The Legend of Hulu Village

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In the first chapter, Heiwa encounters the mountain bandits at the valley entrance, and Qiusheng meets Cui Cui in the fields.
At the end of the Sui Dynasty, the Central Plains suffered a severe drought, compounded by widespread warfare. The common people were in dire straits, and countless people fled from Guanzhong towards Yizhou, mostly with their families, their cries echoing everywhere. Only a small village called Hulugou, south of the Wei River, escaped the disaster. The reason for this lay in the terrain of Hulu Valley behind the village: Hulu Valley had a narrow entrance, named for its gourd-like shape, surrounded by high plateaus, while the center was low-lying and damp. The plateaus were covered with green trees year-round, preventing rainwater from easily draining into the dried-up Wei River. Furthermore, the area was already remote, so apart from the villagers, no one knew that Hulu Valley had lush cornfields stretching for miles, enough to feed the village's two hundred-plus people for a year.
In early August, the autumn sky was a clear, cloudless blue at midday. Heiwa, sweating profusely, emerged from Hulu Valley carrying a bundle of grass. He had just settled down on the earthen embankment at the valley entrance, intending to enjoy the breeze, when the sound of horses neighing echoed along the mountain path, followed by the clatter of hooves approaching. Heiwa's heart skipped a beat: could it be government troops finding this godforsaken place? He hurriedly threw down the grass and hid in the dense undergrowth nearby.
The hoofbeats finally stopped at the valley entrance. Heiwa peeked out from the grass and saw two men, one burly and one thin, reining in their powerful horses and peering into the valley. They didn't look like government soldiers, but the burly man's gleaming tiger-headed broadsword indicated they were no ordinary farmers.
"Brother, look, it's right here!" the skinny man said, pointing to the yellowish-green corn at the bottom of the valley. "The corn is almost ripe now; this is probably the only good harvest left for miles around!"
The burly man nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across his rugged, purplish-black face. "How many days until the harvest?" he asked the skinny man, his voice booming so loudly it made Heiwa's eardrums ring.
"I reckon less than a month," the skinny man replied, seemingly unsure, but he was pretty sure; the corn would be completely yellow in less than a month. "How about I take a few brothers to raid the village and make some profit?" he said, eager to claim credit.
Hearing this, Heiwa understood: bandits had come knocking on their doorstep; Calabash Village was about to face a terrible disaster!
"They came last year and took all the valuables!" The burly man frowned and shook his head, brandishing his tiger-headed knife. "Let's go! Don't alert them. We'll come back after the autumn harvest and sweep everything away."
Only when the sound of hooves could no longer be heard did Heiwa emerge fearfully from the bushes, hoisting a load of hay onto his back and galloping towards the village. The news Heiwa brought was like a thunderclap in a clear sky, exploding through the quiet village. Men, women, and children discussed it in panic all afternoon, until the village head, Wang Gui, gathered everyone under the big locust tree in the threshing ground in the center of the village, where the villagers finally sighed and calmed down.
"Last year the wheat was stolen, and this year the corn is almost ripe, and they're trying to steal it again!" Xiulan said angrily as she sewed shoe soles. She was Heiwa's wife, with a fair and delicate oval face, and her voice was as melodious as a nightingale's song. "Paying annual tribute, performing corvée labor, dealing with famine, war, and having to deal with bandits—how are we supposed to live?" Her words only made everyone's mood heavier. Heiwa stood beside her, head down, staring silently at the dusty ground.
"But we've already paid our annual tribute!" Wang Erhai from the east end of the village said, puzzled. He looked at the five elders sitting at the foot of the locust tree. "Logically, the government should protect us, shouldn't they?" He turned and looked around, seeking everyone's opinion.
"The government officials are cowards these days, how can we expect them to protect us?" Chen Dawang from the west end of the village spat on the ground. "Didn't the constables come three years ago? They were utterly defeated by Hydra. The head constable's head was cut off on the spot and hung on this big locust tree..." He looked at the umbrella-like canopy of the locust tree with a terrified gaze, and everyone else tilted their heads back up, as if that bloody head was still hanging there. Heiwa then remembered the burly man with the purplish-red face that the skinny man had called "Big Brother" at the entrance of the valley—it was the infamous Hydra!
The cicadas chirping in the locust tree were making everyone uneasy. "Are we just going to hand over the corn to the bandits and have nothing to eat? Should we all jump into the river?" Da Hu muttered from the back. He seemed to lack the courage to say it to everyone, as if he were only talking to his younger brother Er Hu beside him. The two brothers had just come of age and had never stepped out of the camp, knowing nothing about the outside world.
"Jumping into the river is wishful thinking. The Wei River is dry. You won't drown even if you jump in!" Er Hu retorted.
At this moment, Heiwa, who had been unable to hold back any longer, suddenly stood up from the ground, his face flushed red. He paced back and forth in the open space in front of everyone, and said loudly and resolutely, "In my opinion, there is only one way. Anyway, we're going to die. Even if we die, we should die with our spirits up. We might as well fight the Hydra!" He was in the prime of his life, and the muscles on his body rippled with excitement. His words were quite inspiring.
"No!" The words had barely left his lips when a dissenting voice rang out from the crowd. It was Liu Zhongshan, Heiwa's second uncle. A mature and steady man, his words carried weight, drawing everyone's attention.
Heiwa, annoyed by this sudden rebuke, pushed through the crowd to his uncle, grabbing his arm and shaking it violently, crying out, "Second Uncle! Why? Why?!"
"Why?" Liu Zhongshan shoved Heiwa forcefully to his feet. Heiwa stumbled, his large frame falling backward with a thud, kicking up a cloud of yellowish-gray dust. "Hydra! That's a ruthless killer! What if we lose? That's two hundred lives! Heiwa!" his uncle shouted
, stamping his foot. "I agree with Second Uncle! I'm against a direct confrontation!" A young man in the crowd raised his hand, and everyone fell silent.
Heiwa, still fuming from his fall, scrambled to his feet, grabbed the young man by the collar, and yelled, "Coward! You'd better explain yourself today! Why can't you fight back, or I'll make you pay!" He brandished his fist, as big as a bowl, at the young man's forehead, spitting all over his face.
"Heiwa, don't you realize this is a classic case of an egg hitting a rock?" the young man said with a pained, innocent face. Heiwa was half a head taller and much more robust than him. "We're both farmers! Farmers are just... destined to be bullied!" he stammered, his voice growing softer and weaker, his momentum waning until he fell silent, his lips pursed.
"Farmers..." Heiwa's eyes widened like copper bells, too angry to speak, and he raised his fist to strike. Fortunately, his second uncle rushed over in time and grabbed his arm. "What are you doing? What are you doing? Always making such a fuss!"
The villagers then came to their senses. The women hurriedly moved aside, and several strong young men rushed forward to break up the fight. Heiwa's hand was still tightly gripping the man's collar, refusing to let go until his fingers were forcibly pried open, and only then were the two separated.
"Ahem!" The blind man sighed, tapping the trunk of the locust tree with his cane at the base of the tree. "What are you arguing about at a time like this? If you have any energy, go fight the bandits. Why are you showing off your strength against your own people?" Although his old voice was hoarse, the noisy crowd stopped. Of all the elders present today, he was the most respected. Apart from Qiusheng's grandfather Baifu, who was not present, he was the most educated person in the village. He played the erhu well, could tell stories, and could also tell fortunes.
Heiwa's earlier outburst had instantly made him the target of everyone's anger. Seeing the situation was turning against him, he dusted himself off, saying, "You lot, really are peasants! Peasants..." He stomped his foot angrily and stormed home.
After Heiwa left, the blind man, seeing that the discussion hadn't reached a conclusion, sighed and said, "I think no one can make a decision on this!" He looked up and called out to the crowd, "Qiusheng! Qiusheng!"
"Blind Master! I'm here!" A handsome, tall young man stood up from the crowd and bowed respectfully twice towards the blind man. A girl's silvery laughter rang out from the crowd; everyone knew it was his sweetheart, Cui Cui. The two were a perfect match, envied by all.
"Go and invite your grandfather over. Tell him the blind master said this matter can't be decided without him today," the blind man commanded, pointing his cane towards Bai Qiusheng. Qiusheng blushed, winked at Cui Cui, and dashed home through the crowd. "He's really getting old and confused, spending all his time praying to gods and ancestors in the ancestral hall. What's the point?" the blind man muttered to himself. Bai Fu had a long beard, white and ethereal like a hermit, over ninety years old and sickly but still alive, seemingly wanting to compete with the blind man to see who could live the longest.
After Qiu Sheng left, Cui Cui felt an emptiness in her heart, as if he had taken it with him. Her mind was filled with his handsome face, the undisputed beauty of everyone: a lean, angular face, smooth, white skin like silk, thick eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes as bright as stars, a sharp, straight nose, full lips with distinct lines, and neat, white teeth. Every gesture he made exuded a refined and elegant air.
Everyone was whispering and gossiping about how cruel and vicious the bandits were, speculating about what kind of turning point Old Master Bai's appearance would bring. Cui Cui pretended to agree with them, but Qiu Sheng didn't return. So she told her female companion that she needed to relieve herself, and slipped out of the crowd when no one was looking, heading towards Bai Qiu Sheng's house.
As they approached the Bai family's gate, Qiu Sheng saw him carefully carrying his grandfather down the steps. Qiu Sheng's heart ached. The Bai family used to be a prominent family in the village, but Qiu Sheng's parents had died young, and his grandfather had raised him single-handedly, teaching him to read and write. The only
thing missing was a wife to take care of the two of them. The grandfather and grandson continued walking, chatting idly, oblivious to Cui Cui approaching. When they were almost upon her, she finally spoke up: "Hey! Blind man, watch your step! Be careful not to bump your head on a tree!"
"Ah..." Qiu Sheng looked up blankly and saw the beautifully dressed Cui Cui walking gracefully towards him. He quickly put on a smile, "Where are you going? Did everyone break up?" he asked curiously.
"You men are all waiting for Grandpa. I couldn't get a word in edgewise, so I slipped out to go home!" she said with a grin, smiling at the old man on her back as a greeting.
Old Master Bai raised his head from Qiu Sheng's back, squinting his cloudy eyes as he looked the young woman up and down. She had a lovely oval face, her complexion fair with a rosy glow, smooth and delicate. She had two slender, curved willow-leaf eyebrows, and a pair of large, clear eyes as deep as a lake. Her nose was perfectly shaped, as exquisite as if carved from white jade. Her cherry-like mouth, less than an inch in size, was pink like two peach petals. Her forehead was covered with neat bangs, and her jet-black hair was styled into two smooth, long braids. A small, delicate peony flower was tucked into the back of her head, further enhancing her graceful figure. Looking at her attire, she wore a light red silk blouse and a dark blue floral silk skirt. Beneath the skirt were a pair of small, bright red embroidered shoes, about four inches long, with pointed, upturned toes. Her feet were slender and delicate, quite adorable, and she wore snow-white socks underneath. Her slender waist swayed gracefully as she walked, her steps alluring. Combined with her elegant attire, she was truly a pretty and sweet little beauty.
"Going home...isn't your home over there? Go this way," Qiu Sheng asked blankly, realizing the girl had gotten the directions wrong.
"What's it to you! I'll go wherever I want! As long as I get home, that's all that matters!" Cui Cui nervously fiddled with her thick, black pigtails and ran off behind the father and son.
"Qiu Sheng, whose daughter is this?" Since Old Master Bai fell ill, he had rarely left his house, and many of the village's young men couldn't even remember his name.
"Oh..." Qiu Sheng's mind was still filled with images of Cui Cui's slender waist and plump buttocks. He continued walking towards the threshing ground, his steps unsteady. When he heard his grandfather asking him, he nervously replied, "This is Zhu the butcher's daughter, she's only sixteen, and she doesn't quite know how to be polite to elders yet!"
"Not bad, not bad. When did that butcher Zhu have such a precious daughter? It's like a 'black hen laying a white egg'..." His grandfather's words almost made Qiu Sheng laugh out loud, but the fact that he said "not bad" twice made Qiu Sheng realize that his grandfather seemed to have a good impression of Cui Cui. His heart lit up, and his steps became much lighter. Just then, he heard Cui Cui's meowing voice from afar behind him. His heart skipped a beat: this was the secret signal they used during their trysts! To hear it now—could it be that the little girl was in heat again? Logically,
Qiu Sheng only needed to whistle a couple of times, but worried about arousing Grandpa Bai's suspicion, he kept whistling and quickened his pace, striding towards the big locust tree.
The villagers had already set up a large wooden chair under the locust tree, waiting for Grandpa Bai's arrival. After settling his grandfather in, Qiu Sheng chose a strong young man from the crowd to look after him, and then, with a swift movement, headed towards Hulu Valley—Qiu Sheng's family's lush cornfield was their usual rendezvous spot!
The walk from the village to Hulukou wasn't far, about half an incense stick's time. Qiusheng turned into the valley and reached the edge of his family's dense cornfield. Looking down, he saw a trail of fresh footprints extending into the ground and plunged in following them.
The afternoon autumn sun was still bright, but it couldn't penetrate the dense corn leaves. Qiusheng stumbled through the cornfield, feeling lost in a silent, dense forest. The footprints grew increasingly indistinct, and he lost his bearings. Following his old habit, he pursed his lips and whistled twice. After pausing for a moment, he didn't receive a "meow" in response, and a sense of unease crept in. He whistled even louder, like a headless fly wandering aimlessly among the intertwined corn leaves.
"Pitter-patter..." A soft murmur of running water sounded from his left. Qiu Sheng stopped, puzzled. Could it be raining? He pulled back the corn stalks and looked up at the sky, but it was still a clear, cloudless blue. Or perhaps a new spring had appeared in their field during this drought. He parted the corn leaves and looked to his left. A large, pale red mass was huddled on the ground, and he was instantly terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Qiu Sheng patted his pounding chest and quietly moved closer to see what it was. It turned out that Cui Cui couldn't hold it in any longer and was squatting on the edge of the field to relieve herself. No wonder he hadn't heard a response to his whistling! -- There are no ghosts or gods in this world; it's all just self-deception.
Qiu Sheng's eyes darted around. Without calling out to her, he took a deep breath and held it, tiptoed closer, squatted down, parted the leaves, and tilted his head to peer carefully down. He saw that Cui Cui had already lifted her dark skirt in front, pressing it against her lower abdomen, and her pink silk trousers had fallen down to her thighs. Her plump, white buttocks were protruding as she urinated, strings of clear, glistening liquid flowing down her crotch with a soft, intermittent "pitter-patter" sound. He was to the side of Cui Cui, unable to see the alluring mound of flesh between her buttocks, but he could clearly see her round buttocks, the skin as white as snow. Although it wasn't the first time he'd seen it, Qiu Sheng was still burning with desire, his heart pounding like a deer.
Just as he was lost in his ecstasy, Cui Cui finished urinating, stood up, pulled up her silk trousers, lowered her skirt, fastened her belt, and tugged at the wrinkles caused by the pressure. Perhaps her back and legs were numb from squatting, so she twisted her slender waist and loosened her hips. She then placed one foot on the earthen embankment in front of her and began to knead her calves and delicate feet, one leg at a time. After kneading one leg, she moved to the other, and only after finishing both did she calmly straighten up, tucking a few strands of hair that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear, and meowed twice.
"Shh..." Qiu Sheng suppressed a laugh and whistled twice.
Cui Cui shrieked and turned around, seeing the man on the ground laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up. Her face flushed bright red. "You rascal! You scared me half to death! You're still laughing, and you didn't even make a sound when you got here!" Cui Cui's reproachful expression made her look even more charming and adorable.
"Good sister! I didn't mean to scare you," Qiu Sheng walked over and hugged her tightly. "I whistled so many times, and you didn't respond. I couldn't find my way around and just wandered here!" he explained.
"I think you did it on purpose, you big bad guy!" Although Cui Cui was scolding him, she didn't look angry at all. "We've been here so many times, and you still can't remember the same old place!" She was utterly impressed by Qiu Sheng's memory; he seemed quite clever, always running around aimlessly once he entered the cornfield.
“I don’t understand either. I remember every word of the Confucian classics, but this…” Qiu Sheng scratched the back of his head, embarrassed, and said, “This damn cornfield… if you hadn’t said anything, I… I would have been completely lost.”
“Sigh, never mind, you idiot, it’s my fault for not hearing you this time!” Cui Cui sighed, raising her face to stare intently into Qiu Sheng’s eyes, and said, “It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember the cornfield, as long as you remember me, Cui Cui.”
“Even if I forget the sky and the earth, I will never forget my Cui Cui!” Qiu Sheng had answered this question countless times, but strangely, Cui Cui never seemed annoyed. “I will be with you for all eternity, like the poem in the Book of Songs says: ‘Until the mountains crumble, the rivers run dry, winter thunder roars, summer snow falls, heaven and earth unite, only then will I part from you.’…” He couldn’t help but close his eyes slightly and recite it, swaying his head.
“Here we go again! Here we go again! It’s always the same thing. Can’t you say something I can understand?” Cui Cui said, frowning. These poems and scriptures were completely meaningless to her. “Just say you love me. You won’t just abandon me. Stop showing off your bookish knowledge. My family doesn’t recognize as many characters as your Bai family!” She mocked mercilessly. A perfectly good young man had turned into just like his grandfather.
“Oh!… I’m forced by Grandpa to memorize this stuff all the time. It just keeps gushing out of my mouth. I can’t control myself…” Qiu Sheng came back to his senses and said awkwardly.
“Stop dawdling! Pick me up and let’s go home as soon as we’re done!” Cui Cui was losing patience when he still didn’t move. Qiu
Sheng picked her up and, guided by her, swerved through the tangled corn leaves, walking unsteadily towards—the “old spot” he could never find.
This was a secluded spot deep in the cornfield, a circular clearing about the size of a bed, surrounded by dense walls of corn stalks, like a natural yurt. Only a small patch, about the size of a wooden basin, allowed sunlight to filter through—this was their specially chosen rendezvous spot. Apart from the whistling wind sweeping across the cornfield, it was completely isolated from the outside world. A thick layer of soft, comfortable hay covered the area—clearly arranged by Cui Cui beforehand (each time they left, they would take the used hay to the edge of the valley to discard it, then cut some fresh hay and spread it out to dry, bringing it in to cover the valley the next time they returned). The hay still retained the fragrant scent of the sun. As
Qiu Sheng walked, the girl in his arms grew softer and softer, as if boneless, her face flushed with embarrassment, her head bowed, too shy to look up. Once placed on the grass, she turned her face away again. But at this point, she had no choice. Qiu Sheng turned her face towards him and kissed Cui Cui's cherry-like lips several times.
Cui Cui let out a soft moan and closed her eyes tightly, pulling the man's face close to hers, clinging tightly to his hairy head.
Qiu Sheng felt something fragrant, tender, and cool against his cheek, a comfortable and soothing sensation. The sweet scent of perfume wafted into his nostrils, arousing his lust. He hurriedly reached down to remove Cui Cui's skirt, ready to do his lewd deeds.
Cui Cui hurriedly held onto her belt to prevent him from untying it, panting and muttering, "No...no..." but her cries turned into "Wait...wait..."
Seeing that she wouldn't let him untie her skirt, Qiu Sheng guessed that she hadn't yet produced any lustful fluid, so he withdrew his hand and began to caress her snow-white, lotus-root-like arms, tucking them into his warm embrace and kneading her two plump, tender breasts. Her breasts seemed to come alive, changing shape in his hands, gaining heat, and finally swelling so much that they threatened to burst open the thin blouse over her chest.
"Qiu Sheng! Qiu Sheng..." Cui Cui murmured the man's name, her beautiful face flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, "Ugh...uh..." "Okay...okay...okay!" she murmured.
This meant their passion had reached its peak. Qiu Sheng reached out to untie Cuicui's belt again. Cuicui struggled, half-resisting and half-yielding. In no time, her dark floral silk skirt was torn open and spread out beneath her, and her pink underpants were pulled down along her fair legs, leaving only a pure white handkerchief covering her plump buttocks and her manhood.
"Qiu Sheng, please be gentle! I'm afraid of pain," Cuicui pleaded, her trembling voice revealing her inner unease—Qiu Sheng wasn't as refined as he appeared when it came to sex, something she had already experienced firsthand.
"Don't worry! I'm watching!" Qiu Sheng tore off the handkerchief and tossed it aside. The plump, white buttocks he had just seen were like a piece of white jade brocade; touching them felt like touching a lukewarm porcelain vase, smooth and firm with elasticity.
It turned out that Cui Cui's vulva was truly a rare treasure. Even the most notorious patrons of brothels knew of its wonders, giving it a charming yet domineering name: "White Jade Tiger." Her mons pubis was high and mounded, like a freshly steamed white bun, the entire mound of flesh white and hairless, with a pink slit in the middle, slightly glistening with moisture, plump and tender, utterly adorable.
Poor Cui Cui was Qiu Sheng's first woman, and neither of them knew anything about her vulva. The moment Qiu Sheng touched it, he knew to rub and knead it with pleasure until a sticky, slippery fluid trickled from the slit, soaking his palms.
"Brother Qiu Sheng!" Cui Cui cried out, panting, "Put it in! It's so hot inside… so itchy…" She curled her knees up uncontrollably, spreading them wide apart.
Upon hearing this, Qiu Sheng's blood boiled. His six-inch-long penis was already as hard as an iron rod, burning painfully against his crotch. He quickly stripped off his clothes, knelt down, and moved to the front of her clean, white vulva.
"Cui'er, my darling, I'm here!" Qiu Sheng spread his legs and pressed his long penis against her.
Cui Cui didn't say a word, biting her lip and enduring, letting him do as he pleased.
The large glans pressed against the soft slit, as if against a pile of cotton, unable to penetrate! He frantically tried for a long time, but the entrance was too narrow, and he couldn't find a way in. This wasn't the first time Qiu Sheng had failed in his attempt. Unperturbed, he retreated, spitting a lot of saliva into his palm, rubbing it all over his glans, then lunged forward and thrust his hips forcefully a few times, finally managing to insert the entire glans. He felt his penis firmly gripped by a warm, tight, soft ring, experiencing unparalleled pleasure. He then thrust again with all his might, managing to insert about halfway.
"Ouch! Be gentle...be gentle..." Cui Cui, below, frowned. She had already been pinned down by Qiu Sheng, her mind in turmoil. Now, a hot, throbbing penis was being thrust into her vagina, causing a painful, throbbing sensation. She couldn't help but grit her teeth and moan softly, "Mmm...mmm...darling, could you pull it out for a moment...let me catch my breath before putting it back in?"
"Giving up halfway will cause lasting problems!" Qiu Sheng said, panting. He couldn't remember if it was written in a book or if someone had told him this, and besides, he had already tasted pleasure; there was no reason to back down now. However, seeing Cui Cui's pitiful appearance, he felt a pang of pity. He left his penis inside her and stopped thrusting, embracing her snow-white neck tenderly, asking, "How do you feel now? Does it still hurt?"
"It's better not to move now, the pain has eased a bit," Cui Cui opened her eyes and saw Qiu Sheng lying motionless on top of her, knowing he was being affectionate. However, his penis was still throbbing inside her, making her feel itchy and numb, which was quite pleasant. "Don't pull it out, just leave it like this, and don't try to push it in anymore..." that's all she said.
Qiu Sheng was also puzzled: they had done it several times already, and each time his vagina was still as tight as ever, like it had been deflowered again! He held her beautiful face and looked at it carefully, thinking what good fortune he had accumulated in his past life to be able to sleep naked with such a beautiful young girl with fair skin and delicate arms, to be able to touch face to face, skin to skin, making her blush and moan softly, it was truly one of life's greatest pleasures! Thinking of this, he felt a surge of lust and involuntarily began to rub his buttocks against her.
After a period of stimulation, Cui Cui's vulva became quite wet, with plenty of vaginal fluid seeping from its walls. Feeling she could handle it, she wiggled her hips, thrusting rhythmically towards the penis. Being held in the arms of such a handsome and understanding man, making love to him, filled her with indescribable joy. She was willing to marry into the Bai family and serve them like a slave, if only Old Master Bai would nod in approval.
Even with Cui Cui's initiative, Qiu Sheng kept his promise, not daring to be too unrestrained. He only stirred most of his penis inside her, intending to just have a little fun and then stop.
To everyone's surprise, Cui Cui actually slipped her arms under Qiu Sheng's armpits, tightly embracing his shoulders, her two jade-like legs raised high and wrapped around his waist. She whispered softly in his ear, "Good brother, use a little more force, I want... I want your big meat stick!"
Seeing her so aroused, Qiu Sheng was overjoyed and began to thrust gently, the sounds of her penetration filling the air.
Cui Cui didn't moan, but bit her lip, panting heavily through her nostrils. Her half-closed, alluring eyes gazed lovingly at Qiu Sheng, occasionally letting out a soft gurgling sound from her throat.
After thrusting for a while, Qiu Sheng suddenly felt a warm, tingling sensation in her vagina, the flesh inside pulsating. A tingling, numb feeling spread through his body, an indescribable pleasure. He thrust even faster, the impact making a series of loud slapping sounds.
"Oh...oh oh..." Cui Cui finally loosened her teeth, moaning softly, "Qiu Sheng! Good brother! I...I'm going to die...darling...I'm going to die!" She squeezed her thighs together, her hands pressing against the man's buttocks, pulling him towards her crotch.
Less than a moment later, Qiu Sheng suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation on his glans, a sensation that traveled up his spine and through his entire body. He couldn't help but thrust wildly, his penis twitching twice, and his semen gushed out, "plop plop," all of it shooting into her vagina.
Hot semen filled her plump vulva, scalding her so much that Cui Cui screamed and tensed her body, embracing the man as they ejaculated together.
After ejaculating, Qiu Sheng slumped limply against Cui Cui's heaving belly, his pubic bone still pressed tightly against her vulva, his penis deeply buried inside.
Cui Cui was also exhausted and covered in fragrant sweat, panting softly as she tightly hugged Qiu Sheng, unwilling to let go for even a moment.
After a while, Qiu Sheng finally withdrew his penis, noticing it was covered in strands of vaginal fluid. Looking down at her dripping vulva, he saw thick, white fluid oozing out like a child's drool. He quickly took out a towel he had prepared beforehand and wiped her vulva clean before cleaning his own penis.
"How did it feel this time?" Qiu Sheng lay beside her, teasingly biting the woman's delicate earlobe.
"Good for you?! It hurts so much! If I wasn't worried about you getting sick, I would have kicked you down long ago!" Cui Cui pushed his head away and spat.
"You really don't appreciate it! I'm working myself to the bone up here, and you're so heartless?" Qiu Sheng said with a smirk, wiping the spittle off his face.
"You're just asking for trouble, who asked you to suffer?" Cui Cui was quick-witted, making Qiu Sheng's face turn red and white. "A perfectly good young lady, your body has been defiled by you long ago—when are you going to bring me into the family?" she suddenly asked.
Qiu Sheng had thought about this question, but he wasn't sure how his grandfather would react if he told him, so he didn't have the courage to bring it up. However, judging from Cui Cui's first meeting with his grandfather in the village today, there was still a lot of hope. "I've been thinking about this too. We've always been like this... sneaking around, it's not right. I'll tell him when I get back today, he should agree, right?" he said.
"Why didn't you say so earlier or later, but you had to wait until the bandits arrived before you told me!" Cui Cui complained. That was Qiu Sheng's problem—he always dawdled. "Now look what's happened! If I were kidnapped by the bandits, you'd be satisfied!" She was being stubborn. Although her father didn't know she and Qiu Sheng were together, he always listened to his precious daughter. Anyway, marrying into the Bai family wouldn't be a bad deal, so she was just waiting for Old Master Bai to speak up.
"What nonsense are you talking about! The bandits are after our corn..." Actually, Qiu Sheng wasn't sure either. The Nine-Headed Serpent bandits were ruthless, but he said that to reassure Cui Cui.
Cui Cui wasn't stupid. She sighed and said, "Sigh! Who knows! Do you think if I became the bandit leader's wife, no one would dare to bully me?" She was deliberately provoking the man.
"That's true, but the Nine-Headed Serpent's physique... tsk tsk... you'd be tortured to death!" Qiu Sheng knew she was making things up, but he deliberately tried to scare her.
"You heartless bastard! You're really ruthless!" Cui Cui cursed, suddenly pinching his thigh, making him howl like a pig being slaughtered. "I live with you, and you still torment me all day long. Do you think you're some kind of saint?" she scoffed, her words dripping with sarcasm. Thinking of Hydra's appearance, his penis was probably bigger and harder than Qiu Sheng's, perhaps as dark as his skin. If her little hole were to be touched a couple of times, it would be gaping, and she would never be able to enjoy the pleasures of a man again.
"I'll torment you too, but I'm completely different from Hydra!" Qiu Sheng shook his head, not annoyed at all.
"How are you different? Aren't you all...men?" Cui Cui asked, puzzled. In her eyes, all men were the same, their eyes lighting up at the sight of a beautiful woman, like a dog seeing freshly defecated shit.
“They’re all men, just different kinds of men. Think about it,” Qiu Sheng said with a grin, “that scoundrel Hydra, every time he raids a place, he won’t be satisfied unless he snatches eight or ten women to his bed. But I, Qiu Sheng, have been devoted to my Cuicui my whole life. How can that be the same?” They hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, but they had heard it from people in other suffering villages, so it was probably true.
Qiu Sheng’s words warmed her heart. “That lecherous scoundrel, how can he handle it all by himself…” She just couldn’t imagine how one man could satisfy eight or ten women; what incredible stamina that would take! Thinking about this, he inexplicably admired Hydra, and felt very ashamed. He quickly changed the subject: "Let's talk about something serious. The bandits are coming to steal the corn, everyone's in a panic, but you're not worried at all."
"How can I not be worried? But what's the use of being worried?" Qiu Sheng smiled bitterly and began to explain, "As for physical strength! I've never learned martial arts, I don't know how to wield a spear or stick. As for strategy! You saw what happened with Heiwa, only the older people's words carry weight, ours are just nonsense! Besides... with my grandfather around, he'll always come up with a plan!"
As they talked, their enthusiasm returned, and they made love again. When they finished, seeing that it was getting dark in the valley, they got up and left the valley. Cui Cui was in front, Qiu Sheng was behind, walking towards the village in the evening sunset, a considerable distance apart.
To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next chapter.
In the second chapter, Xiulan devises a plan to exchange a penis for a meat stick and first arrives in Meixian to seek help.
When Qiu Sheng returned to the old locust tree at the threshing ground from the valley entrance, the sun had just set, casting fiery clouds across the sky. The sparse chirping of cicadas lingered intermittently. The crowd hadn't dispersed; they were still discussing the bandits. Old Master Bai leaned against the armrest of his large wooden chair, his head drooping, pounding his temples with his thin, bony fists. Cui Cui and Qiu Sheng mingled into the crowd and found seats. Seeing the grave expressions on the faces of their neighbors, they knew the situation was far from optimistic.
The sky seemed to have been suddenly robbed of its light, becoming dark and dull, replaced by a curtain of shimmering stars. The mood of the villagers grew heavy as well—the afternoon's discussions had yielded no results, their opinions divided: one group consisted of hot-blooded young men, mostly inexperienced and blindly eager to fight the bandits to the death; the other group consisted of older men with families, who advocated for peace and refused to see the villagers perish together. The elders listened attentively, finding everything they said reasonable. Old Master Bai repeatedly clasped his hands together, praying to his ancestors and the gods to protect the village from this unexpected calamity.
"This is so nerve-wracking!" someone shouted from the crowd. "Why not have the blind old man play the erhu for everyone to relax?"
The suggestion instantly gained the support of most—the blind old man told stories to everyone every evening at this time, and when in a good mood, he would play a tune on his erhu.
"This unwavering tradition can't be disrupted by the news Heiwa brought!" Old Master Bai perked up, smiling broadly—he was also one of the blind man's confidants.
The campfire crackled and popped under the old locust tree, casting a rosy glow on everyone's faces. The blind man sat down in the middle of the group, cradled his erhu in his arms, calmly tuned it, and with a flick of his head and a release, a melodious sound flowed from the bowstring. This old, worn-out erhu had been with him for over twenty years, becoming an inseparable part of his life. Although the lacquer on the handle was peeling and cracked in places, requiring hemp twine to hold it together, thankfully the bow was a horsehair bow, and the strings were thin and soft, so the tone hadn't deteriorated. As he played, the pleasant sound swam merrily through the minds of everyone like a shuttle.
Even the locust tree overhead seemed to hold its breath, and the dewdrops clinging to its leaves seemed to be listening intently, unwilling to roll off to the ground too soon. Only at times like these did the villagers no longer think of bandits, no longer think of famine, forced labor, war… no longer think of the uncertain future. It was as if they had all entered a safe paradise, free from fear and tears.
Leaving the crowd, she walked home, her steps uneven in the darkness. Even outside, she could hear Heiwa's thunderous snores, and a pang of regret struck her: she was too late; she hadn't made it in time for "that." She tiptoed into the house, and as she closed the door behind her, the frame slammed shut with a dull thud.
"Who's there! Who's there!" Heiwa called out gruffly from the darkness.
"It's me!" She groped for a candle by the bedside, then struck it with a flint and lit it on the edge of the bed. "You...aren't you hungry? Want something to eat?" She shifted her position on the edge of the bed.
Heiwa shook his head, still dazed. "I ate a long time ago, I'm still full. Outside...they haven't broken up yet." He listened intently and heard the blind man's erhu music drifting over from afar. "What time is it? Still playing this stuff?" he muttered.
"Sigh, don't even mention it," she sighed. "Too many people, too many opinions. Some want to fight, some want to reconcile, and even the men can't make a decision! I, a woman, have an idea, but I dare not say it." She glanced at Heiwa, who was only wearing a pair of shorts, his fleshy bulges glistening in the candlelight, and for some reason, she felt a strange itch in her heart.
"Tell me quickly, what's the solution!" Heiwa's eyes lit up, and he struggled to get up, grabbing her arm and shaking it eagerly.
The woman giggled, "You'd better serve me first! Make me happy, and I'll tell you." As soon as she said this, her face turned bright red, and she lowered her head.
"My dear mother, what's so difficult about that? I was just looking for you, and you've delivered yourself to my door!" Heiwa, having rested all afternoon, was already full of energy. Seeing the woman's legs dangling restlessly on the edge of the bed, looking shy and hesitant, his penis quickly became erect. He reached out and pulled the woman into his arms, giving her a hard kiss on the cheek.
She didn't say a word, letting him rub his face against hers. The rough stubble tickled her face, and for a moment, she was lost in passion. She hadn't touched that thing for only half a day, and she was already burning with desire. Her vagina started to itch, and she couldn't help but reach out to touch the man's penis.
"Good heavens!" Touching that hard, protruding outline, her heart pounded wildly. Her hand, like a snake, slithered inside her waistband, and she chuckled, "It's only been a short while, and it's grown so much bigger than before! I'm going to have a good time with it today."
Seeing the woman's fiery passion, Heiwa knew she was burning with desire. He quickly freed one hand to undo the belt on her skirt, and in a few swift movements, he slipped his hand into her warm crotch, touching that smooth, plump, luscious thing. The bulging mound of flesh was covered in soft pubic hair, and the cleft was already dripping wet. In an instant, his five fingers were covered in sticky, lustful fluid, and his palm was enveloped by the warm, damp air inside the woman's crotch.
The couple continued to play with each other's genitals, their rapid breathing filling every corner of the room. Heiwa extended his middle finger and probed into the dripping flesh, sometimes stirring it aimlessly, sometimes thrusting in and out.
The woman, unable to bear it any longer, began to moan and groan, "Heiwa... Heiwa... my hole is so itchy, put it in quickly, give it to me... I need to satisfy my craving!" she said urgently, reaching down to brush the man's hand away.
Heiwa didn't answer, withdrew his hand, rolled off the bed, pushed the woman down onto it, lifted her skirt to cover her head, quickly pulled down her trousers, picked up her white, lotus-like legs, hoisted them onto his shoulder, and thrust his penis in.
Without hands to hold her delicate legs, they easily slipped off his shoulder, so she had to clamp her knees together, like tongs clamping the man's head. But this only made the fleshy opening between her legs bulge out, the entrance tightly closed, making it impossible for his penis to enter.
Despite his failed attempt, Heiwa remained calm. He leaned forward, pressing his soft, smooth legs against his chest and holding them down with his hands. The pale brown opening slightly parted, revealing a few pink labia, glistening with moisture. She
also cleverly spread her legs, bringing her knees to her chest.
Heiwa took a deep breath, one hand supporting her doughy buttocks, the other grasping his large, stump-sized penis. He buried the enormous glans in the warm, moist labia, twisting and turning his hips, all the while watching the way the plump labia parted, finding it quite amusing.
"Stop dawdling, Heiwa! Hurry up and shove it in!" she said in a trembling voice, her body shaking violently. Her hands eagerly reached around from the outside of her fleshy buttocks, prying open the thick vulva and moaning, "Darling! Hurry! Hurry in! Fill my cunt! I'm so itchy!" Shallow pink folds of flesh surrounded a small, coin-sized black hole, its depths unknown.
Heiwa took a half step back, swallowed hard, pinched the round glans and guided it in, then thrust forward half a step, and with a "plop," the entire thing slammed in.
"Ouch!" She groaned softly from under her skirt, releasing her grip on her labia. She pulled her thighs back to the back of her legs and tried to spread them apart, opening her vagina wide. The swelling and panic inside were no longer as intense as when it had just been penetrated. "Interesting! Interesting! The penis is as hot as a burning stick, it's melting my soul!" she gasped, her heart filled with joy.
Heiwa loved his wife's body; she was plump, tender, and juicy. His penis felt surprisingly comfortable inside, the tightness and looseness perfectly balanced, like being immersed in a warm lake—and with her beautiful face and supple waist, he felt that even dying on a woman's belly would be worthwhile.
"Heiwa! My cunt is so itchy… thrust harder!" she cried out in a muffled voice from beneath her skirt.
Heiwa pressed his hand firmly against her plump buttocks, his pubic bone pressed tightly against her mons pubis, and thrust his penis deep inside, touching a soft little pad of flesh. He exclaimed with delight, "It's there! It's there! I'll smash it!" He then twisted his hips and rubbed against it, vigorously teasing the pad with his glans.
"So happy! So happy!..." He cried out repeatedly, the glans repeatedly striking his clitoris. Waves of tingling, itchy pleasure spread throughout his body, making him feel incredibly relaxed. He bit his lip, spread his legs higher, and arched his buttocks even more.
Before long, he felt water seeping down the walls of his vagina, which was as if it were overflowing with spring tide. Heiwa then began to slowly thrust his buttocks back and forth, and the warm cave emitted obscene "squeak squeak squeak" sounds. The pink folds of flesh were rolled out by the thick penis, and then pushed back in, which was extremely arousing.
"It feels so good, Heiwa! Your big cock... it's making me feel so good!" She gasped, her belly heaving, her mouth uttering wild words: "My darling, just go ahead and do it! Even if you kill me... I won't blame you!" Her head rolled back and forth on the bed, scattering her hairpins and making her black hair a mess.
"I'll kill you, kill you..." Seeing her so greedy, Heiwa secretly increased the force of his thrusts, his hips moving faster and faster, creating a continuous "splashing" sound of her juices splashing. "I'll kill... I'll kill you, you slut!" he cried out hoarsely as he thrust, his voice as dull as a rusty hoe stuck in hard soil.
"Ah...ah...ouch..." Xiulan groaned loudly. At times like this, she didn't care if the neighbors heard. "Let them laugh, everyone does it," she often told the gossipy women. The penis inside her felt like a thick tree stump scraping against her skin, and she thoroughly enjoyed the undulating pleasure. "Oh...God...you're almost killing me! I love...I love your big cock so much!" she cried out joyfully.
The woman's vagina was like a sticky swamp, soft and yielding, yet possessing an amazing suction force, repeatedly drawing in and enveloping Heiwa's penis, eagerly sucking and licking it, as if it wouldn't stop until it had squeezed every last drop of juice from this sweet sapling.
Heiwa was panting heavily, sweat beading on his forehead, his head spinning and disoriented—he knew he was about to fall into an abyss, and before he was shattered to pieces, he had to enjoy himself to the fullest. So he adjusted his breathing and gritted his teeth, thrusting even more frantically.
"Ugh...ugh!...Waaah...my dear father!" Xiulan's moans were tinged with tears. She couldn't distinguish between pain and pleasure; her vagina felt like a brick kiln with added firewood, the temperature inside suddenly rising sharply, becoming scalding hot. The penis was like a rough, giant pestle, relentlessly pounding into the kiln, sparking bursts of desire.
She couldn't tell if it was vaginal fluid, semen, or a mixture of both, flowing in waves, leaving a sticky film of fluid on her scrotum, pubic hair, and mound of flesh, some even overflowing and wetting the bedding.
"I...I'm going to die...I'm going to die!" Xiulan screamed, clutching the bedsheet tightly. The sheet rippled in her hands like waves on the Wei River. Her snow-white neck stretched long and straight, and a low gurgling sound came from her throat.
Heiwa, hearing this, felt a surge of joy and quickly roused himself, thrusting wildly into her vagina, trying to reach the very bottom each time.
"Deeper, deeper...deeper...oh my god...my dear mother! my darling!" Xiulan cried out, struggling to lift her hips to meet him, grabbing his buttocks and pulling hard into her vagina, her sharp nails digging deep into his firm flesh.
Heiwa gritted his teeth and endured the pain, working tirelessly day and night, like an ox toiling in a scorching paddy field under the blazing sun, his feet pounding the fertile mud with a "plop, plop" sound. The rock-hard penis began to swell violently inside her, the flesh on the glans taut as if about to burst, the urethral opening crawling with countless ants. An intensely itchy, tingling pleasure surged down his body, coursing through his veins and pores, causing him to tremble involuntarily.
Xiulan let out a final scream, then closed her eyes, clinging to the man like an octopus. Her plump, white buttocks twitched rhythmically, a surge of pleasure emanating from her opening followed by low moans, warm fluid gushing from his erect penis.
In contrast, Heiwa's ejaculation was far more turbulent and intense, streams of hot fluid gushing from his urethral opening, mingling with the woman's vaginal fluid. The entrance to her vagina remained tightly gripping the base of his penis, the folds of flesh twitching and sucking restlessly, retaining a full measure of her vaginal fluid—Heiwa had always promised her a child, and now was the perfect time.
The room returned to its usual tranquility, the melodious erhu music still drifting from the threshing ground not far away. Heiwa lazily rubbed the woman's full breasts through her coat. "This whole ordeal is more tiring than working in the fields! Now can you tell me what your idea is?"
Xiulan opened her eyes and smiled weakly. This intense battle had given her complete satisfaction. She whispered in the man's ear.
"Will it work?" Heiwa hesitated, asking with a hint of doubt.
"Whether it works or not, we'll find out by trying." After all, this matter was of great importance, and Xiulan wasn't sure if she could
persuade those elders. "If it doesn't work, there are other ways!" "I have a way! I have a way!" Just as everyone was lost in the sound of the blind man's erhu, Heiwa's voice pulled them back to harsh reality. The erhu music stopped abruptly, and everyone turned to look at the corner from which the sound had come. Heiwa, shirtless, was running towards the big locust tree in the dim light, fastening his belt as he went.
"That damn slut, he's already done it all!" a bachelor muttered under his breath in the crowd, his words a mixture of envy and jealousy—serves Heiwa right for his good fortune, who told him to marry such a beautiful woman? Heiwa
ran into the crowd, and everyone surrounded him, asking all at once, "Tell us! Tell us! What good idea have you come up with?" The blazing firelight illuminated his excited face, still glistening with the sweat left from their lovemaking.
Heiwa pushed through the crowd and went straight to Old Master Bai. Old Master Bai's eyes, which had been almost asleep, suddenly lit up, as if he had seen a savior. “Listen to me…” Heiwa, patting his heaving chest, took a few deep breaths to calm himself. “Guanzhong… Guanzhong swordsmen! They can save us!” He said proudly, habitually smoothing his long hair, as if the “Guanzhong swordsmen” were his own servants.
His words caused a stir among the crowd. Old Master Bai shook his head in disappointment, saying, “We did consider it. The Guanzhong swordsmen are all highly skilled, but their price is astronomical. We can’t afford it.”
“Quiet down, everyone! I… I haven’t finished yet,” Heiwa waved his hand to quiet everyone down. “As you all know, my wife’s uncle sells pancakes in the city, and her aunt’s cousin is a minor leader among the Guanzhong swordsmen! If they’re willing to help us, our Hulu Village will be saved.”
“These days, who cares about relatives! Besides, there are uncles, aunts, cousins, and so on. With so many layers of kinship, do you think they'll listen to us?” Heiwa’s second uncle objected with a world-weary tone, as if he had seen through the coldness of the world. Everyone echoed, “Yes, yes.” In these chaotic times, even relatives from the same family are struggling to take care of themselves, let alone others.
“Then let’s see if we can scrape together some money…” Heiwa mumbled, his confidence clearly waning at this point.
As expected, Uncle Er immediately objected to the suggestion: "That's just wishful thinking! Ever since the Hydra raided last year, who can afford to come up with any money?"
Heiwa clapped his hands and shouted, "If no one can afford money, then... when the Hydra comes, they'll steal the corn, and we'll all starve to death!"
Heiwa's words were the outcome they least wanted to accept, but what Uncle Heiwa said reflected their current situation. Suddenly, everyone's hearts tightened, and their faces turned grave. Old Master Bai coughed twice and struggled to sit up unsteadily from the armrest of his large wooden chair. "Alas! In our Hulu Village, only this cornfield in the valley is left. These days, grain is more expensive than gold. If the Guanzhong swordsmen are willing to help us, after the autumn harvest, we'll give them twenty dan of grain. What do you all think?" His cloudy eyes scanned left and right, seeking everyone's opinion.
Twenty dan of grain—that's a small mountain! Although everyone was reluctant, it seemed that this was the only way forward, especially since Old Master Bai had spoken, so they all nodded in agreement.
Seeing that no one objected, Old Master Bai called out "Qiu Sheng" from the crowd. Qiu Sheng stood up, responded, and came to his grandfather's side. "Tomorrow morning, you, Heiwa, and Heiwa's uncle will set off for Mei County. One of the three of you needs to be literate, and you can also gain some experience!" Old Master Bai said.
"But Grandpa, if I go with you, who will take care of you?" Qiu Sheng asked worriedly. If it weren't for his grandfather's illness and inability to be separated from him for even a moment, he would have long wanted to go out and see the world.
"You don't need to worry about that. If you leave, will there be no one left in Hulu Village? The neighbors will take good care of me. Besides, I'm not completely immobile. You can just go and do your good deed in peace," Grandpa Bai said nonchalantly. Several young men who were on good terms with Qiu Sheng immediately volunteered to take care of the old man, assuring Qiu Sheng.
Unable to refuse their kindness, Qiu Sheng had no choice but to agree to his grandfather's arrangement. The matter of hiring the Guanzhong swordsmen was thus settled. Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and gradually left the threshing ground to go home and rest. Qiu Sheng carried his grandfather on his back, hurrying home under the shimmering starlight.
"Grandpa, I said… do you really want me and Heiwa to go to the city to hire the Guanzhong swordsmen?" Qiu Sheng, who had been preoccupied all the way, finally couldn't hold back any longer and tentatively asked.
“Silly child, Grandpa knows your filial piety,” Grandpa Bai said, his heart warmed by his grandson’s continued worry. “Going to the city will broaden your horizons. You have a long life ahead of you, and who knows, you might even go to better places…”
“I…I didn’t mean that. What I meant was,” Qiu Sheng slowed his pace, unsure if he should say it now, “I meant, you should trust my buddies to take care of you. They’re clumsy and rough.”
“Alas, it’s all because your parents died so young!” Grandpa Bai said sadly, inadvertently stirring up painful memories. Worried that his grandson would also become sad, he quickly changed the subject. “Do you have someone better?”
“Yes…there is one, but I don’t know if Grandpa would approve,” Qiu Sheng said anxiously. The Zhu butcher’s family was illiterate, and Grandpa often boasted of being from a “scholarly family,” so he was very worried.
“Who can tell Grandpa?” Grandpa Bai asked.
Qiu Sheng stopped and took a deep breath. "It's a girl, clever and skillful. I guarantee she'll take good care of Grandpa." He said quickly, afraid of leaving any room for his grandfather to say "no."
"Why did you stop? Just tell me! Whose daughter is so good that you can order her around?" Old Master Bai asked impatiently, stroking his white beard.
"Cuicui!" The words jumped out of Qiu Sheng's throat, and he felt his heart leap out of his throat. "It's the one we met today, the daughter of Butcher Zhu. I told you about her." He hurriedly prompted his grandfather, afraid that he wouldn't remember.
"Hmm, I remember," Old Master Bai suddenly realized that his grandson was testing him. "She's a wonderful girl, but... can you guarantee that she'll take care of an old man like me?" he asked.
"I promise!" Qiu Sheng blurted out, thankfully the darkness concealed his flushed face. "Actually... Cui Cui and I have been together for a while now, and I was just about to tell Grandpa!" The words were like an arrow shot from a bow; he had no choice but to go all in.
"I should have known sooner. When did this happen?" Old Master Bai was somewhat angry. Such a big thing hadn't been revealed a single word. If he hadn't met her at the door today, he wouldn't have known about this girl, Cui Cui.
"Not long ago, it was this spring..." Qiu Sheng recounted his relationship with Cui Cui in detail. Grandpa listened silently, the dark night seeming to grow heavier, making Qiu Sheng feel a little breathless.
After he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze for a while. A few faint barks of dogs echoed from the village entrance. After a long pause, Old Master Bai sighed deeply, “So be it! So be it! Since ancient times, ‘the man is in love, the woman is willing,’ even Confucius couldn’t change that. But listen carefully to one thing: Cuicui is still a virgin. You mustn’t act recklessly. After this is over, after the autumn harvest, get a message from Butcher Zhu and properly marry her!”
Upon hearing his grandfather’s agreement, Qiu Sheng was overjoyed. He roared “Alright!” and galloped home like a happy horse carrying his grandfather. The dark night suddenly became light and bright, the stars exceptionally clear, twinkling playfully overhead, seemingly celebrating Qiu Sheng and Cuicui’s bright future.
The next morning, Qiu Sheng got up very early and ran to the outside of Cuicui’s courtyard wall, whistling loudly. A short while later, Cui Cui emerged, her hair disheveled, clearly still half asleep. Qiu Sheng recounted his conversation with his grandfather the previous night, instructing her to take care of him. Cui Cui was overjoyed and readily agreed, "I'll take good care of Grandpa." Qiu Sheng was relieved and turned to pack some dry rations, setting off with Heiwa and his second uncle towards Mei County.
All three traveled on foot; their most valuable possession was a bag of old corn carried by Heiwa's second uncle, so they weren't afraid of bandits. They hurried along, arriving in Mei County by evening, the sun already high in the west, about to set.
Heiwa stood at the street corner, looking at the rows of houses in the county town, so large than Hulu Village. "Damn, this village is huge!" he exclaimed, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead and spitting on the ground.
“Hey, you country bumpkin, this isn’t called a village, it’s called a county. Of course it’s big! There are even bigger ones above it, called prefectures.” Uncle Heiwa chuckled at his nephew’s words, his wrinkles deepening – of the three, only he had ever traveled far from home. Perhaps this was why Grandpa Bai had arranged for him to travel with the two young men – Qiusheng was literate, Heiwa was quick-witted, and all they needed was someone as worldly-wise as him to guide them.
“Looks like the county town is better! The county town is better!” Entering the street, Qiusheng kept muttering this, looking at the bustling crowd, most of the men, women, and children dressed neatly, and then looking at his own three family members, their clothes patched upon patched, he couldn’t help but feel ashamed. “Why don’t I see any signs of a famine?” He began to wonder, “Is it only people near Hulu Village who suffer from this drought?”
“If we had come before the New Year, it would have been much more lively than this,” Uncle explained, pointing to the roadside vendors. “You can tell by looking at these stalls; there are very few selling grain! You can tell they’re not doing well either, but as the old saying goes, ‘Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse!’”
Just then, a tall man, about eight feet tall, walked out of the crowd, catching the three men’s attention. The man had a leopard-like head, round eyes, a swallow’s jaw, and a tiger’s beard. He walked with the momentum of a galloping horse, carrying a broad-bladed sword on his back. The red tassel of the sword fluttered in the afternoon breeze with his steady and powerful steps, making him quite imposing.
“This… what do you think of this?” Heiwa clicked his tongue in amazement at the man. “This must be the Guanzhong swordsman people talk about, with such a big sword!” he assumed.
“Why don’t you go ask him?” Uncle said, giving him a push from behind. Heiwa stumbled, almost bumping into the man’s round belly.
"Hmm," the man's eyes widened like copper bells, glaring angrily at him.
At this point, Heiwa had no choice but to steel himself and bow slightly, then speak frankly: "Hero, please, save our village!"
The man grunted again, still relentlessly scrutinizing him.
Heiwa was embarrassed and stammered, "Hero, if you can help us drive away the bandits, we can give you some corn." Seeing the anger blazing in the man's eyes, he quickly changed his tune: "Oh, no, we can give you twenty loads of corn!"
Finally, the man couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Heiwa by the collar, pulled and shoved him, and Heiwa fell heavily to the ground with a thud. The man, still not satisfied, pointed at him and said fiercely, "You're insulting me!" His voice was like thunder, making Heiwa's eardrums itch. Then he strode away.
Qiu Sheng and Heiwa's second uncle rushed over to help Heiwa up from the ground. Before Heiwa could even regain his footing, a series of hoofbeats echoed from behind. "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!..." A chorus of shouts erupted, and the three quickly followed suit, stepping aside to make way in the middle of the street. Then, a man dressed in black rode a tall horse at breakneck speed past, startling the three of them.
"How impressive!" Heiwa exclaimed, staring at the departing figure. "That's a real Guanzhong swordsman! He has a horse and a sword!" He instinctively took a step forward, wanting to chase after him.
Heiwa's second uncle hurriedly grabbed him. "You're just putting on a show, aren't you? This is beyond our means. Let's find your wife's uncle who sells pancakes first!" He sighed, explaining that the immediate problem was that their provisions were all gone, and if they couldn't find that damned uncle, the three of them would go hungry.
“My wife said it was in this county town, but look how big it is! There are dozens of pancake shops, where am I supposed to find it?” Heiwa stamped his feet.
“Just search one by one! I refuse to believe that a person can fly away!” Qiusheng stubbornly refused to believe it. “Even if the streets of Meixian County are long, they must have an end!”
“That’s true, but look at the sky!” Heiwa’s second uncle looked up at the sky. The sun had already set, and the sky was filled with fiery red sunset clouds. “We don’t know anyone here. We need to find a place to stay now, or we’ll have to sleep on the streets. Let’s put the search aside for tomorrow!” he said, frowning.
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