Lower Canal Scenery

When the reeds along the riverbank grew to waist height, Sun Duofu arrived at the Hongqi Brigade for his assigned post.

Sun Duofu hadn't originally wanted to be stationed at Hongqi Brigade. Everyone in the commune knew how poor the brigade was.

Back then, cadres weren't sent to the countryside for their assigned posts like they are now, where a phone call precedes their arrival and chickens, geese, and ducks are already slaughtered by the time they arrive.

After a cursory tour along the main road, accompanied by village cadres, they would return to the village office just in time for lunch.

By the time they were full, it was already past three in the afternoon, and they would leisurely head home, marking the end of their day's work.

The assigned cadres back then had a very strict work ethic; they would pack a bag and go to the countryside, settling in permanently, usually for three years. Except for attending meetings at the commune, they were not allowed to leave the assigned brigade, and certainly not go home. Anyone found leaving without permission would be disciplined.

Of course, if there were family matters, they could apply for leave through the proper channels. Therefore, the commune cadres all attached great importance to the conditions of the brigade they were assigned to, since they would be living there for three years.

Hongqi Brigade was notoriously poor, and nobody wanted to go there.

But Sun Duofu had no choice but to come. There was an unwritten rule in Libao Commune: the poorer and more backward the area, the more likely a key member of the commune would be sent there to strengthen leadership. After discussion, the commune party committee decided to send Sun Duofu to Hongqi Brigade. This was because Sun Duofu was the commune's armed forces minister, a member of the party committee, and the youngest member of the party committee. If you don't take on this responsibility, who will?

Before setting off, the commune secretary patted Sun Duofu on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Little Sun, do a good job down there! The Red Flag Brigade's resources are a bit meager, but we're not going there to enjoy ourselves. Pay attention to following the mass line, strive to eat, live, and work alongside the masses. I heard the central government is going to reform the grassroots system within the next five years. We're all getting old, but you're still young, and everyone has a good opinion of you; your future is bright! Of course, you have shortcomings too, so you need to manage yourself well. You also need to achieve something, so I can speak up for you then."

Sun Duofu stared at the commune secretary's chubby, white face and replied, "Thank you for your guidance, Secretary. I will definitely do my best as you say and strive not to disappoint the leaders!" But in his heart, he thought, "Damn it, you're afraid young people will take my position, so you've never been willing to train cadres. Everyone in the commune knows that! What a jerk! By the time you train them, it'll be too late!"

Sun Duofu's wife was even more worried about him.

The night before his departure, after their son fell asleep, the two of them inevitably tossed and turned in bed. The woman asked him, puzzled, "You're always busy with conscription and training, never home until late at night. Why were you sent down this time?"

"It's the Party Secretary's idea! He said I should go down there for training, and someone else will do my work. He wants to promote me!" Sun Duofu coaxed his wife, afraid she'd worry.

"Then do your job well and don't let him down. Don't worry about things at home, I promise I won't hold you back."

She thought for a moment, then twisted his ear: "I heard the women there are really horny. If you dare touch them, I'll skin you alive!"

Sun Duofu groped her breasts, grinning, "They're nothing compared to you. They're all dark-skinned, unlike you, so fair and tender, so plump. How could I possibly touch them?"

"Even if they're pretty, you're not allowed to touch them, or I'll cut off your manhood!"

After a pause, she gently pressed her lips to Sun Duofu's ear, her face flushed, and whispered, "If you really can't stand it, just sneak home tonight. It's not far anyway. After you get home, sneak back again, and they won't know."

Sun Duofu patted his wife's bottom and chuckled, "I'm not worried. It'll only be three years at most. Sometimes I'll even come up for meetings or something. I'm just afraid you won't be able to keep your legs together at home!"

The woman raised her fist and punched him, saying shyly, "Am I that kind of person? You're often not home. If you wanted to cheat, would you wait until today?"

"Then I'm relieved." After saying that, Sun Duofu flipped over and pressed himself against her.

The woman naturally parted her legs to welcome him in, chuckling, "While you're still here, let's drain you dry first."

Sun Duofu, panting, thrust in, chuckling. Soon, the woman cried out, tightly embracing her man's body, her legs intertwined behind him, thrusting upwards forcefully.

The next morning, Sun Duofu arrived at the Hongqi Brigade with his backpack.

Upon receiving the commune's notice, Li Baoku clicked his tongue in dismay. According to regulations, commune cadres stationed in the countryside stayed at the brigade headquarters, but looking at the headquarters, it was hardly a habitable place. A dilapidated mud-brick house, the earthen walls cracked so the wind could seep in, and when it rained, it drizzled inside. Sun Duofu

was, after all, the commune's armed forces minister and a member of the Party committee—a key cadre. How could he be allowed to stay in such a place?

Fortunately, his wife's words changed Li Baoku's mind.

“I’m telling you, stop worrying about it,” Li Baoku said, slapping his forehead. “Why don’t you just let him stay at our house? That way, someone can take care of his meals, and we can wash his dirty clothes. It’s not good for a grown man to be without a wife around.”

Yes, they had plenty of rooms; setting up one wouldn’t be a big deal, and it was better than having him stay at the brigade headquarters. Most importantly, with a commune cadre staying at their home, they could take care of their wives, legitimately avoid work, and still get higher work points—a win-win situation.

Sun Duofu, carrying his backpack, followed Li Baoku at a leisurely pace. Li Baoku tried several times to take his luggage, but Sun Duofu insisted on refusing. Actually, Sun Duofu’s backpack was just a military blanket, weighing about four pounds, packed like a soldier’s backpack with a pair of rubber boots tucked in the back. His reason for not letting Li Baoku carry it was to let everyone in the Red Flag Brigade know that he was there to settle down.

This is a typical farmhouse courtyard, built on a high ground by the river. It consists of two courtyards with six rooms in total, all with newly built adobe walls, thatched roofs, and elm beams. The roofs are covered with tar paper, making them look shiny.

Don't underestimate this house. At that time, most families lived in houses shaped like a cylinder, facing north and south, commonly called "Dingtou Mansion." These houses had three rooms in a row from south to north, also with adobe walls and thatched roofs, but mostly with poplar beams. The main gate was on the southernmost wall, and it got darker and darker as you went in. The innermost room was completely dark, and it would take a long time for someone just entering to see inside.

Li Baoku's house, however, had a side wing, facing east and west, and all the rooms were brightly lit, making it stand out from the other houses.

Because there were many rooms, Li Baoku arranged his home very neatly, unlike the chaotic mess of other houses.

In the next section of the house, Li Baoku and his wife lived in the east room, which contained an old-fashioned carved wooden bed, always covered by a white gauze curtain. Next to the bed was a wide, large footstool, the same length as the bed, mainly used for sitting on it before bed to wash feet in a basin, and also for taking off clothes before sleeping—very convenient. Beside the bed was a desk with a lampshade, newspapers, magazines, pens, ink bottles, and other items. The room also had a three-door wardrobe with a large mirror on top, and two wooden chests stacked on top. In the west room were two small beds, one for his son Laibao and one for his daughter Qiaolian, along with a lamp stand. This room was used for placing oil lamps and such; the central room served as both the main hall and dining room, with an old-fashioned, purplish-red carved eight-immortal table in the center. The family usually ate there, the children did their homework there, and guests were received there. Against the north wall was a shrine cabinet, with two large red characters for "loyalty" painted on the doors, standing out against the pale yellow heart-shaped pattern. Above the cabinet, in the center against the wall, was a large white porcelain statue of Chairman Mao waving, below which were four volumes of the "Little Red Book" (Selected Works of Mao Zedong). The walls were covered with many certificates of merit and cigarette labels, as well as a still from the opera *The Red Lantern* showing Grandma Li and Tie Mei holding up a red lantern.

In the front section, the central room had doors at both the front and back for easy access. One room was cluttered with farm tools and grain, while the other was empty.

To the west of the two-courtyard house stood two small rooms, their doors facing east. The northernmost room was used as a kitchen, while the other was empty. To the east was a winding river, flowing north to south, its waters flowing year-round. Separated from the houses and the river was a wide embankment with a dock leading directly onto the water, where people washed rice, vegetables, and clothes. On the water's edge of the embankment grew several tall willows and chinaberry trees, as well as a mulberry tree. In the northeast corner behind the houses, a small hut had also been built—a simple outhouse.

Seeing Sun Duofu and his group enter, Feng Chunhua hurriedly went to greet them, taking Sun Duofu's backpack while scolding Li Baoku, "These commune cadres have come all this way, and you're making them carry their own backpacks? Are you a blockhead?"

Sun Duofu looked at the woman before him, his heart lighting up: She was of medium to tall stature, with a neatly trimmed, jet-black hair held back with iron hairpins, not a single strand out of place; several short red ribbons were tied to the hairpins, forming a small lily shape. Her oval face was fair and clean, with a slight rosy tint; she had arched eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes with slightly upturned corners; a round nose, and small lips. A blue shirt with white floral patterns clung tightly to her body, accentuating her breasts, which stood out prominently. She wore brown trousers and black square-toed cloth shoes. She looked both energetic and refreshing, with a touch of flirtatious charm; she was clearly meticulously dressed.

Li Baoku ignored her and smiled at Sun Duofu, saying, "This is my wife. She doesn't know the proper etiquette, so please don't be shy, Minister Sun." He then turned to his wife and introduced her, saying, "This is Minister Sun. Why don't you hurry up and make the bed for him?

Let him rest for a bit, and then you can hurry up and prepare the meal."

Sun Duofu gave Li Baoku a thumbs-up and said, "You're so lucky!" He then turned to Feng Chunhua and smiled slightly, "I'll be relying on you from now on!"

"Minister Sun, what are you saying? It's my good fortune to be able to serve you. I'm just afraid that we country folk are too ugly and clumsy, and that you won't be satisfied!" Feng Chunhua said, glancing at Sun Duofu with her alluring eyes, making his heart flutter.

Chapter Five

May is a busy time, and this is no exaggeration.

First, the rapeseed ripens. When the rapeseed stalks turn yellow and the pods are still green, about 70-80% ripe, they have to be harvested from dawn till dusk and transported to the threshing ground. This work had to be done in the early morning or late evening; midday was absolutely out of the question. Because in the morning and evening, the rapeseed stalks were soft due to the dew, unlike at midday when the sun would cause the pods to burst open, making them too delicate to touch. By the time the rapeseed was threshed from its pods with flails, the barley was already ripe. And by the time the hills of wheat sheaves were transported from the fields to the threshing floor, the wheat was

ready. As the saying goes, "Silkworms ripen and wheat turns yellow in the summer heat." Yesterday you might see a field of green stalks, but the next day it would be a sea of gold. All the wheat was transported to the threshing floor and piled up like mountains; back then, there were no harvesting machines. During harvest, the men were mainly responsible for transporting the wheat, carrying it on their shoulders, one load at a time, regardless of the quantity of rapeseed or wheat sheaves, or the distance. The women were mainly responsible for cutting the wheat, cutting it off handful by handful with sickles from every acre of land, and then bundling it up in heaps.

This job seemed easy, but it actually involved bending over all day, facing the yellow earth and back to the sky—more tiring than carrying a load. The elderly and children, carrying bamboo baskets, scattered to the fields where the wheat bundles had already been cleared to glean the remaining ears of wheat and bring them to the granary.

Neither the brigade nor the production team cadres were idle at this time. Production team leaders, as usual, worked alongside the masses to rush the harvest, while brigade cadres were busy going down to each production team to inspect and supervise.

But two people in the Red Flag Brigade weren't busy: Sun Duofu and Feng Chunhua.

Sun Duofu, a commune cadre, only needed to visit the various production teams during the day to check on the brigade's production progress and the presence of brigade cadres stationed in their assigned production teams; he generally didn't need to go out at night.

In previous years, Feng Chunhua would always work alongside everyone at this time, doing light work at the threshing floor and working the night shift. But this year was different. Minister Sun was staying at her house; she couldn't let him go hungry all day, could she? Nor could she expect him to wear dirty clothes every day, could she? They couldn't leave Minister Sun alone at home, could they? What if he got a headache or fever, or drank too much? Who would bring him tea and water?

That day, after his routine inspection of several production teams, Sun Duofu strolled back to Li Baoku's house for dinner.

Li Baoku was out on business, so only Sun Duofu, Feng Chunhua, and the two children were home. Feng Chunhua happily prepared several dishes, and everyone ate with relish. After dinner, the two children went to school, and Feng Chunhua quickly cleared the table of dishes into a bamboo basket, carried it to the riverbank to wash them, while Sun Duofu lay down on the bed in the east room of the front house to read. When he got tired, he wanted to take a nap.

After Sun Duofu moved in, the grain, farm tools, and miscellaneous items in the front house had already been moved to the small room next to the kitchen. All three rooms were cleaned spotlessly. The easternmost room became Sun Duofu's bedroom, and the westernmost room was empty, containing a wooden tub for bathing, where the family bathed in the summer.

Rural people aren't so particular; most rooms don't have doors, and Li Baoku's family was no exception.

He originally only had a door in the room where he and his wife slept; the other rooms had none. After Sun Duofu arrived, fearing it would be inconvenient with more people, he hung curtains at the entrances of the two front rooms.

Feng Chunhua finished tidying everything up, stepped into the front room, lifted the curtain of the east room, and saw Sun Duofu still half-lying on the kang (heated brick bed) reading. She gave him a charming smile: "You're really diligent! Unlike that lazybones, I wonder where he's off drinking again?" Sun Duofu smiled back at her but didn't say anything, continuing to read his book.

Feng Chunhua lowered the curtain, shuffled out the door, and went into the north-facing room. A moment later, she returned, shuffled back, carrying a set of underwear. She turned and went into the west-facing room in the front house, muttering to herself,

"This awful weather, I'm sweating buckets just from moving around."

Soon, the sounds of a bathtub being placed in the west-facing room, the splashing of water, the rustling of clothes being undressed, and the splashing of water as she scrubbed herself came from inside. Sun Duofu couldn't concentrate on his book anymore; his sleepiness had vanished. His mind was filled with the image of a voluptuous woman bathing naked, sometimes blurry, sometimes vivid. He couldn't understand why she would bathe at noon when it was just the two of them at home. Besides, the weather wasn't that hot; there was no need for it!

Sun Duofu remembered something: the morning before yesterday, when he got up to use the outhouse, he asked at the door if anyone was inside. In the countryside, outhouses weren't separated by gender; you'd ask before entering, and a cough from the door indicated someone was inside. Some women also liked to hang their belts on the outhouse wall to show someone was inside, and it was a woman.

Sun Duofu asked twice but received no answer, so he stepped inside.

He was stunned to see Feng Chunhua getting up from the toilet, her underwear still on, her hairy lower body and white buttocks exposed, standing right in front of him. Sun Duofu immediately blushed, too embarrassed to go in or out.

Feng Chunhua, however, was quite nonchalant. She gave a seductive smile, said she was almost done, then slowly pulled up her underwear, fastened her belt, and swayed as she walked out, not forgetting to turn back and smile at Sun Duofu before she left.

With that smile, Sun Duofu couldn't help but let his imagination run wild for a long time, his mind

filled with images of Feng Chunhua's pale, radiant body. And now, in broad daylight, she was taking a bath—the implication was obvious to anyone.

Thinking this, Sun Duofu could no longer restrain himself. He tiptoed to the door of the west room and gently lifted the curtain a crack.

Feng Chunhua was sitting in the bathtub, her two pale legs spread wide over the edge, a towel soaked in water, her body, rarely exposed to the sun, was plump and fair, her breasts erect and slightly red from the washing.

Sun Duofu felt his penis suddenly rise, forming a small tent.

Feng Chunhua was doing this on purpose; she wanted to seduce Sun Duofu into taking her body.

Feng Chunhua was a flirtatious woman at heart, especially fond of intimate moments on the bed. Li Baoku had many women outside his marriage, and his body was somewhat empty from his promiscuity. Every time Feng Chunhua eagerly begged for his pleasure, Li Baoku would only give her a fleeting, superficial response. Before she could even feel anything, he would finish, trembling, and then roll off like a dead dog, leaving her to languish. This would ignite a burning desire within her, sometimes making her want to grab something and shove it into her body, even just rubbing against it would be better than this unbearable itch. In

her desperation, Feng Chunhua had teased the brigade accountant a few times, but even that was a sneaky affair and never quite satisfied. After all, she was the secretary's grandmother; who would dare touch her? No matter how much she desired, she couldn't lower herself by grabbing any man she could find. So, most of the time, she had to relieve herself with her hand, but that wasn't a long-term solution.

Fortunately, Sun Duofu arrived, and Feng Chunhua wasn't about to let him go so easily.

The day before yesterday, she deliberately remained silent in the toilet, hoping to let Sun Duofu in.

She thought Sun Duofu would be unable to resist touching her exposed lower body, so she deliberately got up slowly, letting her underwear dangle on her thighs. Unfortunately, Sun Duofu was somewhat dazed and didn't make a move, so she felt a little disappointed. Fortunately, Feng Chunhua understood men's minds too well, knowing that Sun Duofu, a virile young man, wouldn't last long, and happily brewed her next plan.

Today was the day Feng Chunhua's plan would be implemented.

Sun Duofu watched anxiously through the curtain, feeling like cat claws were scratching at his heart, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He really wanted to rush in immediately, pick up this naked woman, throw her onto his bed, and have a good time, to vent his frustration. However, a sliver of rationality made him stop. He wasn't sure if Feng Chunhua was intentionally seducing him, and if she made a scene, he would lose face.

Thinking of this, Sun Duofu suppressed his inner desires and reluctantly retreated back to the east room, slumping onto his kang (heated brick bed).

Feng Chunhua waited for a long time but Sun Duofu didn't come in. Hearing the rustling footsteps as he returned to the east room, she couldn't help but get exasperated: "You coward, what the hell are you afraid of! It seems I really have no chance if I don't take the initiative today. "

Feng Chunhua suddenly stood up, an idea forming in her mind.

"Oh my god, a snake..." Feng Chunhua screamed naked as she ran barefoot from the west room, strode into the east room, and threw herself onto Sun Duofu's bed, burying herself in his arms, trembling all over, her hands tightly embracing him.

Sun Duofu was still savoring the scene he had just witnessed when he heard a scream. Before he could react, a plump woman had snuggled into his arms, leaving him momentarily at a loss. The woman's body trembled, her arms still tightly embracing him. She buried her head in his chest twice, then tilted her head back, pouting her plump lips and leaning in. Sun Duofu, looking down, had his mouth suddenly silenced by the woman's kiss. Her fleshy tongue, dripping with saliva, slipped in like an eel, darting haphazardly around his mouth. His own tongue was then lifted and sucked away, being frantically sucked.

Sun Duofu's head buzzed, his blood rushing to his head. He broke free and embraced Feng Chunhua, grabbing her plump buttocks and kneading them.

They kissed on the bed for a while, until Feng Chunhua finally released him, letting out a breath. She wrapped her arms around Sun Duofu's neck and whispered in his ear, "You rascal, I missed you so much."

"Me too," Sun Duofu gasped.

Feng Chunhua released her grip, propped herself up on either side of the kang (a heated brick bed), and pressed herself against Sun Duofu's upper body. She moved closer, her large, swaying breasts hovering near his mouth, and said in a trembling voice, "Baby, hurry...suck me."

Sun Duofu lifted his head and took her already erect nipple into his mouth, like a starving piglet, making sucking sounds.

Feng Chunhua cried out, pulled Sun Duofu over, and let him lie on the kang on top of her.

Sun Duofu hungrily sucked on her breasts, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, mingling with the sucking sounds and making a slurping noise. Hearing these sounds, Feng Chunhua became even more aroused, her hand unable to resist stroking Sun Duofu's hair, slowly pushing him down. Sun Duofu's body was pushed down, brushing against Feng Chunhua's heaving belly, stopping at her dark, hairy lower body.

Feng Chunhua had already spread her legs wide, her vulva wide open, her two glistening, wet labia flapping and opening like a catfish's mouth, with white foam occasionally oozing out and dripping down her buttocks.

"Lick... lick me..." Feng Chunhua said weakly, her voice urgent and somewhat restless.

Sun Duofu quickly stuck out his tongue and began licking Feng Chunhua's wet vulva. Although Feng Chunhua had just washed, the folds of her vulva still emitted a faint fishy smell. This pungent odor rushed into Sun Duofu's nostrils, inexplicably captivating him. He wished he could immediately fill his entire face with it, his long tongue greedily moving up and down there, occasionally digging into the crevice to bring out some salty, thick fluid to swallow.

Feng Chunhua had never experienced anything like this before. She was nearly fainting from the stimulation of his tongue. Her moans grew increasingly incoherent, her raised thighs almost stiff with excitement, standing upright like two white poplars. She tried even harder to spread her genitals, pushing forward in a suggestive manner, muttering incoherently, "...Oh...I can't take it anymore, this bastard is too good at this...Darling, kiss me harder, it's so itchy!" As she spoke, she thrust her body forward wantonly, like a fish leaping in dry land.

Sun Duofu, having worked hard for a while, probably caught his breath and looked up, panting heavily.

Feng Chunhua nimbly got up, grabbed Sun Duofu, flipped him over, and pressed him onto the bed. She quickly pulled off his meager trousers and shirt. Sun Duofu's manhood sprang out with a thud, thick and black, standing there. Feng Chunhua grabbed it like a club and wouldn't let go.

"I'll wrap it for you for a while, don't put it in my mouth, or there won't be any more fun later." As she spoke, Feng Chunhua bent down and took it in her mouth.

Sun Duofu let out a yelp, his body stiffening instantly as if electrocuted. Feng Chunhua, however, was kneading her own breast with one hand and holding it with the other, moving her breast up and down, making Sun Duofu moan with pleasure.

Seeing his expression, Feng Chunhua couldn't help but worry. She glanced at him and cautioned, "Say something if you can't take it anymore, don't let it leak out."

Sun Duofu, who was enjoying the sensation with his eyes closed, felt a chill down there and hurriedly urged, "Mmm, hurry up, don't stop."

Feng Chunhua giggled and took it in again. After a while, she moved her body over, her buttocks facing Sun Duofu's head, straddling him, lowering her lower body, and pressing her face against Sun Duofu's.

Sun Duofu was enjoying himself when he felt a woman's body press down on him. He quickly opened his eyes, and a mountain of buttocks, like millstones, loomed before him. A lush, hairy expanse was laid bare before him, revealing two dark labia in the middle of the white cleft, their opening and closing revealing pink folds inside. The area was still overflowing with fluid, and the wet, disheveled pubic hair clung to the white flesh. A pungent, fishy smell assaulted his nostrils.

Sun Duofu quickly raised his head, sticking out his tongue and licking it like he was drinking watermelon. Feng Chunhua, however, wasn't satisfied and pressed down further, moving her genitals back and forth, rubbing them against Sun Duofu's face without restraint. Instantly, Sun Duofu's face felt like it had been roughly wiped with a rag, covered in a mixture of splatter and odors.

After checking the production progress of each production team, Li Baoku felt it necessary to hold a meeting that evening to further urge the lagging teams to improve and to assign the main production tasks for the next phase. However, with Sun Duofu staking out the place, he didn't dare make a decision on his own. He rushed back to report to him and also to take a nap.

Entering the courtyard, he didn't see a soul. He guessed Minister Sun was probably taking a nap, so he decided to wait until he woke up. He went back to his room, but his wife wasn't in bed. Where could she have gone in the middle of the day?

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, so he tiptoed to the front room and peeked in, straining his ears.

Sure enough, rustling sounds came from the east room—laughter, moaning, and the excited breathing of a man and woman—exceptionally clear in the quiet corridor.

Li Baoku's head throbbed instantly, a surge of anger rising to his head: "You, Sun Duofu, you've come to bully me in my own home! You've got some nerve! Damn you, I'll teach you a lesson!" Li Baoku grew increasingly furious, grabbed a carrying pole, and was about to storm into the house.

He moved, then stopped. Li Baoku wasn't just an ordinary citizen; he was a minor official, and he had some sense of reason. This wasn't a good thing. If things escalated, it wouldn't look good. His wife was having an affair; he'd lose face, and if Sun Duofu was ruined, he wouldn't benefit either. He couldn't do anything that would cause trouble. Then he thought again: his wife being involved with him wasn't necessarily a bad thing. They had a long life ahead of them, and there would always be times when she needed his help. With his wife around, he wouldn't dare refuse. Besides, it was definitely this slut who seduced him. He knew his woman all too well; she was like a cat seeing a fish, wanting to devour any man she saw.

Thinking this, Li Baoku quietly put down his carrying pole, intending to back out and pretend he hadn't seen anything.

But the commotion inside grew louder, drawing him closer without warning. His fingers trembled as he lifted a crack in the curtain. Even though he was mentally prepared, what he saw still made his mind go blank.

At this moment, his woman was kneeling on the kang (a heated brick bed), her head pressed against the mat, her plump, white buttocks sticking up high. Sun Duofu stood on the ground, his hands gripping Feng Chunhua's two fleshy mounds, thrusting his body forcefully, pumping his penis into his woman's lower body, slapping Feng Chunhua's buttocks with each thrust, asking, "Tell me, is it comfortable or not?!"

"That feels good! You son of a bitch, you're strong," Feng Chunhua said, her hair disheveled. She turned to look at Sun Duofu behind her, her eyes glazed over. Her breasts, hanging down, swayed wildly as he pounded into her. She cried out, "You son of a bitch... my darling, harder... fuck me, fuck me harder."

Sun Duofu chuckled and thrust in and out with all his might, making loud slapping sounds. At the point where their bodies were joined, Sun Duofu's thick, hard penis went in and out of Feng Chunhua's lower body. The white, sticky fluid clung to his dark penis, glistening like it was coated with oil.

Feng Chunhua reached behind her back, groping to open the slit where Sun Duofu had been wantonly penetrating her, feeling the penis sliding between her fingers, moaning softly, muttering, "It's in, it's in, it's in my pussy..."

Li Baoku was a little out of breath, his body leaning weakly against the door frame, his eyes still fixed on the inside. Logically, seeing his wife having an affair should have filled him with righteous indignation, but strangely, his penis was erect. The

man and woman in the inner room were still having sex recklessly. Li Baoku took a deep breath, closed his eyes to regulate his heartbeat, but his wife's voice came into his ears, and he involuntarily moved closer again.

"I'll squeeze you, I'll squeeze you to death." Feng Chunhua had changed her position, lying back on the kang (a heated brick bed), her hands wrapped around her knees, her legs spread wide, her head held high, her eyes shining as she stared at her lower body, where Sun Duofu was thrusting into her. The more she looked, the more excited she became, and the more incoherent her words became.

Li Baoku knew his woman's problem; she not only loved this kind of thing, but also enjoyed saying all sorts of nonsense during sex. It was precisely because of these words that she added a lot of excitement, causing him to ejaculate after hearing only a few words, earning him many complaints. Several times he told Feng Chunhua to stop with these useless scenes, and Feng Chunhua, knowing he couldn't stand it, agreed, but each time she would blurt it out in the middle of sex. Later, Li Baoku simply let her be.

Li Baoku felt a little suffocated watching, but Feng Chunhua became even more aroused: "Old Sun... Bao'er, is it comfortable..."

Sun Duofu hummed in response.

"If it feels good, then do it, do it hard, fuck my cunt." The louder Feng Chunhua shouted, the more vigorously Sun Duofu fucked her. At first, there was some back and forth, but later, probably because he was tired, he just breathed heavily. In the room, all that could be heard was Feng Chunhua's happy shouts and intermittent mutterings to herself.

"Damn it, big dick... big cock... fucking me so well, fuck me, fuck my cunt."

"Just put it in my cunt, fuck me every day... okay...

" "Let you fuck me as hard as you want... fuck my slutty cunt... okay..."

"Bite off your big cock and stuff it in my cunt... okay..."

"...I've let you fuck all the holes on my body, my cunt... my asshole... I've let you fuck all of them... okay... okay..."

Li Baoku couldn't listen anymore. He staggered out, clutching his chest, and tiptoed out. He wanted to leave but was reluctant, so he suddenly coughed loudly.

This cough was like a bolt from the blue for the couple inside, who were engrossed in their lovemaking. Sun Duofu, knowing Li Baoku had returned, immediately clung to Feng Chunhua. Feng Chunhua, caught up in the moment, was also startled by the cough and stopped abruptly, shrinking into Sun Duofu's arms, too afraid to move. The two remained embracing, not thinking to get dressed, just trembling and nervously listening to the sounds from the courtyard, anxiously waiting—waiting for what? They were both bewildered.

Time passed so slowly; the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. But Li Baoku didn't lift the curtain to catch them in the act. The footsteps in the courtyard grew fainter and fainter, until finally, there was no sound at all.

The two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Knowing her husband was gone, Feng Chunhua grew bolder again, spreading her legs to signal Sun Duofu to continue.

Sun Duofu had long lost interest, thinking that Li Baoku must have something to do upon returning and would probably have to go home soon, so he hastily pushed Feng Chunhua away. Feng Chunhua, still unsatisfied, reluctantly dressed, cursing Li Baoku under her breath, and reminding Sun Duofu to find another opportunity.

When Li Baoku returned, Sun Duofu was already sitting in the yard, reading a newspaper with feigned interest, while Feng Chunhua squatted beside him slowly washing clothes. The two acted as if nothing had happened.

Li Baoku didn't bring it up; he knew it wasn't the right time yet, and if he did, things would become difficult later.

When Li Baoku told Sun Duofu his idea, Sun Duofu immediately agreed. In the past, Sun Duofu wouldn't have been so quick to agree. That's how cadres are. Even if they secretly agree with something, they won't rush to express their opinion. They'll pretend to consider it further to maintain their cadre status and authority.

Sun Duofu wasn't unaware of this principle; he just felt a little guilty towards Li Baoku, even embarrassed to see him and avoiding eye contact, after all, he had slept with Li's woman.

Chapter Six

The evening meeting proceeded as scheduled.

Upon arriving at the meeting, Sun Duofu seemed like a different person. He sat there imposingly, his eyes particularly bright, scanning the faces of everyone present. People were somewhat afraid of him, especially the team leaders of the lagging production teams.

After Li Baoku summarized the previous stage of work and arranged the next steps, everyone unanimously welcomed him to speak. Only then did he smile, exchange a few polite words, and then speak a few sentences.

After the meeting, Sun Duofu and Li Baoku walked home silently, neither knowing what to say, only smoking one cigarette after another.

Finally, Li Baoku couldn't hold back any longer and spoke first: "Minister Sun, our family's future rests on your shoulders!"

Hearing Li Baoku's words, Sun Duofu understood immediately and quickly replied, "Don't worry, as long as I, Sun Duofu, am here, you, Li Baoku, can focus on your work. Make some achievements, and I'll put in a good word for you, hoping to get you a better department in the future."

"Then thank you. You know I don't have many connections in the commune, so I'm counting on you."

"Don't worry."

The two men talked as they walked, their understanding unspoken.

After getting home, they took showers and chatted in the yard for a while. After the children went to bed, the three of them chatted some more.

Feng Chunhua went back inside, and Li Baoku followed her in, whispering menacingly to his wife, "Don't think I don't know about your affair! If you dare to be with anyone else besides him, I'll break your legs."

With that, he grabbed a stun gun and went back out of the house. Seeing Sun Duofu still sitting in the yard, he smiled sheepishly and said:

“I’m still a little worried. I’ll go check again. Safety is the most important thing.” After saying that, he turned and called into the house, “Lian’s mother, she might not be back tonight. Don’t leave the door open.”

Li Baoku had just stepped out of the yard when Feng Chunhua emerged from the house. She was wearing a thin, pale yellow vest with red floral shorts, her long, white legs swaying as she gracefully walked up to Sun Duofu. She glanced at him with her alluring eyes and said with a coquettish smile, “Why aren’t you asleep yet? What are you daydreaming about?”

Li Baoku’s shout before leaving had reassured Sun Duofu. He was already thinking about how to make his move when he didn’t expect that this slut Feng Chunhua was even more eager than him.

Seeing Feng Chunhua lean closer, Sun Duofu reached out and grabbed her ample breasts, lecherously chuckling, "Want to have some?"

Feng Chunhua laughed and scolded, "You insatiable lecher! We just did it at noon, and you want more now?" While cursing, she plopped down on Sun Duofu's lap.

Sun Duofu slipped his hand inside Feng Chunhua's clothes and began groping her, making her writhe. She squinted and asked, "You were as scared as a mouse at noon, how come you're suddenly so bold?" As she spoke, she groped Sun Duofu's crotch.

"Noon is noon, now is now, let's go inside!" Sun Duofu said, picking up Feng Chunhua and carrying her into the room.

In his haste, he didn't go into his own room, but instead went into Li Baoku and Feng Chunhua's room. Sun Duofu had always wanted to play with another man's wife in another man's room; that would be truly exciting. He never expected his wish to come true today.

“That’s how men should be. Haven’t you heard? Nine out of ten women are willing, the only problem is a man’s loose tongue.

You’re a commune cadre, what are you afraid of when you play with a woman or two? Why wait until today?” Feng Chunhua lay on the bed contentedly, stripping off her clothes as she spoke, her limbs spread out, revealing her plump body, waiting for Sun Duofu to come up to her.

Sun Duofu quickly took off his clothes, and just as he stepped onto the footrest under the bed, Feng Chunhua pulled him up, clinging tightly to her body. Her two smooth legs spread apart and wrapped around him, her breath hot against his ear. Feng Chunhua said in a wanton voice, “Now no one will control you, you can have your fill.”

“Fine, I’ll have my fill, you slut.” Sun Duofu broke free, biting Feng Chunhua’s nipple and licking it with his tongue.

Feng Chunhua immediately trembled and hugged Sun Duofu's head, rubbing it as if she couldn't get enough of it: "I'm such a slut, I let you fuck me all the time."

Sun Duofu stammered, "Fine, I'll fuck you to death."

"Go ahead and fuck me to death, or I'll squeeze you to death." Feng Chunhua used her trembling hands to reach down and grab Sun Duofu's swollen member, stroking it again and again, then forcefully bringing her lower body closer, letting that thing get wet with her sticky fluid, sweeping it up and down in her slit. The more she swept, the more fluid there was, and in a short while, the kang mat under her buttocks was soaked.

Sun Duofu's heart raced with pleasure: "This slut knows how to play."

"Just found out? That's why she's called a slut." Feng Chunhua smiled smugly, rubbing Sun Duofu's penis against her for a while, then made him stand up, standing on the edge of the bed. She also got up, spreading her legs wide and placing them on the edge of the bed, revealing her pubic area, which was covered in hair. Her labia were engorged and drooping on either side, with a bright red mound of flesh above.

Sun Duofu stood on the edge of the bed, somewhat at a loss. He didn't know what Feng Chunhua was going to do, so he could only stand and watch her movements, his penis erect in front of him, trembling up and down.

Feng Chunhua finally sat up, reached out and grabbed Sun Duofu's penis, bringing it towards her exposed lower body. Sun Duofu moved forward a little, but because Feng Chunhua was sitting so low, it was a bit difficult for him. Feng Chunhua turned around and grabbed a pillow, placing it under her buttocks to raise her a little. Sun Duofu bent his knees, and the two of them finally came together.

Feng Chunhua rubbed Sun Duofu's penis against her lower body as before. Since everything was exposed, she rubbed it with even more ease. Feng Chunhua's eyes were fixed on the point where their bodies touched, her eyes only seeing the thick thing moving between her labia, sometimes brushing against her labia, sometimes peeking out and twisting on her nipple. The more she looked, the more excited she became, her breathing became more rapid, and her two big breasts swayed up and down with the rise and fall of her chest.

“Big dick is so good…look…it’s fucking my pussy…look.”

Sun Duofu was also deeply stimulated by this scene. His breathing suddenly quickened, and he hunched over, panting heavily. He would thrust in and out from time to time, wanting to insert it, but his thing was held tightly by Feng Chunhua. It just slid past the door but could not enter.

"Is it pretty... you son of a bitch... cock, fucking my pussy." Feng Chunhua was somewhat frantic, muttering incoherently, her hungry and confused eyes still fixed on that spot, her hand sliding faster and faster below, the fluid from the crevice overflowing, flowing down the groove onto the wooden edge of the kang, and smearing a lot on her inner thighs, her pale skin glistening with a magnetic sheen.

"You see it... big cock... playing with my pussy..." Feng Chunhua raised her head, looking at Sun Duofu, her eyes chaotic and frenzied.

"I see it, fucking your pussy." Sun Duofu watched closely, extremely excited, wanting to thrust in all at once.

Finally, Feng Chunhua couldn't hold back any longer, the thing in her hand growing hotter and hotter, taking a moment to aim at the open hole, pulling it in almost along with her fingers. Sun Duofu finally got his wish, pouncing on Feng Chunhua and thrusting his penis in and out repeatedly. The room was filled with Sun Duofu's heavy breathing and Feng Chunhua's passionate screams, mixed with the slapping sounds of flesh colliding.

"Damn it...fuck...fuck harder...fuck my cunt..." Feng Chunhua's moans drifted out the window, adding a touch of lewdness and lust to the quiet night.

Meanwhile, Li Baoku, after leaving the room, had no mind to check the production. His mind was filled with the image of Sun Duofu and his wife naked and entangled.

He thought about how he was the brigade secretary, a powerful figure in the brigade, yet his wife was being played with by someone else. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. But he had nowhere to vent his anger, because that person was a higher-ranking official than him. What could he do?

Li Baoku, seething with anger, wandered aimlessly outside, unknowingly arriving at Zhao Yongtian's house.

Zhao Yongtian's wife, Chen Qiumei, had just returned from the threshing ground. She and the other commune members had hurriedly threshed the wheat in a field, their faces and necks covered in swirling dust and chaff, their skin itchy and raw. After finally finishing, she rushed home to wash herself. Being the team leader's wife, she had used her privileges and didn't plan to go threshing that night. Feeling exhausted, she just wanted a good night's sleep.

Hurriedly entering the house, Chen Qiumei quickly stripped off her clothes, leaving her in only floral shorts and a thin blouse. She fetched a basin of water and stood in the courtyard. By the dim light from the doorway, she first rinsed her disheveled hair with water and then quickly washed her face. He splashed the dirty water out through the doorknob, then filled a basin with clean water and poured it into the bathtub inside. He added some hot water, stripped off his clothes, and plopped down inside.

After washing himself, he washed his feet with the same water, changed into clean trousers and a shirt, and then, slipping on his slippers, carried the water outside and swirled it outside the door.

Just as he turned to go back inside, he vaguely saw Li Baoku emerge from the street. He quickly greeted him with a grin, "Secretary Li, if you had come a little earlier, I would have splashed water on you. Why are you still up so late?"

By the light from the doorway, Li Baoku saw Chen Qiumei, who had just washed up, standing there alluringly in a thin jacket and shorts. A surge of lust immediately rose within him, and he said with a lewd grin, "Couldn't sleep, so I came to see you."

Chen Qiumei rolled her eyes, pouted, and teased, "See me? You want to see which slut's bed, don't you?"

"Hehe, you're right, I wanted to see your bed today." Li Baoku finished speaking and winked lecherously at Chen Qiumei.

"Nonsense, there are plenty of sluts out there, you wouldn't even think of this old lady." Chen Qiumei pouted, giving him a flirtatious wink, but also a hint of jealousy.

It's no wonder Chen Qiumei felt sorry for herself. She was indeed a year older than Li Baoku, but fortunately, she had always been good at dressing up, and with her alluring figure, she didn't show the signs of aging. Besides, their relationship was quite deep-rooted; Li Baoku sometimes even found Chen Qiumei's energy appealing. Thus, they complemented each other perfectly. However, since Li Baoku had been involved with Wang Mingfen for years, he had less involvement with Chen Qiumei.

Today, Li Baoku was somewhat depressed because of Feng Chunhua and Sun Duofu. These things always kept nagging at him. Closing his eyes, the image of his wife and Sun Duofu on the bed floated into his mind, and amidst his anger, a hint of lust arose, making him feel uncomfortably aroused.

Seeing Chen Qiumei's half-naked body faintly visible in the night, and captivated by her alluring eyes, Li Baoku couldn't suppress his impulse. He turned and embraced Chen Qiumei, his large hands covering her full breasts and kneading them.

Chen Qiumei leaned against Li Baoku's chest, squirming, "Oh, you impatient devil! The gate isn't closed yet, what if someone comes?" "Who the hell is it? They're all busy in the field." Li Baoku said, his lips moving closer to hers, kissing her earlobe from behind, making Chen Qiumei itch with desire and squirming even more.

Li Baoku turned around, kicked the gate shut with a bang, and carried Chen Qiumei into the house. He pushed her, and her white flesh fell onto the kang (heated brick bed).

With a dazed look in her eyes, Chen Qiumei watched Li Baoku about to pounce on her, giggling as she stopped him with her foot, tickling his chest with her toe, signaling him to take off his clothes. Then, she quickly stripped off her underwear and undershirt on the kang (

heated brick bed), lying there naked. Li Baoku hurriedly tore off his clothes, revealing his dark, lean body. His manhood sprang up, swollen and purplish-red, standing erect like a small cannon. Chen Qiumei, seeing this, almost burst into flames. She hurriedly spread her legs, beckoning Li Baoku to get on the kang. Before she could even speak, she felt Li Baoku suddenly pounce on her, her vulva immediately pressed against by something hard, trembling as it tried to penetrate.

"You're already doing it... so hasty!" Chen Qiumei gasped as she hugged Li Baoku.

"Hurry, huh? It's been so long since we've done this, how can I not be?" Li Baoku chuckled, reaching down to hold his member, rubbing it against Chen Qiumei's vulva before thrusting in.

Chen Qiumei let out a scream, feeling as if her body had been pierced through by the sudden heat and hardness. She felt an immediate, overwhelming pleasure, her arms and legs involuntarily wrapping around him, her limbs tightly gripping Li Baoku, afraid he would pull out again.

"You slut, it's still so good inside." Li Baoku groaned comfortably, feeling his member enveloped in moisture and heat. After a brief pause, he couldn't resist thrusting wildly, slapping against Chen Qiumei's plump belly with a resounding slap.

"You never come anyway, so I'm saving it for you."

"Saving what?" Li Baoku's lips pecked at Sun Chunmei's face, then he leaned in and took her nipple in his mouth. Sun Chunmei couldn't take it anymore, her body twisting restlessly on the kang (heated brick bed), panting heavily:

"What do you mean by saving it? Saving it for you to use."

Li Baoku chuckled: "Saving it is good, saving it is good." He reached down and touched his lower body again, asking in puzzlement:

"Why are you so wet, it's all over the kang."

"I'm holding it in." Sun Chunmei also touched her lower body, her hand covered in the slippery substance: "What's wrong, don't you like it?"

"I like it, of course I like it."

Sun Chunmei giggled, squinting her seductive eyes, and arched her body upwards: "If you like it, then push harder, I'm about to burst."

Li Yue'e had been extremely busy lately.

In the spring, the township held a meeting and set hard targets, calling for vigorous development of cash crops. The brigade allocated 120 mu of land in the Yuejin Production Team to develop cotton experimental fields, which was also the only cotton field in the entire brigade.

Zhao Yongtian hadn't intended to show off. During the brigade's meeting to promote the cause, he was, as usual, dozing off. Li Baoku's impassioned voice came down, but it went in one ear and out the other; he didn't take it seriously at all.

When he returned, the villagers asked him what new ideas he'd come up with, so he read them out verbatim. The villagers chattered and laughed.

For generations, they'd worked the fields, but who had ever grown cotton? Logically, most of the neighboring counties grew it, but this area of Xiayunhe had never grown cotton. This was irrigated land, used for rice, producing glossy, translucent rice that was renowned far and wide, comparable to Northeast rice, and even once presented as tribute to the palace.

Cotton had never caught the eye of the people of Xiayunhe, let alone been planted. They'd heard of it—sowing and harvesting—but never seen it.

Everyone was saying the township was just messing around; how could they grow cotton based on just a few pages of paper? What else could it be but relentless pressure?

While everyone was treating it as a joke, one person took it to heart: Li Yue'e.

While everyone else burst into laughter, Li Yue'e neither laughed nor uttered a sound, but felt a strange excitement within her.

No one knew that Li Yue'e's hometown was a sandy area, one of the key cotton-growing counties in the country, with loose, fertile soil, a pleasant climate, and long hours of sunshine. As a young woman, she was a renowned cotton-growing expert, even receiving a commendation at the county's awards ceremony. If it weren't for that despicable swindler, how could she have ended up in Xiayunhe, hundreds of miles from home? Here, neither cotton nor sorghum were grown, and even corn was scarce. With only two harvests of rice and wheat each year, Li Yue'e was like Sun Wukong entering a furnace—all her strength was useless.

Once in the fields, holding seedlings, she didn't know how to plant them, enduring countless jeers, as if she were a born fool.

This time, she could finally hold her head high! Upon hearing the news of planting cotton, Li Yue'e was like a fish that had been pulled ashore and returned to the river. However, she was still somewhat apprehensive. After all, it had been many years since she'd planted cotton, and this area was clay soil; she wasn't sure if it was suitable for cotton growth. Finally,

everyone dispersed, and she deliberately lingered for a while before calling out to Zhao Yutian.

"Captain, I need to talk to you about something."

Zhao Yutian had planned to invite the deputy head of the operations team to the accountant's house for a good meal and a few drinks after everyone left, but being suddenly stopped by Li Yue'e, he was already annoyed and said with a sullen face, "What is it?

Can't you tell me tomorrow?"

Li Yue'e looked around to make sure no one was there and said, "It's important, I can only tell you."

Chapter Seven

Seeing her cautious demeanor, Zhao Yutian suddenly realized that it must be because he hadn't been to her house for a long time, and this old woman was probably getting impatient. Thinking of this, he casually took out a key and handed it to Li Yue'e: "Go to my house and wait for me. Qiu Mei isn't here; she's gone back to her parents' house and won't be back this afternoon."

Seeing that Zhao Yutian had misunderstood her

, Li Yue'e hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant." Zhao Yutian glared at her: "Just go when I tell you to, what's with all the fuss?" He thought to himself, "Why is this old woman so indecisive?" He turned away, ignoring her, and strolled into the team's warehouse, where the accountant and the deputy team leader were still waiting.

Li Yue'e hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and went to Zhao Yutian's house.

She hadn't thought about that matter before, but Zhao Yutian's words had stirred something within her, and she was starting to think about it.

Perhaps it was because she was getting older, but lately Tian Shouwang seemed to be getting less and less effective in that area. He could barely manage once a month, and every time he rushed in, he would collapse on top of her like a limp rag, leaving her with a burning desire that was suppressed, making her feel anxious and incredibly uncomfortable.

Feeling uneasy but unable to tell him, she could only wait until Tian Shouwang fell asleep like a pig, then secretly grope herself and do it to him.

To be honest, Li Yue'e wasn't the kind of woman who was promiscuous. Aside from that one chance encounter with Zheng Daguang, the only men she'd truly been with were Tian Shouwang and Zhao Yutian. Even with Zhao Yutian, after each encounter, she'd think of her own man and feel a pang of guilt. But she was, after all, at that age, with a body still full of desire, how could she not want it? Tian Shouwang was no good, what could she do?

Entering Zhao Yutian's house, the dark rooms were oppressively so. Li Yue'e didn't turn on the light and groped her way into the side room, lying down on the kang (heated brick bed). The chirping of insects from the main room added a touch of life to the otherwise deathly quiet courtyard. Accompanied by the chirping, Li Yue'e felt a little uneasy, a restless stirring rising within her as she thought about what was about to happen.

Li Yue'e let out a long breath, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep for a while. But every time she closed her eyelids, Zhao Yutian's swollen and erect penis immediately surfaced in her mind, making her even more itchy. What was wrong with her? Why was she so thirsty? She smoothed her wildly beating heart and couldn't help but feel annoyed with her own lust.

Zhao Yutian didn't return until midnight, carrying a large teapot of rice and vegetables. He clattered as he closed the courtyard gate and entered the house. Seeing Li Yue'e sleeping soundly on the kang (a heated brick bed), he felt a little guilty. He put down what he was carrying, moved closer to the edge of the kang, and gently patted Li Yue'e's buttocks.

Li Yue'e woke up with a start, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and vaguely recognized Zhao Yutian in front of her, then smiled shyly.

Zhao Yutian pinched Li Yue'e's cheek, grinned, and said with concern, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I brought you some, and I put a lot of food on it." He took an enamel mug from the counter, found a pair of chopsticks, and handed them to Li Yue'e.

"You still have a conscience, at least you know I'm hungry," Li Yue'e said coquettishly, giving him a playful glare. She took the mug, smelled it, and began to eat heartily.

"Hehe, I'll feed your upper mouth first, then I'll feed your lower mouth later," Zhao Yutian said with a mischievous grin, grabbing a handful of Li Yue'e's breasts.

"You rascal!" Li Yue'e shrank back, playfully hitting Zhao Yutian with the chopsticks.

After Li Yue'e finished eating, Zhao Yutian handed her a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, then sat down next to her, one arm around her rounded shoulder, the other groping to unbutton her jacket.

Li Yue'e coyly let him undress, then quickly pulled down her own pants, tossed them at the end of the kang (heated brick bed), and climbed onto it, lying down. The hot body against the cool kang mat sent shivers down her spine.

A moment later, Zhao Yutian, naked and impatient, rushed up beside her, extending his arm. Li Yue'e immediately buried her face in his chest, her heart pounding and her breathing becoming heavier.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, and in the darkness, their naked bodies entwined and rolled on the kang.

Li Yue'e's breasts, though still firm after childbirth, seemed even more sensitive than before. As soon as Zhao Yutian's rough hand covered her breasts, the pent-up desire within Li Yue'e surged forth, turning into streams of fluid that involuntarily overflowed from her lower orifices. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and her previously relaxed body tensed up again, her arms tightening their grip on Zhao Yutian.

Zhao Yutian's hands continued to knead Li Yue'e's breasts, the smooth, plump flesh beneath his palms making him unable to resist applying more pressure. "This little rascal, how can he be so fleshy? He feels like satin to the touch, not like a farmer at all!"

Zhao Yutian would always think this every time he was with Li Yue'e, involuntarily comparing her to his own wife. Compared to Li Yue'e, Chen Qiumei was utterly worthless.

With this thought in mind, Zhao Yutian craved Li Yue'e even more. His manhood stood erect like a flagpole, and he panted heavily as he lay on top of Li Yue'e, thrusting wildly as if he wanted to swallow her whole and die on her.

"Come in." Li Yue'e, feeling a bit overwhelmed by his caresses, opened her legs to meet him.

Zhao Yutian still had Li Yue'e's nipples in his mouth, sucking on one a couple of times and the other a couple of times, making a gurgling sound like a baby fighting for milk, unwilling to give up either one. Hearing Li Yue'e say this, he didn't move his mouth, but instead reached down, pinching his own penis and trying to get it towards Li Yue'e's private parts. After searching for a while, he couldn't find the right spot, poking around on Li Yue'e's inner thighs, getting some of her vaginal fluid on it, making a mess of her genitals.

Seeing that he was still moving around for a while, Li Yue'e knew that his mind was on him, so she didn't rush him. Instead, her hand slid down her stomach and aimed at her private parts. With practiced ease, Zhao Yutian thrust inside. The moment he entered, he felt his own member enveloped in waves of heat, and he instinctively began to move, his hips rising and falling faster and faster. Li Yue'e beneath him trembled, letting out a loud, pleasurable cry that pierced the quiet night, startling Zhao Yutian who quickly covered her mouth with his hand.

"Grandma, keep it down," Zhao Yutian said, glancing around nervously, seemingly afraid that Li Yue'e's screams would attract attention.

Li Yue'e broke free, panting with her eyes closed. The thrusts beneath her grew more intense with each stroke, but she dared not cry out loud again. She could only suppress her moans, feeling the thick, hard member relentlessly pounding inside her, each thrust hard and piercing. The intense sensation made her want to cry, but she couldn't. She could only desperately cling to Zhao Yutian's shoulders, her fingers scratching at his back.

Finally, a burst of hysterical pleasure erupted, the feeling of complete comfort bringing Li Yue'e to a peak. It was like suddenly drinking a mouthful of cool well water on a sweltering summer day; the refreshing sensation flowed wildly through her body, every bone feeling pleasantly soothed.

Li Yue'e couldn't help but cry out again, her cries even more joyful and unrestrained. In that instant, Li Yue'e felt like she was going crazy. To hell with it, she just wanted to scream.

With a cry, Li Yue'e tightly embraced Zhao Yutian's sweaty body, her legs weakly lowered yet still firmly supporting her on the kang (heated brick bed), using them to prop herself up, her buttocks lifting off the kang mat and pressing even closer to Zhao Yutian.

Zhao Yutian seemed to be infected by Li Yue'e's frenzy. His usually quiet and gentle wife was suddenly surprisingly aroused. A surge of heat welled up beneath her, like a floodwaters engulfing his penis. Her smooth, wet body pressed tightly against him, her arms desperately pulling him into her embrace, as if trying to press him into her, making it hard for him to breathe.

Zhao Yutian lay on top of Li Yue'e, her trembling, frenzied body below him, her piercing yet incredibly seductive moans filling his senses. He finally couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated, like a long-held urination, shooting out like arrows, gushing into Li Yue'e's body.

"Dead...dead..." After a long while, Li Yue'e's voice slowly escaped, weak and feeble, like someone who had fallen into a well, swirled around, and then caught their breath.

Having aged a bit, Zhao Yutian felt his heart pounding in his chest. He gasped for breath, yet still felt short of breath. He said, "You son of a bitch, you're so horny, I'll kill you sooner or later."

Li Yue'e slowly came to her senses, pinched Zhao Yutian without speaking, and chuckled.

"You slut, what are you laughing at?" Zhao Yutian remained on top, his slowly shrunken member still immersed inside Li Yue'e, his lower body still pushing symbolically in.

Li Yue'e's own fluids mixed with Zhao Yutian's, dripping down her buttocks and spreading downwards. Li Yue'e shifted her body, her slippery skin sticking to the mat, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. She pushed Zhao Yutian off, then suddenly remembered something, and her heart skipped a beat.

"You're going to die, you're leaking inside me!" Li Yue'e hurriedly got off the bed, not even having time to put on her shoes, and angrily squatted down, spreading her labia with both hands, puffing out the dirty, sticky fluid.

Zhao Yutian breathed a sigh of relief, stretching out his limbs comfortably on the kang (a heated brick bed): "What's there to be afraid of? At worst, there'll be another one, Tian Shouwang will be laughing his head off, hehe."

Li Yue'e ignored him, still trying to circulate her fluids. In the hazy moonlight, Li Yue'e's snow-white, shiny body squatting there had a different kind of charm, and as Zhao Yutian watched, his manhood couldn't help but stir again.

Finally, she was almost done, and Li Yue'e grabbed something and wiped herself a few times, exhausted but satisfied, she groped her way onto the kang and nestled in Zhao Yutian's arms.

After a while, she suddenly remembered her business and told him her idea.

"What? You know how to grow cotton?" Zhao Yutian sat up abruptly.

“What’s so strange about that? I’ve been planting it every year back home,” Li Yue’e said proudly, her head held high.

“Damn, that’s great!” Zhao Yutian couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing Li Yue’e’s cheek, then flipping over and pressing down on her again.

“Oh, stop it, it’s so late, Shouwang must be worried.” Li Yue’e wriggled her body coquettishly, but Zhao Yutian held her down tightly: “What’s there for him to worry about? He knows what’s going on. Let him sleep here tonight, and I’ll give him ten work points tomorrow.”

Li Yue’e gave Zhao Yutian a satisfied look and giggled: “Whatever. You heartless bastard, you never even thought to come to me before!” Muttering to herself, she grabbed Zhao Yutian’s manhood and pulled it hard against her body.

“Ouch, be gentle, you slut…”

A little while later, Li Yue’e’s increasingly intense moans echoed in the dark room.

The next morning, Zhao Yutian rushed to Li Baoku to report his success. Upon hearing this, Li Baoku was overjoyed, as if he had found a gold ingot while walking in the dark. His eyebrows and mustache practically stood on end. He immediately convened a brigade meeting, and feeling more confident, he spoke with increasing fervor and enthusiasm, emphasizing that the Yuejin Production Team would be the pilot site for cotton planting for the entire brigade, and that he himself would personally oversee the project.

Li Baoku knew that cotton planting was still a novelty in Xiayunhe. Leaders at all levels were demanding that exemplary models be established and implemented. However, most efforts were more talk than action. Cotton was incredibly common, but in Xiayunhe, no one had ever seen it before, and no one could guarantee how it would turn out. But with someone here who knew how to plant it, it was like having insurance. If the experiment succeeded, he would become incredibly famous, a prominent figure throughout the entire commune, and his record of achievements would be significantly enhanced.

To allay Zhao Yutian's concerns, Li Baoku clearly stated in front of all the brigade cadres: in the event of a failed cotton planting experiment, the brigade would compensate them for the loss of 120 mu of land by coordinating compensation from other production teams at a rate of 300 jin of rice per mu.

Hearing Secretary Li's promise, Zhao Yutian's last remaining concerns vanished completely, and he could only chuckle to himself.

After the meeting, Li Baoku and Zhao Yutian returned to Yuejin Team together. With the secretary present, Zhao Yutian confidently launched into a lecture on the principles he had just learned, immediately appointing Li Yue'e as the leader of the cotton experiment group, and stating that the necessary labor would be selected directly from among all the production team members—whoever was chosen would be chosen.

Upon hearing this, the members immediately erupted in uproar.

120 mu of paddy fields! Could this "sandbag girl" really handle it? They were all experienced farmers; everyone understood that a moment's neglect of the land could lead to a season's loss—this was no laughing matter. Fortunately, Zhao Yutian announced the compensation plan. After each family did their own calculations, they all felt it was a good deal, so they kept quiet, adopting a "not my problem" attitude and hoping to see Li Yue'e make a fool of herself.

Overnight, Li Yue'e became a well-known figure throughout the entire brigade.

She seemed to have regained the confidence she had as a young woman, and her speech and actions immediately adopted a cadre-like tone, walking with a brisk pace and straight eyes.

Don't underestimate cotton planting; its production process is actually very complex and exhausting. From seed selection, delinting, germination, seed potting, sowing, mulching, thinning, transplanting, root mounding, removing superfluous buds, removing male branches, pinching off the top, to cotton harvesting, sorting, sun-drying, packing, and selling, the work lasts almost from before Qingming Festival until the Spring Festival, not including numerous weeding, fertilizing, and pest control operations. Not a single step can be omitted, and every link must be handled meticulously. If you calculate carefully, there are probably dozens of steps.

It sounds simple, but it's difficult in practice; it's a completely different concept compared to rice planting.

Li Yue'e was like a female general commanding a group of people in a flurry of activity, and those who were clumsy and slow-witted inevitably received a scolding.

It's not fair to blame Li Yue'e for being smug; if anything went wrong, all her efforts would be in vain. The season waits for no one.

Finally, the cotton plants grew to waist-high, their green branches and leaves swaying in the wind, and clusters of blossoms hung from the branches. Only then did Li Yue'e breathe a long sigh of relief.

Those who had been waiting to see her fail, glancing at the boundless, vibrant life, couldn't help but exclaim: "That little devil! We never would have guessed she was quite something!" The women who had previously laughed at Li Yue'e for not knowing how to plant rice now stared at her with a mixture of envy and jealousy.

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