; their skin, hidden behind heavy makeup, wasn't actually that good.

Sitting idly in the yard counting ants, I suddenly remembered my big yellow dog.

"Afei, give my dog back!" I called my friend. We're from the same village; he's at
one end, and I'm at the other.

"Can I borrow you for a few more days? It'll be so much fun!"

"No way, I'm so bored.

" "Okay then."

Twenty minutes later, Big Yellow returned. It wagged its tail happily when it saw me. Looking at its glossy fur,
it was clear it had been eating well these past few days.

Big Yellow is a lecherous dog; even when it was little, it liked to follow women around, and as it got older, it would try to reach for them.
Finally, its rear end grew tall enough to reach women's buttocks without standing up. It became increasingly frenzied;
if it weren't leashed, I reckon it would have slept with every pretty woman in my house.

The women's attitudes towards it were mixed; some liked it, some disliked it. Caixia liked it,
Baixue disliked it—these two women were rather extreme. The other women were indifferent, neither particularly disgusted nor
fond of it, sometimes even joking with Dahuang.

Dahuang's attitude towards the women varied as well. It liked Yang Chun the most, and also Juxiang. I
summarized it: Dahuang liked women who were unhygienic and had a strong odor in their genitals. Wolves travel a thousand miles to eat meat,
dogs travel a thousand miles to eat shit; my Dahuang will only ever eat shit, that's just how it is.

My friend Afei borrowed Dahuang to prank the women in his yard, but
the women in his yard are far less refined than those in mine. I'm really worried that Dahuang's taste will suffer.

The women in my yard, whether clean or not, hairy or sparse, tall or short,
plump or slender, are all at least considered beauties, and they all turn heads. I've been planning
for a long time to take all these women on a picnic in the near future. Of course, I'll cover the expenses, but just experiencing
that luxurious, imperial-like trip is worth it.

Zhou Ting was the first beauty to be attacked by Big Yellow today. Watching her frantically cover her buttocks, I laughed so
hard I couldn't straighten up.

"Beautiful lady, didn't you shower last night?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I didn't wipe this morning?" Zhou Ting has always been a bold person. She knows Big Yellow
's habits all too well; after all, she's the only woman whose sanitary napkin has been pulled directly out of her thong by Big Yellow
.

"I don't believe you didn't wipe, but it's possible you didn't wipe properly," I gave a relatively objective answer.

"Hurry up and take it away, I'm going to eat."

"Why eat out? I'll cook for you."

"Sigh, even the best noodles get boring after a while."

"You don't know how lucky you are!" I gave her a disdainful look.

"Hurry up and take it away, I'm not wearing any underwear." I believed Zhou Ting's words.

"Oh, I see, will it die if you let it lick you?" I said gloatingly.

"You'd better watch out, I might castrate it one day!"

"Castrate it, but its habit of eating poop probably won't change."

"Then I'll poison it." Zhou Ting said fiercely.

"The most poisonous heart is a woman's, I'm scared of you."

I finally managed to pull Big Yellow away. Zhou Ting didn't wear any underwear, just a short skirt that barely covered her crotch, and went out to eat
.

Many people misunderstand Zhou Ting, thinking she's promiscuous, but that's not the case. She's the most chaste
nightclub girl I've ever met, at least among all the nightclub girls I've met, she's the cleanest. This cleanliness has many meanings, including not
having sex with random people.

Of course, I was fortunate enough to have sex with Zhou Ting once. That time, under the perfect moonlight, I lay
on the white belly of Zhou Ting, a nightclub girl, and felt incredibly lewd. Zhou Ting just smiled calmly. She didn't
moan during sex, strange, right? She loved reading, strange, right? She would give away the rice balls she was about to eat to the homeless
, adorable, right? She would knit sweaters for her best friend, adorable, right? She would also
fight , fierce, right? She would take advantage of a drunk customer, urinate in their drink, and then force-feed it to them, fierce, right?

Sigh, humans, complex creatures.

(To be continued)

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