When he headed back, Long Gen walked slowly. It was pitch black, and the cold wind blew, freezing the lump in his pants until it shrank and hid in the hairy weeds for warmth.
He had gone two rounds at Gu Yue's place, so he didn't have time to go to the old Wei family. Three women in the house acting like starving tigers—if he didn't set aside half a day, how could he fuck them comfortably?
"I'll go back and feed the flock at home first, sigh. Living like this, running east and west, waking up early and staying up late, all exhausting myself for this lump in my pants."
"Sigh, men. We live our whole lives running around for our big dicks..." He sighed mournfully, took a fierce drag of his cigarette, the spark flickering in the dark, as his shadow gradually vanished down the village road.
As soon as he got home, down went the turtle soup, and the battle commenced!
The giant black pillar, like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, charged into a group of demons. Every thrust hit the deepest part of the caves, drilling for primal human oil. Whipping his horse, battle cries shook the heavens, waves of flesh flew, and moans and cries for mercy were endless.
The giant black club plunged into the enemies' crotches, white blood flowing out with a zizi sound. With a sudden pull-out, a snow-white body violently shuddered, panting repeatedly...
The all-night physical combat gradually subsided as a hint of white appeared in the eastern sky. Across the kang lay a row of snow-white bodies, varying in plumpness and slenderness, each with their own unique traits. As they breathed, a row of giant, beautiful breasts created a tender white wave, one cresting after another, each higher than the last...
In the middle abruptly stood a black flagpole. Amidst the snoring, the giant black flagpole nodded slightly, like a head-shaking scholar reciting classics. Outside, the sound of roosters crowing announced the arrival of a new day.
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He stayed in the village for a solid week, finally managing to fuck his way through all the aunts, women, and girls in the village. During this time, Li Xiaolan came back once, and Long Gen was forced to enjoy the taste of a mother and daughter tag-teaming him—a true double blessing.
Fucking is fucking, but business still had to be handled. During his free time these past two days, he arranged some work. The first batch of turtle eggs was about to hatch. Being in the experimental phase, even the wealthy Long Gen didn't dare invest too heavily; everything had to be done step by step. Planting fruit trees was relatively low-cost, but the cycle was long.
A loquat tree takes at least three years to bloom and bear fruit. Wait three years? The US President would have changed by then.
Finally, he listened to He Jingwen's advice. Evergreens, flowers, and loquat trees would be cross-planted. The "Number One Village in the World" could be advertised first and developed slowly. Once the roads were clear, Shanghe Village's beautiful scenery would be enough to attract a massive number of tourists!
"There's one more thing. I thought about it, we need to build more houses, scaled like hotels. AC, private bathrooms, TVs, computers—equipped to city standards! We have to make the guests feel at home," Long Gen stated his requirements.
But thinking it over, he stumped himself.
First, although the main village road was paved, the cement hadn't fully cured. Small cars driving on it was fine, but if heavy trucks crushed it, it'd be ruined! Second, the road connecting to the main highway wasn't finished yet, so how would steel and cement get in?
Lastly, and the biggest problem! Building houses meant buying land cost money, buying materials cost money, and labor was no small sum, not to mention renovations. Before doing the math, he didn't realize it, but once he did, holy crap, it was terrifying!
This wouldn't work without a million yuan, right?
"Forget it, put it aside for now. We'll talk about it when we have money!" Long Gen felt a bit frustrated. "Motherfucker, without money you're like a child, can't even stand up straight!"
"Hmph! Didn't that little slut tell you? Ask for money, get money; ask for people, get people." He Jingwen snorted, glared at him, and complained: "Aren't you capable? Someone offers you a million and you insist on playing noble, pretending. Now you know regret, right!"
Long Gen raised his eyelids, his mouth twitching, not daring to look at Auntie.
Auntie had lived with him day and night for three or four years, acting as both father and mother. When his brain wasn't working right, she cared for him meticulously. In the end, she offered her body, stripped naked and delivered herself to him, letting him do whatever he wanted. Calling her his second parent wouldn't be an exaggeration. The mental bed, the mockery drawn by his physical defects, were all healed with Auntie's enthusiastic "help."
He wasn't afraid of anyone, but he was afraid of Auntie. One cold glare from her and Comrade Little Long in his pants would shiver!
"You little bastard, believe it or not, I'll snip that thing off!" Shen Lijuan's eyebrows shot up, a flash of coldness crossing her pretty face!
This brat, I stay at home covering for you, helping out, hot food and a warm bed waiting, beautiful women serving you, but the moment you step outside you act like a free-range bull, relying on your strong body and huge dick. Whenever you see a pretty little heifer, you stick your ass out and rush over. If this keeps up, won't the entire divine land be littered with the little bastard's seeds?
"Auntie, haven't I refrained from pulling out my tool to do the deed? Look at you getting anxious, I know my limits." Long Gen curled his lip, gripping his crotch tightly, feeling a bit wronged.
What kind of situation was this? When that thing was soft and useless, women cursed: Softie! Now that it was hard and healthy, great, they complain you're plucking flowers and trampling grass every day, indulging in pleasure and forgetting your duties.
Being born with a dick—soft is no good, hard isn't allowed, you can't just slice it off with a knife. Why is it so hard to be a man?
"You don't know shit about limits!" Hearing this, Shen Lijuan couldn't help but burst out laughing with a "pfft." She glanced around; the several delicate women had all blushed and lowered their heads. "If you really knew your limits, would you have ruined all of us like this?"
"Anyway, I'm giving you a warning. You'd better control that thing in your pants. If you can't control it, I'll control it for you!" Shen Lijuan's willow eyebrows stood up, her eyes wide, the bamboo shoots propping up her chest trembling slightly. A faint aura of a mother turtle leaked out. Hearing this, Long Gen shrank his neck, his crotch tightened, and both hands desperately covered his vitals.
With the tasks delegated, the village road built, and the turtle ponds finished, they were just waiting for the section connecting the village to the highway. If it could really be built, the villagers of Shanghe Village getting rich and soaring to success would no longer be empty talk.
Ever since his father-in-law Li Sanshui became the village chief, the Old Li and Old Chen families behaved much better. Carrying shovels, they dug pits and moved dirt in the fields every day. Seven or eight stonemasons smashed rocks with a clank clank sound, working feverishly. The village aunts and women ran around, raising chickens and ducks, laughing so hard they couldn't close their mouths.
They all used to say that baby chickens and ducks had no resistance in the winter, and bringing chicks and ducklings back was just sending them to their deaths. But looking at them now, holy crap, these chickens and ducks were like penguins brought back from the Antarctic. Cold wind blowing, freezing rain falling, and they were completely fine, growing beautifully. There was no smell in winter either—eco-friendly and profitable, who wouldn't be happy?
As the leading boss lady of Shanghe Village's chicken and duck farming, Wu Guihua was so busy she was spinning in circles. Her man was in jail, and she had to help look after her father-in-law. With over two thousand chickens in the house chirping all day, frying eggs, and feeding them, it was all physical labor.
"Cluck cluck... cluck cluck cluck."
Wu Guihua carried a basket of vegetable leaves on her back and scattered them in the pen. They swarmed over, and it was gone in two bites. Looking at the big meat chickens that weighed four or five catties (2-2.5 kg), Wu Guihua smiled so wide she couldn't close her mouth. Calculating in her head, her heart immediately blossomed with joy. Rough math showed that after deducting costs, this batch of chickens would earn her about 15,000 yuan.
It had only been a month or so. Broken down, it was equivalent to a salary of over ten thousand a month, more than the white-collar workers in the city made.
"Cluck cluck, the little bastard is really amazing, letting me earn so much money. Next time I'll just buy ten thousand chicks!" Wu Guihua was overjoyed, her ass cheeks swaying even rounder.
"Yo, you slut, what are you so happy about?" Turning back to go inside, the little bastard's voice rang out from the courtyard gate.
Wu Guihua's eyes lit up. She quickly scanned the little bastard's lower half, and in an instant, her gaze grew even hotter!
"Little Long, why... why are you here? Didn't you say yesterday you were going to the city today? Something up?" Wu Guihua trotted over happily, set down her basket, and dragged Long Gen into the house.
Now, this door belonged to the little bastard. He could come whenever he wanted, and fuck however he pleased! The rightful male master of the house!
"Yeah, planning to go to the city, just dropped by to see you on the way." As he spoke, his eyeballs kept aiming at her chest. A pair of bamboo shoots pressed against her thick cotton coat, two fat rabbits jumping restlessly inside.
Long Gen reached out and pressed on them, rubbing and kneading, muttering words in his mouth. Listening closely, Wu Guihua couldn't help but blush. She lifted her clothes, and two massive tits pressed against him.
The two entangled. A lone man and a lone woman, already intimately familiar with each other. He drew his steel spear and charged right in, making squelch squelch sounds. Instantly, slutty moans rang out one after another, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low and deep.
When high and loud, it was like ten thousand alpacas galloping through the heart; when low and muffled, it was like trying to hold in a loud fart under the blankets.
Slap, slap, slap.
Ah, ah, ah.
Bang, bang, bang.
Oh, oh, oh.
The giant black snake thrust all the way to the bottom, turned on the faucet, and with a swoosh, a stream of hot fluid shot out, flowing for over a full minute before stopping.
Slapping her ass cheeks, he let Wu Guihua put her pants on. He slid both hands into her bra, kneading the dough. With a grin, Wu Guihua knowingly flicked his cigarette ash. Her willow eyebrows arched like the moon, a smile playing on her face, both hands hooked around his neck!
"Little Long, what are you going to the city for? It's just over a month until New Year's, what are you doing in the city?"
Saying this, Wu Guihua's face dimmed a bit. Without a man in the house, it was painfully quiet. She originally had her sister, but now her sister was pregnant and couldn't stay. On cold winter days, with a freezing kang, she wanted to have a baby, but her belly just wouldn't get big!
"Just some minor stuff, then I'll be back. I'll definitely spend New Year's in the village, don't worry, I'll serve you properly then." Long Gen took a drag of his cigarette and said seriously:
"I really do have business with you today. Once this batch of meat chickens is sold, stop raising meat chickens. Those things are exhausting, and the profit margin isn't big. I thought of a great idea for you."
"What? Something even more profitable?" Wu Guihua's eyes lit up, wide as cowbells.
"Go back to raising native chickens, pure native chickens!"
"Little Long, are you messing with me!" Wu Guihua's face sank, and she snapped unhappily, "Before, you told me to raise broilers, and now you want me to raise native chickens? What are you thinking? Broilers make tons of silver. The cycle is short, the results are fast, and the sales volume is huge!"
But Long Gen just shook his head, his playful gaze gaining a touch of profundity.
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