[The Romantic History of Warlords] (Chapter 015)

Chapter 015 A Young Woman More Wronged Than Dou E "My son! My son!" came
the braying of a donkey and the clattering of its legs from the alley next door.
Yan Baosan turned around and saw a fat, strong donkey stubbornly kicking,
refusing to go home no matter how much the woman in the green cotton-padded jacket whipped and dragged it. The woman was furious and kept yelling, "You stubborn donkey,
what are you doing? Come on, come on! Go home! Don't you hear me? You good-for-nothing..."
"Sister-in-law, come here, give it to me, I'll help you lead it home." Yan Baosan volunteered and went over.
Perhaps seeing how thin he was, the woman kindly reminded him, "Young man, this donkey is quite strong, be careful
not to hurt your arm." It was dark and he couldn't see what she looked like, but her voice sounded young, at most 20 years old.
If a donkey gets stubborn, no one can pull it unless they're even more stubborn and stronger than the donkey. Yan Baosan
pulled the reins a few times without success, and now he was enraged. He fully utilized his liquid body to activate
the water within him; a slight "whoosh" sound could be heard as the liquid flowed rapidly. As the liquid
flowed quickly, a force rapidly arose within him.
"Go! Go!"
Yan Baosan wrapped the reins around his arm twice, roared, and pulled the donkey with all his might. The donkey brayed
and whined, reluctantly inching forward, its four hooves scraping the ground
, leaving deep hoofprints in the snow. In other words, the donkey wasn't actually moving forward;
it was being dragged along.
Seeing this, the woman exclaimed in surprise, "Brother...brother, you're incredibly strong!!"
The rapid flow of the liquid relies on oxygen, and like qigong, it's propelled by the dantian (lower abdomen), all in one
breath. Yan Baosan couldn't breathe or speak, holding his breath, and slowly dragged the donkey into a dilapidated
courtyard until the reins were secured. This distance was 30 meters, and he didn't even pant, holding his breath for at
least 5 minutes. For a normal person, this is simply impossible.
"Huff..."
Yan Baosan finally took a long breath to relieve the tightness in his lungs caused by oxygen deprivation.
Dragging a fat, strong donkey 30 meters with such strength is nothing short of superhuman. This excited him greatly: "I
've become a strongman, haha...
" "Sister-in-law, it's getting dark, can I stay here for the night? I'll leave at dawn," Yan Baosan
asked while washing his face.
"Sure, young man, come in and have a meal with us," the woman warmly agreed.
Inside the room was a worn-out eight-immortal table, on which sat pickled vegetables and a small bowl of hot noodles.
An old man in a sheepskin coat sat on the kang (heated brick bed), shakily drinking noodles from his bowl. He squinted at
Yan Baosan as he entered and asked the young woman, "Who is this child?"
The woman leaned close to the old man's ear and said loudly, "Father, this child is passing through our village. It's getting dark, and he wants
to sleep here for a while before leaving early."
"What... sleep with you?"
"Pfft..." Yan Baosan burst out laughing at the old man's words. It turned out the old man was deaf.
The woman's pretty face immediately flushed red, and she called out again. The old man finally understood and nodded, "Oh
... then sleep here." Then he greeted Yan Baosan warmly, "Young man, sit down and have some hot
food."
Yan Baosan slurped down his noodles while secretly observing the woman—no, the young woman. Her
hair was styled in a bun, she had delicate eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a small, exquisite nose, an oval face, tender, thin lips, and a pointed chin
. In short, she was "pretty," or "as beautiful as a flower." Because she
wore a bulky, diagonally-fastened cotton-padded jacket, her figure was obscured, but her breasts were very full, pushing the jacket high
.
None of that mattered. What mattered was her natural allure; her every glance seemed to give the
illusion that she was flirting with him, trying to seduce him.
This was probably what women universally hated as a "seductive vixen." To say he hated her was an understatement; it was more like envy and jealousy.
In the old society, any husband who married such a naturally alluring woman would have a lot to worry about, constantly
on guard against thieves, robbers, and even his own brothers and friends, fearing he might be cuckolded one day. But could he blame the woman?
What could she do with the looks her parents gave her… Yan Baosan pondered these thoughts as he ate his noodles.
After finishing his meal, Yan Baosan and the old man drank a pot of tea, then washed their feet and sat on the heated kang (
a traditional heated brick bed), chatting idly with the old man.
Through their conversation, he learned that the old man's name was Tian Baocheng, and he had two sons, the elder Tian Dazhuang and the younger Tian Erfei (
also known as Tian Pangzi). Three months ago, the two brothers had been conscripted by a warlord and sent to Niuzhen to serve in the army. The young woman's name was Miao Xiulian, the newlywed
eldest daughter-in-law. She fed the donkeys, served her father-in-law, and managed all the household affairs single-handedly; she was a diligent
and capable woman.
"Sister-in-law, you are truly a diligent and filial daughter-in-law," Yan Baosan sincerely praised Miao Xiulian
. "Brother, don't say that. This is what a daughter-in-law should do," Miao 　　Xiulian said, blushing
as she sat on a stool washing her father-in-law's feet . Just then, with a loud bang, the courtyard gate was pushed open. Immediately afterward, chaotic 　　footsteps and a shout 　　rang out in the courtyard : "Is Tian Baocheng home 　　?" "Xiulian, did you feed the donkey?" the old man asked Miao Xiulian. 　　"Father, it's not a donkey, it's the landlord, Ma Laohei." 　　At this moment, the house door was violently kicked open, and three people barged in. The leader was short and had a pointed face, 　　wore a fur robe, and walked with a domineering, crab-like gait. Behind him followed two typical old-society 　　lackeys, one with his arms crossed, the other carrying a leather whip. 　　"Oh...a guest?" The short man glanced at Yan Baosan, 　　then looked at Miao Xiulian's chest and buttocks with ill intent, grinned at the old man, and asked Tian Baocheng with a sneer, "Tian Baocheng, it's already October..."

"When are you going to pay the rent?"
Miao Xiulian seemed terrified of the short man, pleading cautiously, "Uncle Ma, could you please
give us a few more days? We really have no food left."
Old Ma, with his sharp black eyes, picked up a noodle from the stool and sneered, "Damn it, you have
noodles to eat but no food to pay rent, huh?" He threw the noodle at Miao Xiulian's face, pointed at Old Man Tian, and said,
"Tian Baocheng, you either pay the rent today, or I'll take the donkey to the accounts. I don't have time to come and urge you every day
."
"Uncle, that donkey belongs to the boy's uncle, it's not mine. Please be magnanimous and give us two more days." "
?" Tian Baocheng knelt on the kang (a heated brick bed), repeatedly bowing and pleading.
Old Ma's eyes darted around, his gaze fixed lecherously on Miao Xiulian's face. "How about this," he said, "I see your daughter-in-law
, Xiulian, is a hardworking woman. We're short of someone to cook and sweep. Let her work for me for a month, and that'll
count as rent. What do you say?"
"Second Master," Miao Xiulian said tactfully, "my father-in-law is getting old and needs my care. I can't go. "
Even a fool could see Old Ma was up to no good.
"Take her away!" Old Ma snapped.
"Alright!" Two lackeys rushed forward and began to pull at Miao Xiulian. "
Second Master, Second Master, you can't do this..." Miao Xiulian struggled desperately, tearing at the two lackeys.
The two lackeys, not content with their previous actions, began groping and groping the young woman's breasts and buttocks. Miao Xiulian, enraged
, grabbed a teapot lid and smashed it, but the lid flew off and, by sheer chance, hit Ma Laohei squarely
in the face. Ma Laohei, furious, roared, "Damn it! I'll strip this filthy bitch bare; I'm going to fuck her today!" "
The two lackeys were quick enough to rip open Miao Xiulian's belt, her cotton trousers sliding
down her white thighs, exposing her tender, sexy buttocks to the light. At the same time,
her cotton-padded jacket was torn open, revealing a pink undergarment. The undergarment trembled slightly with the young woman's high breasts
.
"Turn her over, hold her down!" Ma Laohei shouted excitedly, unbuckling his belt as he lunged forward
.
"You beast! Let me go..." Miao Xiulian cried, struggling, kicking Ma Laohei away as he tried to approach
.
"Stop!" "
Enraged, Yan Baosan leaped off the heated brick bed and kicked Ma Laohei, sending him flying with a crash
against the windowpane. The force of the kick stunned his two lackeys. While they were still
reeling, Yan Baosan grabbed them by their waistbands and tossed them into the yard, where they landed dazed and
confused.
When Yan Baosan returned to the inner room, Ma Laohei was scrambling through the drafty windowsill, cursing and snarling
, "Fuck your mother..."
"One more word and I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!" Yan Baosan pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Ma Laohei. "
Grandpa, you're my ancestor! I...I'm leaving..." Ma Laohei was terrified and hurriedly slid down from the windowsill
, fleeing in a panic.
Humiliated in front of her father-in-law and outsiders, Miao Xiulian even contemplated suicide. She lay on
the kang (heated brick bed) and sobbed bitterly, her cries filled with humiliation and deep sorrow. Even Yan Baosan felt a lump in his throat. However
, Tian Baocheng suddenly lashed out at Miao Xiulian, slamming his fist on the table and shouting, "What are you crying
for? You shameful thing! You've disgraced our Tian family for eighteen generations!
I didn't agree to Dazhuang marrying you back then!" "Sister Liu said you're a born vixen, whoever marries you is doomed
..."
Damn it!!
What kind of father-in-law is this? His daughter-in-law has been humiliated, and instead of comforting her, he's scolding her
? Damn it! Damn it... Yan Baosan was furious and almost couldn't resist slapping Old Man Tian across the face,
smashing his mouth.
"Waaah..." Miao Xiulian cried even harder.
"Get out! Go back to your parents' house! I'll make my son divorce you later!" Old Man Tian grabbed the teapot and
smashed it on the ground.
"Fine! I'll get out! I'll get out!" Miao Xiulian got up, covered her face, and ran away crying.

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