Wildflowers bloom in the mountain village

Volume 1,
Chapter 0001: Is Narcissus Drunk?
The village chief, with his large belly and hands clasped behind his back, strode along the village's stone path. Behind him followed a black and white mongrels, its tail held high like a flag, looking even more arrogant than the chief himself.
As the saying goes, when the gods descend to consult the local earth god, the chief was the "earth god" of the area.
However, the chief didn't see himself as the earth god; he considered the earth god somewhat rigid.
He always saw himself as a local emperor. The chief particularly loved watching plays featuring emperors; the emperors in those plays were carefree and licentious, which was the life he longed for.
The chief's village was a large ridge spanning dozens of miles. Scattered across the ridge were a few natural villages, numbering a few hundred people, and the chief was the one in charge.
The chief's full name was Zheng Shuang. Thinking of this name, he always sighed, thankful his father had given him such a good name, allowing him to live a carefree life. Zheng Shuang began his carefree life at eighteen and has continued to this day.
At nineteen, Zheng Shuang became the militia battalion commander, and at twenty-two, he became the Party branch secretary. He disliked the more refined title of "Party branch secretary," preferring the villagers to call him "Village King." Having served as a cadre for over twenty years, Zheng Shuang knew every corner of the area and every road.
In his eyes, the people of the mountain ridge were like clay in his hands, molded to his liking.
Zheng Shuang often told his wife, once hailed as the most beautiful woman in the village, "I, the Village King, am the king of this village, the emperor. One cough from me, and someone's heart will gape for ages!" And indeed, it was true.
Wang Ergou, a former soldier, thought himself worldly-wise. Upon returning, hot-blooded and arrogant, he dared to confront Zheng Shuang at a village meeting, relying on his status as a demobilized soldier. As a result, he was left with a tattered trouser and a heavy load. The Village King reduced his family to poverty, using a tattered basket as a table.
Wang Ergou paid a heavy price for his defiance; he remains a bachelor. Thinking of Wang Ergou, the bandit king smirked. "So what if you were a soldier? You think you'll get away with messing with us, the bandit king?"
A small tuft of white hair on the top of his head meant that while the people on the ridge called him "bandit king" to his face, they secretly called him "misfit."
The bandit king knew what they called him behind his back, but he didn't care.
He thought, "Anyway, I'm in charge. Misfit bandit king is still king!" This thought made him feel good; it was the kind of exhilarating feeling he craved.
The villagers all knew that Misfit bandit king had amassed a fortune. Not to mention the villagers' taxes and levies, which he falsified accounts for, or the kickbacks he received for road construction and power line installation, even the family planning policy allowed him to gain both money and manpower.
"Money and manpower! Hahaha!" The bandit king walked along, thinking, and couldn't help but hum and laugh, his fat belly trembling with laughter. He patted his fat belly and couldn't help but think of Shui Xian. That woman, Shui Xian, was over thirty but still so youthful!
The thought of Shui Xian made his mouth water, like a ripe bayberry swaying before his eyes. Today was the day of Wangzai's father's funeral, and he was invited to the funeral feast. He had already decided that he absolutely had to sit next to Shui Xian! Thinking this, the village chief quickened his pace.
When he arrived, the dishes were just being served. Everyone invited him to sit down. He laughed and joked as he looked for Shui Xian. Hearing the greeting, Shui Xian stood up and waved to him. The village chief led Shui Xian over, and Li Bing, who was sitting next to her, quickly stood up to offer him his seat. The village chief sat down next to Shui Xian without any hesitation. Soon, all the dishes were served, chopsticks were laid out, and everyone began to drink.
As soon as the wine was poured, several people at the village chief's table raised their glasses to toast him. The village chief gladly accepted and drank.
As the wine flowed freely, the village chief raised his cup, glancing sideways at Shui Xian, and said in a affected tone, "Sister-in-law, I've worked so hard for everyone, won't you have a couple more drinks with me?"
Shui Xian didn't stand up, but a smile played on her lips. "Alright! Brother Tongnian, I'll toast you four more times." By this time, Shui Xian, who had already drunk several cups, had a face as red as a ripe peach.
With a "clink," the two small wine cups kissed passionately, like two little mouths. The others at the table cheered.
After the two small wine cups kissed four times, the village chief was already dazed and horny.
Shuixian picked up a glistening duck butt and offered it to the village chief, saying, "You have to eat the duck butt I picked up for you!"
The village chief laughed heartily, "I love your butt the most! Don't worry, I love your butt the most, I'll enjoy it slowly in a moment!"
Shuixian smiled coquettishly, "Village chief, you're too much."
"What did you call me again?" the village chief asked, then followed up with a series of questions, "Village chief, are you trying to fool me by saying I'm ten years older than you? Are you the village chief or the village chief?"
The village chief asked several questions without letting Shuixian answer, but instead directly forced her with a smile, "If you call me village chief, I'll punish you with four cups!"
Shuixian quickly stood up, picked up her small wine cup, and gave him a flirtatious wink. "Good village chief, dear village chief! I'll toast you four more cups, okay?" As she spoke, Shuixian grabbed the village chief's hand with her soft, boneless hand and said, "Come on, let's clink glasses!"
"Drink up, drink up. It's only sweet when we drink hand in hand." Niu Zai and Dong Mao, who were at the same table, shouted a toast.
"Alright! Let's drink together, our fates are intertwined!" The village chief quickly stood up and reached out to take Shui Xian's hand.
Shui Xian quickly pulled her hands, holding the cup, to her chest, cleverly avoiding the village chief's hand, and said with a smile, "How dare I drink with the village chief! I'll toast him instead." After saying that, Shui Xian brought the cup to her lips, placing the small cup on her delicate nose.
"Alright, Shui Xian's toast, I'll definitely drink!" The village chief tilted his head back and gulped down the wine. Although Shui Xian's cup touched the tip of her nose, she still wanted to leave some at the bottom.
The village chief, however, kept a close eye on her, turning his cup upside down and staring at Shui Xian: "We'll be good to the very end, good to the very end, good from the top of our mouths to the bottom!"
Niu Zai and Dong Mao laughed heartily, and Shui Xian laughed too.
Over there, Wang Zai and his relatives couldn't stand it anymore and turned their gazes sideways from afar. Niu Zai, with sharp eyes, gestured towards Wang Zai and said to the village head and Shui Xian, "Stop fooling around, look at their faces."
The village head looked in the direction Wang Zai was gesturing, put his cup on the table, and said, "What's there to be afraid of? A funeral banquet is still a banquet. Does that mean we don't drink at a banquet? They invited me here, didn't they invite me here to drink?"
"Their father has died, we shouldn't be too much," Dong Mao timidly advised the village head.
Shui Xian, however, stood up with a smile and said, "I'm drunk, Tong Nian Ge. I'm leaving now, Tong Nian Ge." "Sister Shui Xian is drunk, I won't drink anymore either. Sister, I'll see you off." The village head also stood up.
"I am drunk, but I still know, I won't call you village head, I'll call you Tong Nian Ge. Tong Nian Ge, I'm drunk, but I'm sober, I don't need you to see me off, I can still walk back." Shui Xian said as she went out the door.
Volume 1 0002: Isn't it shameless to tease a woman like this?
0002: Aren't you ashamed to tease a woman like that?
Narcissus went out of the gate and didn't hear any footsteps behind her, so she couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Shuixian was unwilling to accept it: had all her flirtatious glances at the banquet been for nothing? To ensure her plan succeeded sooner, she found sufficient reasons to prevent her husband, Sanjun, from attending the funeral.
She knew that although Sanjun was a spineless man, even a tree has bark, and a person has face; she had to save face for her man. To flirt and banter with another man in front of him was tantamount to slapping him in the face .
Shuixian's carefully planned scheme failed, and after a deep sigh, she couldn't help but look back.
What she saw filled her with surprise and delight; her eyebrows instantly lit up. The bandit king was tiptoeing behind her. After a brief eye contact, Narcissus feigned anger and said, "You sneaked in like a thief, giving me quite a fright. You almost gave me a heart attack!"
The village chief laughed and said, "You told me not to deliver it, so I had to do it quietly. You said it was the fright that made your heart race? Or was it your excitement that made your heart race?" Narcissus said as she walked, "I was thinking of having a few drinks with you, but... they ruined my mood."
"That's true! Humph, I've been a cadre for over twenty years, with many merits and hard work. What's a little drink when I'm happy? Narcissus, don't you think?" The village chief quickened his pace and spoke alongside Narcissus.
Narcissus echoed, "That's right, that's right. The village chief drinking is a sign of respect for them."
"Narcissus, you're not allowed to call me village chief in private. Call me Brother Tongnian. Or, you can call me Brother Shuang. Haha, Brother Shuang! That's even more refreshing. Call me Brother Shuang!" The village chief nudged Narcissus with his elbow as he spoke.
Narcissus laughed and quickened her pace, saying, "Brother Shuang, you're drunk, staggering around like that. It wouldn't be pleasant if you fell, hehe."
The village chief laughed heartily, "Sister Narcissus, you're simply a fairy. No! A ghost of men! Or no, a monster who specializes in pulling men's bones out. Men will all lose their bones when they see you."
Narcissus giggled again, saying, "That sounds nice. How come you're still so hard-boiled when you see me? Don't even mention turning soft after having your bones pulled out, you wouldn't even nod your head. That's understandable, you're a man of many experiences, you know all kinds of women... hehe, isn't that right?"
As they spoke, Narcissus and the village chief turned several corners and walked onto a small mountain path.
The winding mountain path, illuminated by the moonlight, resembled a dancing white ribbon.
The shadows of the trees on both sides of the path swayed erratically, giving the path an alluring quality. Narcissus walked softly beside the village chief, as if she were truly drunk.
"Narcissus, to be honest, no woman can compare to you. Your face is like a ripe peach; every man who sees you wants to take a bite!"
"Take a bite my ass! You got me drunk just to eat me?" Narcissus leaned towards the village chief. The village chief put an arm around Narcissus's slender waist: "Haha, Narcissus, you're really a little drunk." As he spoke, the village chief tried to kiss Narcissus's half-open lips.
Narcissus turned her face away, and the village chief's lips only reached her left cheek.
Narcissus quickly slapped the bandit king's hand away: "Don't you dare bully your sister!"
The bandit king laughed and said, "How dare I bully my sister? I'm only bullied by you! Look, even the moon is embarrassed to see a grown man like me being bullied by you; it's hiding in the clouds!"
Hearing this, Narcissus looked at the sky and giggled twice, saying, "People say the moon is a maiden, the moon is a maiden, she's shy. What maiden wouldn't be shy seeing the bandit king teasing her like this?"
"You called me bandit king again? See how I punish you!" the bandit king said, pulling Narcissus into his arms. One hand encircled her slender waist, while the other hand burrowed up from under her clothes… Narcissus giggled and swayed her hips.
The mountain night was not quiet. Although the mountain wind was only blowing gently, the leaves danced incessantly on the branches, creating their own lively melody, and the occasional hooting of an owl sounded like a distant siren.
"Oh, Tongnian, be gentle!" Shuixian gasped for breath. "It's not like I'm asking you to rub my poop. Don't you treat your wife this way?"
"Okay, I'll be gentle. Don't wriggle and try to break free, I'll be gentle." The bandit king's hand then changed its movements, snaking around like a snake, from one hilltop to another. Shuixian had to stop. But as she stopped, her breathing became increasingly rapid.
Suddenly, with a squeak, the bandit king's hand slipped across the soft, open ground…
"What a haste! I still have something to say." Shuixian quickly grabbed the bandit king's hand.
"Speak quickly!" the bandit king panted.
"Don't scare me away like that, Tongnian. Let's talk as we walk." Shuixian broke free from the bandit king, took a few quick steps, then slowed down.
The village chief caught up with Shui Xian: "Sister Shui Xian, just tell me what you want to say. Tell me if there's anything I can help with, and I'll do it for you if it's something my brother Tong Nian can do."
"Brother Tong Nian, in my heart you're a capable person; there's nothing you can't do. It's just a matter of whether you're willing to help me!"
"Tell me what it is first, stop beating around the bush." The village chief showed impatience.
Shui Xian nudged the village chief with her shoulder: "Brother Tong Nian, you know, in our village, a woman who only gives birth to daughters and not sons can't hold her head high. I've given birth to two daughters, and even though my husband is useless, he still dislikes me. Can you help me get a birth permit so I can have a son?"
"Sister Shui Xian, I haven't had anyone drag you to get sterilized; I've only had you get an IUD inserted, which is already very considerate of you. You still want a third child! You're so cunning; are you really trying to harm me?" The village chief stopped in his tracks.
Narcissus stopped in her tracks. Seeing that the village chief had fallen a step behind her, she took a step back, rested her head on his shoulder, and blew warm breath into his neck with her cherry-like lips, saying, "Please help me! Forget about the fish, consider the water, just for our relationship, you have to help!" After saying this, Narcissus nudged the village chief with her hips.
"You want a son? Fine! I'll help you conceive!" the village chief said, then embraced Narcissus again, his hands becoming restless.
Shui Xian broke free from the village chief: "Hmph, why should I believe you before I even have the birth certificate?"
"Fine, I don't believe you!" The village chief stopped and turned around: "I've already walked you so far, past the fork in the road to my house, I won't see you off anymore."
Shui Xian quickly pulled the village chief back, cupped his face, and kissed him: "Brother Tongnian, don't be heartless. I promise you, once I get the birth certificate, you can do whatever you want, stand or lie down. Although I, Shui Xian, am a woman, I promise to keep my word. Brother Tongnian, how about it?"
The village chief laughed: "You little devil! I really can't do anything with you!" Shui Xian giggled and ran towards her home.
Volume 1, Chapter 3: Bathing Can Be So Free
Chapter 3: Bathing Can Be So Free
The village chief walked alone on the mountain path at night, recalling his first time entering the mountains at seventeen. The village chief wasn't from the village; his home was on a wide, flat area at the foot of the mountain. Before venturing into the mountains, the village chief Zheng Shuang had heard the saying, "The mountain path has eighteen bends;
if you see a house, you'll cry from exhaustion." That day, Zheng Shuang set off early in the morning and walked until almost noon before he could vaguely see a wooden house in the mountains. But after turning a small bend, the house disappeared from sight again. Tired and hot, Zheng Shuang sat down to rest on a smooth stone under a large tree by the mountain path.
Zheng Shuang had just sat down when a man's song drifted on the wind: "Yo yo ai, yo yo ai, yo yo ai, yo yo oh ai, yo yo oh ai." Looking in the direction the song came from, he saw no one.
At that moment, a woman's clear voice drifted from another direction: "Put your right hand to your mouth, and you can call out the sun."
Zheng Shuang looked in the direction of the woman's voice, still seeing no one. He simply squinted and listened to the duet: (Male) Yo yo ai, yo yo ai, yo yo oh ai, yo yo oh ai. Left hand holds up the basket, able to carry the Yao Mountains on its back. Yo yo ai, yo yo ai, yo yo oh ai, yo yo oh ai. (Female) Heart filled with love, eyes full of expectation. Ah, Yao brother, yo yo oh ai, quietly waiting for the mountain song to be thrown over! (Male) Ah, the Yao brother sits alone, quietly waiting for his sister's mountain song... (Female) With a gentle wave of her handkerchief, she can draw the colorful clouds over; (Male) Yo yo ah, yo yo ah, yo yo ah, yo yo ah (Female) With a tinkling of her earrings, she can draw out the Yao River. (Male) Yo yo ah, yo yo ah, yo yo ah, yo yo ah... (Female) Ah! The Yao sister sits in the mountain village, quietly waiting for her brother to sing over...
The song drifted further and further away. Zheng Shuang looked at the clouds floating overhead, wondering if his choice was the right one.
Although Zheng Shuang's home wasn't in the county town, it was still in a flat and fertile village.
By chance, right after graduating from high school, the town was recruiting private school teachers.
Zheng Shuang had worked with his parents at home, digging in the soil, harvesting rice, and operating a threshing machine. Knowing the hardship of farming, he took the private school teacher exam. Fresh out of school, still needing to learn from his teachers, and eager to escape farming, he studied diligently before the exam and did very well.
During the assessment, the leader asked, "The three privately-run teachers we're recruiting this time will all be teaching in the mountains. We're planning to send you to the most remote Jiubangling Elementary School. Are you willing?"
Zheng Shuang thought to himself, "A teaching pointer is lighter than a plow or a hoe." So, he readily agreed.
When school started, the leader asked if he wanted to ask a villager at the town market to pass a message so they could send someone to pick him up on the road. Young and impetuous, Zheng Shuang said no.
He thought, "It's just a few books and a blanket anyway." But after setting off on the mountain road, he only heard a couple singing; he didn't see a soul.
Zheng Shuang arrived at Jiubangling Elementary School at 1 PM. Actually, it wasn't a school at all, just a dilapidated little wooden hut. If it weren't for the words "Jiupangling Elementary School" written on the doorframe, no one would have guessed it was a school.
Perhaps because of the simplicity of the wooden cabin, or the honesty of the local mountain people, the door wasn't locked; it was wide open. Zheng Shuang went inside, put down his luggage, and plopped down on a stool.
Finally, he'd arrived, and Zheng Shuang let out a long sigh of relief. At that moment, a gentle mountain breeze blew by, cool and refreshing, like a beautiful young woman's delicate hand brushing against his neck. Zheng Shuang felt incredibly comfortable. He'd
only been sitting for a short while when a little child peeked at him and asked, "I saw someone enter our school. Are you our teacher?" Zheng Shuang waved to him and said, "I'm a newly transferred teacher. Come in, let me ask you something." The child turned and ran off, shouting, "The teacher's here! The teacher's in!"
Soon after, the mountain people arrived from their homes. Perhaps because the mountain people lived scattered, they arrived at different times, each a few minutes apart. Each of them, upon seeing Zheng Shuang, enthusiastically "complained" that he hadn't told them so they could come down the mountain to meet him.
Amidst grumbling, Zheng Shuang's simple luggage was quickly carried to the village secretary's house, which was closer to the school. Actually, the village secretary at that time was also called "Zhai Wang," a name the villagers were used to.
His surname was Wang, and everyone affectionately called him Zhai Wang Wang. The warmth of Zhai Wang Wang and the villagers instantly dispelled Zheng Shuang's fatigue. The villagers were very simple and honest; they served Zheng Shuang wine in a gourd basket and blackened, glossy cured meat over a wood fire as a side dish.
At lunch, only Zhai Wang Wang shared a bowl of wine with Zheng Shuang, as everyone else had already eaten. Zhai Wang Wang said, "Walking must be tiring; a little wine will help you sleep." After lunch, Zhai Wang Wang's wife arranged for Zheng Shuang to take a bath and change clothes. Zhai Wang Wang said, "Teacher Zheng, you must get some rest after your bath."
Zhai Wang Wang's wife then led Zheng Shuang to the bathhouse. Spring water, drawn from the cliff face by bamboo aqueducts, gurgled and flowed, its sound like pearls falling on a jade plate, rain pattering on banana leaves, and the gentle melody of a dulcimer playing in a soft breeze.
The floor was covered with clean bamboo mats. To the left of the water trough and to the right of the large stove stood a large, oval-shaped tub, about five feet long, three feet wide, and three feet high. The fire in the stove was gentle, and the water in the tub was only lukewarm.
The village chief's wife said, "This is the 'tubular bath' you've heard about. In winter, I'll make the fire in the stove roar, and the water in the tub will bubble and steam. We can't use that kind of hot water in summer, but it's still very comfortable. Take your time bathing! Wash away your fatigue." After giving her instructions, she left the bathhouse.
Zheng Shuang climbed onto the tub, braced herself on the rim, did a forward roll, and entered the tub, the warm water washing over her body. Zheng Shuang sat, lay down, bent over, or reclined; he hadn't expected to be able to bathe so freely inside. He bathed until he was thoroughly satisfied before putting on clean clothes and leaving the bathhouse.
As soon as he stepped out, the village chief forced him to sleep and rest. Although it was a hot summer day, the wooden hut was still quite cool. Perhaps truly exhausted, Zheng Shuang lay down and fell asleep immediately.
The village chief, thinking back to his first day in the mountains, couldn't help but sigh: "What simple and honest mountain people!" Actually, Zheng Shuang was also very simple and honest back then.
Volume 1, Chapter 0004: I'm waiting for you to come in and give me a bath!
Chapter 0004: I'm waiting for you to come in and give me a bath!
Shuixian hummed a tune as she pushed open the door, only to see her husband, Sanjun, puffing on his pipe, a small pile of paper trumpets at his feet. She was immediately enraged: "You're such a good-for-nothing! I went out for a drink and came back to find you smoking like this!"
Sanjun abruptly stood up, glaring angrily: "You can't even give me a son and you dare to talk back to me? You're having a good time, humming love songs, are you already with the bandit king…?"
Shuixian strode forward, snatched the cigarette from the trumpet-shaped pipe Sanjun was holding, stomped it on the ground, and said viciously: "You illiterate! I've told you many times, the deciding factor in whether you have a son or a daughter isn't the woman, it's the man! A woman's ability to give birth is her skill!"
Sanjun thought about the theories Shuixian had pulled out of the book, immediately fell silent, and sat back down on the stool.
Shui Xian's voice softened as she said, "San Jun, I also want to have a son for you! But? We don't have a birth permit now, and I have an IUD, so no matter how hard we try, it's no use! I went drinking today because I wanted to have a son for you, didn't I?"
San Jun held his head and asked in a low voice, "Did he agree?"
Shui Xian sighed, "He neither agreed nor refused." Involuntarily, San Jun picked up a piece of paper and some tobacco from the table and rolled it up.
Sanjun rolled a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking again. "Did you agree to him on the way?" Shuixian's anger flared up again. She slapped the cigarette out of Sanjun's mouth and said, "What kind of woman do you take me for? I told you, if I don't give you a son, he'll never have my body!"
Sanjun said timidly, "After he promised to get the birth certificate, will you really give him your body after we have a son?"
Shuixian said, "Although I'm a woman, I have to keep my word. Besides, after giving birth to a son, the son is a treasure, and my body won't be worth anything. I'll only give him my body once, and once I fulfill my promise, I'll cut ties with him completely. Don't worry! I'm doing this for our family!" Sanjun sighed and said, "Let's take a bath and go to bed!"
Shuixian let the water wash over her body, her hands gliding over her fair skin. Remembering the bandit king's hands roaming over her body on the way, she began to feel a surge of heat. Thinking about it, she felt like crying. She couldn't understand why she had such contradictory thoughts. The more she couldn't understand, the more she thought about it.
Just as she was lost in her thoughts, Sanjun pushed open the door and came in. Sanjun said, "Are you going to bathe until dawn?"
Shuixian snapped out of her reverie and giggled, saying, "I've been waiting for you to come in and give me a bath! You've finally come." Sanjun chuckled and walked into Shuixian's room.
The moment Sanjun's hand touched Shuixian's body, she giggled again.
Sanjun suddenly frowned and said, "Why are you laughing so much today? Is it because he touched you and you find it funny?"
Shuixian splashed water on Sanjun's face with a "splash": "You jealous bastard! You don't know what's good for you! I'm nice to you, and you mock me! You deserve to be ignored!" With that, she stepped out of the water, without drying herself or putting on slippers, and went straight into her room, collapsing onto the bed with her legs sticking out. Sanjun hurriedly followed her in.
The light bulb in Shuixian's room was only 5 watts, casting a green light.
Seeing Shuixian lying on the bed, and noticing her chest heaving, Sanjun knew she was angry and dared not approach her. He stood in front of her, carefully observing her; the water droplets on Shuixian's body seemed to wink at him playfully. Finally, Sanjun couldn't resist the temptation and quietly approached, licking the water droplets with the tip of his tongue.
Shuixian's heavy breathing slowly turned into light breathing, and then slowly became heavy again. Sanjun gently brushed the soles of Shuixian's feet, placed them on the bed, and turned on the light switch.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, shimmering like a fine veil over Sanjun. The leaves outside rustled, and the occasional hooting of an owl drifted in.
When Shuixian went to take another bath, she complained, "Useless! Even my own wife is so impatient!"
Sanjun didn't reply. After Shuixian finished washing and got into bed, he took a bath too. Instead of going to sleep immediately, Sanjun rolled a cigarette and started smoking.
After finishing the cigarette, Shuixian began to snore. Sanjun lay down next to Shuixian, but listening to her snoring, he couldn't fall asleep.
Images of himself flashed through his mind—images of Shuixian and the bandit king, and of their journey that very night.
As Sanjun thought, he began to drift off to sleep. Just as Sanjun was about to close his eyes and go to sleep, the rooster crowed. Sanjun sighed, his sleepiness vanished again, so he
simply got up and rolled a cigarette. As he smoked, he thought: Should I wake Shuixian up and have a good argument with her?
Volume 1, Chapter 0005: I'll Come Talk to You Again Tomorrow Night.
When
Zheng Shuang first arrived in the mountains, he was indeed very simple and honest. Thinking back to his first few days in the mountains, Zheng Shuang felt a warmth in his heart.
Zheng Shuang turned a corner and saw his wooden house in the moonlight. There was an open space beside the path, with a large rock in the middle. He sat down and slowly recalled the scenes after arriving in the mountains.
Zheng Shuang had a good sleep after arriving in the mountains, and when he woke up it was almost dinnertime.
The village king said, "Teacher Zheng, wash your face and climb upstairs to see the scenery. I'll call you when it's time for dinner." Zheng Shuang climbed upstairs and saw a round log supporting the window.
Walking to the window, Zheng Shuang was greeted by layers of mountains, with colorful clouds soaring among them. He was captivated by the evening scenery.
Looking closer, he saw the scattered wooden houses of the mountain villagers nestled among the lush trees. Just as Zheng Shuang was lost in the natural beauty of the mountain village, the village chief called him down for dinner.
Dinner was much more lavish than lunch; besides cured meat, there was a delicious soup and several green vegetables. The village chief said he had specially sent someone to dig up a winter grass rat. These rats live year-round in dense grass, burrowing through it, and their meat is delicious. "Try some soup first," he said.
Zheng Shuang took a sip of the soup; its sweetness spread from his mouth to his heart, making him feel as if he were floating on air.
As Zheng Shuang savored the sweetness of the soup, a girl's clear, bell-like singing voice drifted from outside the door.
Following the sound of the song, a beautiful scene caught Zheng Shuang's eye. His gaze was fixed on it.
He hadn't expected to find such a lively and beautiful young girl deep in the mountains!
The girl entered and, seeing the dishes on the table, smiled and said, "Hello, teacher!"
Zheng Shuang was surprised that she knew he was a teacher.
The girl, noticing his confusion, smiled and said, "Guests who come at the start of the school year are naturally teachers. Besides, this winter rat soup is a rare treat for ordinary guests."
Hearing this, Zheng Shuang remembered some mountain rules the school district leaders had told him a few days earlier, and a magical story about Jiubangling told by an old teacher—"Enduring Nine Nights!" The old teacher had jokingly said that if he could enjoy the "Enduring Nine Nights" treatment at Jiubangling, he would have no regrets in life!
When Zheng Shuang heard the words "Enduring Nine Nights," he wondered, if it's about enjoyment, why is it described as "enduring"? After hearing the story, he learned that the last three nights of "Enduring Nine Nights" involved drinking the mountain king's specially made "True Water."
It is said that this is a special water used to protect the chastity of young girls. If a man has had sexual intercourse within 24 hours, drinking this water will inevitably lead to his death, and his death will be mysterious and inexplicable. However, men who have not had sexual intercourse can drink this water to prevent disease. The most beautiful girl in Jiubang Ridge accompanied him for nine nights without any ulterior motives, which is, of course, "enduring" it.
After hearing the story of "enduring nine nights," Zheng Shuang did not believe it was true. The old teacher said that it was just a legend.
Nevertheless, when Zheng Shuang saw this girl, the desire to experience "enduring nine nights" arose. Although he knew that nine nights were difficult to "endure," and even dangerous, he longed for it. Even if it meant being shattered to pieces, he hoped to receive the highest honor of "enduring nine nights"!
After explaining why she called Zheng Shuang "teacher," the girl warmly extended her hand to Zheng Shuang with a smile and said, "My name is Yingxue, you can call me Xue'er." Her cleverness and boldness surprised Zheng Shuang. Zheng Shuang didn't even extend his hand in response for a moment. Xue'er's generosity made Zheng Shuang unable to believe that she was a mountain girl!
At dinner, Xue'er had a couple of drinks with Zheng Shuang before eating. Zheng Shuang drank a lot with the village head, and they talked a lot about their school.
It turned out that their school had a hard time retaining teachers because of inconvenient transportation, the poverty of the mountain village, and the fact that no teachers from other villages were willing to stay.
After drinking, Zheng Shuang became quite enthusiastic, saying, "The leaders let me teach here for a year, and maybe I'll fall in love with it and teach here for the rest of my life!" Hearing this, the village head happily recounted interesting stories about the mountain village.
Zheng Shuang and the village head had a very pleasant conversation! When it was time to sleep, the village head said, "Tonight, let Xue'er keep you company until 3 a.m.!" Zheng Shuang's heart pounded.
He knew that once the village head said this, he had no choice; he had to begin the long-awaited test—that is, tonight would be the first of nine nights of sleepless nights!
Xue'er was the village head's only daughter. Zheng Shuang's room for his midday nap was the village head's guest room. The village chief said it was inconvenient to live at the school. Besides, it would be too lonely for someone to live at the school alone. Although Zheng Shuang was quite brave, he was genuinely afraid of being lost in the mountains, living alone in a place with no other houses for nearly half a mile around.
After the village chief led Xue'er to Zheng Shuang's room, he said, "Xue'er, don't neglect our distinguished guest. You must keep him company until 3 a.m., understand?" Xue'er blinked and said mischievously, "Dad, you can go to sleep now. I promise I'll complete the task!"
Xue'er sat opposite Zheng Shuang and smiled, saying, "Teacher, have some tea. Tonight, I'll talk about our village first. You won't fall asleep because you're not interested in our village
, will you?" Zheng Shuang quickly said, "No, no, absolutely not." Xue'er then began to talk to him about their village. Xue'er told Zheng Shuang about the village's customs. Then she added, "Many of these customs have changed, but listening to them will still be very helpful for you to establish yourself in the village. For example, the custom of 'testing guests.' We villagers are very loyal and affectionate.
However, if a guest fails the 'test,' they are very unwelcome." Zheng Shuang asked Xue'er how the "test" was conducted.
Xue'er smiled and said, "Actually, when a guest enters the house, it's like entering an examination room. When a guest enters, we get up to offer them a seat." Xue'er stood up with a smile and casually picked up a small stool, saying, "What a gentle and understanding mountain breeze! It's brought you all the way to this remote mountain hut. Please sit down!" Zheng Shuang couldn't help but laugh at Xue'er's performance.
Xue'er said, "According to the old custom, your smile would have disqualified you from the first test. You should have accepted the stool with both hands, said thank you, and sat down immediately. Only then would we be satisfied and treat you like family.
If you didn't accept the stool and chose another seat, or if you accepted the stool, blew on it, and wiped it before sitting down, we wouldn't have received you. Because you would have treated us like outsiders, and we would have just slipped away through the back door like a passing breeze.
If you just smiled without accepting the stool, we would have thought you were mocking us, and we wouldn't have been kind to you.
Fortunately, we don't have to test you like this anymore, otherwise, you wouldn't even be able to drink the mountain spring water, let alone the winter rat soup." Zheng Shuang asked Xue'er why she had changed the custom.
Xue'er said that the mountain people's awareness has improved, and they realize that different customs mean different things to guests. They might perceive others as disrespectful, even when those customs mean no disrespect. Wouldn't that be wronging them?
Zheng Shuang asked Xue'er how the next test would be. Xue'er said, "If you pass the first test, we will happily fetch spring water in a small bamboo tube and solemnly present it to you. You must readily accept it and drink it all in one gulp, saying, 'Thank you
, host, for the sweet spring water.' At this point, we will kindly say, 'We are very ashamed to have treated you with such plain water, yet you don't mind. Your heart is purer than our spring water!'
Then, we will help you to a large stool specially prepared for elders or distinguished guests, and while chatting intimately with you, we will wash the pot and make oil tea. By then, you will have 'passed the second test.'"
Xue'er chuckled as she said this. Xue'er's talkativeness and humor made Zheng Shuang look at her even more favorably. Looking at Xue'er's radiant smile, Zheng Shuang asked, "Is it just 'the light boat has passed two hurdles'? Is there another test?"
Xue'er replied, "There's one last test. That's based on your attitude towards Yao family oil tea." Zheng Shuang was about to hear about the final test when Xue'er said, "Time's up. I'll come back to chat with you tomorrow night. I should go back to my room to rest." With that, Xue'er winked playfully at Zheng Shuang, giggled, and left, leaving Zheng Shuang standing there in a daze.

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