[Urban] Zhang Wen's Homecoming (Complete) - 7-9

Episode 3

Synopsis:

Although the small fishing village is poor and backward, Zhang Wen has found a shocking path to wealth. If everything goes smoothly, making a fortune is no problem at all!

Having left home and dealt with his adoptive father's inheritance and house, Zhang Wen returns to the fishing village with a myriad of thoughts. He can't wait to see his sister... Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and the young couple are irresistibly drawn to each other. Zhang Shaolin, lost in passion, follows her brother's caresses, and even with their mother beside them, they cannot control themselves.

Chapter 1 Unbridled

"Hehe, I didn't see anything just now."

Xiao Dan seemed serious. Seeing her brother nod, she cheered excitedly, swaying her round, fragrant bottom, leaving Zhang Wen with a back view that left him with endless fantasies before running into the house.

Watching her cheerful back, Zhang Wen was momentarily stunned! He stood there dumbfounded for a while, unsure how to react to his sister's alluring yet absurd request. Xiao Dan was still a child, but she already possessed a charm that could arouse a man's desire. If he said her cuteness wasn't tempting, even Zhang Wen himself wouldn't believe it.

Zhang Wen followed her inside, his mind a jumbled mess. He tried to suppress his thoughts, but couldn't control his wicked desires. Xiao Dan's adorable, youthful naked body kept flashing through his mind. Though not as alluring as her older sister, her innocent charm was undeniably endearing. Zhang Wen felt an irresistible urge to savor those tender little folds of flesh.

The night sky was now dotted with stars, looking beautiful, but the silence outside was eerily quiet, broken only by the occasional chirping of insects, creating a desolate atmosphere. In stark contrast, inside the dimly lit oil lamp-lit hut, four beautiful women sat around a table, their figures appearing warm and inviting in the soft glow of the lamplight.

Bowls and chopsticks were already set on the table, a bowl in the center emitting fragrant steam, and several small salted fish and side dishes—a luxury for this family—were neatly arranged around it. Mother and older sister sat upright without touching their chopsticks. Xi'er, standing beside them, looked on with longing, eager to savor these rare delicacies. However, after being glared at by Xiao Dan, she sat obediently.

Zhang Wen quickly realized it was the custom his younger sister had mentioned before. Here, women couldn't eat before men; if they did, it meant the man in the family was useless, so they had to wait even if the food got cold. Although it was a bit outdated, it showed how severe the patriarchal custom was in this area.

Seeing them sitting so seriously, looking at him expectantly, Zhang Wen tried not to think too much about it and went over to distribute the cola to them, saying with a smile, "Why don't you eat first? It won't taste good if it gets cold."

"There's no reason for women to eat first!"

Chen Guixiang laughed as she set out her son's bowl and chopsticks. Although she was over thirty, she still enjoyed sweets like a young woman. After opening the cola for Xi'er and Zhang Shaolin, she eagerly grabbed a can and started drinking herself. The two little girls, who had been drooling, finally let go and began to devour the leftover chicken from the lunch soup in their bowls.

Zhang Wen looked at the bowl of that red medicinal wine next to his bowl, and thought about how he had drunk this wine and become so lustful that he had deflowered his sister. Now that she couldn't sleep with him, he was worried he would die from pent-up desire if he drank more

. He couldn't help but make a face and said, "Mom, why are you pouring me this wine again? I already drank it yesterday." "That stuff is good for your health. The more you drink, the more effective it will be,"

Chen Guixiang said seriously after putting a piece of tofu on her son's plate. "You're a bit thin and don't look very strong. Drinking more will be good for you. Besides, you'll be getting married in the future. How can you give me a big, fat grandson if you're not healthy?"

"Okay!"

Seeing his mother looking at him with such loving and expectant eyes, Zhang Wen couldn't bear to refuse her kindness. He simply picked up the bowl and drank it down in one gulp, making up his mind that he would rather get drunk that night than let his lust take over.

"That's good, come on! Have some soup to soothe your throat."

Chen Guixiang smiled happily, then took a bowl and ladled soup for Zhang Wen. The gentle maternal love on her face warmed everyone's hearts.

Although the medicinal wine wasn't very strong anymore, drinking so much at once still burned his throat. Zhang Wen shook his head, then picked up a can of beer and gulped down more than half of it! The icy feeling flowed down his throat and into his stomach, and he let out a long breath, finally feeling a little better.

"Xi'er, just eat, don't play with those things."

Zhang Shaolin, who had only taken a few bites, suddenly scolded Xi'er with a stern face, startling the little girl who looked aggrieved.

Zhang Wen turned his head and saw that Xi'er's slightly greasy little hands were holding several bronze-colored round objects, their color appearing very ancient and heavy. He couldn't help but curiously reach out his hands and coaxed, "Xi'er, be good, let Daddy see what you're holding."

Xi'er casually put the objects on the table and continued to eat. Zhang Wen immediately took the item and examined it closely. It was a very old copper coin, with many places covered in rust. After a while, he finally made out that it was a Qianlong Tongbao coin with old, vigorous characters; the calligraphy was powerful and the characters, though aged, possessed an air of authority. The word that immediately came to Zhang Wen's mind was: antique?

"Mom, do you still have these things?"

Zhang Wen's breathing quickened as he spoke. If these were genuine, it would be a windfall. In such a remote and impoverished place, there was no possibility of counterfeits. He felt an overwhelming surge of excitement and anticipation.

Seeing her son's sudden agitation, Chen Guixiang, though puzzled, pointed to the corner of the kang (heated brick bed) and said, "That's all. There used to be quite a few, but your sister and Xi'er lost a lot while playing. Now there's only this much left!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wen's heart pounded uncontrollably. He rushed to the corner of the kang and, under the dim oil lamp, frantically searched for all the worn-out, inconspicuous copper coins. Holding them in his hands, he carefully counted them—more than thirty in total.

Under the questioning gazes of the mother and daughters, Zhang Wen excitedly rummaged through the quilts and clothes, searching everywhere. After a while, unable to find a single coin, he finally gave up and sat back down at the table, panting heavily, laying out all the collected coins. He lowered his head and examined them one by one with wide eyes.

The more he looked, the more sweat poured down his forehead. These coins weren't just from the Qing Dynasty; quite a few were even from the Ming Dynasty! There were forty-three in total. At that number and the prices often mentioned on television, they could easily buy a decent apartment in the city, and maybe even have some left over.

Chen Guixiang, seeing her son's suddenly possessed behavior, his greedy appearance resembling that of a bandit, was immediately terrified. She asked worriedly, "Xiaowen, what's wrong? Don't scare your mother!"

Zhang Shaolin, also flustered by her brother's red eyes and excited expression, gently tugged at Zhang Wen's sleeve and said anxiously, "Xiaowen, are you alright?"

Zhang Wen shook his head vigorously, his gaze still fixed on the copper coins on the table. Trying to keep his voice calm, he asked tremulously, "Mom, where did we get these ancient coins? Do we still have them now? No, I mean these old things."

His words were somewhat incoherent.

“That’s all. I used to throw them around everywhere, and now these are all that’s left. Why are you asking? They’re unusable now, what’s so special about them?”

Chen Guixiang watched her son’s expression grow increasingly serious, as if his mind was heavy, and she became more and more worried.

“It’s nothing, I just like these old things.”

Zhang Wen calmed down a bit, thought for a while, and then shook his head, deciding not to tell them about the astonishing value of these small copper coins. After all, in this tiny place, it could easily spread, and if someone let slip, revealing their wealth, it might attract bad people. Moreover, if others also knew about it, it could cut off this sudden source of income.

"Why do you look like you've been chased by a wolf? You scared me to death!"

Hearing this, Zhang Shaolin breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest and giving Zhang Wen a reproachful look. "It's just some junk, why are you making such a fuss? Really!"

"Mom, is all this money from before?"

Zhang Wen quietly put the copper coins into his bag before turning back to Chen Guixiang and asking seriously.

Seeing that her brother ignored her, Zhang Shaolin pouted angrily! But seeing Zhang Wen's serious face, she obediently refrained from throwing a tantrum.

Chen Guixiang chuckled, looking at Zhang Wen with a mixture of amusement and reproach, saying, "Look at you making such a fuss. Every family has a little bit of old stuff. When I was little, there was that famine where people had to eat from the communal kitchens, right? The village was collecting copper and iron stuff everywhere. Back then, the old folks wanted to hoard some, thinking they could use it later and have some savings. But now we use banknotes! These things are useless now, mostly just for kids to play with."

"Exactly, look at all this old stuff,"

Zhang Shaolin pointed to the oil lamp, saying dismissively, "I heard that was left by some ancestor. Dad said it's been there since he can remember, and it's so old it's unrepairable. Why do you like these things?"

Zhang Wen immediately stood up and carefully placed the inconspicuous lampstand on the table. I never really noticed before that this old thing could be an antique. Now, looking closely, the black paint on it is almost completely peeled off, and it looks particularly ugly with patches of dark and light colors. There are also many worn and dilapidated areas. However, the magnificent dragon on the lamppost is still clearly visible, showing the craftsman's skill. It seems that in ancient times, it was not something that poor people could afford. Zhang Wen became increasingly excited as he looked at the box, continuing to press, "Are there any other old things like this?"

Chen Guixiang glanced suspiciously at her son, who seemed to have gone mad, but still got up and took out a small, exquisite wooden box from the bedside table, though it was quite chipped of its paint. She placed it on the table and said, "There's this too. When I came in, it was the box your great-grandmother used to store her jewelry. But by then, there wasn't much valuable stuff left in the house, so I put it aside since it wasn't very useful. Later, I was too lazy to even throw it away. If you hadn't mentioned it, I really wouldn't have remembered it."

The box was antique in appearance, with exquisite carving and craftsmanship. The flowing, graceful lines clearly showed the great care and effort the artisans had put into its creation. Seeing his mother drop the lamp on the table, Zhang Wen quickly picked it up with a pained expression, stroking it lovingly while asking with greedy eyes, "Mom, do you have any more of this? Bring it all out!" "Where would we get so many? Your dad and I bought all these new things for our wedding, and we threw most of them away long ago,"

Chen Guixiang said with a smile, a happy smile shining in her beautiful eyes. She seemed to be reminiscing about her girlhood and the beauty of the past, but also seemed to be mocking herself for being a mother of three so quickly.

Zhang Wen took a small dish and carefully transferred the oil and wick from the lampstand to it. He then wiped the thick layer of dust off the lampstand with a tissue and put it, along with the rustic little wooden box, into the package. He then gently placed the package on the cabinet that Xi'er couldn't reach before finally letting out a sigh of relief and sitting down. As soon as she sat down, seeing the puzzled looks from her sister and mother, she quickly explained, "Mom, a lot of people like these old things now. A friend of mine likes them too, and I want to take them over to show him!"

"That's strange. They can't even afford new things, so why do they like these old things? They're really crazy,"

Zhang Shaolin muttered before continuing to eat with her sister. In their eyes, these old things that had been displayed in their home for many years were already getting a bit tiresome.

Xiao Dan and Xi'er were busy fighting over food, ignoring Zhang Wen's unusual behavior, which saved them the trouble of explaining anything to the two little girls.

Chen Guixiang, however, was a bit puzzled. After all, her son's excited expression and obviously nervous demeanor from the moment he saw the copper coins seemed a bit abnormal. After thinking for a while, her bright eyes stared at Zhang Wen seriously, and she asked sternly, "Xiao Wen, tell Mom the truth, what do you want these for? You don't look like you're going to give them to a friend."

Seeing that her sister and Xiao Dan were no longer interested in the topic and were eating without even lifting their eyelids, she continued eating. Zhang Wen quickly and secretly kicked his mother under the table, then gave her a knowing look, saying he'd talk to her later. Seeing that she understood and didn't press the matter, he picked up his beer and started eating.

The fragrant chicken stew with tofu was a rare luxury in this family, even in the small village, but since Zhang Wen returned, they'd had this kind of dinner almost every day. For this poor little place, it was undoubtedly something they could only afford to eat during the New Year or other festivals. Everyone patted their bellies, full and satisfied, and as usual, they got Xi'er drunk and made her sleep peacefully. Seeing that the mosquitoes outside were gone, Zhang Wen stood up, stretched lazily, and walked outside with his beer, saying, "Such good weather, we should go for a walk after dinner, sitting here all the time isn't good."

"What a mess, going for a walk at this hour!" Zhang Shaolin muttered, picking up a picture book and looking at it. At the door, Zhang Wen turned back and casually asked, "Are you coming out or not?"

As he spoke, he subtly gave his mother a meaningful look.

Zhang Shaolin was holding a picture book and telling her younger sister, who was watching with great interest, something. Without looking up, she said, "I'm not going. What's good outside now? It's pitch black, there's nothing to see!"

Chen Guixiang immediately understood and packed up the bowls, plates, chopsticks, and other dishes. While carrying them, she put on her shoes and said, "Xiaowen, wait until Mom finishes washing these. We'll have a good chat, mother and son. It's not good to stay still after eating."

After saying that, the mother and son went out one after the other. It was already pitch black outside. From the high point of the hill, one could vaguely see the smoke from a few houses and the dim lights. The full moon hung high, and the sea breeze was refreshing. One could faintly hear the sound of waves crashing on the shore, which was very pleasant! However, Zhang Wen still felt that the cool sea breeze seemed to be mixed with a fishy smell, which was not very pleasant. But it wouldn't disturb the tranquility and pleasantness of this seaside village in the slightest! Chen Guixiang put the things down by the well, and while drawing water, she asked her son, who was standing beside her looking utterly captivated, with great curiosity, "Xiaowen, why are you making such a fuss over just a few old things? Is there something you can't let your older sister and the others know?"

"Mom, if I said those things could be sold for money, how much do you think they could fetch?" Zhang Wen felt his boiling blood calm down at this moment, and the excitement from before was gone from his face.

"What? Those things can be sold for money?"

Chen Guixiang laughed as if she'd heard an absurd joke. "Unless you sell them to those dead ghosts in the underworld, they wouldn't be able to use them!" Zhang Wen's mind was still filled with bright red banknotes, so even though his mother's smile made her beautiful figure sway gracefully, her ample hips and breasts creating a wildly tempting scene, Zhang Wen didn't feel any impulse or fantasies. He nodded seriously and said, "Mom, I'm serious. Nobody wants these things in your hands, but they can turn into money in my hands."

"Really? Can you sell them for ten or twenty?"

Chen Guixiang still didn't quite believe that those old things lying around in the corner could be sold for money. She poured water into the basin and asked teasingly.

Seeing that she still didn't believe him, Zhang Wen became anxious and was about to blurt out the value of these antiques, but after thinking about it, he decided it was better not to exaggerate. "Mom, I'm not joking. Take these things from our house, for example. If I took them out, I could easily make two or three thousand yuan. I have no reason to lie to you. Do I look like the kind of person who's all talk and no action?"

"Yes, if you weren't so smooth-talking, would you have fooled your sister into sleeping with you?"

Chen Guixiang still didn't quite believe him. After smiling and saying this, she realized it wasn't right for her, as an elder, to say such explicit things. She immediately changed the subject and asked, "Xiao Wen, you're really not lying to me? These old things can be sold for money, and for so much?"

"Mom, what can I say to make you believe me..."

Zhang Wen hadn't paid much attention to her earlier words, but seeing his mother still looking doubtful, he was getting impatient.

"Alright, Mom believes you, okay? Look how anxious you are!"

Chen Guixiang said cheerfully as she drew water from the well and washed the dishes. "If we can really make money selling them, Mom can hold a few more grandchildren. There's no need to daydream all day. I'll build you a house and help you get married. I'll be content with that!"

Zhang Wen was touched that his mother thought of him first, and felt guilty for deceiving her great maternal love. He bent down to help her wash the dishes and said softly, "Mom, don't worry, I'll make sure you're busy holding all the grandchildren. You won't have enough hands and feet to hold them all. I'll give you ten or eight so you can play with them slowly!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Perhaps it was her son's considerate words that made Chen Guixiang feel happy. She giggled and patted Zhang Wen's head with her still greasy hand, half-jokingly saying, "Mom is getting old. I owe your father and you three little brats the first half of my life. You want me to take care of my grandchildren for the second half of my life? You want to work me to death? Right now, I just want to be able to eat and sleep, and I'll thank God."

Zhang Wen looked at his mother's charming smile, which was full of love. Her mature and charming demeanor made him feel dizzy for a moment. Zhang Wen couldn't help but stare at her for a while. Suddenly snapping out of her daze, she quickly flattered him in a joking tone, "Anyone who dares say my mom is old, I'll fight them to the death! That's just asking for trouble. Look at your charming figure and beautiful face, you'd be more like my sister. If you said you were my mom, people would probably think I'm a monster who grows a meter a year!"

"You little rascal, you've got a sweet tongue!"

Chen Guixiang was overjoyed by her son's words, happily stacking the washed dishes as she stood up. Just as she turned around, she suddenly stopped, sighed softly, and said, "Xiaowen, actually, Mom doesn't expect you to be very successful, nor does she want you to earn a lot of money to provide for Mom. As long as our family is safe and sound together, even eating simple food will be sweet."

"Mom, don't worry! I'll definitely make sure you have a good life."

Looking at his mother's loving face and the undisguised affection in her voice, Zhang Wen felt a warmth in his heart and a surge of masculine responsibility rose within him. He immediately made a solemn promise.

Chen Guixiang smiled happily and said with concern, "Look at you, you're so capable! Hurry up and come inside! It'll get chilly soon."

Zhang Wen nodded, then reluctantly moved towards the house, watching his mother's graceful and charming figure walk towards the kitchen.

When he entered the house, only his older sister was still awake, engrossed in the vibrant words and exquisite pictures in the magazine! Xiao Dan, no matter how energetic she was, was still a child. She had already made her bed and was asleep, her sweet and steady breathing echoing softly in the small room; Xi'er was also sleeping sweetly beside her. The scene of the two little girls falling asleep together and their delicate little feet peeking out from under the covers was truly captivating.

"Xiao Wen, you got up a little early today, hurry up and go to sleep!"

Zhang Shaolin looked up, glanced at her younger brother, put the book aside, and said gently. Seemingly recalling their absurd yet wonderful affair last night, two intoxicating blushes quickly crept onto her beautiful face, and a light mist began to cover her charming eyes.

Zhang Wen chuckled inwardly. Although his sister spoke calmly, he could see a deep passion in her eyes. It seemed she, too, was still thinking about matters of the heart.

Seeing that the blankets and pillows were all laid out, it seemed his sister intentionally wanted to sleep with him, their bedding intertwined. Looking at his sister's shy, affectionate face under the lamplight, Zhang Wen couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. He slowly slipped under the covers and said seductively, "Sister, you should sleep too! I want to hold you while I sleep."

Zhang Shaolin nodded, moved, but still cautiously said, "Let's wait a while, until Mom falls asleep."

"Okay, I'll lie down for a bit then."

As Zhang Wen spoke, he smelled a fresh fragrance. The dry branches of some unknown tree burning by the kang (heated brick bed) emitted a faint, yet slightly pungent, scent, seemingly used to repel mosquitoes. The two gazed at each other silently, Zhang Shaolin's eyes filled with tender affection as she waited. Time seemed to pass incredibly slowly.

Chen Guixiang finished tidying up, went inside, and bolted the door. Turning around, she noticed the fleeting desire in her eldest daughter and son's eyes. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she calmly sat down on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) and said, "Little sister, don't sleep here tonight. Mom will sleep next to Xiaowen."

"Mom, I..."

Zhang Shaolin understood the implication in her mother's words; she was still afraid that she and her brother wouldn't be able to resist. She hesitated slightly, but still said directly, "I want to sleep with Xiaowen, okay?"

"Silly girl..."

Chen Guixiang saw her daughter's shy yet infatuated expression, as if recalling her own youth. After affectionately patting Zhang Shaolin's head, she whispered, "You've just lost your virginity. You can't have sex now; it'll hurt your body. Listen to your mother, just bear with it."

Zhang Shaolin's pretty face flushed, and she bit her lip, explaining somewhat flusteredly, "Mom, I don't... I don't want that!" Her voice trailed off, barely audible.

Chen Guixiang's face hardened, and she shook her head firmly, saying, "No, I've been through that age! How could I not understand what you two are thinking right now? You go and sleep on the side!" Zhang Wen had already turned to his side, pretending to sleep, not wanting to say anything more at this moment. However, seeing her mother's words, she couldn't help but turn around and sincerely promise, "Mom, don't worry, I'll behave and won't do anything rash."

She then looked at her with a pleading and obedient expression. Chen Guixiang smiled at her son, her tone clearly teasing, "Xiaowen, it's not that Mom doesn't trust you. But you men can be quite impulsive. Listen to me! I'm doing this for your own good."

"Mom, it's okay. I'm a grown man, I know how to take care of myself. If Xiaowen dares to do anything rash, I'll kick him."

Zhang Shaolin clenched his small fist and said resolutely. It sounded like a joke, but also like he was serious.

"Alright!"

Seeing that she couldn't resist her daughter and son's determination, Chen Guixiang thought for a while and reluctantly agreed. Standing up, seeing the two exchanging glances again, she gently said, "Let's go to sleep now. Shall I blow out the light?"

"Go ahead!"

Zhang Shaolin smiled happily, lay down in her own bed, and turned to look at her younger brother with a smug and mischievous expression. "Did you hear me, Xiaowen? If you dare to do anything reckless, I'll kick you to death! Mom has already given her permission!"

"No, no."

Zhang Wen pretended to be scared, but he couldn't resist slipping his hand under the covers and reaching for his sister's soft, boneless hand. Their fingers intertwined tightly, and he looked at her expectantly.

Zhang Shaolin, her face flushed with desire, looked at Zhang Wen with tenderness and feminine charm, saying, "Xiao Wen, go to sleep early!" "Mm!" Zhang Wen nodded in agreement, but couldn't resist gently scratching her palm with his fingernail, eliciting a coquettish scolding from Zhang Shaolin.

Watching her son and daughter being intimate in front of her, Chen Guixiang shook her head helplessly, blew out the oil lamp, and the room immediately became pitch black. After getting onto the kang (heated brick bed), she groped her way to her middle quilt, but stopped abruptly just as she was about to crawl in, still sternly instructing, "Xiao Wen, your sister only lost her virginity last night. If you want what's best for her, you mustn't do anything reckless again, understand?"

"Yes, yes!"

Zhang Wen hurriedly replied, but for some reason, the thought of discussing such a topic with his mother on the kang made him feel strangely excited. His hand, hidden under his sister's quilt, began to wander to her flat, firm abdomen.

Zhang Shaolin knew her younger brother still couldn't behave, and after a shy moment of thought, she suddenly slapped Zhang Wen's hand away. Just as Zhang Wen was wondering if his sister really didn't want to be intimate with him, he suddenly heard two rustling sounds of different frequencies coming from next door, along with the sound of clothes rubbing against bodies. He then realized that his sister wanted to take off her clothes to sleep, but what was more exciting was that his mother was also starting to undress. Imagining two beautiful women beside him in the darkness removing their cumbersome restraints and revealing their delicate, fair skin, Zhang Wen couldn't help but get an erection.

While Zhang Wen was lost in his fantasies, he suddenly felt a soft little hand silently slip under his blanket, brazenly touching the edge of his shorts and slowly pulling them down. The trembling pleasure from the soft little hand and sharp nails gliding across his skin made Zhang Wen unconsciously take a deep breath, immediately lifting his buttocks to let his sister take off his pants.

"Xiaowen, what are you doing?"

Chen Guixiang, having heard the slight commotion, immediately asked worriedly, "Remember what I said, hold back, okay?"

"Okay."

Zhang Wen's underwear had been silently pulled off by his sister, his hard penis immediately sticking out against the thin blanket. Before he could even react, he felt the blanket being pulled open, and a warm, soft body, exuding a captivating heat, slipped in and hugged him tightly.

This time, Zhang Shaolin's movements were a bit louder. Chen Guixiang reached out and touched her daughter's blanket, finding it empty, and immediately said anxiously, "Big sister, why did you go to Xiaowen's side? Didn't I tell you not to have sex at night? Why don't you listen?"

"Mom, I just wanted to hold Xiaowen while we slept, I didn't mean anything else."

Zhang Shaolin was a girl who dared to love and hate, and she pressed her soft body against her brother's chest, her small hands slowly caressing his not-so-broad, but very firm, chest.

"It's okay, Mom, I can bear it!" Zhang Wen assured her confidently, while already wrapping his arms around his sister's soft, boneless waist, pressing her skin tightly against his body.

"Oh, you child..."

Chen Guixiang seemed to have anticipated this; no matter how much she said, she figured that once she fell asleep, the two of them would still be glued together. At this moment, besides sighing, she didn't know what to do.

Zhang Wen felt two soft mounds of flesh pressing tightly against his ribs, and his sister's legs had somehow become wrapped around his body. The soft, delicate skin and the playful little hands touching his nipples made Zhang Wen's head start to heat up, especially since his sister had taken off all her clothes and was hugging him tightly, naked. With the slightest movement of his legs, he could feel her soft body hair and protruding pubic bone pressing against his legs, a feeling that was extremely stimulating.

"Xiao Wen, if it's for your sister's sake, you have to bear it, understand?" Chen Guixiang, after all, was still a mother, and even at this moment, she didn't forget to give him caring advice. Although it sounded a bit long-winded, the deep care in her words was still heartwarming.

"I know... ah..."

Just as Zhang Wen was speaking, his older sister playfully climbed onto his chest, her little mouth slowly licking his chest. Although the movements were quite clumsy, her soft little tongue slid over the man's equally sensitive nipple, and the fine strands of hair brushing against his skin brought a thousand different kinds of itching sensations, stimulating Zhang Wen so much that he couldn't help but let out a cry.

"You... how..."

Chen Guixiang heard the sound of drooling coming from her son's bed, and as someone with experience, she knew exactly what was going on. Although she didn't know what they were doing, she at least knew that the two of them couldn't hold back anymore. She felt a little annoyed at the two children for being so insensible, and couldn't help but scold them, "Why can't you still hold back?"

"It's okay, Mom... we're just sleeping together, we're not doing anything else..."

Zhang Wen's voice was already weak, without any confidence. The older sister had already noticed her manhood was painfully hard, and she actually grasped it with one hand and slowly began to stroke it. She pressed her entire body against him, kissing him gently, from his chest, stomach, and lower abdomen, licking her way down, leaving sweet saliva that slowly slid down. Now, she even playfully used her soft little tongue to probe his belly button.

Zhang Wen was immediately aroused, his breathing quickening, and his body trembling slightly. His sister was really bold; she had agreed so readily, and now that their mother wasn't asleep, she was already teasing him like this. It seemed he really needed to drink that medicinal wine more often to cope with his sister's fiery passion! Chen Guixiang, hearing her son's heavy breathing, had a rough idea of what was happening. Although it was dark and not very clear, she could already see a faint outline. After getting into her son's bed, the daughter had initially been restless, fidgeting around, and now she was even moving around between his lower body, kissing his genitals just like she had in the afternoon. Hearing the suppressed breathing and faint sounds from next door, Chen Guixiang, parched with desire, felt a restlessness stirring within her, and her body began to heat up.

Zhang Shaolin, as if teasing, squatted between her brother's legs, one hand cradling his scrotum in her palm, gently stroking it, the other manipulating his long shaft, and began kissing the throbbing head with her small mouth. Her sweet voice seemed to soften with arousal, whispering, "Brother...is it comfortable..."

Hearing his sister's soft yet seemingly aroused voice from under the covers, Zhang Wen felt a thousand ants crawling on his heart. His sister's warm, moist mouth slowly lowered, taking his glans into her mouth, and he felt his mind go blank. But because his mother was nearby, he dared not answer her question, passively enjoying this unprecedented pleasure. His large hand unconsciously pressed down on his sister's head, hoping she would take it deeper.

Encouraged, Zhang Shaolin continued to diligently lick and suck her brother's penis. Seeing that his mother had stopped moving, Zhang Wen probably figured she couldn't and didn't want to interfere anymore. Driven by lust, he slowly bent over, lifting his sister's delicate body up sharply, pressing her against his chest. He kissed her ear, panting, and said, "Sis, turn your butt around, I want to drink your juices."

Zhang Shaolin was also feeling unbearably hot; pleasure was like a poison—once you'd experienced its exquisite taste, you couldn't stop. Hearing her brother's words, she trembled involuntarily, remembering the soul-stirring sensation of the previous night. Her lower body became slightly wet, but she didn't say much. Carefully, she moved her body, presenting her round, full buttocks to her brother's face, and then bent down to lick his penis. She had somehow instinctively assumed a 69 position.

Zhang Wen felt a warm body temperature and a faint salty smell wash over him. He slightly raised his hand and touched his sister's plump, fragrant buttocks, pulling her down to his lips. His sister's sexy, intimate area was now close to his mouth; he licked it with his somewhat rough tongue and found it already wet. He couldn't help but press it closer, slowly licking the sensitive petals and the moist, tender flesh beneath. Zhang Shaolin trembled with pleasure and immediately reciprocated, lowering her head to take her brother's penis into her mouth and begin to stroke it.

Chen Guixiang was stunned. In the darkness, she saw her daughter's white buttocks exposed, pressed against her son's, the two of them kissing each other's genitals. The wet, smacking sounds, like a thousand ants, began to irritate her senses, making her breath quicken. She couldn't muster the courage to rebuke their lewd behavior.

Zhang Wen recklessly savored his sister's tender lower body, parting the tightly protective labia with both hands, pressing his face against hers, his tongue curling into a ball as he devoured her sweet fluids, gently teasing the sensitive clitoris. His sister's flower-like opening was an inexhaustible source, the overflowing dew seemingly endless. He felt his sister's body gradually soften, as if her strength had waned from his less-than-skilled but effective licking. Zhang Shaolin, her mouth filled with

her brother's penis, was overwhelmed by pleasure, losing all strength to support her head. Long streams of saliva flowed down her lip, and suddenly she felt an electric shock-like pleasure coursing through her body, a sensation so intense it felt like her soul was leaving her body. She arched her back in pleasure, beginning to convulse violently.

Zhang Wen felt his sister's fragrant buttocks pressing hard against his face, swaying violently, the sweet dew smearing half his face. Knowing immediately that his sister was about to climax, he quickly inserted a finger into her wet vagina with a "plop" sound, thrusting it in and out a few times. He felt her tender flesh contract powerfully, and a gush of warm fluid spurted out, even spraying onto his face.

"Ugh..."

Zhang Wen felt his sister's mouth suddenly tighten around his penis, her delicate body stiffening and covered in sweat. As she licked the fluid into her mouth, she immediately went limp like mud, collapsing onto him, panting heavily, her mouth still holding his penis, saliva dripping down her thighs and onto her buttocks.

Zhang Wen was also feeling incredibly aroused. His sister's beautiful breasts pressed against his lower abdomen like two fireballs. With each deep breath, he could feel their softness and firmness, and the two hard little cherries on top were particularly stimulating. He couldn't help but grab his sister's head, his large mouth continuing to lick her smooth, moist vulva while he thrust his hips in and out of her seemingly weak mouth.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Zhang Shaolin also felt her brother's roughness. That hard thing was pounding wildly in her mouth. His rough tongue was also causing trouble in her tender vulva, and discomfort and pleasure came at the same time. Her mind was so chaotic that she couldn't think straight. She only knew that every time her brother's penis entered, she would instinctively lick it a few times with her sweet little tongue.

Zhang Wen couldn't care less about anything at this point. Even his mother's presence couldn't stop the impulse and lust that filled his mind. As he forcefully thrust into his sister's mouth, he suddenly heard an uncoordinated breathing sound. Listening closely, he realized it was coming from his mother, accompanied by faint moans and the sound of her writhing. Could it be… that his mother was masturbating? The thought exploded in Zhang Wen's mind. While he was making love with his sister, his mother was secretly masturbating. Imagining his mother's shapely curves trembling slightly under the covers, her delicate hands gently caressing and stimulating her mature clitoris, an irresistible pleasure surged through him. He felt a jolt in his waist, grabbed his sister's head and slammed it against hers a few times, then forcefully ejaculated his thick semen into her delicate mouth.

His entire body hardened with the sensual pleasure, and Zhang Wen's thighs twitched with pleasure, but soon went limp again. He gasped for breath, his face burning with sweat.

The passionate moans vanished in an instant. Zhang Wen's mind was still a jumble of thoughts after his climax. He lay there weakly, breathing heavily, while his older sister beneath him diligently cleaned his slowly softening penis with her small mouth. Listening closely, he could tell that his mother had probably realized she was finished; the moans and slight movements had ceased.

Zhang Shaolin licked her brother's penis clean, her mouth filled with the sticky, slightly fishy-tasting substance, unsure where to spit it out. Helpless, she could only frown and swallow them all. Then she slowly turned around and climbed into her younger brother's arms, lying down while touching his still heaving chest. She whispered reproachfully, "You little devil, Wen, were you crazy just now? You made my mouth hurt so much."

"Hehe... Sis! It's all your fault I went crazy. Who told you to lick me so comfortably? Hehe! You're so wet, I almost drowned!"

Zhang Wen's tone was particularly flirtatious and wanton, unlike his sister who deliberately lowered her voice to avoid being heard. Instead, he spoke louder. He thought wickedly that his mother could definitely hear him!

"Hmph... You just know how to bully people, I'm not coming anymore."

Zhang Shaolin nestled into her younger brother's arms in a coquettish manner, her soft, boneless hands slowly wrapping around Zhang Wen's waist. She said sweetly, "Brother, sleep!"

"Mmm..."

Zhang Wen responded gently, then hugged his sister's body, which was covered in sweat, even tighter. Gently stroking her slightly disheveled hair, listening to her gradually calming breathing, his sister nestled close to his chest like a child, soon falling into a deep sleep.

Looking at Zhang Shaolin's sweet smile in his arms, he realized she was clearly a young woman experiencing her first love and receiving the affection of her lover! This sexy and alluring beauty was actually his woman; Zhang Wen could hardly believe that everything from last night was real.

His mind kept replaying the scene of his mother masturbating in bed. Although he hadn't seen anything, just hearing her moans and the movement of the blankets, he knew she was also irresistibly listening to his and his sister's moans while masturbating. Thinking about this, he couldn't fall asleep. Of course, Zhang Wen wasn't bold enough to go to his mother's bedside right now; he could only let his mind wander.

Zhang Wen stared at the ceiling, wide awake. Time passed, and gradually he was the only one awake in the house. His mother seemed to have drifted off to sleep, her once gentle breathing becoming steady and even.

Holding such a sexy and alluring woman in his arms, his manhood, which had just been satisfied in his sister's mouth, immediately hardened again. He could easily possess her beautiful body once more if he opened her legs wide, but Zhang Wen restrained his surging desire. He looked lovingly at his sister, who was nestled against him like a little bird, sighed softly, and continued counting sheep to keep his mind from wandering into wicked thoughts.

Only when the sky began to lighten did Zhang Wen feel a little sleepy. His mind, which had been agitated all night, finally calmed down. He slowly closed his heavy eyelids, held his sister's soft body, and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Two: The Longing of Separation

"Are you looking for death..."

Zhang Wen was groggily awakened from his sleep by a furious shout. It sounded like his mother's angry yelling. She immediately jumped up, throwing off the covers, only to find the kang (heated brick bed) completely empty. Judging from the sunlight streaming in through the window, it was at least midday.

The lingering scent of a passionate night seemed to still fill the small house, but Zhang Wen wasn't thinking about it now. Afraid something might have happened to his mother, he quickly put on his shorts and rushed out of the yard. However, the scene before him made him both laugh and cry. He'd thought that dog had brought people to cause trouble, which was why his mother was yelling so loudly; it turned out his family was just playing around.

In the yard, Chen Guixiang, hands on her hips, was twisting her younger brother Chen Qiang's ear forcefully, as if it were a playful squabble, yet also serious. Her angry expression was surprisingly charming.

When Chen Guixiang saw her son hastily put on his pants and run out, her face flushed. But she immediately reverted to her old self, yelling angrily at her younger brother, who was more than a head taller than her, "Look at your loud voice! You woke up my son with your shouting! You won't be happy unless I give you a good spanking!"

"Sis, be gentle. My ears are made of flesh and blood, they hurt!"

Chen Qiang, who was muscular and as strong as a small mountain, was now half-lying on the side, looking miserable like a child being scolded.

Zhang Wen couldn't help but chuckle. It was really funny that his uncle, who was like an ape-king, was being disciplined by his petite mother. And his pleading look was truly comical.

"It's alright, Xiao Wen, go back to sleep! Your uncle is so disrespectful, coming here to yell so early in the morning. I'll teach him a lesson."

Chen Guixiang didn't even dare to look at her son, turning her head away and speaking in a nonchalant tone. Perhaps recalling the steamy events of the previous night, his face flushed slightly! Zhang Wen was both amused and exasperated; his uncle's robust physique seemed pitiful, like a child, under his mother's imposing presence. Seeing his pleading gaze, he quickly stepped forward to dissuade him: "Alright, Mom, I've had enough sleep. Besides, it's so late, if I sleep any longer, I'll really turn into a pig. Let go of Uncle!"

"For my son's sake, I'll spare you this time,"

Chen Guixiang said angrily, releasing his hand, but turning her head away, not daring to look at her son's face.

Chen Qiang rubbed his ear vigorously, looking pitiful, and said, "I just came back to see my nephew, and you really had the heart to do that. If I weren't still in good health, this ear would be left for you to drink with tonight." "

Hmph, fine, you think I wouldn't dare to eat it?"

Chen Guixiang said, hands on her hips, with an air of "If you dare say another word, I'll beat you to death. "

"Okay, okay... Sister. I was wrong, alright?"

Chen Qiang immediately bowed and scraped, begging for forgiveness.

Zhang Wen knew this was just a playful squabble between her mother and uncle, but seeing her uncle, who was about the size of a giant, being bullied by her petite mother, she still found it rather amusing. The two were not in the same league in terms of height or physique, so why was there such a big difference?

Zhang Wen smiled and offered her uncle a cigarette, then asked, "Uncle, you're back so soon! How did the sales go?"

Chen Qiang cheerfully took the cigarette, lit it, took a satisfying puff, and pointed to the sack with only one or two snakes left, saying, "Hehe, sales were pretty good. I made over four hundred this time. I kept two for your mom to make you some soup to nourish you."

"Hehe, thank you, Uncle."

Zhang Wen immediately nodded in thanks, then looked back and saw her mother standing there smiling, but her expression was still somewhat uneasy. She guessed that the absurd events of the previous night still made her feel somewhat embarrassed, and with her uncle here, she felt a little uneasy.

"It's only natural for a nephew to eat his uncle's food, there's no need for thanks,"

Chen Guixiang said earnestly, then her tone softened as she spoke gently to Zhang Wen, "Xiao Wen, don't stay here and keep your uncle company. Go wash your face, Mom will make you something to eat."

"Okay, then Uncle, you sit down first!"

Zhang Wen nodded, stretched, and walked towards the well, washing up while watching his mother and uncle chatter animatedly about this and that. Hearing his mother's occasional melodious laughter, his mood improved.

However, he still couldn't believe it. His uncle, with his robust and masculine appearance, laughing heartily when talking about something funny, and with that deep voice, seemed like the epitome of a strong man. But in reality, his manhood was ruined; he was a eunuch, unable to have sex. It didn't look like it at all; life is truly amazing!

After washing his face, Zhang Wen felt refreshed and comfortable. The summer sun at the beach wasn't yet scorching in the morning, and the locust tree in the yard was a good place to cool off. The only downside was that the midday sun became extremely harsh, accompanied by the incessant chirping of cicadas, which was quite irritating.

"Xiao Wen, what do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you,"

Chen Guixiang said with a smile as she saw her son approaching.

Chen Qiang seemed to know his sister's temper; he wanted to say, "A child can do it himself; why does he need adults to wait on him?"

but he swallowed the words. Saying that would probably get him a beating. It's better to be smart, so he remained silent and smoked his cigarette.

“Mom, I’m not hungry right now. Sit down, I have something to tell you.”

Zhang Wen said, finding a low stool to sit on, leisurely lighting a cigarette before slowly speaking, “Mom, I want to leave today. I need to go out and finish everything as soon as possible, then come right back.”

“So urgent? Can’t you wait a little longer?”

Chen Guixiang felt a pang of reluctance upon hearing her son’s departure and tried to persuade him to stay in a conciliatory tone.

Chen Qiang, curious, asked, "Xiao Wen, is there anything you haven't finished taking care of? I heard you've only been back for less than ten days or half a month, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Zhang Wen took a puff of his cigarette, thought for a moment under his mother's earnest gaze, and then said, "I still have a house and things to take care of outside, and there are some things I need to pack up. I don't think this delay is a solution, so I might as well finish everything at once, come back here to build a new house, find something to do, and then not leave again. Otherwise, I'll always be thinking about it and won't feel at ease."

"That's a good idea!"

Chen Qiang nodded approvingly and said, "Is there anything I can help you with? Your uncle has plenty of free time now, so please don't hesitate to ask."

"It's nothing."

Zhang Wen shook his head, then, seeing the sadness and reluctance on his mother's face, he immediately said with heartache, "Mom, don't worry. I'll be back in about ten days to two weeks. Before I leave, I'll have Bao Ye help us build the house. When I come back, we'll move in together, and you'll have a grand new home!"

"My child, Mom can't bear to part with you!"

Chen Guixiang's eyes were already a little red, and her nose was starting to sting.

"Sister, don't worry about it. Xiaowen is a grown-up now, it's not strange for him to go out for a while. You can't expect to keep him tied to your side!"

Chen Qiang patted Zhang Wen's shoulder and comforted him, "Besides, it's not like he's never coming back. Xiaowen is only gone for ten days or half a month. When he comes back, he'll get married and have a baby. Life will be wonderful then."

"Okay, then!"

Chen Guixiang rubbed her eyes, trying hard not to cry, and gave a charming smile before saying, "Xiaowen, when are you planning to leave? Uncle Chen's boat should be setting sail soon." "

A little while?"

Zhang Wen asked, somewhat surprised.

Chen Qiang nodded and said, "That's right. Uncle Chen's boat sometimes doesn't sail for ten days or half a month. Sometimes it sails for several days in a row, the schedule is unpredictable. It depends on whether there are enough people going. Right now there are a lot of people, so he's sailing back and forth again today. After this trip, he probably won't be sailing for the rest of the month. If you want to go out, you'd better pack your things quickly."

"Okay..."

Zhang Wen stood up and was about to pack when he suddenly had a bright idea and turned around to ask, "Mom, have my sister and younger sister gone out?"

Chen Guixiang knew what her son was worried about as soon as she heard this, and immediately said, "It's okay, go pack your things! Your sister and the others went to the dock to buy things. I'll tell them when they come back. Don't worry about home when you go out, just take good care of yourself. Mom is here."

"Okay..."

Zhang Wen then turned around and went back into the house with peace of mind, hurriedly packing his things. To put his mother's mind at ease, he left all the clothes in his bundle, only packing the copper coins and a table lamp and wooden box that he didn't know if they were antiques. He changed into a set of casual clothes and walked out lightly.

Seeing that her son had packed so simply, neatly placing his clothes and other belongings by the kang (a heated brick bed), Chen Guixiang breathed a sigh of relief. However, she couldn't help but ask with concern, "Xiaowen, why didn't you bring your clothes? You won't have anything to change into on the way."

"Mom, I have clothes to change into. Besides, it's only a short trip, why bring more clothes? It's too much trouble! I'll be right back, I don't want to tire myself out,"

Zhang Wen said, half-jokingly and half-seriously. He clearly saw a hint of happiness flash in his mother's eyes, which immediately comforted him.

After packing, Zhang Wen walked to the courtyard gate. Chen Guixiang followed behind with a melancholy expression. Thinking that her son had only been home for less than three days and was already leaving again with his luggage, despite her deep reluctance, there was nothing she could do. She stopped abruptly at the door, forcing a smile, and said, "Alright, Xiaowen, I'll stop here. I still have chores to do. Your uncle can take you there later!"

"Mom, you..."

Zhang Wen saw his mother's beautiful eyes were already slightly red, knowing she didn't want to cry in front of him. He called out emotionally, but didn't know what to say next.

"Don't say anything. I still have to cook for your sister and the others later. Besides, you're a grown man now, what do you need me to worry about?"

Chen Guixiang's face was full of the sorrow of separation, trying her best to hold back the tears in her eyes, not letting them fall in front of her son.

"Well, I'm going now."

Zhang Wen looked tenderly at his mother's pitiful little girl face, and couldn't help but take her small hand, saying emotionally, "Mom, take good care of the family! I'll be back soon."

"Okay, take good care of yourself on the way, okay?"

Chen Guixiang held her son's hand firmly, giving him caring advice.

"I will, and you take good care of yourself too."

Zhang Wen nodded earnestly.

Chen Qiang looked up at the sky, oblivious to the touching scene of mother and son. After calculating the time, he urged, "Alright, let's hurry up! If we don't make it now, we'll have to wait a month."

Only then did Zhang Wen reluctantly let go of his mother's soft, boneless hand, waving goodbye as he followed his uncle towards the sea. Chen Guixiang also stood at the gate of the courtyard, watching her son's receding figure for a long time. When her son's figure disappeared around the corner of the muddy road, tears immediately streamed down her face.

As Chen Qiang walked, he kept reminding her, "Xiao Wen, you can't stay out too long this time. I'm afraid your mother will get sick from worrying, you know?"

His earnest nagging was a far cry from his usual carefree manner, making Zhang Wen feel a deep sense of familial love.

"Okay, Uncle, I'll be as fast as I can,"

Zhang Wen replied absentmindedly, his mind racing with thoughts of how heartbroken his sister would be if she knew he'd left without saying goodbye. He blamed himself for his impulsiveness and not telling her beforehand. Sigh… he'd make it up to her when he got back!

The two chatted as they walked, reaching a sandy beach, completely in the opposite direction from the dock they'd visited last time. The howling sea breeze and golden sand lifted Zhang Wen's somewhat melancholy mood slightly. Ahead, they saw a passenger boat, seemingly converted from an old vessel. The only flaw was that, despite the careful construction, the rows of wooden planks nailed together and the straw mat roof looked incongruous, and it emitted an unpleasant odor.

"Oh, isn't this Xiao Wen? You're going out too?"

Uncle Chen, sitting leisurely on the bow, smoking his pipe and smiling as he watched more and more villagers board, immediately greeted Zhang Wen with a smile.

"Um, I'm going out to take care of something! Isn't Bao Ye here?"

Zhang Wen asked, offering him a cigarette.

"He'll be back in a bit, you go on the boat first!"

Uncle Chen smiled and took the cigarette, but didn't smoke it. He took a deep sniff and carefully put it in his shirt pocket.

"Okay, Uncle, you go back first!"

Zhang Wen nodded and stepped onto the boat through the slightly damp sand.

"Um, bring me some good wine or something, you know?"

Chen Qiang smiled straightforwardly and didn't mince words. However, he still stood by the boat, seemingly waiting for it to leave before going back.

"I know."

After Zhang Wen boarded the boat, he saw a group of somewhat disheveled fishermen sitting and chatting on the wooden planks, some even with bloody fish intestines and scales on their clothes. A pungent fishy smell immediately hit him, and Zhang Wen couldn't help but frown.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Zhang Wen was definitely eye-catching and immediately attracted everyone's curious gaze. Uncle Chen quickly came over, grabbed Zhang Wen's hand, and led him into the cabin, smiling as he said, "Come on, kid, you and this old man come to the front together. We'll chat for a bit. It'll be rocking quite a bit in the back, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."

"Thank you, Uncle Chen."

Zhang Wen knew Uncle Chen didn't want him to feel awkward, so he thanked him and followed him through the back of the cabin, which was filled with all sorts of seafood and smelled strongly of it. They finally reached the open-air wheelhouse by the bed. Although it was dilapidated, it didn't have that unpleasant smell, and he felt much more comfortable.

After chatting with Uncle Chen for about half an hour, Grandpa Bao finally boarded the boat with a bunch of herbs he had dug up. He greeted everyone and put his things on the bow. Several strong young men started shouting and pushing the boat into the water, and Uncle Chen chuckled as he steered the boat forward.

As soon as the boat started, a strong smell of diesel fuel filled the air. For some reason, as Zhang Wen looked at the receding beach and the small fishing village nestled in the dense forest, he felt as if the past three days had been a dream—a beautiful dream, a fleeting dream.

A pang of sadness began to well up in Zhang Wen's heart. Aside from the death of his adoptive father, this was the first time he felt the melancholy of separation. Perhaps he had truly become attached to this family! Although all this love shouldn't belong to him, if he treated them well, it would be a way of making amends for the deception. In T City, a real estate agent, looking earnest and somewhat pleased, pointed to a contract on the table, already filled with detailed information, awaiting only the homeowner's signature. He said, "Brother Zhang, if you agree to this price, we can go and complete the formalities and pay for the house now. Although the housing market is buoyant and prices are good right now, I believe that if you want to sell quickly, apart from professional speculators like us, few other buyers are this decisive."

Zhang Wen held the price list in his hand. Perhaps 420,000 wasn't a high price. After asking around, he learned that if he listed the house now, the old man's house could still fetch at least 500,000, but it would take one or two months. Zhang Wen didn't want to waste any more time on this, so he nodded helplessly and said, "I can process it now. My things are almost packed, and I can move out anytime. But you're being too ruthless, 420,000... that's like making a killing. After ripping me off, you can live a life of luxury for a while."

The agent smiled slightly, not caring about the sarcasm in Zhang Wen's words. He generously said, "Well, there's nothing I can do. Businesses like ours have high costs. Think about it, a house tied up in our hands costs hundreds of thousands. We can't make a pittance like selling vegetables. If we did, everyone in this business would starve."

"Never mind..."

Zhang Wen sighed, not wanting to argue with him any further. He

had already wasted almost five days here. Since leaving, although many things have happened, Zhang Wen couldn't help but think of his sisters every night, so much so that he couldn't sleep. He was sure they missed him too. Eager to return home, Zhang Wen truly missed the small fishing village always filled with the smell of the sea, and the large kang bed where countless romantic encounters had taken place.

"Hehe, actually you're not bad. This price has no handling fees. If you agree, let's go and complete the formalities now!"

The broker saw the softening in Zhang Wen's eyes and, seizing the opportunity, waved the bankbook, enticing him.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Wen nodded, calmly picking up his bag and walking out first.

The two went to the transaction hall together and completed the formalities. When he confirmed that there was an extra 420,000 yuan in his bank account, Zhang Wen felt a sense of relief, like a screw being loosened, but also a touch of sadness. His adoptive father had taken his son and fled that small village to the city, only to return as a string of numbers and ashes, not even knowing if his family would hate him. What a cruel irony!

Looking at the shredded property certificate, Zhang Wen sighed softly and went straight to the station. Carrying only his personal belongings, he boarded the bus to the provincial capital. He had spent the last few days back packing, burning all of his father's few remaining possessions and Zhang Wen's own personal belongings. He kept only a few of his own worn-out clothes, sold off everything, including the television—keeping nothing. Now he was traveling light, a complete farewell to city life.

There weren't many places in the city to reminisce about; Zhang Wen couldn't even find a single classmate to miss or a place with any memories. Comparing the two, his mother's small village was even more missed. With his father's savings and accident compensation, he now had 590,000 yuan in his bank account. While it wouldn't even buy a high-end apartment in the city, it was a considerable fortune in the small village.

After a bumpy three-hour drive on the highway, Zhang Wen finally arrived in the provincial capital. He quickly ate a bite to eat and, taking advantage of the early hour, inquired his way to the so-called "antique street," a cultural street. Compared to the bustling scenes of other parts of the provincial capital, this was like entering another world. Everyone seemed unhurried and leisurely, their eyes darting around, though they appeared to be intently looking at the items.

The vendors on the ground were the same; they laid out their goods and proceeded slowly, some drinking tea, others playing chess, none of them making a conscious effort to attract customers. Even if someone was looking at their wares, they would only glance at them, acting as if they didn't care.

Zhang Wen wasn't in a hurry to sell or go into any shops. Instead, he spent the whole day there, pretending to be an enthusiast, looking around. Although the people here didn't talk much or discuss prices, Zhang Wen still managed to glean some clues. Only when night fell did he find a small hotel to stay in for the night.

The next day, Zhang Wen inquired about the situation, paid twenty yuan to the market management for a ticket, bought a small tarpaulin, and found a shady banyan tree to sit on. He laid out the wooden box, lamp, and copper coins on it, then sat down like the other vendors, adopting a lazy posture and smoking, waiting for people to patronize these items that he wasn't even sure were antiques. After

sitting for a while, Zhang Wen keenly noticed that many people's eyes lit up when they passed by. However, they didn't speak or ask the price; they just looked and then pretended to be disappointed before leaving—almost everyone used the same tactic. It seemed that the people here were quite tacitly in agreement when it came to taking advantage of newcomers.

He sat for more than three hours before an elderly man with a kind face, white hair and beard, dressed in a Tang suit, with a benevolent expression, the kind of old man who would automatically put his guard down. He first squatted down and examined it for a while before casually picking up a copper coin and asking, "Young man... how much for this?"

"Look for yourself, name your price,"

Zhang Wen replied, still with his usual indifferent attitude, lazily picking his ear. The old man had been wandering around pretending nothing was wrong before finally coming over. Despite his kind appearance, how many people in this kind of place weren't shrewd? You

can't judge a book by its cover, and Zhang Wen wasn't going to believe his amiable exterior, though he did think his looks were suitable for swindling.

"These... are modern imitations! But they're really good imitations... the quality is really impressive..."

Seeing Zhang Wen's attitude, the old man didn't mind. He picked up a copper coin and examined it, muttering to himself and making sounds of admiration.

Zhang Wen didn't show the slightest expression, continuing to yawn and scratch his ear. With an air of "you say your piece, I'll listen to yours," showing no sign of wavering or fear, the old man became somewhat suspicious.

"Young man... how much are you offering? I like collecting these!"

After a while, seeing Zhang Wen unmoved, the old man finally asked, at his wit's end.

"I already said, pay for it yourself. But if you want to buy these as fakes, forget it, I'm not selling!"

Zhang Wen said casually after lighting a cigarette.

"You don't expect me to sell them as genuine, do you? That's too unrealistic!"

the old man chuckled.

Zhang Wen shrugged, smiled憨厚ly, and said, "Anyway, look if you want, if you don't like them, don't buy them."

Seeing Zhang Wen's unyielding attitude, the old man felt a little anxious and helpless. Just as he was about to speak, a large, fat man wearing a blue silk Tang suit suddenly appeared behind him, playing with walnuts in his hands. Although very fat, his round belly gave him an air of importance. He glanced lightly at the stall on the ground, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, but his tone was sarcastic: "What's wrong, Old Li? Looking at goods here for no reason! At your age, instead of waiting to be buried, you're out here trying to swindle people, even a little kid. That's really unethical."

"You..."

The old man jumped up, enraged by his vicious words, pointing at the fat man and cursing, "You uncultured brat, don't you know how to be virtuous with your mouth!"

Seeing his furious outburst, the fat man squatted down without even looking at him, picked up a copper coin and examined it carefully, but his eyes were drawn to the dilapidated candlestick. When he put it down and stood up again, he grinned wickedly at Zhang Wen and said, "Young man, these are modern imitations, but they're really good. This old man likes to collect these, so give me a price!"

Zhang Wen was stunned. This was clearly the old man's line from earlier. How did this guy know? Was he here specifically to sabotage him? Although he didn't know what was going on between them, Zhang Wen was still afraid that they were putting on a show, so he simply leaned against the back of the tree without saying a word, with a smiling face, to see what they were up to.

The fat man turned around and said coldly to the old man, whose face was already red with anger, "I'm telling you, you old codger, aren't you afraid you won't be able to reincarnate in the next life? It's clearly the real thing, but you insist it's a fake. You've swindled people the same age as your grandson, you're truly disrespectful to your elders. Do you think your little bit of money isn't enough to buy a coffin? We're so close, just say the word and I'll buy you one. It might have a few holes, but at least burying you won't be a problem."

Suddenly, the fat man smiled apologetically, slapped his forehead, and laughed, "Look at my brain, I need to be cremated now! Someone like you, a piece of firewood, just burning you and throwing you into the river would pollute the environment, let alone burying you in a grave. It would be bad if you ruined someone else's feng shui!" "Li Fu, you've gone too far. Didn't you also start your business by swindling and cheating? Now you're blocking my path to wealth, don't you know the rules?"

The old man was so angry that the veins on his neck were throbbing, and he pointed at the fat man and cursed him. Judging from his expression, he seemed ready to die of anger if a few more words were said.

"Likewise, but I came here specifically to cause trouble. How about it?"

The fat man chuckled coldly, stopped eating the walnuts, and turned to Zhang Wen, saying, "Kid, you're lucky to have met me. Let me tell you, pick out a few of those copper coins and put them in a complete set from the Yongzheng era of the Qing Dynasty. They'll double in value. The other loose coins are cheaper, but they'll still sell for at least two or three thousand, understand?"

Zhang Wen was taken aback. It seemed they weren't part of the group he was with. At this moment, the people who had been walking around gathered around. They were the same people who had ignored him earlier, but they all glared fiercely at the fat man. They were probably annoyed that their path to wealth had been blocked, but they all seemed too afraid to speak out.

The old man was also a bit blinded by anger, but he knew the power of numbers. Seeing that there were many people around, he immediately said confidently, "Li Fu, don't pretend to be a good guy. So what if you have a grudge against me? Come at me! Why block everyone's work? Do you want to mess with so many people?"

Hearing this tone, Zhang Wen chuckled, as if he was particularly right. Those who didn't understand the situation might think the old man was standing up for them! "No, no."

The fat man chuckled first, then his eyes suddenly turned sinister and frightening. He gritted his teeth and said in a sinister tone, "You've got your eye on this business, and I absolutely won't steal it. But I won't let you get away with it either. As for them... they should have been prepared when they teamed up with you. As for offending you, I, Fu Zi, can only apologize. I'll host a banquet another day to apologize to all the brothers."

His words were particularly firm, but there was also a hint of threat in them. This fat man named Li Fu probably really had some influence in the area. He instantly wiped out the popularity the old man had worked so hard to build up, and not a single person dared to utter a sound.

Zhang Wen didn't want to say anything either, and just watched the show. Even now, he still couldn't quite believe them. If this was all acting, then the worry and anger in everyone's eyes were practically Oscar-worthy. However, he had a slight understanding of it. They would first come and deny your things one by one, and then, when you were completely disheartened, one of them would step in as a good guy and buy your things at a low price. There were so many shady dealings in this industry.

"Hmph...you win. I won't bother with someone like you."

The old man, panting heavily, patted his chest, trying to calm himself down. He waved his hand, and everyone around him left, leaving only him and the smug, grinning fat man.

Seeing that Zhang Wen remained unmoved, the old man's eyes darted around slyly. He finally smiled and said, "Young man, since you already know, I won't hide anything. This is the rule in our line of work; everyone needs to eat, right? But all this money is genuine, so I'll still take it. How about 80% of the market price?"

"90%..."

Before the words were even finished, the fat man immediately made a "nine" gesture with his hand, looking at him provocatively.

"You, you little brat, didn't you say you wouldn't rob me?"

The old man's face turned almost green with anger at the fat man's interference.

"Heh, did I say that?"

The fat man winked slyly at Zhang Wen, then laughed wildly, mocking, "Even if I did, I can back out now. If you're unhappy, go ahead and sue me, or call the police! Haha..."

He then burst into laughter, looking quite pleased with the old man's exasperated expression.

"Hmph, I won't argue with a fool like you."

The old man seemed helpless, whether out of fear or for some other reason.

"Then I thank you. I wish you a long and healthy life, though I don't know how you'll die. But with your character, if you were hit by a car, it would be a good deed for future generations. Not damaging the car would be an even greater act of kindness."

The fat man looked at him, who seemed furious, but didn't seem to care at all. Instead, his tone became even more vicious.

"Hmph..."

The old man seemed to have come to his senses, rubbing his chest to calm himself down. He just snorted coldly and turned his head away, ignoring him completely, as if he had simply ignored his words.

Seeing that he was being ignored, the fat man slowly walked up to Zhang Wen, picked up the lampstand and wooden box, and examined them with a smile. Occasionally, a glint of cunning would appear in his eyes, but he hid it well.

Zhang Wen didn't say anything, giving him a "look if you want" attitude. It was already 3 PM, and many vendors were starting to pack up, some even closing their shops. It seemed business in this area was short-lived. The fat man remained silent, while the old man beside him seemed to have something to say but didn't voice it. The three of them remained silent, each holding their breath.

The two were still staring at each other, while the old man's anger had subsided; he probably only stayed to cut off the fat man's livelihood.

The atmosphere was heavy, but Zhang Wen managed to hold back. It seemed the fat man had failed to provoke the old man into leaving, and the old man was now trying to cause him some trouble. After dawdling for over half an hour, the fat man's eyes darted around, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Young man, to be honest, I'm interested in all these things. If you're interested in selling, how about we talk at my shop?"

"Oh, I thought dogs had stopped barking, but they still do. Trying to lure people to your shop, are you trying to force a sale again?"

the old man immediately mocked from the side. "How many thugs does your shady shop employ? I say, you rich guy, why don't you just rob it yourself? Sending people to your place, are you trying to kill them to cover it up?" "Hmph, I don't need you causing trouble here. Even though I cheat people, I still have some integrity."

The fat man seemed to have anticipated his interference, and seeing the old man's gleeful expression, he was very displeased. He immediately waved his hand to interrupt him: "I don't need you pretending to be a good guy with me. Even if I don't make a profit, I won't let you earn money to buy a thick coffin."

"Hmph... young man..."

The old man's earlier gloom vanished, seemingly unaffected by his words. His face flushed with excitement.

But before he could speak, the fat man interrupted him, his expression serious. "Since that's the case," he said to Zhang Wen, "I won't hide it from you anymore. I've been looking at it for quite a while! This lampstand is from the Ming Dynasty, something only officials or wealthy families could afford; and this wooden box was made in the Qing Dynasty, judging by its style, it was a dowry item from the southern coast. Although it's not from a very old era and its origins aren't particularly high, it's made of sandalwood, a good material. It's also a valuable item." (
Chapter 3, 10-22, Trivial Matters, Eager to Return Home

) "You...you're ruthless..."

The old man hadn't expected him to be so blunt, cutting off his own source of income. He was so angry his face turned blue. His hand trembled as he spoke, and with a wave of his hand, he turned and stormed off.

"Hehe, remember to tell me when you die. I'll come see what it's like after you're gone, and I'll take some pictures to remember it by, so it'll cheer me up when I'm drinking. If you get hit by a car, you can ask me for help when you're collecting the parts."

The fat man laughed heartily from behind, seemingly enjoying defeating the old man.

Zhang Wen didn't know where their deep-seated grudge came from; every few sentences were filled with vicious curses, and their words were truly scathing. However, this was certainly beneficial to him; at least he learned the value of these things and got to watch a good show all afternoon.

The fat man turned around, his happy expression suddenly turning somewhat melancholic. After looking at Zhang Wen, the fat man said, "You know where these things come from, are you still interested in selling them?"

"Hehe, I knew it a long time ago. But watching this show can be quite fun sometimes."

Zhang Wen stood up, packed up his bundle, and chuckled as he approached, saying, "You, on the other hand, really angered that old man. Why did you have to do that?"

"This is between the two of us, it's fine."

The fat man waved his hand, then suddenly slapped his forehead, saying regretfully, "Damn it, I was so busy cursing that I let that old man play me."

"What happened?"

Zhang Wen asked curiously, seeing his remorseful expression.

The fat man smiled bitterly and said, "Open those copper coins and take a look. When that old man was arguing with me, his men switched one of your copper coins. Although it's not a complete set, it's still worth three or four thousand."

Zhang Wen panicked and was about to act when he immediately realized something was wrong. Wouldn't this be telling him he knew nothing? And even if he found it, he wouldn't know how to identify it, putting him at a disadvantage. Although he felt a pang of regret, he still smiled and said, "Forget it, it's my own fault for not paying attention. What's done is done, there's no point in arguing with anyone!" "Then come with me!"

Seeing Zhang Wen's unmoved expression, the fat man's eyes showed some doubt. However, he didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards a large shop on the street.

Zhang Wen immediately followed him inside. The fat man's shop wasn't very big, only about thirty square meters, but it was quite different from the antique-style shops outside. The desks, leather sofas, and decorations were all very modern. Although there were a few ceramic vases with similar decorations, if you didn't see the sign at the entrance, you wouldn't think it was an antique shop.

"It's strange that I don't have any solid wood or mahogany furniture here, not even a single piece of ceramic or painting, is it?"

The fat man smiled and poured Zhang Wen a glass of water, then plopped down on the sofa, dangling his legs as he chuckled at Zhang Wen. It seemed that squatting for so long had been quite a strain on his overweight body!

"It's a bit of a surprise, really."

Zhang Wen nodded and sat down, but he was wary and didn't drink the water the man had poured. Who knew if these people would be ruthless enough to use some kind of sleeping potion? It was better to be cautious.

The fat man immediately understood what was going on, but he didn't care. He just waved his hand and said cheerfully, "Actually, nine out of ten shops are just out there scamming young punks. Rich nouveau riche who come here pretending to be sophisticated are just destined to get ripped off. As for the big shots, people like me and the old man, we just wander around looking for something to buy. Nobody's interested in sitting around with a bunch of fakes and empty promises to cheat people."

Zhang Wen smiled at him and said, "It's the same everywhere, you guys are no exception!"

The fat man patted the soft sofa contentedly and laughed loudly, "I had no choice but to open this shop. I've gained so much weight from eating and drinking too much. If I don't find a place to rest my legs while wandering around all day, I'll easily die of exhaustion. I don't want to go here if other shops treat me like a thief!"

Zhang Wen nodded, then looked at his watch. It was already 3:40 PM. He patted his bag and asked directly, "So, are you accepting this?" "Okay? I'm in a hurry if you don't want it."

The fat man nodded with a smile, then laughed loudly and said, "I made that old man furious because I'm sincere about buying your stuff. But let me make it clear first, cash is absolutely no problem, but you can't expect any auction prices or anything like that! We buyers need to make a reasonable profit."

Zhang Wen nodded as well, shrugged indifferently, and said, "I know, but don't give me any dumping price. Tell me what you want first!"

The fat man's face turned serious, and he tapped his fingers together while silently calculating. After a while, he asked seriously, "I want to buy everything, but if you don't give it to me, I'll have to ask where it came from. If it's smuggled goods, you know what the price will be, since it can't be sold legally. If it's legitimate goods, we can negotiate a bit."

Although Zhang Wen had never been involved in this business, he knew a little about it. Some things were of dubious origin or from tomb raiding, and they were afraid that the government would confiscate them later. His mind raced, and he shook his head, saying, "I can guarantee you this is definitely not smuggled goods, nor is it some kind of black market item. But I can't say where it came from!" "Oh..."

The fat man's tone turned somewhat unpleasant as he said, "Then I'm sorry, but in our line of work, we have to find out the details. If you can't tell me, I believe no one will buy it; if they do, it'll be at a black market price."

Zhang Wen pretended to be taken aback, then looked like he had a headache. He stood up, walked around, and pointed to the red couplet on the door with a gritted-teeth expression, saying seriously, "This is where it came from. If you ask about anything else, forget it. I wouldn't sell it to you even if it were a counterfeit."

The fat man's mind immediately shifted. Seeing the red color, and knowing it was a couplet only put up during festivals, the first thing that came to mind was red envelopes (cash gifts). After a sudden realization, a happy smile immediately appeared on his face. He said, "Don't worry, young man, we know the rules. As long as it comes from this kind of source, there won't be any problems later, and we won't inquire about anything else."

"That's good!"

Zhang Wen sat down, lit a cigarette, and slowly took a puff. Seeing that the fat man's expression had returned to a smile, he slowly said, "To be honest, I'm just running this for my boss. These things aren't mine, so I don't want them to think I'm taking a cut of the price."

"That's understandable."

The fat man winked knowingly.

Zhang Wen smiled with satisfaction, took out all the items and laid them out. He crossed his legs and said, "Actually, you should know in your heart whether it's counterfeit or not. If it were counterfeit, the era wouldn't be so mixed up. You're just trying to fool me, aren't you?"

The fat man smiled awkwardly, "Hehe, what can I do? We have to go through the motions, right?" He then eagerly examined the items for a while, tossing one of the copper coins to Zhang Wen, saying, "This is the one they switched. You'll probably have to swallow this loss yourself. In this area, nobody can help you out. Calling the police won't do any good!"

Zhang Wen casually stuffed the coin into his pocket, smiling, "It's nothing, but... brother, can you check if there are any fakes among these?"

"Fake? No, everything's real now."

The fat man paused for a moment, but seeing the strange look and greedy smile on Zhang Wen's face, he immediately snapped to attention, slapping his head and chuckling, "Look at my brain, I'm getting old and my eyes aren't working well anymore. I can't even tell if something's wrong with it anymore, really."

"No way, you'll definitely be able to tell the difference between real and fake at a glance, you have a good eye."

Zhang Wen smiled and gave him a thumbs up. However, facing these shrewd people, he was already so nervous that his palms were sticky with sweat.

The fat man carefully examined the design of the copper coins, then got up and took out six antique-looking copper coins from a desk drawer. He chuckled and handed them to Zhang Wen, winking mischievously, "Young man, these six are fakes, worthless. Looks like your boss is really unlucky. Want me to take a closer look and see if there are any others?"

"No, no…too many isn't good."

Zhang Wen gave him a satisfied smile, immediately stuffing the fake coins into his pocket and wiping his sweaty palms.

The fat man smiled again at the items on the table before quoting a price: "Young man, I won't hide anything from you to get a customer. This lampstand might be from an official household, but not quite at the imperial level. Although it's from the Ming Dynasty, there are quite a few in existence. It could sell for a little over 100,000 on the market, but I'll only give you 90,000 at most. After all, we in this business don't always have business to do."

The fat man paused, noticing Zhang Wen's still smiling expression. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "As for this wooden box, although the carving is exquisite, it's a folk craft. Its high price comes from the wood itself. Although it was made in the Qing Dynasty, it's actually more valuable than the lampstand, selling for around 140,000 on the market. But I'll say it again, 120,000 is our purchase price."

Zhang Wen nodded with satisfaction, then pretended to feel a little pained, saying, "Brother, that price is indeed about right, but I want to know how much I'll have to pay out of my own pocket to cover this fake when I get back."

The fat man's eyes darted around, and he feigned regret, shaking his head and saying, "I can't help it." "Thank you, we're in business! We can't just accept your fakes as genuine, can we? But I'll get someone to issue you an authentication certificate later, so you can explain yourself when you get back."

The fat man finished speaking and gave Zhang Wen a sly smile. Zhang Wen smiled knowingly and asked, "Then tell me the price!"

The fat man shook his head and said as if doing accounting, "Excluding these seven fakes, the average price of the other 35 should be around 160,000! That's the highest price I can offer."

Zhang Wen squinted at him and then said with a smile, "The three items together are 370,000. I think it would be better if you gave me 380,000, a round number!"

"Hehe, it's our first time doing business, I don't mind the small amount of money. Let's do it your way!"

The fat man stood up with a smile, gesturing for Zhang Wen to put the items away, and said while closing the shop door, "Let's go to the bank now."

"Okay..."

Zhang Wen put the items away and stood outside waiting for him.

The fat man closed the door and came out, patting Zhang Wen on the shoulder with a hearty laugh. He lowered his voice and said, "Young man, don't worry. Go ask around; if anyone says the price is too low, come find me. But don't go to the auction house, or I won't be able to help you!"

He paused, then suddenly added, "Oh, right, and that old man. If you go to him, he'll probably try to sell you a million or eight million copper coins."

He then burst into laughter.

The fat man was a VIP at the bank and seemed to frequent it. He went straight to the VIP room, where a manager immediately approached him solicitously. Seemingly used to this kind of business, the manager simply greeted him and then sat down to wait.

"Young man, what do you think of this money?"

the fat man asked Zhang Wen after handing the card to the manager.

Zhang Wen squinted, a greedy glint in his eyes, and coughed, saying, "Brother, didn't you say those things were worth 350,000? What are you hesitating for?"

He handed his card to the manager, saying, "Deposit it here!"

The fat man hesitated for a moment, but then quickly understood, smiling at the manager, "Brother Wang, deposit 350,000 into this card. And open a 70,000 anonymous deposit account for me too!"

"70,000?"

Zhang Wen looked at him questioningly.

The fat man smiled generously, patted Zhang Wen's shoulder, and said, "Brother, you've been hanging around with us all day. Consider this a small amount as an apology! You can't say no, that would be disrespectful."

"Then I'll accept it without hesitation."

Zhang Wen smiled knowingly, understanding that the fat man was playing the long game, and immediately played along with a smug look.

After completing all the bank transfers, Zhang Wen carefully put his passbook and cards into his inner pocket and handed them to Fatty. He politely declined Fatty's enthusiastic invitation, as it was better to be cautious in unfamiliar territory, and said he had to leave immediately. Upon hearing that Zhang Wen was leaving, Fatty patted his chest and drove up in a Mazda, enthusiastically offering to give Zhang Wen a ride. Zhang Wen couldn't refuse, so he simply said he had to rush to the airport.

After buying a return ticket, Fatty waited with Zhang Wen at the airport, glancing at him every now and then with a slightly hesitant expression, as if he wanted to ask something.

Seeing his unspoken words, Zhang Wen somewhat guessed what was going on. He continued to make small talk, telling jokes here and there, and Fatty laughed along, though it looked a little awkward.

"Hey young man, how about you come visit me often in the future?"

With boarding time fast approaching, the fat man couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Wen immediately understood; he had indeed acted too well. This guy really thought he was selling these things to corrupt officials, trying to play the long game. No wonder he was so easy to talk to and even gave him a large sum of money; he certainly had a long-term vision.

Pretending to ponder for a moment, Zhang Wen looked up at him with a troubled expression and said, "Brother, you see, I can't always be showing my face in public. Even if I give you my phone number now, I might change it when I get back. To be honest, I live quite far away, and I'm only here to ship goods! And the timing can't be too tight."

"Is that so..."

The fat man was still unwilling to give up, so he reached out and took out a business card, handing it over with a smile, saying, "It's okay, just remember to come to my place next time you come. I was in such a rush today, so I'll treat you properly next time."

Zhang Wen smiled and accepted the business card, patted the appraisal report the fat man had given him, and smiled slyly, saying, "Then I'll definitely have to bother you next time I come. But... I guess this thing won't be as good next time I come."

"That's right, that's right, the card isn't good. The passbook is good!"

The fat man knew there was still a chance, his eyes lit up, and he nodded with a grin.

The announcement had already started, and Zhang Wen then said goodbye to him with a smile. It was Zhang Wen's first time on a plane. Before leaving, the fat man went to the duty-free area and bought two cartons of cigarettes, insisting on giving them to Zhang Wen, who accepted them with a smug look. He repeatedly assured him that he would contact him again if he needed to ship goods in the future, before quickly boarding the plane. As soon as he sat down, Zhang Wen felt completely exhausted and slumped down, the cold sweat he had been holding back finally starting to pour out.

What a day! He had acted for so long! And he had actually fooled these shrewd people. Zhang Wen was truly grateful. Fortunately, the goods had sold for a good price, and with his savings, it was a million yuan—something he had never dared to dream of before.

If he put this money in front of his mother, he wondered how shocked she would be! Thinking of the mature and beautiful woman in the fishing village who had been so caring towards him, Zhang Wen felt a surge of warmth in his heart. It was good to have a place to cherish.

It was Zhang Wen's first time flying, and she didn't feel any discomfort. Aside from the slightly uncomfortable air pressure during ascent, she wasn't nervous or uncomfortable at all. Once on the plane, perhaps due to a day of high stress, Zhang Wen immediately felt sleepy; the heavily made-up flight attendants couldn't alleviate her fatigue. She slept soundly from boarding to disembarking, thoroughly enjoying herself.

At dusk, Zhang Wen walked wearily out of the airport. All she wanted now was a hot shower, a comfortable, soft bed, and a good night's sleep to relieve her physical and mental exhaustion. But she also felt incredibly homesick, missing her family and wishing she could sprout wings and fly back.

Zhang Wen didn't want to linger in this unfamiliar place, but after asking around, she still didn't know how to get there. With a determined look, she slung her bag over her shoulder and headed towards a taxi.

"Sir, where to?"

After a few steps, a driver of an unlicensed taxi approached her.

Zhang Wen looked up and saw a middle-aged man in his thirties, with an honest and simple face and a reassuring smile. He was quite thin. Perhaps because of yesterday's events, he now felt a slight need to be wary of everyone he met. After carefully observing him for a few moments, he slowly said, "To Pingxiang Wharf."

The middle-aged man frowned upon hearing this and said, "Pingxiang Wharf, that's quite far. After getting off the highway, it's another two hours on a gravel road."

"Hmm... how much?" Zhang Wen didn't want to be too frugal anymore; his first thought was to get back to the home he longed for day and night.

"500 is the lowest..."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment before quoting a price. For unlicensed taxi drivers like them, a longer, more lucrative trip was much more profitable than waiting around for small fares.

Zhang Wen thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Your price is too high. I'm a local, born and raised here. If it were 500 yuan, I would have just taken a taxi and used the meter. Why would I need to negotiate this price with you?"

"Well, there's no way around it, the road is really bad. If it were easier, I could lower the price, but the problem is that the car can't pick up speed later on, which delays my fare collection."

Seeing that Zhang Wen didn't immediately refuse, the middle-aged man perked up and explained.

"Give me your lowest price, if it's good, I'll go. If not, I'll take the bus, it's almost time for departure."

Zhang Wen said, glancing at his watch, showing a bit of impatience.

"How about this, young man, how about 430? I'll take you wherever you want to go when we get to Pingxiang. My price is already ridiculously low. You know, there are toll fees and other miscellaneous expenses, and gas is so expensive now."

The middle-aged driver calculated for a moment, then started nagging with a pained expression.

“Okay…”

Zhang Wen saw that the car was a new Southeast model with good suspension, so he didn’t bother to haggle. He tossed his bag into the trunk, clapped his hands, yawned, and climbed into the back seat: “I’m tired, I’m going to sleep for a while. Just wake me up when we get there!”

“Hehe, aren’t you afraid I’ll rob you on the way? You’re so trusting.”

The driver slowly started the car and turned around to say with a smile.

“Robbery” is a local slang term meaning “to rob”. Zhang Wen lay down nonchalantly, picked up his backpack as a pillow, closed his eyes, and said slowly: “It’s okay, I only have five hundred yuan on me, just enough for the fare. If you’re going to go to all that trouble to rob me of this little bit, I’ll just accept my bad luck. There’s nothing but clothes in the bag, I’m not going to rob you. Just don’t kill me, you can do whatever you want.”

“You’re so comfortable…”

the driver said with a smile, making small talk. Halfway through the conversation, he noticed the sound stopped behind him. Turning around, he saw Zhang Wen had fallen asleep from the bumpy ride, his eyes closed and softly snoring. He shook his head with a smile and drove onto the highway, rolling up all the windows.

The ups and downs of the road didn't disturb Zhang Wen's sweet dreams at all. He was half-asleep when he suddenly felt someone gently pat him twice. He sat up with a start and saw the honest-looking driver. Rubbing his eyes, he immediately said apologetically, "It's you! We've arrived?"

The driver smiled and nodded, saying, "Seeing you sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to wake you. We've arrived. Where should I take you?" Looking out the window, he realized it was already evening. Pingxiang, though not a wealthy town, was actually the center of the surrounding villages. The nearby fishing villages and rural areas used it as a place for market days and shopping, and the streets were lined with shops and various general merchandise stores. Although the buildings were still quite dilapidated, it was relatively bustling.

Upon arriving at the well-known Sihe Road, Zhang Wen readily paid the car rental fee. Yawning, he slung his now-empty backpack over his shoulder and grabbed a bite to eat. Only then did he leisurely stroll through the most bustling part of the town. Everywhere were small shops selling general merchandise and clothing, and even at night, the area was packed with people. The road, though called a street, was actually paved with stone slabs; it was rare to see a car. On both sides were small houses built by the local residents themselves, and the entire quaint street gave one the illusion of stepping back in time.

Zhang Wen braced himself; he knew he needed to prepare a lot for the trip back. Besides the books on agriculture and planting he had already bought, he also needed to purchase many daily necessities. Fortunately, although the town was remote, it had banks and other facilities. After withdrawing 20,000 yuan from an ATM, Zhang Wen quickly checked the items he had already noted down, such as solar water heaters, color TVs, satellite dishes, and receivers.

The shop owner was initially delighted to have a customer, but upon hearing that Zhang Wen was from Wugua Village, even though Zhang Wen hadn't haggled at all, he firmly shook his head and said, "No, that place is too far. We only have two workers; a round trip would take almost a whole day, it's not worth it! Go check out other places."

"Brother, how about this? I'll buy everything from you, plus fifty for the workers' labor fee, just for the trouble of making the trip. And it won't be now. You can go in a few days when you have some free time. I'll pay first. When it's ready, I'll have someone bring the invoice, and then you can go and install it."

Zhang Wen had heard that nobody liked door-to-door sales, especially to places like Wugua Village that required a boat trip, so he had no choice but to compromise.

"Let me think about it. You take a look at the items first. If there are many, I'll consider it!"

The shop owner seemed unmoved by the fifty yuan, lowering his head to calculate whether the trip would cover the costs.

Zhang Wen shrugged helplessly, inwardly smiling bitterly. The place was indeed too remote; he had to beg them so humbly, and they still had to carefully consider whether to go or not—it was truly pathetic! Another reason was that many people died in maritime accidents there every year, so those who did business on land tried to minimize their trips to sea. Reluctantly, Zhang Wen wandered around his cluttered shop again. He thought that the electrical wiring at home should now be connected from the village committee. Although it wasn't a high-voltage inverter type, it should be fine for small appliances.

He decided to buy his mother a rice cooker; the smoke and heat from cooking over a wood fire were torture for her fair and beautiful skin. His sister's hair was shiny, smooth, and flowing like a waterfall; a good hairdryer would make washing it much more comfortable. As for his mischievous younger sister, a television could keep her glued to her side all day, and perhaps, given her lively personality, a few outdated game tapes and a video game console would be enough to keep her completely absorbed.

Zhang Wen mentally calculated the prices while looking at the price tags, jotting them down in his hand. In the village, computers and cell phones were practically useless; only the village committee had a telephone, but it seemed to be shared by the entire village, making outbound calls expensive, which nobody wanted to spend. However, those working away from home considered it the best way to communicate. There was already a line, so getting a new number shouldn't be a problem; he just didn't know how much of a bribe he should give the installer to get him to come.

"Boss, could you check the total price? Can we do this deal?"

Zhang Wen looked around and calculated the prices on the paper in his hand. Buying everything together wasn't actually that expensive; 7,100 yuan would be enough, considering the relatively low prices here.

The shopkeeper adjusted his reading glasses, took the paper, and looked at Zhang Wen with some suspicion, seemingly surprised, asking, "You're really from Wugua Village? I heard that place is so run-down they've never even bought a TV."

Zhang Wen didn't mind his somewhat contemptuous attitude; the only impression this small town had of Wugua Village was poverty. So he smiled generously and said, "Yes, but there are rich and poor everywhere! What's so strange about that?"

"Let me see..."

The shopkeeper didn't say anything more. For a small shop like this, a sale of nearly ten thousand was already quite good. After carefully looking at it for a while, he checked off each item and said, "Alright, all these things are in stock! Just give me fifty for the installer. Let me know when you need it installed in a few days. But let me make it clear first, if the voltage there is too low and it can't be used, we won't give you a refund."

Zhang Wen knew his concern was genuine; the wiring was indeed incredibly old. Not wanting to argue, he took out seven thousand two and handed it to him. Although the shopkeeper's meticulous examination of each banknote was rather irritating, Zhang Wen waited until he had checked them all before saying, "Give me the receipt, I have other things to buy!"

"Young man, you're always so impatient,"

the shopkeeper said with a smile, putting the money in his drawer while writing the invoice and receipt. He added with a hint of sarcasm, "Don't blame us for being overly cautious. You know what kind of place Wugua Village is. People from there, after coming ashore, only sell fish at the docks; they hardly ever even come into this town. They're very stingy, calculating every penny. It's strange to find someone as wealthy as you."

"Oh..."

Despite the shopkeeper's irritating tone, Zhang Wen could only helplessly reply. He carefully checked the receipt, put it in his pocket, and said, "I might not be coming back in a few days. I'll have someone else come!"

"Okay, then we'll accept the receipt, not the person,"

the shopkeeper readily agreed.

After leaving the shop, Zhang Wen was truly seething with anger. Although the shopkeeper was polite enough, the contemptuous and disdainful look in his eyes was really unpleasant. "It's none of your business how poor Wugua Village is, and you won't inherit anything when you die. It's like they owe you money! What a pain in the ass!" Zhang

Wen grumbled as he walked, asking around for directions to the main clothing stores. He was still thinking about buying clothes for his sisters, and had originally planned to choose carefully, but now, in his anger, he went straight to a small shop that looked like it was overflowing with clothes. The shopkeeper, a plump woman in her forties, was quite enthusiastic and helpful, which improved Zhang Wen's mood considerably. The prices were relatively low, and after browsing around, he ended up buying two bags of women's clothes from her, which came to over two thousand yuan.

Zhang Wen blushed, realizing he really had a penchant for spending money; he couldn't stop buying things once he started! "Sister, do you know which shop sells good underwear?"

Zhang Wen saw the plump shopkeeper beaming as she wrote out the order slips, thinking: Mom and the others' underwear are all tattered and worn out; they really need replacing. Despite hesitating for a while, she still asked, somewhat embarrassed.

The shopkeeper was easy to talk to. Seeing Zhang Wen's flushed face, she chuckled a few times and said, "What's there to be embarrassed about asking? You've stocked up on plenty; everyone treats you like royalty. But the better quality underwear in Wugua Village might not sell well. If you want to buy some for your family, my neighbor's shop is pretty good. If you want to buy some cheaper ones to resell, there are some cheap overstock items at the east end of the road."

"Thanks..."

Amid her teasing tone, Zhang Wen instructed her to deliver the goods to the small dock first thing the next morning and then ran out as if escaping.

Arriving at the shop of "Third Sister," Zhang Wen paced back and forth somewhat awkwardly. The small shop, filled with countless small pieces of fabric, was incredibly tempting. Zhang Wen even began to imagine how exciting it would be if his sister and mother, with their voluptuous and beautiful bodies, wore these sexy and alluring lingerie! Semi-transparent, small, and soft, even just hanging in the window, they were captivating.

"Young man, buying lingerie for your girlfriend? What's there to be shy about, come in and take a look,"

an old woman eating sunflower seeds by the door chuckled and greeted him as she saw Zhang Wen pacing back and forth.

Zhang Wen scratched his head sheepishly, but immediately put on a serious face and said, "You must be Third Sister. I'm here to pick up some goods. Dongdong Xiaoyi from next door recommended me!"

"Oh, you're here to get some goods. Come in and pick some out. I saw you standing at the door for so long without coming in, I thought you were a young man looking for underwear for a woman but were embarrassed. Turns out you were looking at styles. Come in, I'll get you some new styles to look at."

Third Sister immediately greeted him with a beaming smile when she saw the densely packed shipping list in Zhang Wen's hand. As soon as

Zhang Wen entered the room, his eyes were immediately overwhelmed. The rows of colorful little clothes hanging on the wall were quite exciting. Although there were quite a lot of them, and they didn't look too sensual when displayed together, the sheer variety of styles was dazzling.

The third sister smiled and asked, "Young man, take a look at these clothes and see what you think. Tell me what sizes you need, and I'll give you some suggestions on what sells well. If you buy the wrong sizes, it'll be hard to sell them."

Zhang Wen took a breath to calm himself down, and then started thinking about what sizes his sister and mother would be. He could just buy some tank tops for his younger sister and Xi'er. He could probably tell the size of his sister's beautiful breasts by holding them in his hands, but it would be difficult to give her the exact measurements. After thinking helplessly for a while, Zhang Wen could only say, "This time I mainly need to get underwear and camisoles. Can you help me pick out some new styles for mature women, and also some for twelve or thirteen-year-old girls?"

The third sister, while pulling out the new styles from under the drawer, smiled and said in a slightly lewd tone, "Our styles are guaranteed to drive men crazy. Just buy whatever you like, and buy a few good ones for your wives. If there are any quality problems, come back to me anytime. This shop has been open for years; we value our reputation!" Looking at the clothes she pulled out one by one, Zhang Wen felt he was about to lose control. He had thought the people here would be very simple and honest, but they seemed quite fashionable when it came to sex—black lace, transparent camisoles, thongs, and tie-up panties were all available. The dazzling array of underwear left Zhang Wen speechless.

"How about that? These are the best of the best. You usually can't see them anywhere else!"

the third sister said with a smile after pulling out more than ten pairs of panties.

Zhang Wen swallowed hard, his mind involuntarily conjuring up images of his mother and sister wearing those alluring little clothes. He gradually felt aroused and quickly regained his composure, saying somewhat guiltily, "I'll take all of these, and also pack a few girls' tank tops and underwear, the kind you wear at home. Oh, and some clothes for women around twenty years old too."

"Okay..."

Seeing that Zhang Wen bought everything without even asking the price, the third sister thought: "Men are generally more straightforward when buying things." She happily agreed and then started rummaging through other items. Although it looked like a lot, it only weighed a small bag. It

only cost a little over four hundred yuan in total, and Zhang Wen was much calmer this time. He pretended to ask if she was paying the ex-factory price while counting the items, confirming the quantity and style were correct before paying. Since it wasn't heavy, he simply carried it and left. However, it was still a little embarrassing for a grown man to be carrying a bag of underwear while shopping.

He wandered around for a while, and after buying a bunch of random things, he realized he actually had quite a lot. Besides everyday items like toilet paper, Zhang Wen bought MSG, soy sauce, shampoo, toothpaste, and other similar items by the case. This made the small shop owner very happy.

Walking down the street, he checked off each item on his list, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything, before finally finding a small hotel to stay in. Twenty yuan a night, the so-called rooms were actually just partitions made of thin wooden boards. Despite having money in his pocket, it was difficult to find a decent place to stay for the night, so he had no choice but to make do.

The bedding was passable, and the room was at least clean; the bed was an old-fashioned single iron bed, and the so-called walls and doors were just small cubicles made of thin plywood, some even cracked, Zhang Wenzhen suspected that a single punch could easily pass through them.

"Young man, do you want something to eat?"

Perhaps because selling things could make money, the old man, the watchman, immediately asked eagerly after leading Zhang Wenzhen to the room.

Zhang Wenzhen sat heavily on the bed, and the whole bed immediately shook as if it were about to fall apart. There seemed to be a few drunkards drinking and fooling around next door; it would be difficult to sleep in this environment. But he was indeed hungry, so he had no choice but to take out fifty yuan and have the old man bring him a few bottles of beer and snacks, while he silently ate in the room, pondering his next task.

The drinking and commotion didn't subside until around 1 a.m., and Zhang Wen just breathed a sigh of relief when the wanton sounds of the adulterous couples immediately resumed, as if they had all agreed to start their "battle" together in multiple rooms. Zhang Wen gritted his teeth in anger. Weren't these guys afraid someone would barge in and cause trouble while drunk? "You'll get a gangbang, women raping men, sodomizing you—you'll be in for it!" he thought. "They

can't even find a decent place to book a room. With this soundproofing, they might as well go have sex in the open." Zhang Wen, being good-natured, didn't say anything, but some of the more ill-tempered drunks started yelling: "Scream your mother's ass! It sounds so awful! Are you moaning or something...?"

Their powerful shouts immediately subsided, and some of the more frightened ones stopped. As Zhang Wen drank, a lewd thought crept into his mind: "I wonder if anyone's impotence has been caused by this loud voice? Serves them right!" His stomach was starting to churn. While eating peanuts, Zhang Wen thought about how he'd left Bao Ye 20,000 yuan before he left. According to Bao Ye, the foundation for the new house should be laid by now. At this rate of construction, they could probably move in in a few days. Zhang Wen had also made plans for the two hills around his house. Besides raising chickens, he planned to plant some huanghuali saplings. These trees were very expensive once mature, but the saplings were cheap—a good form of insurance.

Wu Gua Village didn't lack good projects, but it lacked proper transportation. On the way out, he'd been on Uncle Chen's boat for over two hours, and he'd been vomiting terribly. Just thinking about it made Zhang Wen feel like his bile was about to come out. While leaning on the bow of the boat, he'd almost jumped into the sea and died. With such poor transportation, it was completely unsuitable for traditional projects. Fortunately, Uncle Chen's boat was big enough that a round trip for fifty yuan could haul quite a lot of stuff. Therefore, he couldn't do anything too traditional, otherwise the transportation alone would be unsustainable.

Upon arriving in Pingxiang, Zhang Wen had already called the village committee to let his family know he was almost home. He also wanted to see if his uncle was free to help him move things tomorrow. Before he knew it, he had bought so much stuff; Zhang Wen calculated that he had already spent sixteen thousand yuan. He had probably bought everything his family needed, but overall, he would gradually feel like he was missing something, and would have to replenish it later.

Thinking about this, he felt drowsy and leaned back. Due to lack of sleep and the long journey, he soon began to snore.

Suddenly, he was awakened by his phone ringing. Zhang Wen groggily got up and looked at the sky; it seemed like dawn was breaking. His phone still had a signal in Pingxiang. He groggily picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar number, so he immediately answered.

"Hello, who is this..."

Zhang Wen was still yawning and a little groggy as he spoke, rubbing his slightly swollen eyes. His tone was somewhat impatient, having been woken up.

"Young man, it's the general store. We've already delivered your stuff to the docks. My workers are waiting there. Hurry up and check it!"

"Okay, coming right away."

Zhang Wen jolted awake, got up, packed his things, quickly washed his face, and immediately headed towards the docks. Passing through the hotel corridor, he even saw a used condom on the floor. He thought to himself: "These horny beasts must have broken the bed and are having sex in the open, doing their business in the corridor in the middle of the night. They're really something else, aren't they? I guess

I have to praise the hardworking people." Zhang Wen had thought that with the cool morning breeze, few people would be on the road, but to his surprise, the streets were already bustling with traffic. People were already busy with their day's work, bathed in the faint morning light. Freshly picked fruits and vegetables, still glistening with dew, were laid out by the roadside, along with small fish basins exuding the aroma of seafood—everything looked so vibrant.

Along the way, many elderly people carried loads on shoulder poles, smoking as they went to the early market. Though small in stature, they looked quite robust; conversely, few young people were seen, presumably still sleeping in at home.

The shoulder poles, the handcarts, and the old people's simple clothing gave Zhang Wen a strange sense of stepping back in time.

Yawning, Zhang Wen continued walking, his drowsiness still lingering. Fortunately, the small inn wasn't far from the dock. At the dock entrance, he saw the innkeeper standing guard beside several boxes of goods. After giving the innkeeper two cigarettes, seeing that Uncle Chen's boat hadn't arrived yet, he could only wait there. It was past

seven o'clock, and the goods purchased by each household began to arrive one after another. Looking at the small mountain of goods piled up before him, Zhang Wen felt a little uneasy. Had he bought so much stuff? He didn't seem to have bought this much last night; it looked like he had moved house in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Wen was so tired he really wanted to take a nap on top of the pile of goods, but with people coming and going all around, who knew if there would be thieves? He could only force himself to keep watching. Fortunately, the morning sun was gentle, unlike the scorching midday sun, and it felt quite comfortable on his skin. Zhang Wen listlessly looked at the seaside.

After waiting for a while, his eyes finally lit up. He saw Uncle Chen's old but larger wooden boat slowly approaching, standing out among the small fishing boats. Zhang Wen immediately jumped up excitedly, waving and shouting.

Standing on the bow was a woman with a simple face and a graceful figure. Her long, smooth hair danced lightly in the sea breeze, and her beautiful eyes seemed to hold a little mist. She wore a simple floral shirt, like a fisherwoman's daughter, standing tall and elegant, as pure as pristine spring water, so clean that one hesitated to defile it.

Chapter Four: Touching Nursery Rhyme

The woman at the bow of the boat was already ethereal and beautiful, like a fairy, especially her mature beauty and voluptuous figure, which were truly stunning. As soon as the boat docked, she called out softly, her voice almost choked with emotion, "Xiao Wen..."

Her appearance immediately drew the attention of the busy people on the dock. Before they could even get a good look, they were struck by how incredibly beautiful the fairy before them was. Although she wore rough fisherman's clothes, such a beautiful woman would never look bad in anything.

"Mom... why are you here? I'm back now, aren't I? Why are you crying?"

Zhang Wen watched his mother's graceful figure approach, two streams of tears of longing already streaming down her charming face. He quickly stepped forward and took her small hand in his, tenderly wiping away her tears.

Everyone was stunned. Although the woman before them had the air of a young married woman, it was impossible to imagine that she had such a grown son. No wonder! Although Chen Guixiang had lived a hard life, perhaps due to the environment, there wasn't a single wrinkle on her face. Who would believe that she was already a mother of three?

Chen Guixiang gently touched her son's slightly tanned face, his unkempt beard, and his oily skin. He looked travel-worn and listless, and she couldn't help but say with heartache, "My child, you should rest more when you need to. Why are you in such a hurry to get home!"

"Mom, I missed you..."

Zhang Wen's heart warmed. He held her soft, slightly cold hand and said affectionately.

Chen Guixiang smiled happily, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at the pile of large and small bags behind Zhang Wen with some surprise, saying, "This, is this what you asked your uncle to carry? Why is there so much?"

"Yes... I thought if I bought more at once, I wouldn't have to come out so often after I get home,"

Zhang Wen said with a smile. Actually, he was also afraid of the feeling of going out to sea by boat; seasickness was too unbearable.

"Hehe, Xiao Wen, you've really struck it rich..."

Chen Qiang followed behind, wearing only shorts and slippers. He was tall and strong, his muscles like black iron fully exposed to the air, attracting the lecherous eyes of many middle-aged women.

Other villagers, whether they knew him or not, immediately had their eyes light up when they saw the mountain of goods behind Zhang Wen! But as much as they envied him, they still greeted him and then carried their loads on shoulder poles to sell the dried fish they relied on for their livelihood.

Chen Guixiang greeted them with a beaming smile, proudly taking Zhang Wen's hand and saying, "This is my son." Her face radiated happiness and tenderness, almost blindingly so.

Zhang Wen watched his uncle's towering figure approach, a mischievous glint in his eyes: "No wonder they say eunuchs get fat later in life. His hands seem even thicker these past few days. It's scientifically true!" Though thinking this, he said honestly, "Uncle, don't laugh at me. Buying more this time means less time spent coming out, right?"

"Alright, but you have to share some with me! And don't forget my wine..."

Chen Qiang laughed heartily, waving his hand. Several village men came forward to start loading things onto the boat, while he himself leisurely smoked a cigarette, not lifting a finger.

Seeing the confusion on her son's face, Chen Guixiang quickly explained, "Xiaowen, these are the workers who helped build our house. Mom didn't want you to get tired, so I had them come over to help move some things."

"Yeah, my sister is so protective. If her precious son got even a little tired, she'd be heartbroken."

Chen Qiang teased from the side, watching with a grin.

"You want to die..."

Chen Guixiang glared at him fiercely, her beautiful eyes filled with anger and alluring charm that made many men almost drool.

Zhang Wen quickly smoothed things over and changed the subject: "Okay, Mom, Uncle was just joking! Why didn't my little sister and the others come?" Chen

Guixiang rolled her eyes at her son, her tone teasing but her voice low, "You brat, you want to ask about your sister, don't you!"

"Ask them all, ask them all..."

Zhang Wen smiled awkwardly. When his mother was standing at the bow of the boat, he thought it was his sister. There was no way around it; the two looked very similar in figure and appearance, and she looked so young, it wasn't surprising that he mistook her for his sister!

“Alright, your sisters are all clamoring to come. But the house is still under construction, so I left them there to watch over it. Anyway, it's only a short while, what's wrong with you all so impatient?”

Chen Guixiang smiled gently and affectionately tapped her son's forehead with her finger.

This incredibly gentle gesture made Zhang Wen a little dizzy. After a while, seeing that the boat was already full of bags and packages, he said to Chen Qiang, “Uncle, shall we go back now?”

“No rush, Baoye went out to buy things. See if there's anything you need and wander around a bit more. Take your mother to look around here while you're at it.”

Chen Qiang shook his head and said.

“Don't talk nonsense, we've bought so much, what else do we need! We can't waste money like this.” Chen Guixiang

immediately glared at him with some dissatisfaction.

Zhang Wen also understood that people from the Wugua Village area rarely wandered around after going ashore, and even if they did, they couldn't afford to buy anything. Many children his sister's age had never even been to a market, ultimately because of poverty.

"Oh, right..."

Zhang Wen pretended to be annoyed and slapped his head, then turned and ran into the post office savings bank under their questioning gazes. A while later, he came out carrying a plastic bag. The village was so poor that there wasn't even a place to deposit or withdraw money, and he didn't have much cash on him. If he ran out, he'd have to come out again, which was such a hassle.

"Xiao Wen, what are you doing there?"

Chen Guixiang asked her son curiously. After all, for them, banks were places they might never need to go to in their lives. They only had a few bills, which they usually kept at home; of course, many also had passbooks, but those were for receiving hard-earned money sent by relatives working away from home.

Zhang Wen chuckled and lowered his head, then abruptly pulled open the black plastic bag in front of his mother, pointing to the money inside and

jokingly saying, "I went to get some of my wife's savings..." Chen Guixiang stared wide-eyed at the stacks of bright red hundred-yuan bills inside, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. She hurriedly tightened the bag, scolding, "How could you be so inconsiderate? Keep the money safe..."

Zhang Wen knew the importance of keeping wealth discreet, but he hadn't expected her to be so frightened. After smilingly tying the bag up, he naturally put his arm around his mother's tense body, placing his hand on her shoulder and softly comforting her, "Mom, don't be nervous. It should be fine in broad daylight!"

"Xiao Wen, where did you get so much money..."

Chen Guixiang felt her heart pounding faster, completely oblivious to her son's intimate gesture. Pressing his chest, Zhang Wen looked up and asked somewhat seriously, "Your father didn't take anything with him when he went out. Where did this money come from?"

"Mom..."

Zhang Wen chuckled and explained, "The world outside is changing so much these days. This amount of money isn't much. Besides, Dad worked hard outside, and he saved quite a bit. What's so strange about this! Your son can earn his own money, so don't worry. It's all legitimate money."

"What do you mean by 'changing so much'..."

Chen Guixiang was very happy that her son had so much money, but she still rolled her eyes and said irritably, "Life still goes on—eating, sleeping, going to the outhouse, right? If you can't eat, can't sleep, and die without a coffin to sleep in, what's so new about it..."

"Uh..."

Zhang Wen was momentarily speechless. The word "outhouse" coming from his mother's mouth was a bit inappropriate, but upon reflection, what she said made sense. Having money but suffering from illness is worse than living a normal life and being healthy. The city doesn't believe in tears; sometimes, having too much money can make you restless.

Chen Guixiang's ordinary, even somewhat vulgar, words gave Zhang Wen even more confidence in living in this small village.

Zhang Wen found his mother's nervousness somewhat amusing, but dared not say a word. Suddenly, a thought struck him—he hadn't bought cigarettes or the wine for his uncle. He immediately grabbed her hand and headed towards the store: "Mom, I'm missing something. Let's hurry and buy it before Bao Ye comes back."

"Buy more..."

Chen Guixiang's face contorted with worry at the thought of spending money. She looked as if she wanted to stop Zhang Wen from going, but she obediently let her son pull her along.

They entered a reasonably priced grocery store. Zhang Wen cautiously examined the Hongtashan cigarettes; they seemed genuine. After instructing the shopkeeper to take a few extra cartons, he noticed his mother standing behind him, looking as curious as a child in a toy store. He couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Mom, why are you standing here? Hurry up and see what else we need. It'll be troublesome if we wait until we come out to buy it."

"You spendthrift..."

Chen Guixiang said, but there was no real blame in her voice. She was secretly pleased, seeing it as a sign of her son's filial piety, and happily strolled among the shelves, mostly looking at practical household items like brushes and basins. However, after glancing at the prices, she would only grimace before putting them back.

"Young man, only four left. Do you need anything else?"

the shopkeeper called out from behind the counter after lighting a cigarette.

"I'll take a few packs of Red Golden Dragon!"

Zhang Wen casually replied, continuing to follow his mother, carefully noting down everything she looked at.

Seeing his mother reach the towel shelf, pick one up, and touch it, finding its soft, plush texture incredibly comfortable, and seeing her obvious delight, he suddenly remembered that their towels were just scraps of old clothing—rough, some riddled with holes, practically damaging their delicate skin.

Zhang Wen immediately knelt down, eagerly saying, "Mom, buy a few more towels. Keep them for later!"

Chen Guixiang glanced at the prices—eight or ten yuan at a time. Although she felt a pang of regret, she also thought these things were useful, so she didn't refuse this time. However, she reached for the cheapest white towel, which cost only one yuan.

Zhang Wen pressed her hand down and said seriously, "Mom, some of these cheap things are bad for your skin and don't last very long. If we're going to buy something, let's buy something practical! Otherwise, if you get a skin disease later, we'll have to spend money to treat it."

"Whatever you want..."

Chen Guixiang was pleased to see that her son was so decisive and nodded with a smile.

Zhang Wen picked out five of the best towels: red, pink, green, blue, and orange. He rolled them up and continued shopping with her.

"Xiao Wen, let's go back. Mom has looked around and doesn't need anything!"

Chen Guixiang had walked back and forth, and although she was a little dazzled by the dazzling array of things, she still didn't buy anything because she was worried about the money. She looked up at the counter and said.

"Okay, wait a minute..."

Zhang Wen said, and then ran inside under his mother's questioning gaze. After a quick search, he came out carrying two baskets of things.

"Xiaowen, what are these?"

Chen Guixiang looked at the items and saw they were all things she had her eye on. Although they were mostly everyday items like chopsticks and water ladles, the most luxurious item was a set of stainless steel knives. Although she felt a pang of regret, she was happy that her son had actually taken the time to remember the things she had seen and liked.

"Let me calculate the price..."

Zhang Wen took two bottles of decent-quality "Hutuxian" baijiu from the shelf and smiled gently at his mother.

The shopkeeper got busy, and the items totaled over a thousand yuan. After paying, Zhang Wen carried the bags out, watching his mother's fluctuating emotions of happiness and regret as she complained about having too many things. He couldn't help but tease her, "Mom, what are you thinking about again? What about your son's dowry for his wife?"

"This child, why are you talking about money like that? Why buy such good wine for your uncle? Can he even understand it?"

When they were paying, Chen Guixiang hadn't said anything, but when she heard that the small bottles of wine cost eighty yuan each, she was shocked and stuck out her tongue. In the village, people usually drink homemade liquor, which costs only two yuan per jin (500ml). For celebratory occasions, they might drink something that costs ten yuan per jin; there's no need to buy bottled liquor like this.

Seeing her son casually spend over ten red bills, Chen Guixiang felt a pang of reluctance, wishing she could snatch the money back.

Zhang Wen chuckled and said with a smile, "Hehe, Mom, don't worry about this. When I earn more money in the future, I'll buy you a big basin and fill it with even better wine so you can take a bath. That would be so comfortable! You can get drunk in there, bathe whenever you want, and drink whenever you want. How wonderful would that be?"

Chen Guixiang was very happy to hear her son's filial words, but she still gave him a symbolic glare and scolded him, "Look at what you're saying. If you really want to waste money like that, I'll beat you to death. You're trying to turn your mother into medicinal wine. Do you think I'm a rat or a snake?"

"Mom, I'm the only son in our family. If you want to beat me to death, at least wait until you have a grandson. Please have mercy. Besides, how could I dare to use you to make medicinal wine? I wouldn't even consider it if you gave me ten lives."

Zhang Wen said, pretending to be pitiful, which immediately made Chen Guixiang laugh.

Her full breasts and plump buttocks trembled, and her alluring, mature curves immediately attracted the gazes of many lecherous passersby. Chen Guixiang was already beautiful, but now, with this trembling, her charming allure was even more alluring, fueling countless fantasies.

Zhang Wen couldn't help but swallow hard. With his mother's stunning beauty, he believed she would be a fatal attraction for men wherever she went, especially with her mature charm unique to a young married woman, which was incredibly tempting.

Chen Qiang sat at the bow of the boat, watching the mother and son approach, chatting and laughing. Although he was puzzled as to why his usually composed sister was acting like a little girl, he still waved and called out, "Xiao Wen, Sister! Hurry up and get on the boat, Bao Ye is back!"

"Hurry up and put the money away..."

Chen Guixiang saw her son still casually carrying the plastic bag of money, his eyes now particularly wary, as if everyone looked like a thief. After giving Zhang Wen a word of advice, she turned back and called out, "Coming, coming..."

Zhang Wen chuckled, put the money in his pocket, and followed, his eyes fixed on his mother's swaying hips as he walked. It seemed the boat had been chartered today; besides these few people, there was no one else. It was almost half full of cargo, making the other passengers green with envy.

After boarding, Zhang Wen saw his mother still looking suspiciously nervous and wary, and couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "Mom, don't be so nervous. There can't be pirates these days, can there?"

"Go away, you're too careless. People's hearts are unpredictable these days,"

Chen Guixiang said, her pert nose beaded with sweat from nervousness. Seeing her son's nonchalant attitude, she immediately glared at him.

"Xiao Wen, let's go to the front. It's going to be bumpy at the back!"

Chen Qiang said after untying the mooring rope from behind.

Zhang Wen shook his head helplessly, then naturally took his mother's hand and walked towards the bow, saying as they went, "Mom, I told you not to be so paranoid. It's nothing, just a little money, is it really worth causing a murder?" Chen Guixiang felt a pang of reproach from her son for making such a small matter out of proportion. But then she thought that maybe she was just naive and overreacting, so she kept quiet, though her eyes still held a hint of displeasure.

"Xiao Wen's back..."

Uncle Chen had already started the diesel engine and was leisurely smoking his pipe on the deck. Upon seeing the mother and son approach, he immediately greeted them warmly.

"Uncle Chen, you're still in such good health!"

Zhang Wen smiled, but the moment the boat started moving, the feeling of being suspended in mid-air made him feel unwell as soon as he sat down.

Seeing her son plop down on the plank with a slightly unnatural expression, Chen Guixiang immediately leaned forward and asked with concern, "Xiao Wen, what's wrong?"

Her face was very close, and Zhang Wen felt her fragrant breath on his face, a warm and comfortable sensation. If he looked closely, he could almost see the trembling of his mother's long eyelashes, and her slightly parted lips, so red and sweet, seemingly inviting him to taste them. Zhang Wen was momentarily dazed, then immediately shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I'll feel better after sitting for a while!"

"Are you seasick again?"

Chen Guixiang asked with concern, touching her son's forehead. When Chen Qiang went back last time, he told them about Zhang Wen's severe seasickness, which had left him vomiting uncontrollably. Although the mother and daughter didn't say much on the surface, they both wept with heartache that night. When Chen Guixiang couldn't sleep at night, she often sensed her daughter tossing and turning as well.

"Xiao Wen, are you really alright?" Chen Guixiang's eyes reddened with worry, her soft little hands tenderly stroking Zhang Wen's face. Seeing her son's pale complexion, her heart ached terribly.

"Mom, I want to lie down for a while..."

Zhang Wen was too preoccupied to notice these intimate gestures. The boat rocked again on the waves, seemingly causing his internal organs to churn, and the intense dizziness and nausea immediately surged to his head.

"Wait..."

Chen Guixiang pulled an old beverage bottle from under the wooden plank. It contained a pale yellow, viscous liquid. Upon opening the bottle, a pungent smell of ginger and alcohol immediately wafted out. It wasn't unpleasant, but it certainly wasn't pleasant either.

Zhang Wen watched as his mother carefully poured a bowl and handed it to him. After smelling it, his nose felt a little uncomfortable, and he frowned, asking, "Mom, what is this?"

"Ginger wine. It's the most effective for seasickness. Although it doesn't taste very good, your sister spent all night making it. Drinking it will make you feel better."

Chen Guixiang looked at her son's face, which was starting to turn pale, and her face fell with heartache.

Although Zhang Wen was a little reluctant, he saw that the ginger in the wine was mashed into something almost like soy milk. It was a small, paste-like consistency. Since they didn't have a blender or anything, his sister must have spent a long time pounding it in that old stone trough, bit by bit. He wondered how long it must have taken to pound it so finely. His sister's hands were so delicate; wouldn't this have chafed her smooth skin? Thinking of this, Zhang Wen felt a warmth in his heart and obediently opened his mouth, slowly drinking it down.

Seeing her son obediently drink it, Chen Guixiang smiled, sat down, patted her legs, and said, "Xiaowen, if you're really feeling unwell, just lie down here for a while! Mom and Uncle are here to watch over things."

The waves were getting bigger and bigger. Although the boat wasn't dangerous, the waves were making it rock more violently, and there was a nauseating smell of diesel fuel. Zhang Wen felt dizzy and didn't have time to think about anything. He hummed in agreement and lay down on the plank, resting his head on his mother's soft, delicate legs. Even through her pants, it felt incredibly comfortable—soft, supple, and elastic—and he naturally relaxed as soon as he lay down.

Chen Guixiang gently patted Zhang Wen's arm as if coaxing a child. Seeing that her son's expression of discomfort had improved considerably, and his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, she smiled with relief and said softly, "Xiao Wen, when you get back, make sure you get a good night's sleep, okay? I heard from others that you've traveled quite a distance, rushing around in such a short time. Don't wear yourself out!"

"Mmm..."

Zhang Wen responded vaguely, shifting comfortably. At this moment, he felt as secure as a child, his mother's small hands gently stroking him, as if possessing a magical power to soothe him. The faint, sea-scented fragrance emanating from her body felt more effective than any elixir.

"Sleep for a while... we'll be home soon."

Seeing her son's expression becoming increasingly calm, Chen Guixiang's mood improved considerably, and even her voice became incredibly gentle, her delicate tone filled with feminine charm.

Chen Guixiang hummed a sweet lullaby, her small hand gently stroking her son's face. The heartwarming scene moved everyone present.

"Mom... wake me when we get

there." Zhang Wen almost cried. How many times had he fantasized as a child about lying in his mother's arms, begging her to sing to him to sleep? Now, this familiar yet strange feeling brought a natural sense of relaxation. Although he still felt a little nauseous and uncomfortable, the lullaby soothed him considerably. His eyelids grew heavy, and unable to resist the familiar lullaby echoing in his ears, he drifted off to sleep. Chen Guixiang gently stroked her son's tired face, humming the familiar lullaby as always. They watched the azure sea amidst the churning waves, quietly watching the boat head home.

Zhang Wen felt he slept exceptionally well and soundly, the only drawback being the occasional rocking and swaying of the boat, which would suddenly disturb his sweet dreams. But with her mother's melodious lullaby and gentle caresses, she unconsciously quieted down, continuing her sweet dream like a sleepy child.

This journey, filled with toil and mental strain, had left Zhang Wen utterly exhausted. This sleep felt like releasing all her fatigue; she slept incredibly deep, becoming very, very soundly asleep.

In her hazy state, Zhang Wen felt the boat seemed to have stopped rocking so much, and the soft flesh on the back of her head seemed to have changed. She opened her eyes, still feeling drowsy, and realized she didn't know how long she had slept or when she had arrived home. She found herself sleeping comfortably on the kang (heated brick bed) in her familiar little house, carefully covered with a quilt.

"Who's there..."

Zhang Wen patted her still-aching head, but seeing no one in the room, she was puzzled and immediately called out. Strange, wasn't she asleep on the boat? How did she end up sleeping on the kang at home?

Hearing the sound, Zhang Shaolin, who was cooking at the stove, immediately ran over. Seeing her younger brother awake on the kang (

heated brick bed), his face, which she had longed for day and night, looked incredibly tired, she felt a pang of sadness. Her usually sweet voice choked with emotion as she said, "Xiaowen, you're awake..." Zhang Wen, still rubbing his aching head with his eyes closed, asked, "Sister, how did I get here?"

Zhang Shaolin carefully approached him, gently tidying the blankets with her small, slightly fragrant hands. Tears welled in her eyes as she said, "After we reached the shore, Mom saw you were sleeping soundly, so she had Uncle carry you back. Xiaowen, are you tired? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Zhang Wen opened his eyes, his eyeballs almost popping out of his head. They had already unpacked all the clothes. The older sister had changed into a pair of black casual shorts and a white cropped tank top, revealing her flat, firm stomach, sexy, delicate shoulders, and long, beautiful legs. The outfit exuded a slightly seductive, yet innocent charm.

Zhang Shaolin was already a pretty and charming girl, and even the rough linen couldn't hide her allure! Wearing these new clothes made Zhang Wen's eyes light up, and he almost drooled.

"Why are you looking at me like that..."

Zhang Shaolin saw her brother staring at her, and a surge of joy welled up inside her. She snuggled into Zhang Wen's arms and said sweetly, "Xiao Wen, I missed you so much... Why didn't you say a word to me before leaving..."

Zhang Wen turned and pulled his sister's warm, soft body into his arms. Under her expectant gaze, he pressed her down onto the kang (heated brick bed), lowered his head, and began to lightly kiss her rosy, alluring lips, panting as he said, "Sister... I missed you too..."

At this point, no further explanation was needed.

"Mmm..."

Zhang Shaolin smelled the familiar scent of the man, and the strange feeling of being pinned down by her brother surged through her again. Before she could speak, she felt her brother's tongue slip into her mouth, playing with it wantonly and roughly. Her eyes narrowed, and she responded passionately with her small, fragrant tongue.

The two embraced, kissing intensely, rolling back and forth on the kang, rubbing their bodies together with utter ecstasy. Zhang Shaolin was completely lost in this familiar yet irresistible ecstasy, whimpering as she welcomed her brother's rough exploration. After a while, feeling her mind go blank and almost unable to catch her breath, she suddenly had a burst of strength and a sharp jolt, shoving Zhang Wen away from her. Gasping for breath, she gasped, "You little brat, you want to... suffocate me... ah!"

Caught off guard, Zhang Wen fell to the side. Savoring the sweet taste of his sister's lips, he reluctantly moved back to her side, gazing longingly at her lips still wet with his saliva. His hand slowly caressed her smooth, delicate abdomen, scraping her soft skin as he panted, "Sister, I want it..."

Zhang Shaolin rolled her eyes at Zhang Wen with slightly misty eyes, then suddenly reached out and quickly touched her brother's crotch, finding it hard as iron. Despite a slight stirring of desire within her, Zhang Wen hesitated for a moment before saying, "Xiao Wen, how about we wait until tonight? Mom and Uncle will be back soon. My little sister is still playing outside."

"Sister, I want you right now."

The alluring scent of her sister filled the air, and Zhang Wen couldn't resist any longer. He flipped her over and pressed down on her, frantically nibbling at her soft, fragrant neck while panting as he tried to tear off her clothes.

Zhang Shaolin felt her brother's breath tickling her like insects crawling all over her. Just as she was about to speak, her brother's hand had already slipped inside her new clothes, quickly grasping one of her breasts and roughly kneading it. The overwhelming pleasure made her almost lose herself, unable to say anything more, only able to follow her brother's actions and savor the intoxicating sensation.

"Brother..."

Just as Zhang Wen was grabbing the edge of his sister's shorts, his sister's excited voice suddenly rang out from outside. Startled, he quickly let go and sat down obediently to the side.

Xiao Dan ran in giggling, wearing a tight-fitting little girl's top and a pair of small, milky-white panties underneath. She was youthful and incredibly alluring, her small arms and legs delicate and graceful. Her pretty face was filled with joy and delight as she looked at Zhang Wen, seemingly unaware of what her brother and sister were doing or that she was interrupting their fun. She rushed into the room and jumped onto the kang (heated brick bed). After glancing questioningly at her sister's flushed face, she threw herself into Zhang Wen's arms.

"Gently...gently, you're going to crush me!"

Zhang Wen said, feigning pain. Seeing a hint of disappointment in his sister's eyes, he could only give her a reluctant look in return.

Xiao Dan seemed completely unaware of how alluring her revealing outfit was to men. She sat on Zhang Wen's lap with a beaming smile, wrapping her arms around her brother's neck and exclaiming excitedly, "Brother, where did you buy so many pretty clothes? I've never seen anything like them before!"

"I bought them specially..."

Zhang Wen felt his sister's tender, newly formed buttocks perfectly positioned on his manhood. The slight movement of her bottom, the gentle rubbing, brought him immense pleasure. It was as if they had a natural understanding; her little cleft felt more fitting than if it were tailor-made. He couldn't help but sigh in relief, unable to speak clearly.

Xiao Dan then realized what they had been doing. She smiled slyly and gently wiggled her bottom, causing Zhang Wen to gasp deeply.

Seeing her younger sister sitting on Zhang Wen's lap in such an intimate position—a classic "sitting on someone's lap and swallowing a stick" pose—Zhang Shaolin felt a surge of jealousy for some reason. She said irritably, "Xiao Dan, what are you doing in here? Where's Xi'er? Why aren't you watching her properly?"

"Hehe, she went to the new house with Mom to look around,"

Xiao Dan said with a smile, then playfully shook Zhang Wen's hand, her cute face full of pleading. "Brother, I saw a pretty chain in your bag, can I have it?"

"A chain..."

Zhang Wen asked, feigning ignorance.

Xiao Dan chuckled softly, then suddenly pulled a shimmering white object from her clothes. Unfolding it, it revealed a dazzling platinum necklace. She said with adoration, "Hehe, I thought it was pretty, so I took it out. Can I have it? I think it's so beautiful!"

Zhang Wen was stunned. Wasn't this the necklace he was planning to give to his sister? His little sister had actually found it! Looking back, she saw a possessive glint in her sister's eyes, and she was also looking at her with displeasure. A clever idea struck her, and she smiled sweetly, saying, "Okay, but you have to go to the new house and call Mom back for dinner."

"Long live brother..."

Xiao Dan cheered, then held the necklace up to her ears with obvious delight. But she showed no sign of leaving!

Zhang Wen gritted his teeth in anger. Of all times, this brat had to come in, right when the passion was about to begin, forcing him to endure his sister's jealous and resentful gaze. He said irritably, "Xiao Dan, why aren't you going yet? If you're late, I won't give it to you."

"Oh..."

Xiao Dan seemed particularly enamored with the necklace. After snapping out of her reverie, she responded with a resentful look in her eyes, "Brother, Mom said those two bags of clothes you left are new clothes for your future wife, and she won't let us choose. I have nothing to change into. Am I supposed to go out in my underwear? I have nothing to change into..."

With that, the little girl turned around pitifully, pointing to her bottom, which was only covered by underwear. The sight of her white, fleshy buttocks almost made Zhang Wen's nose bleed.

Zhang Wen felt his sister's gaze was as cold as ice, piercing his back, making him want to slash her with a knife. Seeing the sly smile her younger sister was trying to hide, she really wanted to slap her little bottom, but she couldn't help but compose herself and said, "Go ahead and open a pack if you want. I'll talk to Mom when she gets back. You can choose whichever you like tonight!"

"Hehe, I knew my brother was the best to me."

Xiao Dan chuckled, gave Zhang Wen a smug look, grabbed the necklace, and skipped away.

"Xiao Wen..."

Zhang Shaolin looked at Zhang Wen with jealousy in her eyes, her drawn-out voice sending a chill down one's spine.

Although Zhang Wen sensed a sour smell permeating the room, he could tell from his sister's eyes that she was particularly fond of the exquisite platinum chain. Fortunately, he had taken precautions in advance and immediately approached her with a smile, feigning innocence, asking, "Sis, what's wrong?"

Zhang Shaolin felt a pang of bitterness when she saw her brother pretending not to understand why she was unhappy. She snorted coldly, turned her head away, and sulked, ignoring Zhang Wen.

Seeing her like this, Zhang Wen remained calm, as he had expected it. He quietly pulled a small silver chain from his pocket and, taking advantage of his sister's momentary lapse in attention, suddenly pushed her down onto the kang (heated brick bed).

"You…"

Zhang Shaolin was already in a bad mood, and now, thinking her brother intended to continue teasing her, she looked up, somewhat embarrassed and angry, and spoke.

Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Wen forcefully grabbed her jade-like, fair left foot and placed it in his palm. He gazed adoringly at its beautiful, alluring curves and the snow-white skin with a rosy tint. Seeing his sister turn her face away in displeasure, he chuckled and carefully put the delicate little anklet on her foot.

Zhang Shaolin felt a chill on her feet. Looking up, she saw her younger brother gently placing a small but exquisite anklet on her foot. A surge of joy welled up inside her, and her eyes softened as she asked, "What is this…?"

Zhang Wen smiled slightly, looking at her with deep affection, "Sister, this is a silver anklet. Wearing it, you'll be my woman for life. You can't escape anywhere; you can only stay obediently by my side."

As he spoke, his eyes were already drawn to his sister's beautiful, exquisitely carved feet.

"Xiao Wen…"

Zhang Shaolin's heart fluttered at her brother's sweet and domineering words. The delicate anklet on her foot instantly dispelled all her jealousy, and her eyes began to mist over. Just as she called out softly, she was surprised to find her brother holding her leg and beginning to kiss her ankle intimately.

"No, don't kiss my feet!" Zhang Shaolin squirmed her mature body, a little ticklish, and said coquettishly, "How could you be so naughty? They're so dirty!" Zhang Wen chuckled, "What's dirty about them? Look how white they are, like tofu! If I wasn't afraid of hurting you, I would have swallowed them whole."

After saying that, he continued to lift her delicate jade feet and lick them a few more times. Zhang Wen slowly kissed upwards, seeing his sister half-closing her beautiful eyes and panting softly, looking like she was ready to be taken, her arms outstretched, her breasts full and particularly tempting. His lust was stirred, and he continued to kiss upwards, slowly kissing his sister's sensitive and tender inner thighs. His tongue couldn't help but stick out, beginning to lick the sweet taste into his heart.

"No..."

Zhang Shaolin's cheeks were already covered with a drunken blush, and she spoke with a soft, panting breath. Seeing her younger brother forcefully pull her shorts up to her thighs, her heart raced, anticipating the intoxicating pleasure that would make her bones go weak.

Zhang Wen passionately licked her womanly skin. Although he hadn't yet seen his sister's most alluring private parts, the very base of her beautiful legs was already filled with an aphrodisiac scent. While passionately kissing her, he felt his sister's delicate body arch slightly involuntarily, and immediately began to savor that private area filled with the scent of fragrant sweat. His other hand, unsatisfied, stroked her lower abdomen a few times before slowly moving upwards...
Chapter 5 of 10-22: Absence Makes the Heart Blossom

"Gently...don't ruin your clothes..."

Zhang Shaolin's beautiful eyes were already filled with a hazy and seductive mist. She kept twisting her graceful body restlessly, her hands wrapped around her brother's waist, unconsciously reaching down to the man's firm and hard buttocks, stroking them intensely.

Panting heavily, Zhang Wen abruptly straightened up, throwing off his cumbersome clothes and revealing his somewhat thin but muscular body. Seeing the saliva still glistening from his kiss on his sister's lips, he was overcome with lust and leaned down, cupping her head in his hands and taking one of her delicate earlobes into his mouth, licking it gently, his tongue probing deeply.

"Little brother… ah…"

Zhang Shaolin's ear was a very sensitive spot; the warm, moist, itchy sensation from the licking made her involuntarily spasm a few times, feeling her groin become even wetter.

While silently licking his sister's ear, Zhang Wen couldn't resist pulling her bra up to his shoulder, leaving only her new white bra covering her two full, alluring breasts. He reached behind her, wanting to quickly remove the bra so he could properly admire her infinitely alluring breasts. Still a novice, and a bit impatient, he fumbled around for ages, unable to unhook the tiny clasp.

Seeing her brother's face turn pale with anxiety, Zhang Shaolin chuckled and sat up, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra while saying seductively, "Look how anxious you are! You're already thinking about good things as soon as you get back!"

"Hehe...this is already a huge good thing."

Zhang Wen watched his sister's alluring movements as she slowly unhooked her bra. When it fell down, a pair of full, round, and beautiful breasts were revealed, their elastic trembling irresistible. Unable to resist, she pounced on him again…

“Xiao Wen, don’t be in such a hurry, let me see…”

Zhang Shaolin chuckled as she dodged, one hand covering her bouncing breasts, the other gently placed on her brother’s cheek, and said softly, “Xiao Wen, you’ve lost weight these past few days…”

Zhang Wen stared intently at his sister’s seemingly larger, round breasts, and said lecherously, “Sister, you seem to have gotten bigger…”

“You little pervert…”

Zhang Shaolin gave him a charming glare, then slowly released her hands. Seeing her brother's infatuated gaze, she couldn't help but playfully say, "I need to check if you've been out doing anything inappropriate..."

"No way..."

Zhang Wen knew this was just his sister joking, so he seized the opportunity to stand up, yanked down his pants, and pointed to his engorged, purplish-hard penis, confidently declaring, "Look at it, it's so hard... I wouldn't be out doing anything inappropriate! I don't have time for that!"

"Then I'll have to check..."

Zhang Shaolin smiled seductively and knelt before her brother. Her small hands grasped his penis, kneading it while speaking seductively, deliberately breathing hot air to tease Zhang Wen's glans.

Zhang Wen immediately took a comfortable breath, his voice trembling slightly as he said, "Sis, then hurry up and check. I'm going to go crazy in a bit..."

Zhang Shaolin pretended to be cautious as she leaned closer to his manhood and sniffed it, then playfully exhaled a few puffs of hot air onto it, smiling as she said, "Okay, I believe you. It smells so bad, haven't you washed in a long time?"

"It doesn't smell bad... impossible, look again, am I that kind of person?"

Zhang Wen's face flushed red. He was sure he hadn't showered in a long time since he left home, so the smell was normal!

Zhang Shaolin giggled and then grabbed his manhood, starting to move it up and down with a slightly clumsy but trembling motion. Watching the large, round head being covered when she moved up and exposed when she moved down looked very amusing, and she couldn't help but say with a mischievous smile, "I'm not looking anymore... let me reduce the swelling."

"No... don't do that..."

Zhang Wen was so excited that his brain was about to jump, but thinking that if he ejaculated so quickly, he wouldn't be able to play with it for long, he quickly pushed his sister down and pounced on her like a tiger pouncing on a sheep.

"No...no..."

Zhang Shaolin cried out in feigned surprise a few times, and under her brother's rough actions, she had already pulled down her pants and panties, revealing her delicate and perfect private parts. The

moment they were naked, Zhang Wen impatiently pressed down on her, lowering his mouth to suckle a small, bright red nipple, one hand caressing her maddening triangle, searching for the sensitive spot, the other hand gently kneading her full, plump breasts.

"Ah...so good..."

Zhang Shaolin was immediately captivated by her brother's all-out offensive. Her small mouth trembled as she uttered indistinct murmurs, her small hands gently caressing Zhang Wen's testicles.

Seeing his sister willingly spread her legs further, Zhang Wen felt a surge of pleasure and slowly moved his hand down to her beautiful, orchid-like petals, finding them already wet. While licking his sister's fragrant collarbone, he teased, "Hehe, sister, are you craving it? Why are you so wet..."

"Yes, I am... stop teasing me, hurry up and come in... come in..."

Zhang Shaolin said, her eyes half-closed, exhaling a fragrant breath. She made no attempt to hide her longing for this intoxicating sensation. Her hazy eyes gazed at Zhang Wen with desire.

Zhang Shaolin's private parts were soaking wet, her red labia already engorged and blooming! The already pink flesh was coated with a layer of clear love fluid, looking even more delicious, and one could almost see the expectant contractions within her little hole.

Zhang Wen could no longer restrain himself. He stared directly into his sister's shy yet yearning eyes. He slowly knelt down beneath her, spreading her long, jade-like legs apart. While looking at her moist, tender vulva and alluring pubic hair, he teased, "Sister, you've got such a strong desire... Look how wet she is... Hehe, it's almost drowning..."

"Wait..."

Just as Zhang Wen was about to mount her, Zhang Shaolin suddenly snapped to attention and said, "Close the door first..."

Zhang Wen turned around and realized that after playing for so long, he hadn't even closed the door, let alone locked it. This meant anyone could come in and watch the passionate scene for free! Although he was already very aroused and wanted to pin his sister down and have a passionate, stormy encounter, he gritted his teeth and restrained himself, jumping off the bed to lock the door.

Turning around, he saw his sister's reclining body and alluring posture, her slightly parted legs revealing a captivating sight that would drive any man mad. Zhang Wen couldn't help but swallow hard, a sudden thought flashing through his mind. He climbed onto the bed and said lecherously, "Sister, I'll teach you a fun position..."

"What position?" Zhang Shaolin asked curiously. A little overwhelmed by her brother's lecherous gaze, she subtly closed her legs a little.

Zhang Wen carefully climbed onto the bed, seeing his sister's confused expression, realizing that the people here didn't know much about sex. He helped her sit up, saying, "How about we try woman on top?" "How do we do it?" Zhang Shaolin didn't feel shy or embarrassed; instead, she asked with interest. She sat up in sync with her brother's movements, her soft breasts bouncing up and down, making it hard to look away.

Although Zhang Wen lingered on their throbbing bodies, he suppressed his urge and sat down. He gently pulled his sister closer, supporting her waist as he explained, "It's the position where I sit here and you sit on top so I can slowly insert it."

"So many variations..."

Zhang Shaolin said sweetly, then cooperated by slowly spreading her legs and squatting, displaying her alluring triangle as she moved upwards.

"Yes, yes... like this... slowly sit down."

Zhang Wen was also trying new techniques for the first time, even though he'd learned them from Japanese adult films. He knew far more than his bewildered sister. He held his penis, aiming it at her moist opening, his expression expectant and admiring.

Zhang Shaolin probably already knew what her brother wanted to do. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she obediently aligned herself and gently lowered her hips, slowly inserting his hard penis into her body. Her legs trembled with the fullness of penetration, and her face showed a blissful expression.

Zhang Wen watched as his sister sat down, his penis breaking through the protective petals, squeezing through layers of tight, sticky flesh, and slowly entering her body. The tight, warm sensation made Zhang Wen involuntarily gasp in pleasure. When his sister, somewhat weak, had fully taken his penis in, both of them were somewhat dazed, enjoying this most intimate union.

Zhang Wen was so excited that his mind went blank. He hadn't touched his sister's body for several days, and the longing was more unbearable than drug addiction. Now, as he thrust into her vagina, the intense stimulation caused his sensitive penis to swell, almost making him ejaculate! Zhang Wen felt as if his sister's vagina was contracting with a suction force, like a group of children massaging him with their soft little hands. The pleasure was so intense that he almost ejaculated, but he managed to suppress the overwhelming pleasure. Seeing his sister looking at him with such passion, he slowly kissed her red lips while supporting himself on the ground, arching his back...

"Beautiful...faster...faster..."

Zhang Shaolin felt as if all the bones in her body had been removed by this slow, gentle caress. She had no strength to support herself and leaned softly against Zhang Wen, but her soft moans didn't stop.

"Be gentle..."

"No...I can't...faster..."

"Ah...so...comfortable..."

The biggest advantage of the sitting-on-the-back position is that it allows for deep penetration, but it can be quite tiring if the woman doesn't cooperate. After more than ten minutes, Zhang Wen felt his sister's weight pressing down on him, making his back ache.

"What's wrong..."

Seeing her brother suddenly stop, Zhang Shaolin felt a little unsatisfied. She twisted her waist and swayed a couple of times to express her desire, seemingly a little anxious, and started shaking herself.

Overcome with pleasure, Zhang Wen jolted back and smiled at her, saying, "Sis, I'm tired... Why don't you move a bit..."

Zhang Shaolin straddled her brother, a position that was undeniably embarrassing. But seeing the sweat on his face, she felt a pang of sympathy; after all, he had just arrived home exhausted from his journey. Hesitating for a moment, she slowly raised her buttocks, pushing half of his penis out, then lowered herself, feeling as if she had reached the deepest point, as if it were penetrating her entire body. Taking a comfortable breath, she trembled and said, "Is... like this?" Seeing his sister's wet, beautiful buttocks moving up and down, swallowing his entire penis, the visual stimulation was no less than the physical. He immediately nodded and excitedly said, "Yes, sis... just move like this..."

"Mmm..."

Zhang Shaolin nodded shyly. Although the overwhelming pleasure made her feel weak all over, seeing her brother's excited expression made her very happy. Kneeling with her hands on the ground, she lowered her head shyly, slowly savoring the strange pleasure while swaying her hips, actively letting her younger brother ravage her body.

"...So comfortable...hurry up..."

Zhang Wen was so comfortable that his mind went blank, especially his sister's shy yet eager expression, which aroused an inexplicable pleasure in him. Watching her buttocks rise and fall, swallowing and releasing his manhood, he was so excited that his blood was boiling.

But Zhang Shaolin had already lost her second time from behind. After moving for a short while, she was so comfortable that she had no strength left. She collapsed weakly into Zhang Wen's arms, panting and saying intermittently, "Brother...I, I...can't take it anymore...you do it..."

Although this pause made Zhang Wen feel a little empty inside, he couldn't force her when he saw his sister so exhausted. Looking at the kang table next to him, he immediately had an idea, but before he could put it into practice, he suddenly heard his younger sister's clear and childish voice outside: "Brother... get up quickly... Mom wants you to go to the construction site."

Zhang Shaolin panicked immediately: "Little sister is back, let's get dressed quickly."

At this point, Zhang Wen didn't care about anything else. Giving up halfway was the most frustrating thing! He thought bitterly that his sister had to come now of all times. But seeing his sister trying to escape, he quickly grabbed her hand, got up, and pressed her down on the bed. While pressing her down with his body, he spread her legs and thrust his still-erect member into her again.

"Xiao Wen... get up quickly..."

Zhang Shaolin saw her brother pressing down on her with lustful eyes. Just as she was about to struggle, she felt the big thing inside her thrust hard, and couldn't help but groan "Ah."

At this point, Zhang Wen didn't care about anything else. He grabbed her beautiful legs and began to thrust hard. Each time, he went all the way in, reaching her core, making the sounds of water and flesh colliding. Her resistance and struggles became increasingly powerless. Her body went limp under this onslaught.

"Sister... what are you doing... open the door..."

Xiao Dan walked to the door, and seeing it tightly closed, she became suspicious and started banging on it while calling out.

"Xiao... Xiao Wen..."

Zhang Shaolin covered her mouth tightly to suppress her moans of passion. She wanted to persuade her brother to stop, but the overwhelming pleasure prevented her from speaking, turning into suppressed moans.

"Ugh..."

Zhang Shaolin suddenly convulsed violently, her body stiffening and arching a few times before a stream of warm love fluid gushed from her uterus, marking her first orgasm after a long separation.

"Ah!" Zhang Shaolin's eyes widened, and after a long sigh, her body gradually went limp. She said weakly, "Brother, can I give it to you tonight? Stop for a minute, Xiaodan is still outside!" "Wait...wait a minute..."

Zhang Wen's forehead was covered in sweat. Seeing his sister still calling out outside, he was furious. Suddenly, a wicked thought arose. He forcefully pulled away his sister's hand covering her mouth and thrust even harder.

"Ah...gently...gently..."

Zhang Shaolin's clitoris trembled from the thrusts, and she couldn't help but moan.

A forbidden pleasure surged within Zhang Wen. His sister was banging on the door outside, while he was inside, vigorously having sex with her. Xiaodan must have heard her sister's loud moans. Thinking of this, he felt an immediate surge of pleasure, even the hairs on his body stood on end. After a series of fierce thrusts, his waist suddenly went numb; he knew he was about to ejaculate.

"What are you doing? Open the door! Sis, what's wrong?" Xiao Dan heard her sister's cries of pain from outside and immediately shouted anxiously, pounding on the door even harder.

"Quick..."

Zhang Shaolin felt her brother was nearing his limit; his penis seemed to have swelled, causing her to instinctively clench her legs and twitch uncontrollably.

Zhang Wen could no longer hold back. After a few violent thrusts, he pulled out his penis and began to masturbate. Before he could take two steps forward, his milky-white semen gushed out, accompanied by his sister's panting and moans and his sister's anxious cries, spraying onto his sister's breasts and neck, and even some of it reaching her mouth! After ejaculating, he felt weak all over and collapsed, panting heavily beside his sister.

"Sis, what are you doing..."

Xiao Dan pounded on the door for a while, and when the previous chaotic sounds inside the room suddenly stopped, she was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes. Although the little girl was a bit mischievous, she still lacked understanding of certain matters, and she pounded on the door even harder with her little hands.

Zhang Wen, savoring the afterglow of pleasure, hugged his sister's soft, smooth body, thinking mischievously: What am I doing… having sex with your sister?

Zhang Shaolin, hearing her sister's almost tearful voice, quickly opened her eyes and pushed away her brother, who was still panting heavily on top of her, saying with a hint of reproach, "Xiao Wen, hurry up and open the door. Xiao Dan will be worried sick!"

Zhang Wen slowly and reluctantly stood up, noticing that his penis was already limp and hanging down, covered in the sticky residue of passion. Seeing his sister's slightly upturned, rosy lips as she scolded him, so alluring, he couldn't help but feel a

surge of lust. He straightened his back, grinning lewdly, and said, "Then lick it for me..." Zhang Shaolin hadn't expected her brother to still be in the mood to tease her at this time. She gave a slight reproach, quickly slapping his still-sticky penis a few times, and said in a nasty tone, "If you don't go now, I'll bite it off."

Zhang Wen chuckled, knowing his sister was somewhat angry. He jumped off the bed

naked, opened the door, and said irritably, "What are you yelling for? Can't you pick your time?" The door burst open, and Xiao Dan saw her brother running out naked, his penis glistening with moisture, and couldn't help but glance at him curiously. Looking into the room, although her sister had pulled a sheet over her private parts, the blush on her face and her disheveled hair made it clear what had just happened.

Xiao Dan blushed slightly and said somewhat angrily, "Brother, even if you're messing around in there, at least take a moment to say hello, okay? I thought you were dead!"

Zhang Wen glanced at his sister from head to toe. His sister was indeed quite pretty when dressed up. She was wearing a blue casual outfit somewhat like a school uniform, with white casual sandals on her feet. While her quiet attire didn't quite match her somewhat fiery personality, it made her look petite, cute, and exceptionally charming.

Unexpectedly, this girl has such a good eye for clothes. Zhang Wen couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to pinch her pouty cheeks and saying, "Okay, Xiao Dan, don't be angry. It was your brother's fault, okay?" Seeing her younger sister in her new clothes, wearing her favorite necklace that shone with an enviable gleam, looking beautiful with the outfit, Zhang Shaolin couldn't help but ask with a hint of jealousy, "Little sister, did you unpack those bags?"

"Yeah...hehe, anyway, brother said it's okay, so Mom won't scold me."

Xiao Dan proudly tugged at her new clothes, turning around with a smug grin, looking at Zhang Shaolin with a beaming smile. However, she still pinched Zhang Wen's hand hard and gave him a disdainful glare.

Zhang Shaolin immediately started getting dressed, quickly tidying her hair before getting off the kang (heated brick bed). As her little feet took their first steps, they seemed to deliberately show off, shaking them vigorously a few times. The delicate chain on her ankle immediately emitted a clear, melodious tinkling sound, instantly calming the air in the sweltering summer heat.

Zhang Shaolin slowly walked to their side, pleased with her sister's curious expression, and smiled, saying, "Since you've already opened them, I'll go pick out a few things too!"

Zhang Wen then wondered where all the things he had bought had gone. Were they all piled up in the yard? Why couldn't he see them inside the house?

Xiao Dan's attention was immediately drawn to the exquisite anklet. After her big, dark eyes darted around a couple of times, she affectionately took her sister's hand, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Sister, did Brother buy you this anklet? It's so pretty!"

"Yes..."

Zhang Shaolin replied, her face full of pride and happiness. The lingering blush from the previous night hadn't faded, covering her pretty face and making her look extremely charming. As she spoke, she proudly wiggled her little feet, making the bells ring melodiously.

Zhang Wen smiled lewdly; the bells had rung every time he thrust into his sister's body, the rhythmic sound almost like aphrodisiac music. This anklet was definitely a good buy! Xiao Dan seemed particularly fond of the crisp bell sound. After squatting down to examine it closely for a few moments, she looked up and said flatteringly, "Sister, can I trade you this necklace? I love this necklace so much!" "No way, it was a gift from your brother, how can I just trade it away!"

Zhang Shaolin said shyly, her eyes filled with a deep tenderness that seemed to drown one in it.

Xiao Dan immediately turned her head away in a huff, looking at the silver anklet with some reluctance, muttering, "Tch, it's just a broken chain, you treat it like a treasure..."

Zhang Shaolin chuckled, noticing her younger brother standing beside her still wearing his pants. He'd been listening to their conversation, and his once rock-hard erection had gone limp, looking quite lewd, the air seemingly still thick with the smell of his own secretions. Her face flushed, and she couldn't help but scold, "Xiao Wen, why aren't you dressed yet? Didn't Mom call you? Hurry up and put on your clothes and go see what's wrong!"

Zhang Wen stared wide-eyed at his sister's collarbone. His sister, preoccupied with showing off, hadn't noticed the sticky semen still clinging to her skin, like embellishments on her fair complexion, both alluring and incredibly seductive. After swallowing hard, she pointed and said, "Sister, you haven't cleaned yourself up yet!"

Zhang Shaolin looked down and realized that she had been so busy getting dressed that she had forgotten about the filth her brother had left on her. She said "Ah" in embarrassment and immediately turned and went into the house, blushing as she took some tissues to wipe away the pungent, sticky substance!

Xiao Dan also looked at the white thing curiously. Taking advantage of a moment when she turned around, she quickly scraped a little with her small hand and held it in front of her. After carefully sniffing it, she asked Zhang Wen with a curious look, "What is this thing? It smells so weird!"

Damn, seeing that her hands were covered in his semen, and she was asking such a question with such an innocent look, her big, bright eyes full of naivety and doubt, Zhang Wen suddenly felt a little excited. After a moment's thought, a wicked idea surfaced in his mind. He immediately coaxed her in a gentle voice, "Why don't you try it and you'll know?"

Xiao Dan sniffed it a few more times, then shook her head and said, "It doesn't smell like anything. Who knows what it is? Will it kill someone?"

Seeing how serious her expression was, Zhang Wen broke out in a cold sweat. However, he continued to persuade her in a low voice, "No, I specially prepared this for my sister. After eating it, her skin will become snow-white and she'll become beautiful! I wouldn't even give it to Mom. You should eat it quickly, or my sister will be unhappy when she sees it."

"Really?"

Xiao Dan was somewhat tempted, but still looked at Zhang Wen with skeptical eyes.

"If I'm lying to you, I'm a pig..."

Zhang Wen assured her confidently. This stuff really could beautify the skin; science had proven that it was full of protein, and he was absolutely certain of his words. But I really want to become a pig, eat my fill, sleep, sleep my fill—that kind of life wouldn't be bad. If I really have nothing to do, I can go out and breed some sows, take care of those little ewes, and then just euthanize them with a single cut. At least I wouldn't have to suffer from disease. How damn happy would that be!

Seeing Zhang Wen's confident expression, Xiao Dan began to believe him. She brought her finger to her lips and carefully licked it with her tongue. After confirming there was no strange taste, she put the whole finger in her mouth and sucked on it like a child eating candy. After a few sucks, she felt there was no taste, and it seemed a little salty and fishy, so she immediately lost interest.

Zhang Wen's eyes widened. The two little dimples that appeared when his sister sucked on her cute little face looked especially adorable. Her little mouth was pursed into an "O" shape, and she was even making tsk-tsk sounds. He couldn't help but think, what if she wasn't sucking on his finger, but on his own... how wonderful that would be! Thinking about it, he naturally got a little hard again.

After Xiao Dan licked it with some skepticism, she felt that it wasn't as novel as before. Looking back, I saw that my brother's eyes were practically gleaming with greed. I wondered if he was laughing at me for sucking my fingers earlier, so I said in a slightly annoyed tone, "Brother, are you stupid?! Go get dressed while you're naked, or Mom will be getting impatient."

"Okay...okay."

Zhang Wen suddenly snapped out of his daze, went inside, quickly wiped his almost erect penis with a tissue, and while getting dressed, said to his sister, who was excitedly admiring her new face in the mirror, "Sis, I'm going out for a bit. Bring those clothes inside and pick them out later, don't leave them outside, they'll get damp."

Zhang Shaolin, wiping the grime from her shoulders with a tissue, replied without turning around, "Okay, but if Mom says anything when I'm done picking them out, you have to help her out. Just pile the clothes up, I'll wash them all later."

Zhang Wen, now dressed in his new clothes, saw his sister's full, alluring buttocks encased in her shorts as she sat with her legs bent, and couldn't help but pat them, laughing as he ran, "I know, my dear sister! Your butt is so fleshy!"

"You little rascal..."

Zhang Shaolin scolded playfully!

Zhang Wen chuckled, grabbed his little sister's hand, and ran outside. Passing through the yard, he noticed the pile of things he'd bought was placed on top of a pile of firewood. It was probably for moisture protection, with a thick layer of dry straw underneath; they were likely piled up there because there wasn't enough room inside. The village was really safe; even a ten-year-old could probably climb over that wall, yet nothing was stolen from such easy access.

As they walked, Zhang Wen's mind was racing. After jumping around a few times, Xiao Dan couldn't contain her curiosity and asked, "Brother, what was that thing you gave me to eat?"

Zhang Wen's mind finally calmed down a bit. He kicked at the sand and pebbles under his feet, trying to think of a solution. If she accidentally told their mother or sister that he'd tricked her into eating that stuff, a beating would be merciful; a knife or stick wouldn't be out of the question. Thinking of how fiercely his mother beat the dog with a stick, each blow eliciting screams of agony, a chill ran down his spine. He had to quickly think of a way to deal with her.

"Well, tell me..."

Xiao Dan rolled her eyes impatiently at her brother's silence.

Zhang Wen's mind raced. As they walked, he leaned close to her ear and whispered mysteriously, "Xiao Dan, you can't tell Mom and my sister, or I won't tell you anymore."

"Okay!"

Xiao Dan nodded happily.

Looking at her cute little face, Zhang Wen thought that this might fool her for a while, but not forever. Besides, children are more open-minded; she might let something slip at any moment. So, he said firmly, "That's what brother uses to have babies."

Xiao Dan was stunned for a moment, standing there looking at Zhang Wen with surprise. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Brother, you mean the thing you gave me to eat was pissed off your penis?"

Zhang Wen broke out in a cold sweat. This girl knew quite a lot, actually saying it so directly. The word "penis" was really cute. Although he felt a little guilty, he could only nod and say, "That's right. Didn't you know what your sister and I were doing in the house just now?"

Xiao Dan felt a wave of nausea wash over her, her face growing paler and paler. Unable to bear it any longer, she squatted down by the roadside and dry heaved.

Zhang Wen hadn't expected her reaction to be so strong. He quickly went over and patted her back while asking with concern, "Little sister, are you alright?"

"Get...get lost!"

Xiao Dan's face turned blue from holding her breath, her mouth open and tongue lolling out, the veins on her neck bulging, and her eyes red. She gagged while glaring fiercely at Zhang Wen.

While patting her back, Zhang Wen took out some tissues from his pocket to wipe the saliva from the corners of her mouth. For some reason, seeing so much saliva in her open mouth, some even dripping down in a straight line, Zhang Wen felt an urge to kiss her, but he restrained himself and explained, "Xiao Dan, that stuff isn't dirty, and it can even improve your skin. I'm not lying to you, it's scientifically proven!"

After a while, Xiao Dan finally stopped gagging and struggled to straighten up. Her large, reddened eyes, glistening with tears, glared at Zhang Wen, and she said fiercely, "Come on, what kind of bullshit science is this? Don't try to fool me. What's the difference between tricking someone into eating your stuff and making me drink urine?!"

Zhang Wen's mind went blank. Such a sensual temptation had somehow escalated to talking about drinking urine. It really was a case of children speaking without thinking. Feeling a little uneasy under his sister's bitter, resentful gaze, Zhang Wen thought for a moment and could only shrug and explain, "Little sister, you're mistaken. That stuff isn't the same as pee. It's an intimate act between people who like each other. Didn't you peek at how your sister and I did it last time? It's really nothing."

Xiao Dan ignored Zhang Wen's explanation and retorted irritably, "Who likes you? You're just being presumptuous! You tricked me into eating such disgusting stuff. I'm not done with you..."

Zhang Wen sighed helplessly, realizing that Xiao Dan was still throwing a childish tantrum, and with her stubborn personality, the more he explained, the more chaotic things would likely become. After thinking for a while, he said as he walked, "You think it's disgusting? There's a saying about this: ten drops of blood aren't worth one drop of semen. Look how precious your brother's stuff is, even a single drop is valuable. Your sister doesn't have much, how come you don't know how good it is!"

"You damned bastard..."

Xiao Dan cursed without hesitation, "If it's precious, you can get it for your sister, I don't want it. You're just trying to fool me because I'm young and don't understand, you bad guy, hooligan, scum, degenerate, animal, beast! No, you're worse than an animal, how can you trick your own sister into drinking urine?"

Damn, this little girl hasn't been to school, she can't even read, where did she get so many words hiding in such a remote place? Zhang Wen cursed inwardly, seeing that this method wouldn't work, he could only use the most effective and primitive method for children: deception.

After a moment's thought, Zhang Wen suddenly sighed and said, "Sigh, I bought some nice things for my Xiaodan. Now that she doesn't like me anymore, there's no point in keeping them. I'll give them all to her older sister later!"

He then glanced at her. His younger sister had stopped her tantrum, her expression shifting, trying to conceal her curiosity, but revealing a mixture of anticipation and stubborn reluctance to admit it.

Zhang Wen immediately added fuel to the fire, saying, "And those little pieces of jewelry, Mom will probably love them. Let's give them to her! She'll look beautiful in them."

Xiaodan was still a child at heart. Although she had softened inwardly, she still stubbornly asked, "If I'm not angry anymore, will you give me those things?"

"We'll see..."

Zhang Wen affectionately put his arm around her shoulder and said with a lewd smile, "Come on, Xiaodan is so pretty, give your brother a smile..."

"Hmph..."

Xiaodan snorted and turned her head away, but she was clearly no longer as angry as before.

"Then brother will give you a smile!"

Zhang Wen pressed his nose into a pig's nose, grinned, and crossed his eyes. He made a very ugly face, ruining his own image to make her happy.

Xiao Dan turned her head and couldn't help but burst out laughing, her delicate laughter very pleasant to hear. But seeing her brother's smug expression again, she immediately felt as if she had lost face and shut her mouth.

Zhang Wen smiled and picked her up in one swift motion, running along the rugged mountain path amidst his sister's exclamations, shouting happily, "Selling piglets! Selling piglets! My Xiao Dan is fifteen years old, selling to someone to be a child bride! If no one wants her, she can be sold as a piglet!"

"Brother, you're so mean... put me down..."

Xiao Dan struggled a few times at first, but then she felt that her brother's intimate actions were particularly comforting, so she stopped moving, obediently being held, enjoying this happy affection.

Zhang Wen, having grown up in the city, wasn't very strong and was already panting heavily after running for a while. Seeing Xiao Dan's happy expression and her rare display of genuine cuteness, he was reluctant to put her down, but his arms were too sore, so he could only plead, "Little sister, can you get down first? I'm tired..."

"No..."

Xiao Dan's cute face was full of a threatening smile as she said coquettishly, "Weren't you going to sell me? We haven't found a buyer yet, how can you let me go!"

"Grandma, how could I dare sell you? My Xiao Dan is so beautiful, look how pretty she is! I can't bear to part with her. From now on! Don't even think about getting married, I'll keep you at home with me every day."

Zhang Wen stopped at this moment and realized that his hand was on his sister's small but full, fragrant buttocks, feeling their warmth and softness. He instinctively squeezed them; the unique elasticity of a girl's buttocks felt very comfortable, and his tone involuntarily became a little lewd.

Xiao Dan, completely oblivious to her brother's growing lust, giggled and said with feigned delight, "Hehe, I couldn't be happier! From now on, I'll eat your food, drink your water, wear new clothes, and won't have to serve other men or do so much chores. How comfortable would that be!"

Zhang Wen thought the words sounded familiar, then realized after a moment that this was what his sister had said to him. So laziness was contagious; it was just that they hadn't had the opportunity before. Although he was deeply attracted to his sister's petite body nestled in his arms, he couldn't resist the throbbing pain in his hands. He could only put her down, squeezing her hand as he said, "Little miss, we can talk about this later. Your brother just got off the ship today and hasn't had a good rest yet. Don't exhaust me."

"I don't care if I'm exhausted..."

Xiao Dan snorted, then her beautiful eyes darted around before she grabbed Zhang Wen's hand, shaking it and pleading in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Brother, will you carry me on your back?"

"Carry me?"

Zhang Wen stared wide-eyed at the small curves of her chest, like fried eggs; he figured rubbing against them wouldn't provide any pleasure.

"Please..."

Xiao Dan's sweet voice was practically dripping with sugar.

Zhang Wen felt a chill run down his spine from her voice, unable to resist the alluring little girl's coquettishness. He swallowed hard and unconsciously nodded, saying, "Okay...okay..."

"Hehe, brother is the best."

Xiao Dan smiled smugly and stood behind Zhang Wen, ordering, "Lie down, I can't climb up."

Chapter Six: A New Home

"I think it's fine, I'll respond if you call me..."

Zhang Wen chuckled as he carried her on his back, trying to ignore the warm breath on his ear as his sister spoke, and the ticklish yet pleasant feeling of her long hair brushing against his skin.

Xiao Dan giggled, shouting, "Giddy up, giddy up!" as she playfully moved around on Zhang Wen's back, making him too tired to enjoy the temptation of her little body rubbing against him.

When they reached the halfway point up the mountain, Xiao Dan happily pointed to a red brick house that was about 80% complete, and said excitedly, "Brother, that's our new home."

"Yes, our home."

Zhang Wen felt that the journey wasn't too far. The road was a bit winding, but fortunately, the slope wasn't too steep.

If they spent some time clearing the land, it would probably only take a few minutes to walk straight down the mountain. Looking up, there were still some cement bricks and other materials piled up around the house. The walls seemed to be finished; all that was left was to put on the roof and paint it white. The bricks outside seemed to be for a fence, and many workers were busy working, sweating profusely but looking energetic.

Xiao Dan chuckled and said, "Brother, when we build a house, they pay ten yuan a day, and everyone in the neighborhood is scrambling to get work."

"Hehe, I'll let you work there later!" Zhang Wen replied indulgently, knowing that this place was poor and there was hardly any work to be done, so he was used to the low cost of living.

Under a locust tree in front of the door, Grandpa Bao spread out an old notebook on a large tree stump and was explaining something. His expression was very serious, and the pencil in his hand kept moving back and forth. His uncle and mother sat next to him, listening intently. But Zhang Wen doubted whether they could understand what Grandpa Bao was saying. "Xiao Wen, why did you take so long to come!"

Chen Qiang waved and called out as soon as he saw the siblings approaching.

Chen Guixiang, who was deep in thought, looked up and saw her son carrying his laughing little daughter on his back, his face covered in sweat. She immediately scolded him angrily, "Little sister, your brother hasn't rested enough yet, why are you up to this? Get down right now!"

"Okay..."

Xiao Dan seemed reluctant, but still got off her brother's back and skipped away lightly.

Chen Qiang was still dressed casually; perhaps because of the heat, his trousers were rolled up to his thighs, he wore a straw hat, and a pair of worn-out flip-flops, his bare chest a typical mountain man's attire.

Although his mother wasn't wearing any new clothes today, her simple floral dress and her hair piled up at the back of her head, along with her delicate and pretty face, revealed a natural and unpretentious beauty. Her bare-faced appearance was even more captivatingly beautiful. Her beautiful figure wasn't affected by her slightly tired and awkward sitting posture; instead, it added a seductive curve to her alluring figure. Her full breasts, protected by loose clothing, were still easily imaginable in their shape and beauty.

The woman's alluring and seductive demeanor captivated Zhang Wen, leaving him somewhat mesmerized and unable to move from her spot. Seeing the strange looks from the four of them, he suddenly came to his senses, swaying his waist and laughing, "Oh, this back is killing me, it's almost broken..."

Chen Guixiang quickly helped her son sit on a relatively flat tree branch, and poured a bowl of cool water with a floral fragrance from her water bottle, saying with concern, "Look at you, you're already so tired from getting off the boat, why are you spoiling your little sister? You don't walk mountain paths much, you definitely can't handle it!"

Zhang Wen took the water and gulped it down. He didn't know what kind of flower buds it was made from, it seemed to have no taste, but after drinking it, there was a slight fragrance and a sweet aftertaste in his throat, a light and pleasant flavor, much better than those carbonated drinks.

After replenishing his fluids, Zhang Wen wiped his mouth, waved his hand dismissively, and said with a smile, "Mom, it's nothing. My body can handle it! Besides, I haven't walked this mountain path much before, and I find it quite novel."

"But you can't do that! You said your back hurts. A man can't hurt his back, you know!"

Chen Guixiang scolded him sternly, while giving Xiao Dan a slightly angry look.

Seeing that she was angry, Chen Qiang cleverly turned his head away to smoke his cigarette, and Bao Ye also wisely joined him in looking at the weather. The two seemed to understand Chen Guixiang's stubbornness and, of course, dared not provoke her at this moment.

Xiao Dan immediately lowered her head obediently, casting a pitiful, pleading look at Zhang Wen. Her already bright eyes became even more captivating at this moment, and it was believed that no man could refuse any request from such a cute little girl.

Zhang Wen knew his mother was only saying that because she cared about him, but judging from her attitude, he figured she'd nag him for ages if he didn't apologize. So he quickly nodded and said, "Yes, I'll definitely be more careful in the future, and I won't do anything reckless. I'll do as little work as possible!"

Xiao Dan sat obediently beside him, looking like a good girl, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire. Normally mischievous and active, she seemed to become as docile as a kitten in front of Chen Guixiang; it had to be said there was a bit of acting involved.

Chen Guixiang gave her a reproachful look, but didn't say anything more. Pointing to Bao Ye's notebook, he asked his son in a tone almost like a request for instructions, "Xiao Wen, take a look at this. Your Bao Ye said that the mountain spring up there is quite close to our house. If we spend an extra two or three hundred yuan to dig a small ditch, pour some pebbles into it so the water can flow directly into the yard, and we can also build a pond to store the water. You decide whether to spend the money or not!"

Two or three hundred yuan? No water bill and natural spring water to drink, only an idiot wouldn't dig it. Zhang Wen immediately nodded and made the decision: "Dig it! This will make getting water much easier. It would be best to build a water storage tank at home as well. But we still need to continue digging the well, just in case!"

Chen Guixiang smiled gently and said with relief, "Okay, you can make the decisions about our family's affairs. If you think it needs repairing, then we'll do it!" Seeing that the family matter was settled, Grandpa Bao, while smoking his pipe, chuckled and circled a few lines on the simple but clearly drawn blueprints before saying, "The material costs have dropped now. I've made the foundation of your house deep enough, filled it with more than a meter of sand. Even if there's a typhoon, we won't have to worry about water seepage. However, there's still quite a bit of space left after leveling the ground. I estimate that if we build a brick wall, the yard will be more than two acres with some left over. Let's see if we want to build anything else. It'll be easier to do it all at once while it's still unfinished."

Zhang Wen looked at it carefully; the blueprints were indeed well done. The house now has three rooms, a kitchen, and a toilet. Although the toilet isn't a proper sewer system, but rather a tunnel leading down to a field a little below the mountain, it's still much better than the old thatched hut. It's just that the land in the back seems a bit wasted; such a large area needs something built on it to prevent it from sitting empty.

Zhang Wen couldn't help but ponder this. Perhaps because he'd lived in the city for so long, he'd developed a habit of utilizing all the land and not letting it go to waste, completely forgetting that the small village they were in had plenty of land, if not more! When Chen Guixiang heard that it would cost money, she looked at Bao Ye as if he were an enemy. Seeing that her son seemed somewhat tempted, she immediately said with a pained expression, "Still building? We already have three big rooms, that's enough for our family!"

Zhang Wen shook his head, thought carefully for a moment, then circled a spot in the back and said, "Let's build a simple warehouse here, about three-tenths of an acre will be enough. We won't touch the other places for now, we'll see if I need them later!"

"No problem, I'll go get the supplies in a bit! It's not fishing season, there are plenty of people free. No need to spend too much time, we can move in in three days as originally planned."

Grandpa Bao nodded with a smile.

Since her son had spoken, Chen Guixiang remained silent, but her expression still showed some displeasure. Zhang Wen knew his mother was frugal, even calculating how much firewood to burn, so it was normal for her to disapprove of his spending habits. It was a habit formed over many years that couldn't be changed overnight, but the fact that she didn't interfere was already quite good; at least she had relinquished the power to make decisions at home to him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wen felt a warmth in his heart, but also a sense of responsibility. He immediately explained, "Mom, I'll need this after it's built. This place is so nice, I have to do some business to support my family!"

Chen Guixiang muttered, not quite understanding, "What kind of business can you do? In this shabby place!"

Chen Qiang laughed and asked half-jokingly, "So, are you hiring anyone? Your uncle has nothing to do in the fall unless he catches snakes, and spends the whole winter at home hunting for wild game. I'm counting on you, my nephew, to give me a living!"

Zhang Wen nodded with a smile and said, "I only trust my own family. Come help me after I've finished this! I'll serve you wine and meat every day."

Chen Qiang nodded happily, but then immediately said seriously, "Okay, but you can't withhold my wages just because we're relatives, you know? If your aunt comes knocking, she'll think I'm out partying..."

After he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter. Although the laughter was a little awkward, everyone knew he didn't have the means to indulge in extravagant spending. However, seeing his carefree attitude, Zhang Wen and his mother exchanged a glance, seeing a hint of relief in each other's eyes.

After calculating the materials and wages, Grandpa Bao couldn't help but look up curiously and asked suspiciously, "Xiao Wen, what kind of business do you think we can do in this shabby place? Don't just lose money for nothing..."

Zhang Wen smiled, offered him and his uncle a cigarette, and then slowly said, "Raise chickens! Look how big my mountain is, how many could I raise if I did!"

Grandpa Bao nodded, thought for a while, and said, "That's true. Usually, people without money here just raise a few at home. But there are a lot of snakes and weasels in the mountains. If they take all the chickens, you'll lose money, won't you? These days, even chickens in your own coop can get stolen, it's even harder to say what will happen to the ones you raise on the mountain."

Zhang Wen was stunned for a moment, realizing that was indeed the case. This place is vast and sparsely populated, unlike typical rural areas where people gather in large numbers. Many areas are practically deserted, and villagers live even further apart. Moreover, the south is naturally humid, so there are even more snakes and small animals, especially snakes—a frightening number. Raising chickens here would just be feeding them. Just

as his mind was starting to wander, seeing his uncle's confident smile, he immediately patted him on the shoulder, saying, "My uncle's here, isn't he? He might have problems with other things, but when it comes to snakes, he's an expert. He can definitely solve this problem."

"You're just flattering me!"

Chen Qiang smiled smugly, not denying Zhang Wen's statement.

Grandpa Bao didn't say much, but after a few quick glances, he smiled and pointed to a low hilly area to the left of the house, near the hill behind. He said, "Is this enough for you? This whole area is all land that hasn't been officially registered in the village yet. If you need it, I can sell it to you cheaply."

"Enough, enough! How can such a big hill not be enough?"

Chen Guixiang couldn't sit still any longer. She immediately stood up, nodding vigorously, and quickly gave her son a meaningful look, telling him not to spend any more money!

Zhang Wen stood up and looked closely. The area was mostly low brambles and bushes, with very few large trees, making it relatively flat. However, what caught his eye was a small pond halfway up the hill, probably thirty or forty acres in size. The water was clean and unpolluted, so clear that you could see the mud and weeds at the bottom. This land was surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on the other; chickens would have a hard time escaping here.

After a quick mental calculation, Zhang Wen immediately asked with interest, "Uncle Bao, how did you sell this land?"

Seeing an opportunity, Uncle Bao grinned broadly and said, "Judging by our estimation, this land, excluding the pond, is about twenty mu (approximately 1.3 hectares). We don't use those shady methods outside; it's just a simple signing with the village and a stamped document. As for the price, how about we calculate it based on the price of wasteland?"

"How many years of usage rights? Or is it a contract?" Zhang Wen asked excitedly. The price of wasteland here must be very low! Probably less than 100,000.

Usage rights? Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Zhang Wen as if he were an alien, seemingly finding the question quite novel. After a while, Xiao Dan blinked her big eyes curiously and stammered, "Brother, what is the right to use land? Once we buy the land, it's ours. Why all the complicated terms?" Zhang Wen was a little confused and asked, "What do you mean?"

Chen Qiang immediately explained, "Land here isn't worth much, and a lot of it can't be used to grow crops. Whoever buys it owns it. Why all the complicated terms? This land has been abandoned for a long time. Someone used to cultivate it, but there were too many black worms and such, so there was no harvest, and it's been abandoned ever since!"

Zhang Wen didn't know what black worms were, but upon hearing that it would be his forever after the purchase, he waved his hand excitedly and asked, "How much would it cost if I bought this land along with the pond?"

Bao Ye grinned, his gaping teeth clearly visible. He quickly calculated with a pen and said solicitously, "It's not much. If you want to buy it, it'll only cost two thousand."

"What? Two thousand? Are you robbing me?!"

Chen Guixiang slammed her hand on the table and stood up immediately. "This lousy place has been sitting here for years, nobody even asks about it, and you have the nerve to ask for so much!" Chen Qiang retorted irritably, "Come on, this land is so bad you can't grow crops or even a ton of weeds. Nobody wanted it for years, and now you want to sell it to us for this price? You're outrageous! Besides, it's covered in weeds, raising livestock will be a huge struggle. Are you trying to cheat us?"

Zhang Wen was stunned. Such a large piece of land for only two thousand yuan? Bao Ye smiled sheepishly. Laughing, she calculated again and tentatively said, "How about we set it at 1,600?"

Seeing that her son seemed genuinely interested in the land, Chen Guixiang thought for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "1,000 it is, not a penny more."

Chen Qiang added fuel to the fire, saying, "That's right, this lousy land isn't worth that much! There are plenty of better places, who would want this wretched spot!" "Alright, alright, 1,000 it is! I'll open the paperwork for you tonight..."

Grandpa Bao agreed without hesitation, his wrinkled face beaming with a smile.

Everyone suddenly realized that nobody wanted this land! In this desolate place, who didn't own ten or eight mu of land? If it were sold, they'd probably only get a chicken for it. This old guy is using a smokescreen to scam money; he's a cunning old fox! Seeing she'd been cheated, Chen Guixiang immediately protested, standing up abruptly and saying anxiously, "No way! So much money for this piece of bad land! Even if we don't mind the loss, we'll be laughed at later! We need a lower price!"

Grandpa Bao spread his hands, looking aggrieved, and said, "That price was what you set yourselves; I didn't raise it. Whatever you said is what it is; how can you blame me?"

"Grandpa Bao, it's not right to cheat people like that."

Even a child like Xiao Dan couldn't sit still after being cheated, and she chimed in, "You just think my brother doesn't know anything and want to rip him off!" "That's right!" Chen Guixiang said angrily, "Isn't it because you're taking advantage of my son's inexperience?" Seeing that his mother seemed about to explode, Zhang Wen quickly stood up and waved his hand, saying, "It's alright, Mom. This land is right next to our new house, it's close by and useful, a thousand isn't too much. Besides, Grandpa Bao isn't an outsider, let's not be so fussy." "

But..."

Chen Guixiang was still a little reluctant to part with so much money, but after hearing what her son said, she felt it made sense. At least she and her son had lived together for so many years, and Grandpa Bao had always taken good care of this family, always bringing them some rice and salt during holidays. She couldn't afford to offend him too much. Helpless, she could only sit down, but judging from her angry expression, she still seemed a little unhappy.

After taking a couple of puffs of his cigarette, Chen Qiang said earnestly, "Uncle Bao, if this money were for you, we wouldn't say a word. But selling such a small plot of land for so much money, it feels unfair to distribute it among the villagers. After all, Xiao Wen's money didn't come from digging up the land. So, give us an explanation!"

Uncle Bao, being a shrewd old man, rolled his eyes a few times before smiling and saying, "How about this, we won't distribute this money at the end of the year. The village committee is still lacking things, like tables and chairs, so how about using this money to buy those? As for you, how about we take some money from this to build a straight road up the mountain for you?"

"Okay..."

Zhang Wen knew that labor costs were low here, and seeing his mother's somewhat reluctant expression, he knew it wouldn't cost much. But Uncle Bao was a respected figure in the area, and if he needed anything done in the future, he could use him as a gofer. This would save him a lot of trouble, so he didn't argue further.

Grandpa Bao nodded approvingly, then, while tidying up the paper and pens on the table, asked, "Then I'll go get the necessary supplies now, and arrange the work for the next few days! Tell me if there's anything else you need to tell me, and I'll take care of it for you."

Xiao Dan, standing beside him, looked at him with a mixture of sarcasm and naivety, saying, "You're old and still thinking about making money. A thousand in one go! Grandpa Bao, you're so shrewd!"

"Well, what can I do? It's for making a living!"

Grandpa Bao didn't mind, chuckling generously, "I'm telling you, Dan, you'll be marrying out eventually. How can you help your family when you're still a daughter? Whoever marries you will have to support your mother."

"Tch...disrespectful to elders,"

Xiao Dan blushed, pouting as she muttered.

"Little sister, you can't be so rude,"

Chen Guixiang immediately scolded from the side.

Seeing his sister's sullen face and head bowed, Zhang Wen hurriedly grabbed Bao Ye's hand and changed the subject: "Bao Ye, it's best not to cut down the trees in this yard. I can keep them for shade. Also, find a stonemason in the village to make two sets of tables and chairs under the trees so we can eat outside in the summer."

"No problem, is that all?"

Bao Ye asked while taking notes.

"Hmm, that's all for now!"

"Okay. I'll be going now, you guys get busy!"

Bao Ye said goodbye and quickly walked down the mountain. His brisk steps didn't look like those of an old man at all; it was clear how happy he was with that thousand yuan. Zhang Wen was even puzzled to the point of having the illusion that the old man wasn't walking down, but rather floating down!

Seeing that it was almost four o'clock, Chen Guixiang got up, dusted herself off, and said, "Xiaowen, it's about time we went back. Your uncle can keep an eye on things here!"

"Mom, you and my little sister go back first! I still need to check on that plot of land."

Zhang Wen shook his head, letting them go first.

"Brother, I'll go with you."

Xiao Dan's expression was so obedient, but she was probably afraid of being scolded by her mother on the way, so she insisted on staying!

Chen Guixiang also sat down, smiling and saying, "Then you go, Mom will wait for you here!" Zhang Wen smiled and nodded, letting them stay and rest. He called his uncle to walk to the hillside next to them, looked at the thorns covering the ground, and saw that hardly any weeds were growing there! He asked with some puzzlement, "Uncle, can we get rid of these thorns? They're all prickly, it's inconvenient to walk around, and they prick people."

"That's easy, just hire a few people to cut them down!"

Chen Qiang unceremoniously snatched a cigarette from Zhang Wen's hand, lit it with relish, and said.

Zhang Wen looked around carefully, avoiding the prickly bushes, but because he was wearing shorts, he kept getting pricked. It wasn't very painful, but it was still quite uncomfortable. Who knew which ones were poisonous? What if a prick caused an infection?

After walking for a while, Zhang Wen suddenly felt the soil beneath his feet soften and his legs felt sticky. He looked down and saw four or five leeches sucking blood on his calves.

Just as he was about to pull them off, his uncle grabbed him. Chen Qiang also had quite a few leeches on his legs, but he didn't seem to care at all: "It's okay, Xiao Wen, don't pull them off forcefully. They'll go down on their own in a bit. Didn't I tell you? There are a lot of leeches in this area."

"Leeks," Zhang Wen said, then his mind suddenly became excited. Didn't he often read on TV and in books that leeches were valuable medicinal herbs? If there were many of these, could they be farmed? Thinking of this, Zhang Wen couldn't help but feel excited. He stared wide-eyed and asked, "Uncle, where did all these leeches come from?"

Chen Qiang gestured towards the pond and explained, "Over there. I thought if you were raising chickens, this would save you some feed. There are so many leeches in that pond that you can't even count them all. Everyone in the area knows this is the pond with the most leeches; nobody wants to come here."

Zhang Wen excitedly walked to the edge of the pond and saw that his feet were already sinking into the mud. There were still many leeches scurrying around in the turned-up mud. The entire edge of the pond was densely covered with them wriggling. He couldn't help but shout excitedly, "Haha, I've struck it rich!"

"Struck it rich with these things..."

Chen Qiang said casually, though he couldn't quite understand his nephew's excitement.

Zhang Wen carefully picked one up. Its sticky body immediately clung to his palm. After a few wriggles, it bit open a small hole and started sucking blood. Its disgusting body was rapidly swelling.

When it had sucked so much fat it was almost the size of a ball, Zhang Wen flicked his hand, excitedly grabbed his uncle's hand, and walked back to the tree stump. He already had a preliminary plan in mind.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Xiao Dan asked curiously, seeing her brother's flushed face. "Did you see something good over there?" "Nothing, sit down first. I need to talk to Uncle about something..."

Zhang Wen gestured for the puzzled mother and daughter to sit down, then, after organizing his thoughts, said, "Uncle, go to Uncle Bao's place later and ask him to bring in more mud bricks to build a low wall about a meter high to enclose that pond, just a meter above the water."

Chen Guixiang's eyes widened, and she asked in confusion, "What? Xiao Wen, you want to enclose that lousy pond? What for?"

Zhang Wen chuckled and said, "It's nothing, I have a purpose for it. I guarantee it'll be a good money-making project."

Although Chen Qiang didn't know why, he nodded and said, "Xiao Wen, you decide these things yourself. Anyway, your uncle doesn't know much about this, but I can help you out if there's nothing else. But you have to think it through, don't waste money..."

"Hehe, I know!"

Zhang Wen chuckled and said, "Come over for a drink tonight, I brought back a lot of good stuff."

Chen Qiang grinned, "That's exactly what I was waiting for! I could smell the alcohol a while ago. If your mom hadn't stopped me, I would have already opened it and grabbed some myself. Okay, I'm on my way now! I'll come over later to have some of my nephew's drinks."

After Chen Qiang finished speaking, he walked away. Seeing that the mother and daughter were looking at him with some confusion, Zhang Wen stood up and explained to them as he walked, "Mom, leeches, you call them 'black teeth'? They can be used as Chinese medicine after being dried. These things aren't rare around here, but I can sell them for a lot of money. Let's raise more of them, you..." "Trust me, I'm sure I'm right."

Xiao Dan tilted her head, looking incredulous, and asked, "Brother, you're not lying, are you? There are plenty of these by the water and in the fields; anyone who wants them can just grab them. How could I be lying!"

Chen Guixiang stroked her chin, her face serious, and said, "Xiao Wen, I always felt like you were quite confident in making money. But now we've already invested so much money, raising chickens one minute and black-toothed pheasants the next, isn't that a bit impractical? Can you manage it all?"

Zhang Wen knew his mother was being thoughtful, so he shrugged and said, "If we don't have enough manpower, we'll just hire people. I don't lack the initial money. Now I have to think about where the money will come from later, because I don't want our family to be worse off than others!"

“That’s true…”

Chen Guixiang nodded happily and said, “Anyway, your uncle doesn’t do anything all day, and your aunt just lives off that little bit of land. If it’s not working out, we can just have them come and help.”

“Hmm!”

Zhang Wen nodded, then suddenly leaned close to his mother’s ear, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, “Mom, guess how many of those copper coins I sold?”

Chen Guixiang was slightly taken aback. She hadn't thought about it if her son hadn't brought it up, but she still didn't quite believe those old things could fetch much money. She joked, half-teasingly, "How much did you get? Enough to buy Mom a gold jewelry piece?"

Zhang Wen smiled smugly and slowly held up four fingers.

"Brother, forty? Just those old junk?"

Xiao Dan exclaimed in surprise. Although Zhang Wen tried to avoid her, the little girl's ears were too sharp.

Zhang Wen shook his head with a smile.

"It can't be four hundred, can it? Don't scare us!"

Chen Guixiang was also somewhat surprised.

Zhang Wen had already decided not to tell them the true value of those things. After all, no matter how honest a woman is, her mouth is unreliable. This place is a small place; if word got out, how could he make money? His eyes darted around, and he said with a smile, "Four thousand."

"Four thousand..."

The mother and daughter exclaimed in surprise simultaneously. A thousand was an astronomical figure for them.

"Really, Xiaowen? That thing can really sell for this much money?"

Chen Guixiang finally snapped out of her surprise and asked nervously.

Zhang Wen nodded smugly and said, "Once this thing is in my hands, it's money, hehe... How about it, Mom, shall we have something nice to celebrate tonight?"

"Long live big brother..."

Xiao Dan cheered and hugged Zhang Wen's arm, her eyes shining with a cute light, as if she could foresee a lot of pocket money.

Zhang Wen couldn't help but chuckle when he saw her eyes, patted her little head, and said affectionately, "You little rascal, you're already trying to exploit me!"

"No way..."

Xiao Dan smiled shyly, probably already begging her brother for pocket money if her mother wasn't there.

Chen Guixiang seemed very nervous, her cautious expression almost like that of a miser. Panting, she patted her chest before saying solemnly, "Xiaowen, we can't mention this to outsiders, not even your uncle. Since this stuff can turn into money, shouldn't we try to get more to sell?"

"That would be perfect, but you can't let it slip..."

Zhang Wen nodded with a smile, thinking that his mother was really insightful, already thinking of his idea in such a short time; the phrase "mother and son are of one mind" was truly apt.

Chen Guixiang nodded solemnly, then instructed her youngest daughter, who was daydreaming beside her, "Did you hear me, little sister? You absolutely can't tell anyone, understand?"

"Brother, you're so great."

Xiao Dan nodded seriously, then giggled and said coquettishly, "Then can you buy me some of those comic books? I like that one, what's it called again..."

Zhang Wen saw her pouting, unable to remember the title, which was so cute it made him feel happy. He affectionately pinched her chubby cheeks and said softly, "Okay, we'll buy whatever my little sister wants to read. It would be best to get some other books too, so we can learn more characters."

Xiao Dan smiled happily, snuggled up to Zhang Wen, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Brother, you're so handsome..."

Chen Guixiang, standing beside her, laughed and scolded, "Go away, we don't even know if we'll make any money, and you're already thinking about spending it."

But there was no reproach in her tone.

Xiao Dan cutely stuck out her tongue, then held Zhang Wen's hand and didn't say anything, but her smile was more beautiful than a flower.

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