Rural life

The daylilies were starting to bud, and I knew the wheat harvest was almost here. I'd already harvested wheat for two years, plus alfalfa and hay; I was confident I could finish it all by myself. I loved wheat flour so much—it was so fine, and just thinking about it made my mouth water.
An old man led a tall, imposing male donkey to our village. The donkey was quite majestic, except for a wooden stick dragging under its tail, making its gait wobble. Grandma invited him in to sit, and as he spoke and smoked his pipe, she instructed me to fetch the female donkey. The man rolled up his sleeves and led his donkey around behind the female, occasionally touching and tugging at the female's crotch. Soon, a thick, long, shiny black thing dangled down. Then, just like in the circus performances my grandfather used to take me to when I was little, he gestured to the donkey, and it leaped onto the back of my family's donkey. So the man grabbed the long, black thing, aimed it at the donkey's rear end, and thrust it in like an injection.
He charged half a bushel of soybeans for each animal he bred. Weren't we short of food? How come they had such good soybeans? I thought they'd be delicious fried.
On Sunday, my sister and I went to fetch water. On the way, I told her about donkey breeding. She said she'd seen it before, and it was the same with people; as long as a man's penis went inside a woman and she urinated, she could get pregnant. I said I hadn't seen it clearly because I was holding the donkey, so she pulled up the tail of the water-carrying donkey to show me. I said it looked a lot like hers, and she hit me. The commotion attracted the dog, which chased us all the way down the mountain.
That very night, my penis got hard and went into my sister's vagina. I didn't know what happened at the time; after climbing on top and placing it between her legs, I rubbed it for a while and then I felt myself getting hard. She realized something was wrong and tried to touch me. The moment she lifted her buttocks, I felt something warm enter me, making my penis tingle. She panicked, pulling out one leg and bending it as if to flip me over, but it went in even further, causing more pain and swelling. I was nervous and at a loss, while she forcefully pulled out her other leg, which I was holding down. I figured if I was in pain, she must be in pain too, so I quickly turned to the side to let her pass, falling off her. My penis was suddenly pulled out of her crotch, a comfortable sensation that made me shudder. My buttocks started throbbing, a continuous throbbing, and gushes of something came out, covering her stomach.
I was terrified, and my sister was scared too, thinking I had peed on her. She pinched me hard and pulled off the blanket, making me wipe her. I touched it; it was sticky, making me even more frightened. Suddenly, a match lit up, and Grandma's terrifying face appeared in the light, before my hand could even be removed from her crotch.
My sister cried, I don't know why, she cried and cursed at me. I jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed) but didn't have time to run out, so I had to kneel naked at the very back of the cave
dwelling, enduring the pain as Grandma whipped my back with a rolling pin. Grandma was sick, so I went to fetch "Genzi" (a local doctor). After examining her, Grandma told him about my bad deeds, saying that I was wicked at such a young age. My legs hurt, and I limped in to get a sickle. Grandma pointed at me and said to "Genzi," "Look, how tall you are! What do you know at such a young age? All he knows is to mess with his sister. When she's asleep, he messes with her. I don't know who taught him that. Do you think his parents are any good people? Is there anything good in their family?..."
I couldn't sleep inside anymore, so Grandma found a tattered mat, and I took it to the livestock trough and laid it on the collapsed kang to sleep on. It was very cold at night, so I crawled into the livestock trough and wrapped myself in a quilt, which was warmer than the kang. Fortunately, the donkey rarely lay down, so I could reach out and touch its head, which made me less afraid, and I slept soundly.
It seemed everyone in the village knew I secretly slept with my sister at night; my face burned with embarrassment, and I couldn't escape, so my sister scolded me every day. Having no other choice, I got up early, carried the water back before dawn, and then went out to work in the fields, either cutting grass or hoeing, not returning until noon. After lunch, I would herd the sheep out and hide in the ditch, letting my imagination run wild. It
was time to harvest wheat again. My sister was on holiday, but she ignored me, calling me a "hooligan," saying very vicious things. I was worried my stepfather would find out when he came back, but he didn't come back to harvest wheat because I could harvest faster than the adults. In the golden wheat fields, I could hunch over and harvest from morning till night. My back hurt last year, and it hurt at first this year too, but after a few days, it went away. After getting used to it, I even hunched over while carrying water, and my grandmother called me a little old man, a lazy bum (a derogatory term).
Threshing wheat is a skilled job, and Grandma was worried I wouldn't know how to drive the donkey, so the millstone wouldn't grind it evenly or cleanly . She wanted to find someone to help. Just then, "Genzi" happened to be passing by after seeing my second sister-in-law in Lizhuang. Hearing Grandma mention it, he agreed to help.
They started after lunch and finished before dinner. While eating, he noticed my sister looked unwell, then wandered around the yard smoking his pipe, finally saying a ghost had entered the house and he needed to exorcise it for her. Grandma was terrified and begged him to do it, pulling out two yuan. So he put my sister on the kang (heated brick bed) in the small cave dwelling, chased Grandma out, and barricaded the door shut. I was gathering straw in the yard when I heard loud chanting inside. He kept chanting, and my sister's voice was also heard, but drowned out by the chanting. After a while, the door opened. He was smoking on the kang, and my sister came out and returned to the stove and cave dwelling. Her complexion was rosy; she really didn't seem as pale as before. Grandma happily gave "Genzi" some fresh wheat and saw him off.
After winnowing the wheat clean (tossing it up so the wind blows away the husks, leaving only the grains), I packed it up. There was more than in previous years, and I was very happy, as was Grandma. We could rest for a while, but since my family is small, I started plowing earlier than others to prepare for autumn planting.
It had been raining for the past few days, but today the sun came out, so I quickly harnessed the animals, carried the plow, and went to the field ridge. Because it was so early, I was the only one in the entire field, leading my two donkeys. At noon, I brought some coarse flour buns and ate them right there on the field ridge. After eating, I continued plowing, but a stone got stuck and broke the plow handle. There was no other way but to stop.
The midday sun was scorching, leaving me exhausted and thirsty. Usually, I let one donkey carry the plow and other things while I ride the other, but now the donkey's belly was starting to swell, so I dared not let it carry anything or ride it, and had to walk back.
At the entrance to the yard, I unloaded the plow and placed it beside the haystack, letting the donkeys graze around it. The courtyard was quiet; Grandma and my sister didn't seem to be home. The dog came over obediently and licked me, then followed me into the house. After drinking a large spoonful of water, I came out and squatted on the threshold to smoke my pipe. I didn't have a pipe; Fifth Uncle had secretly given it to me. I only dared to smoke like this when Grandma wasn't around; I usually smoked outside.
Suddenly, I heard a sound coming from the livestock shed—my place. My borrowed novel was there; I didn't want it stolen.
I hurried over, and as I reached the door, I heard my sister groaning, sounding like she was in pain. Was she sick again?
Just as I was about to go in, I heard the voice of Suige from the village: "Is it beautiful? Is it beautiful?" My sister answered, her voice muffled and mixed with other sounds. I put out my pipe, lifted my foot, and quietly went over, peeking my head through the half-open door. I saw Suige's white buttocks pressed against my sister's body in the haystack behind the kang (heated brick bed), his black penis half-buried in her flesh.
I was stunned, a surge of heat rising in my heart, a dizzying, unbearable sensation washing over me.
My sister saw me, and my brother scrambled to his feet. Then, my sister's very white nipples appeared before my eyes, whiter than freshly made
steamed buns. I felt even more uncomfortable, my face turning red, my neck bulging, gasping for breath. My brother yelled at me to get out and came over to close the door. My sister came over too, naked, and pulled me into the mill (the cave where wheat flour was ground), saying, "Don't tell Grandma, don't tell anyone. Afterwards, I'll let you have a turn too, you go out first..." Although I often touched her and played with her before, I had never seen her nipples like this in broad daylight. My eyes widened, thinking they were so beautiful, so gorgeous. I didn't even hear what she was saying until I finally heard, "You go out first and watch over people. Call me if anyone comes." Then I turned and ran.
I squatted by the pile of firewood, my hands trembling so much I couldn't even roll a pipe. Standing up, I looked down and saw my crotch bulging. I hadn't worn underwear in a long time. My belt was just a rope; when I tied it up, it pulled my baggy pants diagonally, making the crotch area look particularly unsightly.
A little while later, Brother Sui came out, squatted down, and asked me for a cigarette. I said I didn't have one. He told me not to tell anyone, or he'd accuse me of smoking a pipe and stealing his melons. I nodded in agreement, gave him a pipe, rolled one, lit it, and left.
My sister emerged from my livestock shed, dressed neatly, looking as stylish as my stepmother, though her hair was a bit messy. She went straight into the stove shed. I stared at the shed entrance; the sunlight outside was blinding, but inside it was pitch black, and I couldn't see a soul.
Just then, she came out of the doorway and beckoned to me. I quickly got up, brushing the dirt off my bottom as I ran over.
She sat on the threshold combing her hair, and I squatted down in front of her. She was very pretty and clean, while I was so dirty and ragged, I felt ashamed and didn't dare look at her. She tilted her head, her face flushed, and asked if I had seen her. I nodded, head down, and heard her giggle. After laughing, she asked, "Can you stand up?" I nodded again. There was silence for a while. I stole a glance at her and found her looking at me, somewhat disbelieving.
The dog wagged its tail and ran off. I stood up and looked up at the slope; Grandma was walking down it with small, quick steps.
My sister saw it too and told me, "Remember, don't tell anyone, or I won't talk to you." Grandma saw the tobacco stem at the door. I had only smoked half a cigarette. I usually don't throw away tobacco stems; I collect them, crush them, and mix them with my tobacco to roll more cigarettes. That one definitely wasn't mine. But Grandma was watching me, and I panicked and said, "Brother Sui came by ahead." My sister gave me a series of winks from behind Grandma. I knew I'd let it slip and stammered, not knowing what to say. My sister made up a lie, saying, "He came to borrow kerosene, but I didn't give it to him, and he left." That night, Grandma went inside to return the money to Auntie's house. My sister pulled me into the livestock shed, pinching and twisting me, saying I did it on purpose. I explained that I hadn't, that I'd just forgotten. She then took off her pants and made me touch her, saying that if I did, it wouldn't be on purpose.
I put some dry grass in the doorway, saying that we could hear outside from there, so Grandma would know if she came back. I took off my pants and climbed on it, but my penis didn't get erect. My sister said I wasn't up to it, that I wasn't big enough, and that I shouldn't touch it anymore. I said I wanted to touch her nipples, but she refused, saying my hands were dirty and I'd get her clothes dirty. I liked her nipples, so I stammered and begged, and finally she lifted them up so I could touch them. The moment my hand touched them, I felt
my penis get hard and try to burrow into her crotch. My sister sensed my erection and tried to pull my legs away, but I didn't understand and instead straddled her, pushing against her legs. She scolded me, saying I was incredibly stupid, and pinched my arm hard. I jumped up in pain and realized she had spread her legs, beckoning me to climb on top.
She reached down, grabbed my penis, aimed it at a spot, and pulled my buttocks to make me fold. I was anxious, my heart pounding, but I was afraid she didn't have an opening and I'd hurt her. She was very impatient, using both hands to pull my buttocks down, shoving my penis into her vagina. It felt like a warm, cozy nest inside, very comfortable. She told me to lift my buttocks and move them up and down, which I did. It felt even better, and after doing this continuously, my penis started to rub painfully. I wanted to pull out, but it was still so pleasurable, and I couldn't bear to, so I endured the pain and continued. My sister was moaning, and when I asked her, she said it was a pleasurable moan. So I imitated my brother and said, "Isn't it nice?" She said, "Yes," and I felt her hug me even tighter.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain at the head of my penis, where I urinate, as if the skin had been torn. I tried to get up, but she was holding my waist, so I couldn't. My buttocks started twitching again, and urine was gushing out in pulsations.
I shouted, "I peed inside, let go!" She felt it too, but she didn't let go. I don't know why, she waited until I finished urinating.
After leaving her, I looked at it in the light outside. My penis's foreskin was pulled back, and the reddish glans was completely exposed. It seemed a little swollen. I thought it might have become like this because it had been folded too tightly. My sister was putting on her pants, and as soon as she finished, she started hitting me, twisting my arm and yelling that I was inside her and that if I got pregnant, Grandma would beat me to death. I quickly ran out of the yard and squatted down to watch from a distance. Night had fallen, and the distant mountains were beginning to blur.
[The End]

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