This kind of relationship is considered shameful, and in rural areas it would be like a domestic dog behaving like a domestic sheep. Such situations have been common throughout history, whether among royalty or common people.
During the Tang Dynasty, Yang Guifei had affairs with two emperors, and Wu Zetian also had affairs with her son and father. There are probably no detailed records of how many ministers she had affairs with, but there are quite a few in unofficial histories.
Legend has it that Empress Wu Zetian needed far too many men! If one man wasn't enough, she'd have him beheaded and post notices to find the man of every great man in the land.
Because no one satisfied Wu Zetian, who had killed too many people, including her own son, Heaven couldn't stand it anymore and sent the donkey-headed prince to earth to deal with Wu Zetian.
The prince with the donkey head was originally a donkey reincarnated. His penis was incredibly large; even when it was soft, it could wrap around his waist three times. You can imagine how big it was when it was hard. So, he made Wu Zetian obedient... Of course, this is unofficial history. There are also many stories of incest in Dream of the Red Chamber. Incest is when a father-in-law has an affair with his daughter-in-law.
The chaos only proves one thing: when it comes to sex and love, even the most powerful people often lose their composure. Humans are, after all, just ordinary people. Even emperors, generals, and Confucian scholars are no exception. Even the mighty Emperor Xuanzong of Tang had an affair with his daughter-in-law, so it's not surprising that ordinary people also make mistakes.
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Pan Feng cursed Chen Chu for being heartless from inside the well, but Chen Chu laughed and said, "You two aren't related by blood. Besides, your man isn't Ma Xiaohe's biological second uncle. He was picked up by the old folks when they were young. What's the big deal..."
After Chen Chu finished speaking, he waited for a while, but Pan Feng and Ma Xiaohe did not put on their clothes and climb out of the well. Then he heard Pan Feng groaning and Ma Xiaohe panting from inside the well.
Chen Chu laughed, thinking to himself that Ma Xiaohe was really capable, and Pan Feng was quite flirtatious and promiscuous. Okay, let them do it, I have to go back to sleep.
It was almost 9 p.m. Chen Chu, being the deputy village chief, felt it was pointless to go back to sleep, so he decided to take a walk around the village and fulfill his duties as deputy village chief.
It's really just showing off and pretending to be awesome.
Before I knew it, I saw a dim light. It was Widow Sun's house. Widow Sun had fair and delicate skin. She was forty years old, but looked like she was thirty-two or thirty-three. She was a middle-aged woman and a beauty.
This widow Sun was particularly meticulous about her appearance, taking a bath every few days. Some people said she bathed every day and even picked at herself down there.
Her husband used to run a sand quarry, but he was later hacked to death. Although her husband died, he left her a lot of money, since sand quarries are quite profitable.
This widow Sun lived a comfortable life, having leased out her land. As a woman and a widow, she had enough to eat and drink.
But after all, she was a woman, and she was lonely at night, so she took a bath every day. She might have prepared cucumbers or radishes of different sizes and lengths in the bathtub, or big radishes or the like. While taking a bath, she would watch pornographic videos on VCDs and use the cucumbers or the like to masturbate. That might be the case. Widows also have physiological needs that need to be addressed.
Old Zhang had once secretly watched her take a bath.
Chen Chu wasn't interested in women in their forties, but he had heard that this widow Sun was literate and had studied for a few years.
He had just arrived at her house when he suddenly saw a shadowy figure peeking into the house through the window.
Chen Chu was stunned, thinking, "Who the hell is this? He must be peeping at Widow Sun taking a bath! Damn it! Could it be that old bastard Zhang? That old guy is such a lecher, he always hangs up a sign saying he's going to cultivate, but Chen Chu doesn't believe it. Maybe that old guy is enjoying himself on the white belly of a prostitute in a hair salon."
Chen Chu chuckled inwardly, thinking, "What does 'the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind' mean? Heh, I'll just watch from here..."
The dark figure was quite tall and didn't seem to be Old Man Zhang. Just as Chen Chu was looking at it, the door suddenly opened, and a woman with bare shoulders came out, carrying a basin of water and splashing it all over the dark figure's face.
He couldn't help but curse, "Yan San! You son of a bitch, have you no shame?!"
The dark figure had been peering out of the window as if it couldn't see anyone, looking around furtively, when suddenly the person poured a bucket of water over it.
Yan San was soaked to the bone and fled in panic.
Chen Chu suppressed a laugh as he watched Yan San's disheveled state, while Widow Sun slammed the door shut again.
Yan San spoke softly for a long time, then finally walked away with his head down.
Chen Chu let out a breath, thinking to himself, "Women... really, it really proves the saying, 'Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman.' Even the mighty Xiang Yu couldn't live without Yu Ji, and the mighty Chairman Mao... Anyway, women may seem gentle and weak, but they can truly make a devoted man, even a tough guy, turn into a lump of mud and a soft touch."
That arrogant Yan San, always so cocky and fearless, always ready to fight to the death, was ultimately no match for Widow Sun. I despise him.
As Chen Chu walked home, he thought about how Village Chief Zhang said that getting Yan San under control would be a political achievement for him. He had been thinking about it for a while, and realized that someone like Ji Yang was just a low-level scoundrel, and sooner or later he would be taken down by the higher-ups.
Getting rid of you is easy, isn't it? It all depends on whether they want to take you down because you're involved in organized crime. Back in the day, how powerful was Master Q in Harbin? Even now, no one in the underworld can surpass Master Q. But he still got his head rolled the moment an order came down from above... It all depends on whether they want to get rid of you.
If I really wanted to, Ji Yang, Ma Houzi, and Fatty Yin would be nothing but a bunch of ants. I could crush them to dust with a flick of my finger. In the end, becoming an official is the right path.
Chen Chu smacked his lips, pondering how to use Yan San...
When he got home that evening, Chen Chu practiced a set of boxing moves, then took a shower. The cold water gave him a sudden idea, and the jade ring on his finger began to gleam. A wicked smile appeared on Chen Chu's lips. He then wrote a few lines crookedly with his left hand, put them in an envelope, and after thinking for a moment, went to the donkey pen. Chen Chu's father, who collected scraps, kept a donkey there. The donkey had plenty of food and water in the pen every day. Raising a donkey was easy; there were plenty of corn stalks and large ears of corn in the countryside. He only needed to throw the donkey a few ears of corn each day, and it would eat the rest of the corn stalks itself. There was also water in the donkey trough, which it could drink when thirsty.
Chen Chu turned on the light in the donkey pen and saw that the old donkey was still eating hay.
Chen Chu stroked its tail, muttering, "If I want a few donkey tail hairs, you better not kick me, you bastard..."
Chen Chu carefully selected the finest black donkey tail hairs, cut them off with scissors, then dyed them even blacker with ink. After looking at them, he decided that was enough, put them in an envelope, and headed towards Yan San's house.
Yan San, being a bachelor, couldn't sleep at night, and he slept on a cold kang (heated brick bed). It wasn't that he was lazy; he simply had no desire to heat the kang.
He can't keep thinking about Liu Cui anymore; it's pointless anyway. At most, he'll just get a rough time with her. But he's already thirty-eight; he needs to find a wife and settle down. Someone like him has nothing, and he has a criminal record. It's impossible for him to be a young woman. Who would marry him? Not even a fool would. Liu Cui, on the other hand, has a family and children. Many people advise him that it's unrealistic.
When someone mentioned Widow Sun, Yan Sanxin's heart came alive. However, he was embarrassed. Despite being a formidable fighter, he was a coward when it came to matters of the heart, especially when it came to Widow Sun. He would become speechless and his legs would tremble. He wasn't afraid of the police, but he didn't know why he became like this when he saw Widow Sun.
He couldn't sleep when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the back window.
Yan San cursed, "Who the hell is it? I'll fuck you... in the middle of the night... I'll fucking kill you..."
Yan San cursed a few times, but no one came.
He sighed, got up, put on his clothes, and went to the back window. He looked out and saw an envelope weighed down by a stone. No one was there.
Yan San pondered for a moment, then grabbed the envelope, opened it, went back into the house, turned on the light, and pulled out a piece of white paper.
However, upon looking at it, Yan San was immediately confused.
It read: "Third Sister, I'm your Sister Sun, also known as Widow Sun. Look at you, why are you acting like this, sneaking around? Can't you be open and honest? We're both so old, why are you still like this... Sister Sun is single, and you're single too, like two and a half mooncakes, only when they're put together are they complete. But... Third Sister, you have to work hard! Sister Sun doesn't want anything else, just to marry a good man, a real man or something. Your reputation is bad, how can I marry you? Do more good deeds for the village, so I can... have a way to marry you..."
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In the cold late autumn, Yan San, shirtless, rushed into the field, his eyes brimming with tears of excitement. He knelt on the hard ground, his voice low and excited as he roared, "I...I...I...I want to start over, to do it again..." Yan San was so excited that he couldn't finish a sentence. This tough man, who was fearless even in the face of knives and sticks, was brought to his knees by a few tender words.
Yan San took out a few donkey tail hairs from Chen Churan and sniffed them intensely. Suddenly, he noticed a donkey odor, but Yan San remained as affectionate as ever.
Chen Chu, who was hiding in the trench, almost burst out laughing.
When Yan San returned, he noticed that the few strands of 'hair' seemed to have lost color, and couldn't help but wonder if Widow Sun had dyed and permed her hair, which would explain the color loss.
Yan San didn't sleep all night, and when he woke up in the morning, his eyes were all dark circles.
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Early in the morning, Chen Chu arrived at the village office, where village chief Zhang Cai sighed and said, "The roads in our village are in bad shape and need repairing. But it's the busy season, where can we find labor? Hiring people is one of the poorest villages in the area, how can we afford to spend money? Besides, if we spend money, we'll be hiring villagers, and we don't have the money. We can only provide labor, this is a difficult situation..."
Xu Guozhong also said, "It's the busy farming season right now, and everyone is too busy taking care of their own land! How can we have the manpower to repair roads? That's just nonsense!"
"Sigh..." Liu Haiyan was also at a loss.
Xu Guozhong then grinned at Chen Chu and said, "Chen... Deputy Village Chief Chen... Deputy Village Chief Chen? Hehe..."
Chen Chu frowned, thinking that Xu Guozhong, that bastard, was definitely up to no good.
Zhang Cai also said, "Old Xu, if you're going to talk, just say it properly. Don't use that sarcastic tone, it's disgusting..."
Xu Guozhong just chuckled as he looked at Chen Chu.
"Huh? Accountant Xu, you called me?"
"Ah, yes, Deputy Village Chief Chen, we have a saying that the capable should do more work. Look at this matter of repairing the road, you should make arrangements. Where will the labor come from? Should we apportion it among the households or what? Deputy Village Chief Chen, can you give us some ideas?"
Chen Chu laughed, thinking to himself, "Damn it, Xu Guozhong, you're just not on my side."
"Ah, the road in this village is a big deal. If you want to get rich, you have to build roads first, right? We have to hurry up and get it done, otherwise the villagers' trucks won't be able to get their grain home, and the trucks will overturn halfway..."
Xu Guozhong chuckled: "Yes, that's why I had you, Deputy Village Chief Chen, make the arrangements!"
"Ahem..." Zhang Cai rolled his eyes at Xu Guozhong, then turned to Chen Chu and said, "Chen Chu, you're the deputy village chief now, so this matter is perfect for you. You're a young man, promising, resourceful, and smart. I have high hopes for you, so do a good job..."
Chen Chu suddenly remembered Yan San and couldn't help but smirk, saying, "Alright, I'll try to find a few people to repair the village roads..."
"Hahaha..." Xu Guozhong laughed loudly, thinking to himself, "What a load of bull! Who's going to repair roads during the busy farming season? Besides, we can't even find a village chief, let alone you, Chen Chu, a mere teenager! Bah! Keep bragging! If you can't get this done, I'll just take your deputy village chief position..."