Mu Shuangshuang rolled up her sleeves and handed the tightly tied burlap sack to Lu Yuanfeng.
Lu Yuanfeng stood beside her, completely clueless about what Mu Shuangshuang was up to.
But gradually, he began to discern the reason from those two indistinct sounds.
Mu Danian was in the cotton field, accompanied by Chen Hong from Tie Dao Village, whose husband had died.
The two of them were engaged in an indescribable act.
Mu Danian was making rooster-like crowing sounds, "Cock-a-doodle-doo," full of exuberance.
"How is it, young lady? Am I better than other men? Am I strong, am I fearless?"
Chen Hong shook her upper body in response. "You damn thing, why do you always pick creepy places like this? In the dark, you never know if there are snakes around."
"Slap!" Mu Danian patted Chen Hong proudly.
"What are you saying? Snakes are quiet creatures, but with the racket we're making, they've long been scared away."
"Alright then, hurry up!" Chen Hong urged.
