Spring Light Shines on the Wilderness

Spring Light

Shines Over the Wilderness - Part 1
I lived in Chunshui Village, Chunshui Township. I was a well-known strong young man. Once, a few local thugs caused trouble at my uncle's house. My aunt rushed to my house looking for me, and without a word, I followed them. One against several, fists against daggers, I quickly beat them to a pulp, sending them fleeing in shame.
From then on, everyone knew that Old Wang's son was a formidable fighter. Those thugs would avoid me like mice before a cat, keeping their distance. If they couldn't avoid me, they would greet me warmly, calling me "Brother Wang." I couldn't be too harsh, so I would nod and give them face.
My maternal grandmother's house was in the same village as mine, just a few hundred meters apart, one at the east end and the other at the west. My parents died in an earthquake; I should have died too, but I was lucky. My qigong skills saved me. I was already a teenager then.
My uncle was a very filial son. After graduating from high school, he went out to work. Back then in the village, graduating from high school was a big deal; it meant becoming a top scholar. If he could get into university, it would bring honor to the family. But he didn't take the exam; he wanted to go out to work, which infuriated my grandfather. Later, he earned some money and brought home a wife who was extremely beautiful and kind, and highly respected in the whole village.
He also bought a tractor, which was one of the few available in the entire town at that time. He used it to do transportation for others, and within a few years, he became one of the wealthiest families in the village. He built a large, spacious, and bright brick house and brought my grandparents to live with him.
My aunt didn't do any work; she stayed home to take care of the two elderly people. They also had a daughter who attended the town's central primary school. She looked just like my aunt; she was very beautiful. I called her "sister," and since I was little, I've dreamed of marrying her.
After my family's accident, my aunt wanted to take me to live with her, and I was tempted. Living with such a beautiful aunt would be wonderful! But my uncle wouldn't agree, saying I had to live on my own. I hated him then. But as I read more, I began to understand his good intentions. He used to talk about being destined for greatness, which confused me, but now I understand what he meant.
I'm doing quite well now. I have two acres of land, which belong to my uncle. His family doesn't need to farm anymore; they buy food with money. They have a cow, five sheep, and a small mud house, and they live quite comfortably. They plant corn in the spring and wheat in the fall, which is enough for me. I also grow various vegetables in my garden, making it a self-sufficient small-scale farming life.
I only completed third grade in elementary school before my parents died, and no one could pay my tuition, so I had to drop out. However, I was always first in my class, perhaps due to the qigong I practiced. After returning home, my interest in reading increased significantly, much more so than before. There's a saying: "You only know the value of something when you lose it," and I understand that quite well.
Originally, I didn't particularly enjoy studying in school; I just followed the teacher's instructions, paying attention in class and doing my homework after class. I didn't put in much effort, nor did I seem to study as diligently as the teachers described in their letters to my parents. Somehow, I always came in first. Maybe I was just smart? I think it was related to my qigong.
Speaking of the qigong I practiced, it had a somewhat mysterious aspect. It was a winter afternoon, and it was snowing heavily. The snowflakes were as big as eyes, and the fields were a vast expanse of white, reminding me of a phrase from my elementary school textbook: "clad in silver." The snow was so thick it covered my ankles, which was rare in our village because it was usually very thin.
My dad was working as a farmhand for my uncle's family at the time, helping with driving. He drove a car, though, and my uncle's family only had one car; they had plenty of tractors. That morning, he drank a couple of shots of strong liquor and left excitedly to deliver goods to town.
I think his happiness was probably related to what they'd been up to the night before. Anyway, my mom was beaming. My reasoning skills are pretty good; the top student in my class loves to talk about these kinds of dirty things. As soon as class is over, they gather together and listen to him. I absorb information quickly, and by comparing it to his descriptions, I could roughly guess what they'd done the night before.
In the end, he got so excited that he forgot about the car's snow chains, which he'd said were a bit rusty and needed oiling the night before.
Seeing the snow falling heavier and heavier, I had no choice but to put on everything I could, grab my tattered chain, and head towards town. Actually, the town wasn't too far from our village, only about thirty li (approximately 15 kilometers). Normally, it would take a person almost an hour and a half to walk there, but in the snow, the road was much worse, and I couldn't go fast. At first, as soon as I tried to push myself, I'd tumble down. After falling twice, I was too scared to continue and could only obediently keep going.
The snow grew heavier, and the wind picked up, blowing snowflakes everywhere, trying to get into my collar and instantly melting into water that trickled down my neck. The feeling was so intense I wanted to tear the sky down and punch it. Plus, it stung my eyes, making it impossible to open them, let alone appreciate the snow scenery. I had no time for that.
I squinted and started walking along the roadside. Later, I found the left side of the road easier to walk on, so I ignored my mother's instructions to walk on the right and went to the left. As I walked, I got a little sleepy, and suddenly I tripped over something, making a big crater in the road. My face was covered in snow, like taro dipped in sugar before eating. I looked like that sugar-coated taro.
I was furious! I immediately got up, wanting to find the culprit and settle the score. Even if it was a rock, I'd move it. But when I looked back, it wasn't a rock, it was a person.
I walked over and saw a bald old man lying there, completely covered in snow. I touched his hands; they were ice-cold. I touched his face; it was the same. I thought, "Is he dead?" Oh, how pitiful. So old. His son must have been unfilial, neglecting his care, which is why he froze to death.
Suddenly, I remembered what my teacher had taught me, and I felt his heart. Haha, it was still moving! It seemed he wasn't dead. My resolve to go to town wavered. I thought, "Anyway, Dad's fine. He might not be back tonight at most. My uncle has an office there. Saving him is the priority. Maybe I can save this poor old man."
So, I took off two pieces of my clothes and draped them over him. I ran a few steps to warm myself up, then carried him on my back. Luckily, he was very thin and not heavy, about the same weight as my family's little wolfhound.
But after walking less than a mile, I started to struggle. Although he wasn't heavy at first, he got heavier and heavier over time, eventually as heavy as my dad, and then as heavy as my dad's car.
I fell down, lying there panting heavily. The hot air from my mouth could melt the snow. The bald old man was still in that half-dead state. I touched his heart again. Hmm, still alive. It seems this old man is quite resilient. What should I do?
I can't carry him on my back. How can I get him back? I squatted there thinking of a solution. My hands were almost frozen before I finally came up with an idea. Looking back now, I was quite stupid. People even praised me for being clever. I went to the nearby hillside and got a bunch of branches. I tied them together with rattan to make a sled. After I finished, my hands were indeed frozen. I was digging through the snow to find branches and tying the sled. How could they not be frozen? I regretted not bringing Little Wolf with me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had to pull the sled like a dog.
This time it was much better. I could even ski downhill. Finally, in the evening, I returned home. My mom was cooking and waiting for us. When she saw me bring back a bald old man, she asked in surprise, "Xiao Shu, why did you bring a monk back?"
I then realized I had rescued a monk, not some orphaned old man. I felt a little angry, as if she had lied to me, but curiosity quickly took over. So this is what a monk looks like! I'd heard of monks before, but never seen one. Tomorrow, I'd definitely show off and make that damned Da Niu green with envy.
My mom added some snow to the hot water she had boiled and soaked the old man in it. I was a little confused, so I asked her. She explained that people who are freezing shouldn't be soaked in hot water, only warm water. As for why, she wouldn't explain, saying things like "I wouldn't understand anyway." I figured she probably didn't understand either, so I let it go, giving her face. I understood this basic common sense, even though she was my mom.
Later, the bald old monk woke up, simply said "Thank you, young benefactor," and acted as if nothing had happened. I wasn't happy; I should at least have been extremely grateful, since I had saved his life. Later, I heard my dad say that monks don't take life and death so seriously, which confused me even more. Wasn't he human? Otherwise, how could he not care about life and death? I felt the bald old monk was a very strange person.
Later, my dad corrected my way of addressing him, saying I couldn't call him "bald old monk" because all monks are bald. My mom scolded both of us and corrected my way of addressing him again, saying I should call him "Master." She even specified the gestures for addressing him: stand at attention, lower your eyes slightly, put your hands together, say "Amitabha" first, and then say "Master." She forced me to practice this gesture more than ten times.
Later, the old monk laughed and said my movement was very proper, but unfortunately, I used it in the wrong place. He wasn't a monk; he was a Tibetan lama. As for Tibetan Buddhism, I didn't understand. I only knew that my mother had given me a hard time, and in the end, she got it wrong too.
The old monk stayed for two days and then recovered. He was going to stay in our woodshed for a while. That old monk was indeed a strange person; his eyes sometimes shone, which was quite frightening. Until one day, I saw him catch a wolf cub. The strangest thing was that his hand didn't touch the cub; it was several inches away. Then I saw him wave his hand, and the cub was thrown a long way, rolled over, got up, and was unharmed. It was amazing. So, I made up my mind to learn this move from him. If I learned it, that big bull wouldn't be so arrogant anymore. I could throw him away like I threw the wolf cub.
I thought it would take some effort, but to my surprise, he readily agreed as soon as I mentioned it. I was quite disappointed; I thought he was going to put me through a lot of trouble. This was too easy; there was no excitement.
But when I started learning from him, I realized I'd been tricked. It was so tedious! I had to learn to chant mantras and speak in languages that weren't Chinese, and I also had to learn hand gestures. It was incredibly difficult; those varied hand gestures were really hard to memorize. I was quite impressed with myself for being so clever and managing to remember them.
Before leaving, I asked a crucial question: could I get married? He laughed heartily and said, "The more the better, using the Joyful Dharma!"
Only then did I feel relieved; the worries I'd had for days finally subsided.
Because he had given me initiation, the practice was quite interesting. Sometimes I would stay up all night, practicing in special postures, and the next day I'd be even more energetic. My parents didn't know any of this; they only knew I was smarter.
I always called that practice "Qigong," ignoring the old lama's attempts to correct me—it sounded simple.
On the night of the earthquake, I was still practicing my qigong, but I thought it was an illusion and ignored it. I never imagined it would really be an earthquake. My parents and I were buried in the house. By the time we were pulled out, they were already gone. Because of my qigong practice, even though I didn't eat or drink for two days, I was still relatively healthy, but I became an orphan.
For a long time afterward, I believed they weren't dead, that they were just playing a joke on me and would come back in a couple of days.
Every night, I didn't practice qigong or sleep; I just lay there with my eyes open, hoping the door would open quietly and they would sneak in, giving me a fright the next morning. But nothing happened; only the wind blew from the fields, rattling the door.
Sometimes, when I heard noises coming from their room, I always thought they were doing *that* again. I would sneak over to check, but there was nothing there. The house was empty. I was afraid they had hidden themselves. I checked the blankets; they hadn't been touched. I could only tell myself again and again that they were really gone, never to return.
During that time, my uncle told my maternal grandparents not to visit me and to stay by myself. But I didn't know how to cook then, so my beautiful aunt would come and cook for me. Sometimes, when my uncle wasn't home, she would come to keep me company. I could only fall asleep nestled in her fragrant, soft arms. She would gently pat me, sing to me, and let my hands touch her snow-white, smooth breasts—that was the greatest comfort I could receive.
My uncle was very strict with his children, but I wasn't afraid of him. To be honest, I wasn't afraid of anyone except my mother, who had gone to heaven. My uncle's requirement was that I fear him, so he was very strict with me, and I didn't give in at all. Every time we met, it was like a battle of wits, a constant war. Fortunately, my aunt and maternal grandparents mediated between us, and so far, there haven't been any major conflicts, but localized skirmishes are inevitable.
In the constant conflicts with my uncle, I became increasingly strict with myself because I wanted to surpass him, lest he always be arrogant and disdainful of me.
I love reading, but I didn't have any money at first, so I had to borrow books and textbooks from other people. I borrowed from Da Niu, who is now in fifth grade. He's not very bright, but ever since I beat him, he's become respectful. After school, he comes to my house, partly to have me do his homework, and partly to help me with chores. We call it our "mutual aid team."
Since that defeat, my kung fu has improved significantly. Two years of training have yielded initial results. My eyes and ears have become much stronger. I can still see in the dark, and my ears are even more powerful—it's like hearing something from dozens of meters away. My strength has also increased dramatically; I can uproot a tree. I was quite surprised by myself. It seems I've become as strong as that "monk" (a nickname for a man who is skilled in martial arts).
I was strong enough to easily cultivate those two acres of land. The ox was bought from a family called Da Niu. They raised over a dozen cattle for slaughter. When I visited, I saw a large, skinny ox, practically nothing but bones. His father kept grumbling that slaughtering it would be a loss. I quickly suggested selling it to me, and he, probably out of pity, agreed, selling it to me for a hundred yuan. In that area, a hundred yuan was a considerable sum, enough for an adult to earn in a month, but for that ox, it was indeed very cheap. So, I used my year's earnings from selling vegetables to buy this large, skinny ox.
After returning home, I treasured it dearly, having Little Wolf watch over it. Little Wolf is now my good assistant, sleeping in the same room as me. When I practice my martial arts, it lies beside me. I noticed it's becoming increasingly powerful and intelligent, its progress is too obvious. Later, I concluded it was probably because of my martial arts practice.
So every day I would perform a full-body massage using my internal energy, partly to strengthen my own power, and partly to temper his muscles and bones. The effect was obvious; he became smarter and more powerful, running like the wind, his bark deafening, audible throughout the village. My house was at the far east end of the village, with a river in front of it, and a large mountain on the other side. Behind the house was a flat grassland, uncultivated, making the house seem somewhat isolated and out of place. Fortunately, I built a fence with some thorns and branches and cultivated a small plot of land to grow vegetables. There
were many dogs in the village, almost every household had one, and Little Wolf was the king of the dogs. Other dogs would tuck their tails between their legs and behave themselves when they saw him. If Little Wolf barked, all the dogs in the village would bark, creating a cacophony of barking that disturbed everyone's peace. Because of this, many people came to my door, asking me to gag Little Wolf, but Little Wolf could understand me and stopped barking so loudly.
I treated Big Skinny Ox very well, feeding him meticulously and massaging him with my internal energy regularly. My Tantric Kung Fu was truly miraculous; in just a few days, Big Skinny Ox was full of energy, his eyes bright, his fur gleaming—a magnificent ox! Moreover, he made great progress, even learning to kick people.
Once, I let him out to drink water at the river in front of the house. A rogue bachelor in the village tried to lead him away, but Big Skinny Ox broke his leg with a single kick. The bachelor screamed in agony, but Big Skinny Ox was kicked again, breaking both his legs. Later, my uncle intervened and resolved the matter. After that, Big Skinny Ox became famous; villagers would avoid him whenever they saw him, to prevent contact with his hooves.
I'm very safe in the village, probably mostly because of the two animals I have. The little wolf goes without saying; one glare from it is enough to terrify most people, and no one dares to mess with it. Moreover, it's very clever; it won't eat anything given to it by others, and it never leaves my sight. Catching a rabbit is only a few steps away. The big skinny ox is also a formidable character. Later, I named the big skinny ox Big Yellow, which is easy to pronounce.
I'm only fifteen, but my physique is already that of an adult. Perhaps it's that magical qigong again. Although I regret my less-than-outstanding appearance, I'm quite satisfied with myself. My figure is excellent—straight back, broad shoulders, and a slender waist—giving me a leopard-like appearance, which is quite attractive there. In the countryside, a man's strength is paramount; looks are secondary. Of course, being too ugly means remaining a bachelor.
Here, I'd be considered a handsome man. Moreover, my life is quite leisurely. Every morning, I clean the shed for Big Yellow and the five sheep. The sheep are the main concern; Big Yellow goes to a fixed spot in the vegetable garden when he needs to relieve himself, but the other five can't, probably because I haven't massaged them. Then I cook myself some food, and then help Old Master Li carry a load of water and bring back a few books—a practice called "carrying water in exchange for books."
I grew to love reading more and more, but buying books was too expensive, and it wasn't easy to find good ones. Then, by chance, he came across some books at Grandpa Li's house—some in traditional Chinese characters. He borrowed one and found it much more interesting than modern books. After finishing the book, he managed to roughly recognize the traditional characters, albeit by guessing.
Grandpa Li was the patriarch of the largest family in the village. Chunshui Village had two major families, the Li and the Wei, both of whom were among the earliest settlers. Almost everyone in the village shared one of their surnames. My family had migrated there later, making us outsiders with no roots. So, when people in the village mentioned the Wang family, they meant our family.
Grandpa Li was said to have even passed the imperial examinations during the Qing Dynasty. He was incredibly knowledgeable and had a knack for maintaining good health; he was still very robust. After meeting Grandpa Li, I was deeply impressed. He had a full head of white hair, bright eyes, and was full of energy. You wouldn't guess he was over eighty years old. He walked with a straight back and was very agile. His words carried more weight in the village than the village chief's; everyone listened to him, and he was highly respected.
Luckily, my mother was from Old Li's family, and a direct descendant of his, so I was able to meet him. Finally, I made an agreement with him that I would come to fetch water for him every day, and in return, I could take a book home to read. Actually, I was a little surprised. Many people wanted to fetch water for him; if he just said the word, even the village chief would come to fetch water for him. But he asked me to fetch water for him, and for a fee, in return, I could borrow a book. His house was overflowing with books—rooms upon rooms, my eyes were
practically blurring with envy. The villagers often saw this scene: a young man lying on the grass, head tilted back, reading a book, a large dog lying beside him, its glossy fur gleaming in the sunlight, occasionally baring its teeth. A magnificent yellow ox and five lambs were lazily grazing, occasionally frolicking and nudging him, only to be scolded by the young man before wagging their tails and returning to grazing.
That young man was me. My skills had improved so much that farm work was a piece of cake; what took others a whole day, I could do in two or three hours. So I spent my days idly, living a carefree life.
However, I could now feel the burning gazes of the village women, making my heart tremble. And my manhood was getting bigger and bigger; now, when I practiced, it was often rock hard, and I always felt something wanted to be released—it was quite frustrating. No one taught me how, and when I told Da Niu about it, he laughed and said I was going through puberty and should find a woman.
I suddenly understood. A word came to mind: restlessness! So I looked for books on this subject, but unfortunately, few people in the village read. There were no books, no television, and evenings were very boring. The young people went from house to house, playing cards and mahjong; there wasn't much else to do, except for couples having sex on the kang (heated brick bed). Luckily, there was Da Niu, who borrowed some pornographic books for me from school. I read them with a burning passion, my heart yearning for more.
I think I really need a woman. Now, seeing my beautiful aunt, seeing her full breasts, my penis gets hard. I want to touch them, even bite them. I envy my younger self, who used to fall asleep touching her white breasts.
Seeing her pert bottom, I also want to bite it. When I look at women, my eyes involuntarily drift to their breasts and bottoms; it's hard to control them. It seems it's time to find a wife.
That night, after I finished my practice, it was already past eight o'clock. Only a few families in our village have televisions; my uncle's family has one, but it's for my grandparents. Of course, I can't afford one. I use this time to practice or read. In my eyes, day and night are no different, except there's no sun.
Suddenly, I heard a strange noise. I listened with my internal energy and was startled. It was my aunt's voice, like she was being robbed; it was a muffled sound with her mouth covered. The little wolf heard it too, its ears perked up, and it growled.
I quickly opened the door and ran out.
There was a cornfield on the way to my house, a prime spot for robbers. I thought my aunt was there.
In the blink of an eye, the little wolf and I arrived at the swaying cornfield. The scene that greeted me filled me with rage. A young man was pinning my aunt down, ignoring her resistance, tearing at her clothes. Her mouth was gagged, and she could only make muffled sounds. Her blouse had been ripped open, revealing her snow-white breasts, which swayed with her struggles, making me dizzy.
I didn't make a sound, quietly approached the man from behind, and with a karate chop, knocked him unconscious. I think he must feel utterly wronged, having his good time thwarted so inexplicably, without even knowing who did it.
I turned him over. Hmm, he's a local hoodlum. He's always been a bit arrogant towards me. Other hoodlums are obedient and respectful to me, but he just holds his head high and doesn't even look at me. I don't usually bother with him, but today he's fallen into my hands, so he can only blame himself for being blind.
I secretly channeled my inner energy and pressed a few pressure points on his body. Heh heh, from now on, his manhood is over; he's just a cripple. I heard he just married a beautiful wife, and now he can only look, not use. That'll be enough to make him suffer.
After I finished with him, I looked at my aunt.
My beautiful aunt had already gotten up and was trying to pull her clothes tighter. But the clothes were already torn, and no matter how much she pulled, she couldn't cover her body. Her white breasts could only cover her head, which only fueled my lust. When she saw me staring intently at her breasts, she became a little shy and hurriedly pulled her clothes up again, but that only revealed more. I stepped forward and pulled her hand away, examining her breasts closely. They were still as white and high as before. I couldn't help but place my hand on them, to see if they had changed.
My aunt trembled and whispered, "Xiao Shu—" I looked up. In the moonlight, a few bits of grass clung to my aunt's smooth face, making me even more alluring, perhaps even seductive.
"Aunt, I feel uncomfortable!" My penis was rock hard, and I felt a burning desire to destroy everything.
My aunt quickly asked, "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"
I pointed to my lower body and said, "It's so swollen there, Aunt, please help me!"
As I spoke, I took her hand and guided it to my rock-hard member.
Just as I touched it, I felt my aunt's hand recoil, trying to pull back, but I held it back. I looked at her with pleading eyes and said, "Aunt, please, help me!"
Her snow-white face flushed red; if it weren't for my exceptional eyesight, I would never have seen her shyness.
She sighed softly, reached into my crotch, and touched my erection. I felt a jolt of electricity surge through me, rushing to my head, and I involuntarily gasped.
"Feeling better?" my aunt asked softly.
"Oh, oh, much better, thank you, Auntie, you're so beautiful!"
She was still gently stroking my erection when she heard this, and smiled gently, exuding an indescribable charm. I couldn't resist, and suddenly hugged her tightly, embracing her voluptuous body, and kissed her face.
She shook her head from side to side, trying to stop me. I grew impatient, grabbed her head with my hand, and kissed her lips hard. They were soft, smooth, and sticky—it felt amazing. Her struggling body went limp, and her already hot lips grew even hotter. I felt something stirring within me, and my erection seemed to want to pierce the ground.
Now that I held her soft body, I really wanted to use that hard thing to tear her apart. I quickly freed one hand to pull down her pants. The belt had already been broken by that cripple, and the pants came off easily, revealing her snow-white buttocks, two plump, firm mounds.
As I bit her breasts, I kneaded her buttocks with my hands, shaping them in various ways. My lust grew stronger, and I bent her body, making her bend over with her large buttocks sticking out. I pulled down my pants and thrust my hard thing into her. She cried out in pain and whispered, "Wrong—you've put it in the wrong place!"
Only then did I realize I'd gone to the wrong hole. I quickly found the wet hole below and thrust it in forcefully!
Two sighs followed, one a sigh of pleasure. I felt my hard thing enter a warm, soft place, tightly enveloped without a gap. The feeling, so pleasurable it went straight to the bone, was indescribable.
My aunt also sighed and whispered, "Oh, it's too big, be gentle!"
I didn't hear her. All I knew was that I wanted to thrust, to thrust hard, to pierce her through.
So I grabbed her waist, pinning her lower body down, and thrust into her fiercely, like a torrential downpour. Her upper body swayed wildly from my thrusts, her head tossing incessantly, sweat soaking her hair, adding a touch of wild sensuality with each head movement.
At that moment, the phrase "trembling like a flower" flashed through my mind. I felt deeply ashamed; I had previously looked down on the meaning of this phrase, failing to truly understand it. Now I understood it perfectly—it described such a beautiful scene!
She let out a groan that was neither bitter nor painful, which only fueled my excitement, and I thrust even harder. But I felt I couldn't fully release my pent-up desire, so I pushed her down. Her body, as if boneless, collapsed limply to the ground.
I made her crawl like a dog, her big ass sticking out, then I straddled her and thrust into her hard. Still unable to release, I roughly squeezed her breasts until she cried out in pain. Watching her constantly throbbing ass, I wanted to bite her, so I slapped her on the buttocks.
She cried out in pain, but I didn't care anymore. I slapped her hard, one slap after another, thrusting into her relentlessly while slapping her buttocks and squeezing her breasts, relentlessly tormenting her, wanting to tear her apart. Of course, I controlled my strength; otherwise, I really would have torn her to pieces.
I don't know how much time passed, but when I finally ejaculated, she had already fainted. She was drenched in sweat, her breasts were swollen and red, and her once white buttocks had turned a purplish-red. She seemed unable to move. I carried her home and placed her on the kang (heated brick bed). Looking at her flushed face, my desire rekindled, thankfully not as intense, and I could control it. I knew she couldn't handle another round, so I started practicing my martial arts.
As I circulated my energy, I felt a cool, yin energy lingering in my dantian. I was overjoyed. It seemed the old monk hadn't lied to me; the "Joyful Technique" really worked. Refining this pure yin energy had indeed improved my cultivation considerably. Haha, this is a good method for martial arts practice!
While she was still asleep, I quickly took Little Wolf, Big Yellow, and the lambs to the fields. I really didn't dare see her. For a long time after that, I didn't see my beautiful aunt, nor did I dare go to her house.
Occasionally at night, I would still think of that dreamlike experience, and of my aunt's soft body. That's all. Life goes on as usual. I still live my life leisurely, spending most of my time reading. These books have made me a little ambitious, but it's still just a vague idea. In the
countryside

, relationships between men and women aren't viewed as mysterious, but they're far less casual than in the city. Perhaps it's not as open-minded. If a man is cheated on by his wife, it's a great disgrace, a sign of incompetence, not being a real man.
There was a family in the village where the husband was incompetent. He could only turn a blind eye to his wife's infidelity. Even when he caught her having an affair at home, he would still smile and not get angry. But I saw him alone on a hillside, frantically hitting the ground, his hands bleeding profusely. This sight stirred my pity. With an experimental attitude, I stepped forward and said to the angry-faced man, "Li Sanzi, don't be like this, it's useless!"
He turned around, his eyes flashing with malice, and said fiercely, "Get lost, this is none of your business!"
Actually, from his appearance, he was as manly as could be, tall and strong, with a thick waist and broad shoulders, a burly man, but unfortunately, he was a donkey, and I felt quite sorry for him.
Of course, I didn't care about his fierceness and smiled, "You don't need to be sad. If you beg me, maybe I can cure your illness!"
"You're the one who's sick, get out of here!" he roared.
"Since you don't want to be cured, I can't force you. Goodbye then!" After saying that, I walked away leisurely.
That night, he came to my house, his eyes red, reeking of alcohol, and his face flushed. He didn't seem to be able to hold his liquor.
As soon as he entered, he grabbed my hand and burst into tears. I knew that he really had a lot of grievances in his heart, so I let him cry.
Little Wolf watched from the side, somewhat puzzled, perhaps unable to comprehend why he was crying.
After a while, he stopped, wiping away his tears somewhat embarrassedly, and asked, "Can you really cure my illness?"
I nodded and said, "I can't say for sure that I can cure it, but I can say that there's a possibility!"
"Okay, I'll cure it, cure it for me!" he said fiercely, with a look of utter desperation.
I smiled and said, "If you want me to cure you, you have to agree to a few conditions. I'm not that noble. Do you want me to tell you?"
Seeing him nod, I began to speak: "First, after you're cured, you can't seduce other women. You have to live an honest life. Hehe, if you succeed, you'll be much better than other men. Ordinary women simply can't satisfy you. Then, you can properly punish your wife. Can you agree to this?"
He nodded with a smile. Perhaps for him, being able to satisfy his wife was already a great achievement; he had no intention of seducing other women at all.
I said, "You're agreeing now, but you'll see how difficult this is later. Your wife is so lucky! Second, you can't tell anyone I treated you; you have to keep it a secret, okay?" "
Okay! No problem!" he agreed loudly.
"Alright, those are the two conditions. Don't forget, if you break them, I won't be polite. I can cure you, or I can cripple you!" "Okay
, I definitely won't forget, don't worry!" He looked eager to try.
"Alright, sit cross-legged on the kang (heated brick bed). No matter how uncomfortable you are, you can't move, otherwise you'll never get better!"
Li Sanzi obediently sat cross-legged on the kang. In the countryside, not knowing how to sit cross-legged is a big joke, but most people don't do it correctly; they're only superficially similar. Back then, that old monk—oh, no, I mean old lama, but I like to call him old monk, it sounds more affectionate—almost broke my tender legs when he taught me to sit cross-legged. The pain was indescribable.
However, I found that the effects of sitting cross-legged and sitting in a lotus position on practice are very different. When sitting cross-legged, it is easy to concentrate the mind on the dantian and it is not easy to lose one's posture. But it is not possible to sit in a lotus position. The body is easy to tilt and it is not easy to concentrate the mind.
I sat cross-legged behind him, circulating my inner energy through his meridians, finally gathering it in my palms. I placed my palms against his lower back, slowly channeling the energy into him, heating his kidney essence and subsequently warming his navel chakra. This would naturally increase his essence and strengthen his yang. As for the effectiveness, I had no experience; I was just trying it out.
For someone like him, the main obstacle was psychological. Once that was addressed, his illness would naturally heal itself. I was quite legendary in the village; most people dared not provoke me because I possessed martial arts skills. Moreover, in the countryside, martial arts were shrouded in mystery; people regarded those who knew martial arts as immortals, as if possessing martial arts made one omnipotent. Li Sanzi probably had confidence in me, and I took advantage of this, saving myself the trouble of demonstrating my martial arts and building his confidence.
Secondly, according to Traditional Chinese Medicine, my method could indeed generate essence and transform it into qi, effectively strengthening yang.
I circulated and heated the qi within his kidneys, removing impurities, and then used my internal energy to clear the meridians in his lower body. Hehe, this time, his sexual ability would surely increase greatly!
He was drenched in sweat, his face flushed, clearly my treatment had worked. This time, he'd actually turned misfortune into blessing; after my qi circulation, he'd surely live a long and healthy life.
I finished my practice, stood up, slapped him, and laughed, "Alright, Sanzi, go home and mess with your wife, make her wish she were dead!"
He stood up, his face beaming with excitement, "Haha, I feel so energetic now, it's really different! Haha, I'm going to get my revenge! I'll try it tonight!"
I smiled and said, "Go home quickly, you'll see how amazing you are once you try!"
He thanked me profusely and hurriedly ran out. I thought, tonight, his wife is going to suffer, and she deserves it. I've always deeply despised such sluts.
The next day, Li Sanzi came running over early. I had just finished my morning meditation and was regulating my breathing. Little Wolf had gone up the mountain to catch rabbits, and Big Yellow had led five lambs to the river to drink water. He came running over, grabbed my hand, and shook it incessantly, his gratitude overflowing. I was also quite happy, not for him, but for the success of my experiment. Turns out I'm such a smart person! I can apply what I've learned to other situations. Haha, pretty impressive!
Li Sanzi's simple, honest face radiated youthful energy, his spirit soaring, and he even seemed to have a certain air of confidence. He shook my hand and said, "Thank you, Uncle Wang, I'm really better! Haha, that was great! That woman couldn't get out of bed this morning, so I kept her up all night, finishing just before dawn. Brother Wang, you're a miracle worker! I've seen so many doctors for this illness, and nothing really helped, but you did it all, and I'm so much better now! Haha, that was great!"
I smiled at him and said, "It's nothing, just a small thing! You have to take it easy and not overwork yourself." "Okay, I think your wife will definitely be obedient to you from now on. You'll be living a life of bliss from now on! But don't forget my two conditions!"
Li Sanzi hurriedly replied, "I won't forget, I won't forget! I feel so energetic and comfortable right now. Uncle Wang, thank you so much! Please come to my house for dinner tonight. I'll have my wife go to the market in town. I really want to thank you properly!"
I agreed. As for why he called me "uncle," that's a very common phenomenon in the countryside. You often see older people calling younger people "uncle," "aunt," "maternal uncle," etc. It's a matter of seniority. My mother is a direct descendant of the Li family, with a very high seniority. In the village, she hardly needs to be addressed by anyone. People call her "aunt," "auntie," "auntie grandma," "grandma," and so on. Every New Year, there's a constant stream of people coming to my house to pay their respects. Many young men have to kowtow to her, and I happily accept it all.
Our village is the largest in Chunshui Town, but its economy isn't much different from other villages. There's one shop, but it has almost nothing. You can buy vinegar and soy sauce, but if you want to buy anything else, you have to wait until the 1st, 4th, 7th, or the 1st, 11th, 21st, 31st, 4th, 14th, etc., of each month. On these days, there's a large market in town, and everything is readily available. It's commonly called a "market," and going to buy things is called "going to the market."
I went to every market. I sold my vegetables there and used the money to buy other things, like books or other items. Going to the market was also a festival for young people. Young women dressed up beautifully to show off their beauty, while young men went to look at the young women. Maybe they'd find someone they liked, go home to their parents, and have someone act as a matchmaker. Maybe that's how many couples got married.
The market was indeed very lively. In this rural area where entertainment is extremely underdeveloped, going to the market was the biggest pastime. Many people didn't intend to buy anything; they just came to watch the excitement. I sold vegetables there, and of course, I had to pay land tax. Taxes in China have a long history; it's considered wrong not to pay them. This is what ordinary people think. The land tax wasn't too expensive, only two or three yuan. I could make over thirty yuan in a morning. Every time there was a market, people from the town's tax office would come, carrying a small notebook and issuing receipts. They were very imposing. We sellers could only behave obediently in front of them.
I'm small, but I've always lived independently and am quite adept at survival skills. This was probably due to the circumstances. There's an old Chinese saying, "The current official is more powerful than the one in charge." Seeing how powerful these tax officials were, I wanted to curry favor with them. Actually, this tax office was very small, with only three or four people. After all, there wasn't much to collect here. Apart from the market, they just sat there drinking tea and chatting.
One day, I went to the director's house. While he wasn't home, I gave his wife a pack of cigarettes with 500 yuan tucked inside. Here, 500 yuan was a huge sum; their annual salary was probably only that much. Money was very valuable here; one yuan could buy several kilograms of fish or meat. A family might only spend about ten yuan a month.
My money was definitely well spent. Later, I recognized him as my godfather, and he took good care of me, never charging me taxes. Later still, he greatly helped me when I started my factory. So, you should spend money where necessary and never be stingy.
Many years later, when I was a renowned tycoon and he was a powerful local official, his family lived with me. While drinking, he told me that he was stunned by me back then. Back then, few people were in business and didn't realize the importance of the tax office. They had never received such a large sum of money before. Although it was a reckless act of youth, they thought I had a keen eye and a bold spirit. While I had shortcomings, such as a lack of maturity in my methods, overall, they believed I was destined for great things. Plus, they had heard of me, so they started helping me.
To be honest, I really had to grit my teeth and take that money, since I wasn't exactly wealthy. But I've always believed that with these officials, you have to give first, and be willing to invest, to reap greater rewards.
I've used this experience to this day.
Anyway, back to the point. I accepted Li Sanzi's invitation, sent him away, and called Da Huang over. It was early autumn, and there were many kinds of vegetables. I got a basket of green peppers and a basket of tomatoes, tied them together with a rope, and had Da Huang carry them, leading Xiao Lang, as we headed towards town.
I've walked this road countless times. The most vivid memory is of finding an old monk in the snowstorm. Every time I walk this road, I think of him. I wonder if that old fellow is still alive? He certainly isn't; he could live for decades more, right?
But why did he look so half-dead back then? He said it was to test me. I was young then, but not stupid, so of course I didn't believe him.
The road is lined with locust trees. In early summer, walking here, the fragrance of locust blossoms fills the air—it's wonderful. These trees must be very old; they're very tall. The trees on both sides intertwine at the top, covering the road. I remembered what I said to my mother when I was little. I asked her why so many trees were planted along the roadside.
She said it was to prevent people from accidentally walking into the fields on either side of the road, and to keep livestock out of the fields. At that time, my dad was already driving a car for my uncle's family. I said that this was not good for my dad. If his brakes failed, there would be no problem if there were no trees. At most, the car would go into the fields and get stuck. But with trees, it would be dangerous. He would definitely crash into a tree.
Upon hearing this, her face changed, and she scolded me harshly, saying I was always thinking bad things and saying ominous things.
That night, she repeated this to my father, who laughed heartily and praised me for being clever amidst my mother's scolding. That's when I understood: don't argue with women; they're all unreasonable.
Later, several trees along the village road were cut down. Actually, I had secretly blown them down that night to help my father, so that if something happened, he could run to the fields. Unfortunately, I didn't cut many before he couldn't use them anymore; he died in that inexplicable earthquake.
Thinking about it now, I was quite brave. Those trees were ancient relics; according to Grandpa Li, they were there when he was born. If he knew I was the one who cut them down, he would definitely punish me severely. The villagers treated them like treasures, keeping a close eye on their horses and cattle when they walked by, afraid the animals would touch the trees.
They said it was a gift from heaven, sheltering them from the wind and rain, and that cutting them down would bring retribution. Hearing this, I felt a chill. Could there really be a heaven? Was my parents' death really related to me cutting down trees? I refused to believe in such superstitions. Every time I walked this road, I would let Big Yellow eat as much of it as he wanted, to see what heaven could do!
Big Yellow seemed to understand me, eating with abandon, sometimes even jumping up to eat, knocking my vegetables out. I didn't mind, letting it be. So, this road was its road of happiness.
The villagers, seeing this, dared not speak out, afraid of me, afraid of Big Yellow, and afraid of the little wolf.
A cool autumn wind rustled the dry leaves. The world was quiet, as if only I and the trees were there. There were few people on the road today. Many cornfields lined the roadside, patches of green, some turning yellow—it was harvest season, and almost everyone was harvesting corn. We strolled leisurely, Big Yellow stretching its big neck, hooking its head on a locust tree branch. Unfortunately, it was early autumn, and there weren't many leaves left to eat; it had developed a habit of hooking its head on branches to relieve boredom. Little Wolf walked beside me meekly.
I wasn't in a hurry. Anyway, no one dared touch my vegetable stall. Ever since I gave that money to the tax chief and recognized him as my godfather, the best spot in the market had always been mine. No one dared to take it; it was the same day or night. Thinking back, to secure a good stall, I had to get up before dawn every market day and leave early, otherwise there wouldn't be any good spots left. Now, sigh, it's like night and day.
When we arrived at the market, the sun was already high in the sky. The weather was nice and clear, but there weren't many people. After all, it was the busy harvest season, and every household was busy with the autumn harvest.
The market was set up at a crossroads. In the middle of the road were fruit vendors, one side sold clothes and fabrics, another sold food, and another sold vegetables—quite organized, showing that the tax office staff weren't too incompetent. This, of course, was thanks to my wise godfather's excellent leadership. I
walked through the bustling market center towards my stall. Sure enough, my stall was still empty, with stalls lined up on both sides. Everyone greeted me as I approached. I was somewhat well-known here, and people knew me well. Moreover, I could talk to the tax office staff and get them help when needed, so I had a good reputation.
Actually, many of these guys were shrewd and seasoned veterans. You had to be careful around them. Luckily, I was cunning and knew how to treat different people differently. With these seasoned veterans, I used a tough approach. There's a saying in the countryside: "The bear fears the tough, and the tough fears the reckless." Someone like me, all alone but with exceptional skills, no one dared to mess with me. Furthermore, my uncle is now a powerful figure in the entire town, and as a direct descendant of the Li family, he wields considerable influence. With such a strong backing, no one wants to risk their life.
In the village, the real authority lies with the Party Secretary; the village head is merely second-in-command. The Party Secretary has the final say on everything.
During busy farming seasons, I always help the Party Secretary with his work—a way of currying favor, I suppose, but I call it being a shrewd person. One must be pragmatic and know how to leverage small gains for big rewards. Think about it: you're just helping him with some work, but what you gain is far more than that—these are all valuable opportunities.
After a morning at the market, the profits were quite good. Because my vegetables were of high quality, they sold quickly, and they were more expensive than others, not in the same league. Those who bought my vegetables were all well-dressed individuals, mostly people with connections; they generally bought their vegetables from me.
This was part of my cleverness. You see, in the vegetable selling business, the biggest taboo is being cheaper than others—that's blocking their path to profit. So, generally, vegetable prices in the market aren't that different. If you're more expensive, that's fine, even welcome. But if you're cheaper, that's unacceptable; it's the unwritten rule.
I've noticed that many people have become wealthy, and they want to show off, to flaunt it. Of course, they want to eat better, dress better, and use better things than others. So, I went with the flow. My vegetables were the most expensive in the market, but I dared not say they were the best. Unfortunately, they didn't have the guts; they were afraid that if they were too expensive, no one would buy them. They didn't understand that even vegetables are graded; you get what you pay for. This economic principle is deeply ingrained in people's minds.
I worked quickly, selling all the vegetables in no time. I counted my earnings—thirty-nine yuan—and headed towards the only bookstore in town. I'd been wanting to buy a book called *The Red and the Black*, a world classic. It tells the story of a peasant man's personal struggle that ultimately ends in failure. While I admire him, I'm somewhat skeptical; his methods seem rather inept. I wanted to read it to learn from his mistakes and avoid repeating them.
With a book, I was content. Having bought it, I couldn't wait to read.
So, I rode on Big Yellow's back and began reading. Whether it could carry me home was irrelevant; it's a clever ox, capable of circling around, always finding grassy areas, and still making its way home. Little Wolf followed, catching rabbits along the way.
As we walked, I pulled my head out of the book to look around. I had no idea where we were. I stood up, glanced quickly, and realized we were back in Chunshui Village, but we were on a mountain path, north of my house. The ground beneath my feet was now Chunshui Village; just keep going, and we'd be in the village. It seemed Big Yellow had taken quite a detour. Walking further, we arrived at the village's famous "Treasure Basin."
It was actually a small basin, with terraced fields that kept the wind out. It was warmer here than elsewhere, so the crops ripened later and grew more abundantly. One acre here was equivalent to one and a half acres elsewhere, hence the name "Treasure Basin." The corn was still lush and green; it wasn't harvest time yet. I looked around carefully but found no one.
Wait a minute, in a cornfield on the hillside, a few corn stalks were swaying. Someone was there. Was there a thief?
I was bold and daring, and still somewhat immersed in Yu Lian's world, which led me to do something so foolish. Normally, I wouldn't bother with such things; it would be like a dog chasing a mouse—meddling. I dismounted the ox, patted it to let it graze, and led the wolf cub down the slope.
The wolf cub led the way and quickly reached the field. I whispered, "Who's there?!" The wolf cub growled softly.
There was no movement; the swaying corn stalks had stopped moving.
I said, "If you don't make a sound, I'll unleash the dogs! Who's there? Come out!"
Actually, I had already seen a glimpse of clothing from outside, confirming it was a woman.
A rustling sound rang out, and with the swaying of the corn stalks, a woman emerged. Her face was flushed, which only made her more alluring. She wasn't tall, very slender, but had an excellent figure—large breasts, a large bottom, and especially a very thin waist. When she walked, she swayed, her buttocks seeming to pop out, and coupled with her charming face, she was even more arousing. She was the wife of the scoundrel who had tried to rape my aunt in the cornfield that night. I chuckled, remembering what had happened that night, and a wicked thought crept into my mind.
That petty thug was named Wei Qiang. His wife's family was from Zhuzhuang, a neighboring village of Chunshui Village. They met at the market, fell in love at first sight, and were married through a matchmaker.
Life was good after their marriage, but Wei Qiang didn't follow the right path and developed a gambling addiction, so his family was very poor. Wei Qiang's wife was famously beautiful, and many people had designs on her. Unfortunately, Wei Qiang was a ruthless character. Ever since he broke the leg of an old lecher, no one dared to have such thoughts. Therefore, he was very resentful of me, believing that I wasn't as powerful as people said. Others dared not mess with me, but he wanted to see what I could do to him. How could I not know his mentality?
But since he had messed with me, I would make him regret ever being born! He was probably no longer a man, so of course I had an obligation to comfort his wife. Thinking of this, I got hard again. I remembered a pornographic book I'd read, written by a Japanese author, about how to tame a woman and turn her into your sex slave. I'd always longed for a woman from that world, and now, unexpectedly, the opportunity had presented itself!
I said to her, her face flushed, "You're Wei Qiang's wife, right?"
She nodded firmly, perhaps emboldened by her husband's reputation.
I chuckled, "Is this your land? I remember it belongs to Erwang!"
She lowered her head, remaining silent. I went inside, took out a bag of corn, and said, "Are you stealing corn?"
She lowered her head even further, whispering, "No, I'm just borrowing some from them; I'll return it after the harvest!"
I laughed, "Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe that. Erwang and your family have always been at odds; why would they lend you any?" I said sarcastically, with a look of disdain.
She fell silent.
I raised my voice, "This is theft! Why would a perfectly normal person become a thief? If others find out, you'll be in a terrible situation!"
These words probably hit her sore spot. She looked up, her oval face, large eyes, and long eyelashes brimming with tears, as if she were about to cry. Her pleading expression made her look even more pitiful.
I looked at her coldly. After a while, she began to sob softly, "Please don't tell anyone. I'll never do it again. Please let me go this time!"
Seeing that she was almost surrendering, I said gently, "It's not impossible for me to let you go, but I need to punish you first. If you do something wrong, you have to accept the punishment. Are you willing to accept it?"
She was completely disoriented at this point, saying, "As long as you don't tell anyone, I'm willing!"
I focused my gaze on her deeply. She flinched and quickly lowered her head, revealing her snow-white neck.
I thought she must have been frightened by the sharp glint in my eyes.
"Go inside!" I commanded.
She obediently went inside, as docile as could be, and my erection grew even harder.
Reaching the spot where she had been picking corn, where there was still a bag of corn, I chuckled, "Looks like you're planning to steal a little more!" I said sarcastically, wanting to further crush her pride. This was a psychological tactic I'd learned from books.
She lowered her head again.
I said, "When you were little, if you did something wrong, your dad would definitely spank you, right? Today you did something wrong again, so I'm going to spank you too!"
She raised her head, her pretty face flushed, her eyes pleading, and a hint of shame and indignation mixed with pleading.
"Hmm—what? Is that not okay?" I said coldly, my eyes flashing with a sharp light—of course, I couldn't see the glint in my own eyes, it was just a feeling.
Her expression shifted, seemingly struggling internally. Adding fuel to the fire, I said, "I won't force you if you don't want to, but it seems you're not sincerely admitting your mistake!"
Finally, she couldn't resist and slowly lay down on the bag of corn. The bag of corn was about half a person's height; laid flat, it reached knee height. She lay there, her buttocks supported by it, like a dog.
I said, "Take off your pants!"
She didn't move, a silent protest. I snorted and said coldly, "My patience is limited. I'll say it again, take off your pants!"
She slowly unbuckled her belt and pulled down her pants, revealing her round, snow-white buttocks. Below the two mounds was a patch of dark hair, even more alluring. My heart pounded, and my erection felt like it would burst through my pants.
The pants were only down to her knees. I squatted down and gently touched her buttocks, which resembled two halves of an apple. Finally, I felt a woman's real buttocks. That night with my aunt, I was only focused on releasing my lust, only knowing how to thrust, and hadn't really looked at her body properly. Today, I could finally look at a woman's body closely.
I saw her neck was red, and she was softly sobbing.
"Don't cry! You've done something so shameful, how dare you cry!" I said, giving her a hard slap on the bottom.
She indeed stopped crying.
I was satisfied and said, "If you do something wrong, as long as you accept the punishment, no one will pursue it anymore!" I was giving her a glimmer of hope to strengthen her ability to endure humiliation.
"Slap slap slap, slap slap slap—" I started slapping her snow-white, round bottom.
She also made groaning sounds. At first, it seemed to hurt, but later, her groans even had a hint of sweetness.
"Will you dare to do such a thing again? Tell me!" I asked while slapping her.
"Ugh, I won't, I won't dare again, please forgive me!" She buried her head under her arms and said softly.
I stopped, but my penis was still hard, and it was getting harder.
I looked at her, who was still groaning, and I noticed that her pants were wet, and water was flowing from her inner thighs, soaking a patch of her pants. I pulled out a handful and held it in front of her, asking, "What's this?" She turned her head away in embarrassment.
I saw that her buttocks were completely red, bright red, and I couldn't bear to hit her anymore.
My hand moved up from her waist to her firm breasts. "No—" she cried, pressing down hard on my hand that had touched her breasts.
"Hmm—?" I said coldly. Only then did she release her hand. She was
only wearing a vest and a jacket. I pulled them off over her head. She had probably given up hope, knowing that resistance was useless, and resignedly cooperated with me to take off her clothes.
Two round, large, white breasts trembled and appeared. Seeing them, my lust intensified. I turned her over. This made her very uncomfortable, with the bag pressing against her waist, her private parts completely exposed, which was very humiliating.
I picked her up and placed her on her clothes.
I always had this feeling that only when a woman willingly kisses you can you truly win her heart.
So I cupped her blushing face in my hands and kissed her small mouth fiercely. Her mouth was really small, looking so tempting; I really wanted to devour it.
I sucked hard on her little mouth, sticking my tongue inside and swirling it around, enjoying it immensely.
Her body grew softer and softer, collapsing to the ground as if boneless. Only when her tongue also came over and intertwined with mine did I leave her mouth and kiss her breasts. Her breasts were firm, not too big, like peaches, white with a rosy tinge, plump and moist. I sucked and kneaded them, the soft yet firm feeling was truly wonderful.
Finally, unable to suppress my lust any longer, I hurriedly pulled down my pants and tried to insert my erection into her, but I found it very awkward; I just couldn't get it in. The time with my aunt, I had just been thrusting into her from behind, only knowing the pleasure. Later, I looked at the pornographic books I got from Da Niu and realized I was being too simplistic, just thrusting relentlessly without any technique.
Now, I was facing another problem; the more anxious I became, the less I could get it in.
"Pfft—" A laugh escaped her lips as she saw my frantic attempt. She lifted her two white thighs and placed them beside my waist, revealing her opening. I knew that with her laughter, the relationship between us had instantly reversed. My previous psychological advantage had vanished; I was no longer the one playing with her. So, I clamped her thighs together, aimed my erection at her wet little hole, and thrust it in hard. I breathed a sigh of relief, remembering the time with my aunt; it all felt so good, yet she frowned, looking like she was in pain.
I paused for a moment, trying to recall the techniques I'd read in pornographic books, but found that too many variations couldn't compare to the thrill of hard thrusting. So
I dismissed them, reasoning that blindly believing everything in books is worse than having no books at all. With each thrust, she couldn't help but moan softly, even though she covered her mouth with her hand. Her face grew increasingly red, spreading to her chest, and her head thrashed from side to side as if trying to escape something.
Finally, she let out a scream, startling me as I thrust into her with all my might. Her vagina contracted incessantly, gripping my erection tightly—it felt wonderful—and then a gush of hot water spurted out. I knew she had ejaculated. I quickly focused my energy, but found that I didn't need to consciously exert any effort; the cool, yin energy naturally flowed into my dantian and settled there.
My desire subsided considerably, but I still felt uncomfortable, so I continued thrusting into her. She had no strength left and could only let me thrust into her. Finally, she ejaculated five or six times, her face pale, begging for mercy, before I stopped. I still felt unsatisfied, not ejaculating like I had with my aunt last time. Fortunately, the heat from her cool aura calmed the burning desire, and the maddening feeling was gone.
Her clothes were soaked, but she had no choice but to wear them. I dressed her piece by piece, one by one, the process involving touching and biting. She was too weak to resist. Finally, I made her come to me once a week to report on her thoughts. I learned this trick from the village secretary; anyone in the village who made a mistake had to report to him regularly.
She reverted to her shy demeanor from when she first met me, making me want to seduce her again. Looking at the sky, I had to give up, letting her sit on the ground to rest until dark before going home. Only after forcing her to agree to my demands did I leave. I thought, once a week isn't bad; too much would attract attention. By the time I finished, it was already evening; I had been at it all afternoon.
I think the little wolf probably doesn't know what I'm doing; anyway, it's carrying a rabbit in its mouth right now.
When I got home, I first went to the river to fetch two buckets of water and took a bath. Then I went to bed to practice my martial arts, trying to dispel the chilling energy.
When I awoke from my meditation, it was already dark; the sun had long since set. In autumn, the sun sets early.
I found my internal energy becoming increasingly pure, as if the woman's yin energy was greatly beneficial to me. Although I felt my years of arduous cultivation had progressed rapidly, it wasn't as fast as the results of these two encounters with the woman. It seems that the union of yin and yang is the true path of heaven.
After
reading for a while, Li Sanzi came running over, inviting me to his house. I readily went with him.
His house was in the center of the village, just a street away. The roads in our village were quite good, easy to walk on. One main street ran from east to west. This street belonged to Old Master Li, and his family had dug a sewer system, so it wasn't wet. The other streets were much worse; they didn't have sewers, and wastewater from every household flowed into the street. Moreover, the streets were dirt, making them muddy and difficult to walk on. People had to hop from one foothold to the next.
There were three main east-west streets, and many more north-south streets—I haven't counted them all, but there were probably over a dozen. These streets divided the village into many areas, still using the division method from the early days of the People's Republic of China, called by production teams: Team One, Team Two, Team Three, etc. Another method was by area: six or seven households formed an area, with an area leader—you know, like a local police officer, right? This area was similar to that area. For example, my family belonged to Team Three, which was also Area Seven.
It was time to light the lamps; the sky had turned blue, and visibility was reduced to almost nothing in the distance. Smoke began to rise from every chimney, filling the air with a thick, smoky smell. This was the busiest time in the village. Everyone had gone home after a long day's work. Children were returning from school, women were cooking, and men were out in the streets chatting and talking. The sounds of women calling their children home to do their homework or eat could be heard frequently. Men chased after their sons through the streets. The rural way of educating children was based on the belief that "spare the rod and spoil the child," and that "no beating, no success." If a child made a mistake, the father would start hitting them after only a few words of scolding. The more mischievous children, not wanting to suffer further, would choose to run away.
The dogs were barking particularly loudly at this time. I remembered that my little wolf was still following me, looking lazy and seemingly indifferent to the barking of other dogs. I thought that if it barked now, all the dogs in the village would probably fall silent. This had happened several times before.
This was the most painful time for me. Seeing everyone else's homes bustling with activity, while I was all alone, no one caring, as if my presence alone made me invisible. If something happened to me, no one would know.
At this time, a strange resentment would rise within me, as if I harbored hostility towards everything around me, except for the little wolf, Big Yellow, and the five lambs—they were my closest family. This inexplicable hostility drove me to try every means to trample everyone underfoot.
But after this period, I would feel incredibly free, with no one interfering, able to do whatever I wanted, a lone wolf, fearless of anything. This kind of life was wonderful.
So, I am a very contradictory person, one moment I'm one way, the next I'm another; I can't even understand myself.
The low mud houses, some without outer walls, only surrounded by thorns, revealing the interior.
This was the scene of every household along the street.
It's true that this place is quite poor. People don't have much income besides farming. Luckily, we live close to the town, where people are city dwellers, paid by the government, and have government jobs. They're willing to spend money, so we rural folks can earn money from them. In that respect, we're not the worst off; there are many places poorer than us.
Old Master Li often says, "Contentment brings happiness. Compared to before, we're living on honey."
Along the way, Li Sanzi didn't say much. He was honest and simple, not good with words, just constantly working. In the fields, he was worth two people. His wife, Zhang Cuihua, came from a very poor family with three daughters, which they couldn't afford to support.
He was eleven or twelve years old then, about the same age as me when I lost my parents. He probably had feelings for Zhang Cuihua and often helped with chores at her house. Eventually, he got his wish, but he turned out to be impotent, and Zhang Cuihua wasn't any better; she hooked up with an old bachelor from the village. I was so angry that I helped Li Sanzi.
Soon, we arrived at his house. Although his family wasn't very wealthy, they weren't short of food or clothing either; he was quite capable. The house was better than the surrounding neighbors'. A woman stood at the door, with a full figure and a round face. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a charming air about her. I thought that old bachelor actually had some skill, managing to seduce her into bed. I'm not a clueless naive boy anymore; she must be quite alluring in bed.
Seeing us, she waved. Although we were still quite far apart, I could already see clearly that she was wearing a floral blouse and an apron, her ample breasts jiggling as she waved. I couldn't see her buttocks clearly from the front, but I guessed they were certainly not small.
Li Sanzi suddenly said, "Uncle Wang, we're here!"
I was engrossed in watching her and was startled. I quickly snapped out of it and nodded.
The woman came forward and greeted me warmly, "Uncle Wang, you've come?!"
This is a common greeting in the countryside, carrying many layers of meaning, like asking "Have you eaten?" when you meet someone.
I nodded. Although I didn't like her, I couldn't show it. Keeping my emotions hidden was a little trick I'd learned.
The more you dislike someone, the more polite and enthusiastic you should be to them, to lower their guard and make it easier to deal with them.
With her warm welcome, I entered her home. The house was very clean, and although somewhat simple, it was quite nice. The room wasn't small, and the kang (a heated brick bed) was large enough to sleep four or five people, taking up most of the room's space. Li Sanzi led me to the kang, where a table had already been set up. I sat cross-legged. Ah, the kang was still warm; it seemed it had been specially heated for my visit.
The small wooden table wasn't big, and Zhang Cuihua was already busy serving dishes. Li Sanzi opened a bottle of liquor, a local specialty, "Drunken Eight Immortals," a strong liquor. I hadn't actually drunk much before and didn't know my tolerance, but of course, I wasn't afraid of it.
Zhang Cuihua continued cooking, and we started drinking. The men in the village didn't have many pastimes, so they enjoyed drinking. Usually, they could have a few cups with a plate of peanuts, which felt quite good. Although Li Sanzi wasn't usually very talkative, he became very talkative when drinking. Perhaps he felt we got along well; in any case, he talked incessantly, completely different from his usual self.
I also drank more, and as a result, I got drunk. I didn't feel it inside, but after I went out to relieve myself, the wind made me dizzy. I knew I was drunk, but I was happy, so I figured it didn't matter. After that, I vaguely remembered that Li Sanzi was also drunk, had scolded Zhang Cuihua, and even slapped her twice. After that, I don't remember anything; I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I found myself lying on his kang (a heated brick bed). I looked up at the moon; it was high in the sky, so it must be late at night. Maybe my constitution is different from others, which is why I sobered up so quickly, but why did I get drunk so quickly too?
Li Sanzi was snoring loudly, sleeping soundly. The air still smelled of alcohol. The three of us were lying on the kang fully clothed. Li Sanzi was in the middle, and Zhang Cuihua and I were on either side. Luckily, the kang was big, and there was still plenty of room for the three of us. I quietly got up, wanting to go outside to relieve myself.
I opened the door and tiptoed out. There, I saw the little wolf lying at the entrance. I felt a pang of shame; I had completely forgotten about it. In the long, dark night, the little wolf's eyes gleamed with a bright green light, making it almost look like a wolf. Even I myself doubted whether it was truly a wolf. Seeing me come out, it got up to greet me, its tail wagging vigorously, seemingly very affectionate.
I felt a warmth in my heart, bent down, hugged it, and buried my head in its long fur. It was very clean, often bathing in the small river in front of the house. Its fur was smooth and clean, occasionally reflecting a glimmer in the dim night.
My heart couldn't help but feel sad. I thought of my parents, who had passed away several years ago, and some past events. One evening after dinner, the three of us sat in the yard enjoying the cool air, and I...

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