Need for money

Old Wang standing in the middle of the crowd is dressed in coarse linen with patches on it. He is about 40 years old. He is tall and thin. However, just by looking at the knuckles of his right hand that he waved while talking, it is clear that his body is very fragile. It is strong, the joints are very thick, and the blue blood vessels on the back of the hand protrude from the roots, giving people a feeling of great strength.

Because this man is a farmer, who has been exposed to the wind and sun in the fields for many years, which makes his complexion very rough and dark, with a pointed dismount, and a slightly elongated face. , People who love to show off.

Seeing that the people around him were aroused by his words, Old Wang raised his chin in disgust and looked up to the sky.

After hearing five or six people's urging, he replied: "My first woman is the little girl next door to my house. Her family is poor and there are many brothers and sisters. One year there was a famine in our place, and her family had no rice to cook. , her father agreed to the marriage that my father dragged the matchmaker to say, and the dowry gift was two bags of cornmeal (cornmeal), when I was 14 years old and my wife was 13 years old.”

As Lao Wang spoke, the people around him all focused their attention on him and listened with gusto.

"On the day of the bridal chamber, I drank a glass of wine and my head was dizzy, so I forgot about the personal ethics taught by Aunt Li next door. After returning to the house, I picked my daughter-in-law's hijab, and I didn't care if she was pouting. Watching her sleep until dawn."

"Hahahaha..." The refugees all laughed loudly when they heard this, and some even teased, "Old Wang, you are really useless!"

"That's right, you don't need to hug your daughter-in-law. Could it be that you are sick?"

"Go, go, that's where you are sick!" Lao Wang laughed and cursed, not minding the refugees making fun of him, and said: "I drank too much that night, so I forgot about it. I only made it up late at night, and I remember it clearly. That night, my daughter-in-law blamed me for not asking for her body the day before, and she wouldn’t let me touch it. I was conquered by me, the feeling for the first time is really nothing to say."

Most of the refugees around here had married wives before, and they nodded in understanding. The younger ones didn't understand what it was like, so why didn't they have anything to say?

Aunt Yu blushed when she heard this, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lin Jingzhi on the opposite side with a smirk on his lips, staring at her closely, annoyed, she wanted to stare at him, but she didn't dare, so she quickly turned her head away. Off to one side.

"What's it like to be a sister in that kiln?" An elderly man, almost 50 years old, asked suddenly.

Another said: "Your daughter-in-law is also stubborn. With her here, you dare to play with girls in the brothel? I don't believe it, you must be bragging!"

The wedding night in the bridal chamber was not broken, so she was annoyed and refused to let her husband touch her. From this point of view, the woman was really a bit stubborn. Many refugees echoed this sentence repeatedly.

Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, Lao Wang hurriedly said: "My daughter-in-law is indeed quite temperamental, but in the third year after entering the door, she died because of difficult childbirth."

After all, Lao Wang's excited expression obviously dimmed, and the refugees also quieted down.

Originally, he was going to be a father, but in the end his wife and children were all gone. No matter who was involved in this matter, the blow would be extremely painful, but Lao Wang is obviously a relatively optimistic person, his expression just darkened slightly, and he quickly adjusted.

He said again: "If you want to talk about the taste of this kiln sister, it's really pretty good."

The topic was brought back to the girl in the brothel again, and the refugees became active again. You must know that all the poor people squatting here are farming. They don't have the money to go to the brothel to find girls happy. , eagerly want to know from Lao Wang's mouth what this kiln sister is like.

"Tell me, what is it like?"

"Old Wang, hurry up, don't try to trick people." Seeing that Old Wang had stopped talking, several refugees urged him.

Lao Wang patted the dust on his buttocks, and smiled, "The most attractive thing about this kiln sister is that she is tender and white, and she feels soft and slippery to the touch like snowflakes in winter when she takes off her clothes. How comfortable it is, and sister Yao is bold and coquettish enough, as long as you have money, she can stick to your body all night long.

On the second day, hey, make sure your feet are soft, you can't even do the work in the fields. "

Speaking of the last sentence, Lao Wang's voice amplified, and with a big wave of his hand, the refugees burst into laughter. At this time, Lao Wang was standing in the crowd, like a storyteller who is talking about storytelling.

"And the Pretty Widow."

"That's right, what's it like to be a pretty widow?" The interests of the refugees were completely mobilized at this time, and the voices of these two people were obviously a little stiff, and they came from honest people.

"Well!" Lao Wang smacked his lips and said, "I remember that year when I was 17 years old, one day when I just came back from the field, I saw Widow Zhao from the east of the village sitting sickly at the door of her house. When I asked about it before, I found out that she hadn't eaten for several days, and she also had a cold.

Because the harvest in the field the previous year was not bad, I hurried home to get some food for her, and I also invited a doctor to feel her pulse and prescribe a prescription. "

"You climbed onto Widow Zhao's bed that day?" A young man suddenly interjected.

Old Wang rolled his eyes at him, and said, "Joke, give someone a bite to eat, and then help him to ask a doctor to prescribe some medicine to climb up his pit? How can there be such a good thing in this world!"

"Hahahaha, that's right, it's not such a good thing."

"Young man, don't you have a crush on some pretty widow and plan to follow suit?"

While everyone laughed heartily, they didn't forget to tease a few words. The young man's face was tender, his face was flushed with embarrassment, and he lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.

"Then how did you climb up to the top of the hot pit at Widow Zhao's house?" Someone asked again.

"Hey, it's just a coincidence. Didn't I invite a doctor to prescribe the medicine for Widow Zhao that day? As a result, the next day, the doctor coveted Widow Zhao's beauty and came to harass others. Widow Zhao is a woman. There is no man in the family, how can I fight against that doctor? In the end, I was forced to help him, so he came to me for help."

"I'm a straightforward person, and I don't like to see honest people being bullied. After listening to Widow Zhao's complaints, I picked up the pickaxe and chased the doctor for several miles without saying a word. If it wasn't for that guy who was young and strong, he ran fast enough , I must smash his dog leg!"

"Good!" the refugees praised.

Hearing the approval, Lao Wang raised his chin even higher, like a general who has won a battle.

When the applause gradually faded, he suddenly said with a treacherous smile: "From that day on, Widow Zhao had a crush on me, and then she didn't talk to a matchmaker, so she directly moved to my house.

So, if you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you have to act righteously. This woman likes heroes. If you lend a hand when she needs it most, she will remember you forever. "

"Is the woman who came with you the Widow Zhao?" Someone saw Lao Wang living in a room with a woman and two children and asked.

Old Wang was stunned for a moment, and his expression darkened again. Seeing this, all the refugees and Lin Jingzhi felt a sudden tug in their hearts, and the pain spread over them.