Red Crossing Chapter 1

This book uses the story of the Red Detachment of Women as its backdrop, but all other content is fictional, including most of the names of people and places. This is Lao Zhao's third book, and his first time writing a time-travel novel. There may be many illogical and illogical parts in the book, and I ask for your understanding. Furthermore, I would like to declare that I have never conducted any historical research on this subject. The characters and events in the book are all fabricated for storytelling purposes and cannot withstand any verification, nor should they be taken literally. I started writing this book five years ago, planning to write forty chapters, and I have completed more than half of it. However, the progress on the last few chapters has been slow, dragging on for more than a year. I have decided to release the completed version now, partly to add some pressure and motivation for myself. Thank you all for your support. In April 2020, in the eastern United States, Lao Zhao wrote: Chapter 1: Little Tiger Goes Down the Mountain, Section 1: A Rugged Path, A Warm Sibling Bond. "Little Tiger, when we get to the Nan Da Shan Ren's house, you must be careful in everything you do. Don't upset the master, understand?" The speaker was eighteen-year-old Pang Juhua, leading her younger brother, Pang Xiaohu, who was not yet twelve, along a rugged mountain path. They came from Pangjia Village on the other side of the mountain, heading to the Nan Da Shan Ren's house in Yelin Town at the foot of the mountain to work as laborers. The Nan Da Shan Ren's name was Nan Dechang, the third son, and he was the wealthiest man in the area, over a hundred miles around. "Yes, eldest sister," Pang Xiaohu replied. Although he had a grand name, he was very thin and small, and while his appearance was decent, he was far less attractive than his beautiful sister. His only outstanding feature was his fair complexion, much whiter than that of children from poor families. Because their family was too poor, his sister, despite her beauty, had never been able to find a good husband. Those who came to propose marriage all wanted to coax her into becoming a concubine for a wealthy family. Neither of her parents wanted their daughter to suffer in another family. According to the local customs, women who became concubines were usually treated as servants by their husbands' families before bearing children, and it was rare for them not to be beaten and scolded. Pang Juhua herself did not want to abandon her parents and young siblings, so she delayed her marriage for several years. Two months ago, she finally got married. Her brother-in-law was thirty-two years old and lived in Coconut Grove Town. His name was Dong Yifu, with a sallow face and gray hair, looking much older than her father, Pang Dashan. He had been married before, and his wife had died in an accident a few years ago while pregnant, leaving only his nearly seventy-year-old father at home. Dong Yifu had attended a private school and knew how to do accounting. He worked as a minor accountant in the Nan Da Shan Ren Mansion in Coconut Grove Town. His family was not worried about food and clothing, but they were not very wealthy either. He was called a minor accountant because there were a chief accountant and a second accountant above him; he was someone who only did accounting but had no real power. Of course, his status was still slightly higher than that of the ordinary servants in the mansion. This time, it was the older sister who begged her brother-in-law, who then begged the second accountant, before they were finally allowed to bring their younger brother, Pang Xiaohu, into the Southern Mansion as a servant. The younger brother walked ahead, carrying a bundle weighing about twenty pounds on his back—his entire possessions. The bundle wasn't too heavy, but carrying it for over twenty miles along the mountain path was exhausting. The older sister followed behind, her own bundle weighing at least forty pounds. Looking at her brother's thin body, her eyes welled up with tears. This younger brother was a mystery. He was ordinary at birth, no different from other poor children. At the age of six, he fell seriously ill, suffering from fever and coma for several days. With so many children in the family, even food was a problem, let alone money to hire a doctor for him. His father, Pang Dashan, and mother, Wang Yumei, had given up all hope, waiting only for him to breathe his last before burying him on the small hillside where his older brother and younger brother had already been buried. Only the eldest sister, Pang Juhua, refused to give up. She stayed by her younger brother's side every day, caring for him, feeding him water and porridge. Miraculously, her brother survived. Not only did he survive, but he seemed like a completely different person. His eyes shone brightly, and he often did surprising things and said inexplicable things. At first, everyone thought Pang Xiaohu had become mentally impaired after his illness, and their father, Pang Dashan, sighed constantly about it. But Pang Juhua discovered that her brother had actually become incredibly intelligent. He learned everything quickly, and this six-year-old often considered things more thoroughly than adults. In less than two years, he became the leader of dozens of children in the village, and even children seven or eight years older than him were willing to follow his orders. The children in the mountains had to help with many chores every day: herding cattle and sheep, chopping firewood, gathering herbs, picking mushrooms and wild vegetables, etc. Walking more than ten miles of mountain paths every day was common. These chores were very time-consuming and tedious if done alone. Pang Xiaohu organized the children, assigning them tasks according to their strengths: some herded sheep, some chopped firewood, some gathered herbs, and some delivered meals. He even composed several folk songs for the children to sing. This not only saved them a lot of unnecessary travel each day, but also significantly increased their work efficiency, making their tiring and tedious days much easier and more enjoyable. Sometimes they would cooperate to hunt in the mountains, often catching prey that even adults struggled to catch. Pang Xiaohu also devised a fair and reasonable method of distribution, which all the children accepted without question. If any child's parents or younger siblings were sick, they could stay home to care for them without worry, as other children would take over their chores without any disruption. Pang Xiaohu called this "mutual assistance." These children who helped each other would play together after finishing their work, and of course, they would stick together even when fighting, so no one within miles dared to bully them. Pang Juhua observed all of this happening to her younger brother and quietly told her father about the changes she had observed. Pang Dashan had noticed it too, though he said nothing on the surface, he was secretly overjoyed. He thought, perhaps it was a blessing from the Bodhisattva, that the Pang family had finally produced a capable person. Pang Juhua also noticed that Xiaohu's feelings for her were quite special, even though he didn't talk much. The way he looked at her was unique, as if he wanted to melt her. Whenever her younger brother silently watched her, Pang Juhua felt especially warm and safe. Pang Juhua was the eldest child in the family; Pang Xiaohu had two older sisters and two younger brothers. The second sister was named Pang Xinghua, sixteen years old. The third sister was named Pang Guihua, thirteen years old. The two younger brothers were named Pang Xiaobao and Pang Xiaoniu. Xiaobao was only five years old, and Xiaoniu was not yet two. Their family used to be so poor that the three daughters only had one piece of clothing without holes, which could only be given to whoever went out. At home, no one could bear to wear it, so they could only wear tattered jackets covered in patches. Because there were so many patches, the tattered jackets became thick and heavy, which was fine in winter, but very uncomfortable to wear in summer. When working around the house, the three sisters would often go shirtless unless no one else was around. After experimenting on his own many times, Pang Xiaohu finally found a good way to cover his sisters' bodies. He went to the mountains to pick a kind of naturally juicy wild fruit. This fruit was called water blue plum, and it tasted very bitter and was inedible. Poor families usually used it as a dye for cloth. Of course, it wasn't a very good dye; cloth dyed with it would lose its color as soon as it got wet. After squeezing out the juice from the water blue plum, Xiaohu applied it to his sisters' chests, backs, bellies, and arms. Once it dried, it looked like they were wearing well-fitting dark blue clothes. The sisters could now wear these "clothes" and work boldly in the fields, looking both beautiful and cool. Even their younger brother, Pang Xiaobao, who had just learned to speak, wanted to wear "new" clothes. Water blue plums grew easily, and they were everywhere in the mountains near Pangjia Village, so it was no trouble for Xiaohu to "paint clothes" for his sisters. After working hard all day and sweating profusely, they would wash away their "clothes" with a quick rinse of cold water when they got home at night. But no problem, they could just paint a new one the next day. These clothes had an unexpected advantage: they protected against mosquito bites. However, they also had a drawback: they were susceptible to rain. Pang Xiaohu repeatedly told his sisters that they could only wear these clothes near their home and should never stray far. Some mutated water hyacinths were orange-red, and Xiaohu used the juice of these mutated water hyacinths to paint exquisite orange-red stripes on his sisters' "blue clothes," making them look absolutely beautiful. Unfortunately, these mutated water hyacinths were very rare and difficult to collect. Fortunately, the sisters could only wear these beautiful "clothes" at home and dared not go outside, otherwise curious villagers would definitely come up and touch them, giving them away. Once, the third sister, Pang Guihua, went to the mountain to chop firewood when a sudden downpour began. She immediately abandoned her companions, grabbed the firewood, and ran home. By the time she reached the village entrance, her "clothes" had been washed clean by the rain. Without a second thought, she blushed and ran into the village. Because she had to hold both the machete and the bundle of firewood on her back, her front was completely exposed, giving several young men she encountered a feast for the eyes. Pang Guihua was only twelve years old at the time, but her body was well-developed. They clearly saw her two adorable little white rabbits swaying in the breeze. The next day, those young men told everyone they met that they had seen the breasts of the third daughter of the Pang family. The story became increasingly outrageous, eventually evolving into the rumor that Pang Guihua and a young man from a neighboring village were naked and embracing in the woods, doing something shameful. Some nosy people even came to the Pang family to inquire about inside information, such as whether the man had asked someone to propose marriage."Has the matter been settled yet? Wait a minute." For this, Pang Guihua was severely scolded by her parents, causing her to stay indoors for two months. She was usually the most lively and mischievous of the three sisters, and this wasn't the first time she'd done something like this. She had once secretly covered herself in blue plum juice and run off to a neighboring village to play for most of the day without being discovered. She was very proud of herself and couldn't help but boast to Xiaohu about her feat when she got home that night. Her eldest sister, Pang Juhua, warned her never to do such a foolish thing again, but she didn't take it to heart until she lost face in front of the whole village this time. Later, Pang Xiaohu and his friends killed a black bear. He sold the bear's gall and paws to a merchant who specialized in buying mountain goods, and used the money to buy cloth for his mother and three older sisters, making new clothes for each of them. Although the clothes were made of local coarse cloth, it was the first time Pang Juhua and her two younger sisters had worn newly made clothes, and they were so happy they couldn't sleep all night. Pang Xiaohu also possessed a special skill: he could treat all kinds of external injuries and abscesses, and even set broken bones. He treated his family members at home for various ailments and injuries, almost never failing. However, he instructed his parents and sisters never to tell anyone about his medical skills. The villagers of Pangjia Village were poor, and he couldn't charge them much for treating them. Besides, they were all related, and he felt embarrassed to accept their money. Mountain people often had to traverse mountains for hunting, chopping wood, and farming, and getting sick or injured was common. If everyone came to Xiaohu for treatment, he would be too busy to do anything else. In fact, the real reason Pang Xiaohu concealed his medical skills was that he didn't want outsiders to suspect his background. Section 2: A Secret Buried Deep in His Heart, a Genius Among Young Pang Juhua's best friend was Pang Yuchun, a girl from the same village. She had been bitten on the thigh by some kind of poisonous insect, developing a large, red, and swollen sore that wouldn't heal. Later, it began to fester, causing itching and pain. Pang Yuchun was tormented day and night. But her family couldn't afford a doctor, and even if they could, they couldn't. The sore was on her groin, visible only when she took off her pants. There were no female doctors within a hundred miles, and the male doctors there weren't any real skills, usually just relying on a few old Chinese medicine prescriptions to swindle money. Even if they did find a doctor, what would happen if word got out that he was touching and groping a young woman in that kind of place? How could she ever face anyone again? Pang Yuchun was universally acknowledged as the most beautiful girl in Pangjia Village, with Pang Juhua second only to her. The two had been inseparable since childhood, as close as sisters. Pang Yuchun was engaged to a family in a neighboring village and was to be married in a few months. She and her parents were frantic with worry. Later, Pang Juhua couldn't bear to see her friend continue to suffer, so she secretly called her to their home, locked the door, and had her younger brother, Pang Xiaohu, treat her. Pang Xiaohu had his older sister help Pang Yuchun take off her pants. She lay on her back on the straw mat on the ground, legs spread wide. Pang Yuchun covered her eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment. Pang Juhua held her friend's hand and gently comforted her. She had great confidence in her brother's medical skills. Pang Yuchun had a lot of pubic hair, which was quite bothersome. Xiaohu had to shave off all the pubic hair around the abscess, then wash it repeatedly with clean water and disinfect it with liquor. Next, he used a sharp knife to cut open the abscess, removing some of the rotten flesh and squeezing out a lot of pus and blood, about half a bowlful. Then he stitched up the wound, applied his own concocted anti-inflammatory powder, and bandaged it. Pang Yuchun kept her eyes closed while he did all this. Her exposed thighs were very white, covered with a layer of fine downy hair, and her beautiful face and heaving breasts were also very alluring. Pang Xiaohu's heart pounded wildly, and even Pang Juhua, standing beside him, blushed. This wasn't the first time Xiaohu had seen Pang Yuchun naked. Over a year ago, when Pang Yuchun and her older sister were chopping firewood in the mountains, Xiaohu happened to be nearby and saw them strip naked and jump into a mountain spring to bathe. Of course, this time was different; he could not only get close enough to see them properly, but also touch them. From then on, Pang Yuchun came to Xiaohu's house every night, taking off her pants so Xiaohu could examine and clean her wounds. She recovered in less than two months. The night before her wedding, Pang Yuchun found Pang Xiaohu and gave him an embroidered bib. She had stayed up several nights to finish it, and it was exquisitely made. According to local custom, such items were usually given by a young woman to her beloved. Pang Yuchun was moved to tears. She hugged Xiaohu and kissed him on the cheek, saying he was her great benefactor, and that she and her future children would remember him for the rest of their lives. Pang Juhua, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but shed tears as well. She thought: if her younger brother weren't so young, her good friend might have given himself to her, surrendering his entire being to him. Pang Juhua couldn't understand where her brother had learned so many skills, and she couldn't get a clear answer from him. He was usually quiet and almost never acted spoiled towards his mother and sisters. When they slept in the same bed at night, he would blush and feel shy when touched (people in the mountains don't have so many rules; children, regardless of age or gender, all sleep together). However, it was clear that he was very affectionate towards his family, and he always fulfilled his responsibility to protect his sisters and brothers like a grown man. Last year, Pang Juhua went to the fields to deliver food to her father who was working, and on the way, she encountered Pang Laosan, a bachelor from the same village. Pang Laosan was drunk, and seeing that Pang Juhua was alone, he pounced on her, grabbed her, and tried to pull down her pants. Juhua struggled and screamed desperately, but how could a young woman like her fight against Pang Laosan, a strong man? He pinned her down in a ditch and quickly stripped her naked. Although Pang Juhua had suffered hardship and hunger like other children since childhood, her body was well-developed, and her skin was fair and tender. Pang Laosan, seeing this, became excited, his eyes bloodshot. He kneaded her buttocks and thighs while burying his alcohol-reeking mouth in her chest, sucking and biting her bouncing breasts. Pang Juhua struggled and screamed incessantly, but to no avail. Eventually, she exhausted all her strength, her body went limp, and only her breathing remained labored. If Pang Laosan had raped Pang Juhua, according to the customs of the mountains, at most he would have been forced to compensate Pang Dashan's family with a load of grain, and then he would have to marry Juhua. That's how Xiao Hu's good friend Wan Chun's mother had married Wan Chun's father. Just when Pang Juhua was in despair, her younger brother, Pang Xiao Hu, arrived. His eyes flashed with rage, and he raised his wood-chopping knife, desperately hacking at Pang Laosan. Pang Laosan dodged to the side, his arm slashed by the machete, bleeding profusely. Pang Xiaohu's angry glare sobered Pang Laosan up; he abandoned Pang Juhua, pulled up his trousers, and ran away as fast as he could, not even bothering to pick up his newly bought brass pipe that had fallen to the ground. Pang Juhua, seeing her brother, didn't even bother to put on her clothes, and hugged his thin body, bursting into tears. She felt his heavy breathing; his small body trembled in her arms. Pang Laosan was Pang Dashan's distant cousin. After running away, he hid at a relative's house, too afraid to return to the village. Later, he asked an elder from the clan to apologize to Pang Dashan and bought Pang Juhua a flowered dress as compensation, finally settling the matter. His brass pipe had become Pang Dashan's cherished possession, something he would likely never return to. Pang Juhua and her father, Pang Dashan, both felt that Pang Xiaohu was too clever; keeping him in Pangjia Village for life would be a waste of his talent. If he could go out and see the world, learn a few words, perhaps he would have a brighter future. Of course, she couldn't afford to send her younger brother to school, so she could only ask her husband, Old Dong, to help arrange for Pang Xiaohu to work odd jobs at the Nanda Philanthropist's mansion, hoping he might have a chance to learn to read and write. Pang Xiaohu, knowing his older sister's thoughts, couldn't help but laugh: "Study? I'm from the 21st century! With my cultural and scientific knowledge, if I went back to a rural China eighty years ago, I probably wouldn't need to study anymore, right?" Before his time travel, he was already thirty years old. As a child, he was a renowned child prodigy in his hometown, probably ranking among the best in the entire province. He was intelligent, had a great memory, and learned everything incredibly quickly. By the time he was in junior high, he had already self-studied the entire high school curriculum. Crucially, he wasn't just a bookworm; his practical skills were also outstanding, and he had mastered a great deal of practical knowledge. He grew up in a typical enlightened intellectual family. His father was a university professor, and his mother was a surgeon. Their method of educating their son was simple: let him be. He spent his days freely reading extensively and participating in various activities he found interesting. His parents never worried about his exam scores. Pang Xiaohu wasn't a typical academic star; his grades were generally above average. The difference was that he used different exam papers than the other students, at least three or four grades higher. During class, the teachers didn't interfere, letting him read other books as he pleased. At the time, a prestigious university was recruiting child prodigies, and the principal of his high school recommended him to take the entrance exam.However, his mother strongly opposed it, mainly because she couldn't bear to see him leave home. He himself wasn't very enthusiastic about it, and in the end, nothing came of it. He didn't go to high school because he had already completed all the required courses, and the school issued him a high school diploma early. His father obtained permission from the president of the university where he worked to allow him to audit university courses for two years. His father was a literature scholar and had taught his son classical Chinese and poetry from a very young age; composing couplets was Xiaohu's favorite game. As he grew older, his father discussed various literary works with him and even had his son help revise his academic papers. When Xiaohu was fifteen, he wrote an essay on Ming and Qing dynasty novels on a whim. His father thought it was quite good and took it to the office for his colleagues to appreciate. The editor-in-chief of a famous literary magazine read it and greatly admired it, persuading his father to publish it in the journal he was in charge of. At the time, everyone who read the article naturally assumed the author was a learned old scholar, never imagining that it was written by a middle school student who was not yet sixteen. He often went to the hospital where his mother worked to play and watch her and her colleagues see patients and perform surgeries. After returning home, he sought out various medical textbooks to read, asking his mother questions whenever he encountered any. In this way, he learned a considerable amount of medical knowledge. However, he only did so to satisfy his thirst for knowledge and did not aspire to become a doctor when he grew up. One day, he was sitting in the hospital waiting room waiting for his mother to finish get off work. A female patient, carrying a prescription from a specialist, went to pick up her medication and accidentally bumped into a passing nurse. Her prescription fell to the ground and was blown by the wind to Pang Xiaohu's feet. He bent down, picked up the prescription, and returned it to the patient. He glanced at the prescription and noticed that the specialist had misspelled the name of a commonly used drug. He kindly reminded the patient to go back to the specialist to verify it. Seeing that he was just a child, the woman naturally didn't trust his words and was too embarrassed to ask the specialist rashly. Just then, the specialist arrived, took the prescription, and confirmed that he had indeed misspelled the drug's name, writing down a similar-sounding but completely different medication. Back then, experts were more honest and had better medical ethics, unlike those later on who were both incompetent and refused to admit their mistakes, boasting on television despite their ignorance. This expert immediately changed the prescription, apologized to the patient, and solemnly thanked the young boy who had discovered his error in front of everyone. He and that expert later became close friends despite their age difference. This incident was reported by a journalist and published in a nationally distributed newspaper. Pang Xiaohu's first twenty-five years were smooth sailing; he was loved and respected by teachers, classmates, and friends wherever he went. He found a wonderful wife and had a good relationship with his in-laws. After graduating from a prestigious university, he went to work in the research and development department of a state-owned medical device company in the capital. Then his luck began to turn bad. First, his wife died of breast cancer, and a few years later, his parents also died in a fire. Neither he nor his wife had any siblings, and his in-laws and other relatives all lived in other places, leaving him completely alone. Although he was very talented and performed exceptionally well at work, his superiors and colleagues had long taken his abilities for granted; they no longer appreciated or cherished him as a genius. His good performance was taken for granted, and credit was often stolen by others; when he didn't perform well, he faced criticism from those who were jealous of him, despite his past selfless help to many of them. He suffered a long period of depression and pain due to the loss of his loved ones, and lost his former interest and enthusiasm for his work. He was tired of office politics and disdained climbing the ladder through flattery and backstabbing like others. He decided to forge his own path and enjoy a free and independent life. He began frequently changing companies and industries. Because of his exceptional intelligence, he could earn a living wherever he went, and finding work was never difficult for him. In those years, he worked as a salesman, secretary, mechanic, librarian, cook, private investigator, substitute elementary school teacher, decorator, fitness instructor, fashion designer, contract urban security worker (city management officer), tour guide, television presenter, and so on. He typically only stayed in each industry for a few months. He found himself particularly fond of learning new skills in new industries, but once he became truly proficient, he would lose interest and have to switch to another. He changed women as frequently as he changed jobs, sometimes dating several women simultaneously. His intelligence, besides being used to learn new skills, was also used to seduce women. In this regard, he was almost always successful. Suddenly, he realized he was thirty years old. He felt it was time to start a new family. Just then, a very attractive woman appeared in his life, becoming the woman he longed for day and night. She was a twenty-five-year-old married woman, five years younger than him. To pursue her, he used every trick in the book. Fortunately, he was still sharp-witted, quick-thinking, and witty. She was quickly attracted to him. The woman was the wife of a distant nephew, and she and her husband already had a child. Logically, he was well past the age of impulsiveness and shouldn't have fallen so easily in love, much less destroy his younger relative's happy family. But the woman looked so much like his deceased wife, not only in appearance but also in temperament. He was completely unable to control his emotions and desires. Just as his efforts were about to succeed, he… he time-traveled. He wondered if this was divine punishment for his immoral behavior. He remembered that the moon was exceptionally bright the night he time-traveled, and he was happily driving to a date: his first secret rendezvous with that young woman. Suddenly, a bright white light appeared ahead, blinding him, and then he lost consciousness. When he regained consciousness, his soul had flown to a mountain village on Hainan Island more than eighty years ago, entering the body of a six-year-old child with the same name as him. Chapter 3: Simple Village, Surrounded by Beautiful Women, What More Could One Ask For? Pang Xiaohu did not complain. His philosophy of life was: don't force what you shouldn't have. In fact, he was quite content with the simple and honest life in the mountain village where he had time-traveled. That's truly pristine: the air is fresh and unpolluted, and there's an abundance of organic food for three meals a day (freshly dug sweet potatoes, tender bamboo shoots and mushrooms, and various wild vegetables). Occasionally, you can even eat wild game and drink freshly squeezed cow's and goat's milk. Although the protein and fat intake isn't quite enough, there's no need to worry about diabetes, obesity, melamine, or anything like that. If you went back to the 21st century, only the rich could afford such a "luxurious" life. Oh, and here you can admire naturally beautiful women every day, without any makeup or plastic surgery. You don't even need to go far; there are three in my own family alone, not even counting my still-attractive mother. If there's anything Pang Xiaohu doesn't like about this mountain village, it's that the villagers are too simple and honest. Sometimes, Pang Xiaohu even feels embarrassed to tease them. Liu Mazi, the grocer, is a notoriously cunning fellow in the area; many villagers complain that they've been ripped off at his shop. Once, Pang Xiaohu tried to trade twenty eggs for an ounce of salt, but Liu refused, insisting on twenty-five eggs. He even boasted, "Don't think you, Pang Xiaohu, are some famous child prodigy. You won't get the slightest advantage from me." Trade here was generally based on barter, rarely using coins or paper money. The villagers were familiar with the exchange rates between different goods; for example, five eggs for a sewing needle, a sewing needle for half an ounce of lamp oil, and so on. Pang Xiaohu, like the other villagers, knew these complex exchange rates by heart. However, unlike them, he had long ago discovered the illogical or manipulable aspects. So, in front of the onlookers, he exchanged his twenty eggs for other small commodities in the general store, and then used those commodities to exchange for even more small commodities. Liu Mazi watched him and his shop assistant transact silently, inwardly sneering: I'll see what this little brat is capable of. To everyone's surprise, after making over ten transactions, Pang Xiaohu exchanged everything for eggs, but the original twenty eggs now became thirty-five! Liu Mazi and the onlookers were so astonished their eyes nearly popped out. In the end, Pang Xiaohu not only bought the one ounce of salt he originally wanted, but also bought a small piece of sesame candy for each of his two younger brothers and a colorful paper flower for each of his three older sisters. The villagers watching felt a sense of satisfaction, but they could never learn such a clever trick; otherwise, Liu Mazi wouldn't need to do business there. From then on, Liu Mazi was completely convinced of Pang Xiaohu's abilities, treating him like a brother whenever they met, and being incredibly affectionate. Another thing that Pang Xiaohu found difficult to adjust to was the temptation of women. Before his transmigration, he was a man over thirty with rich sexual experience, but unexpectedly, he had suddenly reverted to being a six-year-old child. These past few years of growth had been incredibly "torturous" for him. Despite the presence of beautiful, fragrant women, he could only look but not touch them because his body wasn't fully developed yet. In their cold winter, they would...The bed was too thin, so the siblings all slept huddled together to keep warm. Pang Juhua, sleeping next to him, was afraid her younger brother would get cold, so she often held him close. His eldest sister's soft, sexy body aroused him, keeping him awake through countless sleepless nights. Before his transmigration, he had heard an old joke about family planning: the poorer the village, the more children they had, because people couldn't afford to turn on the lights at night and went to bed as soon as it got dark. After transmigrating, he learned that it was true. Before his two younger brothers were born, he slept with his parents, while his three older sisters slept in another bed. Almost every night, his father, Pang Dashan, would climb on top of his mother, Wang Yumei, and diligently make love. At first, he felt uncomfortable, but later he got used to it, and his mother's moans became his lullaby every night. Women in the mountains marry young; his mother was just fifteen when she gave birth to his eldest sister, and now she was only thirty-three. His mother worked hard, so her skin, especially her hands, was rough, and she had wrinkles on her face. However, her body was very firm. Although she had given birth to eight children (two of whom died young), her breasts were still round and perky, which, by Pang Xiaohu's 21st-century standards, were incredibly sexy. His three older sisters also inherited their mother's good genes. While they couldn't be described as stunning beauties, they were still pleasing to the eye. The eldest sister was already fully developed, with a beautiful face and an incredibly sexy figure. Wherever she went, she attracted the attention of the male villagers. The second and third sisters were also beauties in the making, just about to bloom. Unlike some novels that describe people who have memories of two people when they transmigrated, Pang Xiaohu's feelings for his family were cultivated after his transmigration. Although his family was poor, just like other families, there was one difference: his parents never beat their children, and he had never seen his father beat his mother. These things happened every few days in other families: the head of the family often vented his resentment by beating his wife and children. He felt that his feelings for this new family were almost surpassing those for his family before he transmigrated. The only thing that unsettled him was the powerful attraction the women's bodies held for him, a young boy with a mature masculine consciousness. Because he was still young, his mother and sisters never hid from him when bathing or changing clothes, giving him countless opportunities to observe their bodies up close: round breasts, smooth buttocks and thighs, and the hairy slit between their legs. He thought of his mother in his future life. He was also familiar with her body; he remembered bathing with her as a child. Because his mother was a doctor, she had a very open view of sex. When he was five, she explained the anatomy and physiology of men and women to him, and even showed him training videos used for nurses at the hospital. During bath time, she used her own body as a model to explain and answer all the questions he could think of at the time. Later, he was surprised to discover that not everyone was as lucky as him. Many men and women in their late twenties still harbored many misconceptions and prejudices about sex. For this, he was grateful to his mother: he himself had never fallen into any misconceptions about sex, nor had he experienced the anxieties and confusions that many of his peers went through. In this family he'd been transported to, his favorite thing was having so many older sisters and younger brothers. This was unimaginable in the era of family planning in his later life. In comparison, Pang Xiaohu was closest to his eldest sister, Pang Juhua. He'd heard from his parents about the serious illness he'd suffered when he was six; everyone thought he wouldn't make it. If it weren't for his eldest sister's unwavering care, he certainly wouldn't be alive today. His eldest sister had married Dong Yifu, a man he considered utterly unremarkable, which made him feel both heartbroken and helpless. Alas, what could he do? Women in this timeline weren't just of low status; they had no status at all. If she hadn't married Dong Yifu, she would have had to marry Zhang Yifu or Li Yifu. He, a child not even twelve, couldn't change anything. Chapter 4: The Eldest Sister's Thoughts As they walked, it started to rain, and Pang Juhua and her brother had to take shelter under a large tree. That's how the mountain climate is; the weather, which was warm before, became cold and damp after the rain. Seeing her younger brother shivering from the cold, Pang Juhua pulled him into her arms and sat down on a large rock under a tree. Since his sister was alone, Pang Xiaohu wasn't too shy. He was tired from walking all day, so he closed his eyes, his little face pressed against his sister's full, warm breasts, and fell asleep. Pang Juhua noticed her brother's hands were icy cold, so she unbuttoned her clothes and warmed them in her bosom. Holding her brother, her mind was elsewhere. On her wedding day, she had been forced to drink two cups of wine by several of Dong Yifu's sisters-in-law, and by the time she entered the bridal chamber, she was so drunk she could barely stand. Dong Yifu, a married man, quickly stripped her naked, then carried her to the bed, biting her breasts while pinching her buttocks and thighs. Pang Juhua was terrified and cowered on the bed, afraid to utter a sound. Later, her man's penis entered her still-dry vagina, and her lower body began to ache with a tearing pain. It could be said that she experienced no sexual pleasure on her wedding night. It took several days for her to adjust, and she began to moan softly beneath her husband, enjoying the sensation of being penetrated. However, her husband's health seemed poor; he always finished quickly. Sometimes she thought that if she had actually been raped by Pang Laosan that time, she would have married him now and slept with him every day. She disliked Pang Laosan because everyone in the village called him a lazy bum. But Pang Laosan seemed much stronger than Dong Yifu; would it be more interesting and comfortable to be penetrated by him? She clearly remembered that day when Pang Laosan's large penis was poked between her legs; although it hadn't penetrated, she could feel it was hard and hot. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but cover her eyes in shame: What's wrong with me? How could I have such shameless thoughts? Her husband, Dong Yifu, was relatively good to her; he had never hit her or spoken ill of her. This might be related to her meticulous care for her husband and father-in-law, which had prevented any mishaps. She had heard many of her married friends lament that they were frequently beaten and verbally abused by their husbands and in-laws after marriage. Even a beautiful and gentle woman like Pang Yuchun couldn't escape being beaten. Because her husband's family lived in a neighboring village, Pang Yuchun often met with her close friend Pang Juhua, and they talked about everything. Her husband was usually alright, except he couldn't drink. When he was drunk, he liked to beat women, especially after losing at gambling. He hit her hard, and she dared not dodge, so she could only cry with her head in her hands each time. The next day, when he sobered up, he would completely forget what had happened the night before. Pang Yuchun even took off her clothes to show Pang Juhua the marks on her arms, back, and buttocks, and the two friends hugged each other and cried for a long time. Fortunately, Pang Yuchun soon became pregnant, and her in-laws, worried about the safety of the fetus, kept a close eye on their son, preventing him from drinking and gambling. Dong Yifu was extremely filial to his elderly father, always obeying his father's every word. Before marriage, he would personally wash his father's feet every night before bed, but now Pang Juhua did this. At first, he was a little worried and stood behind his wife, instructing her on how to do it. Later, seeing how diligent and meticulous she was, he felt reassured. The father-in-law was a little hard of hearing and spoke loudly. His favorite thing to do was nag his son and daughter-in-law to have children quickly, saying that only then could they honor the Dong family ancestors. He liked to stare at his daughter-in-law's body, as if visually assessing the size of her breasts and buttocks. The locals firmly believed that women with large breasts and buttocks were more likely to have children. Pang Juhua, for one, was quite confident in her own breasts and buttocks. However, she was a little afraid of her father-in-law, especially when they were alone at home. Once, while cooking, she dozed off and vaguely felt a hand caressing her breasts. When she opened her eyes, there was no one beside her. She herself had to work as a maid at the Nan family's mansion during the day, so she had to get up early to chop firewood, fill the water vat, and then start a fire to cook. After serving her husband and father-in-law their meals, she would rush off to work at the Nan mansion. At the Nan mansion, she mainly did rough work, sweeping the courtyard, fetching water, mending and washing clothes (yes, even wealthy people's families sometimes wore patched clothes). Serving tea and water to the mistress and young masters and ladies was the job of the maids and old women in the inner courtyard. She had been working at the Nan mansion for over a month, but she had never entered the inner courtyard, nor had she ever seen the renowned Nan family philanthropist. She told her younger brother to be careful and follow the rules, though she herself wasn't entirely clear on the complex rules of the Nan mansion. She had been slowly learning these things from the other maids. She placed great hopes on her younger brother, Pang Xiaohu. She had gone to Yudong County a few times with her parents when she went to the market, and had seen the children of wealthy families going to school from afar. She felt that her younger brother was no less capable than them. When listening to the elders in Pangjia Village tell stories, her favorite tales were those of poor children who rose to prominence and returned home in glory. Several times she dreamt that her younger brother had grown up, become a high-ranking official, and rode a tall horse back to visit their parents and her, his older sister. The rain stopped, and Pang Juhua quickly shook her sleeping brother awake; they had to hurry.They hurried on their way. Pang Xiaohu opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was his elder sister's beautiful face. He noticed that her blouse was open, and his small hands were resting on her smooth, warm breasts. He blushed and hurriedly pulled his hands back. He didn't know that his elder sister was actually warming his hands. They were already hungry, so Pang Juhua took out the dry rations she had brought with her and shared them with her brother. After eating, the siblings shouldered their bundles and set off again. Just before sunset, they finally arrived at Coconut Grove Town. This was Pang Xiaohu's first time visiting his elder sister's new home. His elder sister's house was less than three miles from Nanfu, and most of the surrounding residents made a living by working directly or indirectly for Nanfu. Coconut Grove Town was the largest town within a hundred miles, besides the county seat, with a total population of about seven or eight thousand. Its market was famous far and wide, even more bustling than the market in Yudong County. However, Pang Xiaohu didn't have time to stroll around the market. On the very night he arrived in Coconut Grove Town, he carried his bedding and went to the South Mansion with his brother-in-law, Lao Dong. From then on, he ate and slept at the South Mansion. Normally, as a handyman, he could have stayed at his elder sister's house, but since he was provided with three meals a day at the South Mansion, he didn't want to burden his elder sister's family, so he volunteered to stay there. Of course, the meals at the South Mansion weren't free. Once you stayed there, the host family could order you around anytime, day or night, and the wages were the same as if you lived outside. Although his elder sister, Pang Juhua, felt sorry for him, Pang Xiaohu insisted on staying there, so she had to give her brother some instructions and then have her husband take him to the South Mansion.

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