The ditches of Xingyu Village run through the whole village. In summer, the water only reaches the ankles of adults, flowing gently.
Several men, including Niu Er, were catching crabs in the ditch. From afar, they saw a woman swaying her hips as she walked over, and they excitedly whistled.
Niu Er held a small crab in his hand and tossed it into the bucket. With a lewd expression, he clicked his tongue and said, "Widow Song's hips are really something! Swinging all over the place."
"And her chest, too — it's quite impressive, bouncing up and down."
"If only I could touch it."
He climbed onto the bank barefoot and sleazily blocked the way of the young woman approaching, "Widow Song, why don't you play with us? I'll take you crab catching."
Lin Qiao was just about to look for them. She glanced at him, "Are the walls of my yard easy to climb over?"
Niu Er wasn't afraid of her at all. He admitted it outright, grinning cheekily, "Widow Song is quite fierce, daring to pour slops!"
