Chapter 11 The Tough Grass that the Old Cow Cannot Chew_1

"I can't take it anymore, I want to do you right now," Li Qing panted heavily, his eyes even turning red.

Yang Xuelan said in a low voice, "It was Gao Li who sent me here, if I go back late, he will definitely come over. If we get spotted then, neither of us will be off the hook."

That sentence instantly pulled Li Qing's nearly overwhelmed reason back from the brink of madness.

Seizing the opportunity, Yang Xuelan quickly broke free from Li Qing's embrace, her round buttocks twisting as she straightened her clothes, "You naughty boy, I need to head back now. I'll come call for you later when it's time to head to the fields."

Li Qing replied with a look of regret, unable to take his eyes off Yang Xuelan as she walked out the door, before finally lying back down on the bed.

That siren.

Afterward, Li Qing managed to get a little sleep.

Only when the heat of the day began to wane did he follow Yang Xuelan and her husband, Gao Li, to the fields.

That afternoon, since Gao Li was present, Li Qing didn't dare to do anything excessive, he didn't even let his gaze linger on Yang Xuelan for more than a moment.

On the other hand, Yang Xuelan deliberately stuck her buttocks out in front of Li Qing every now and then.

Her legs were taut and her rounded behind was tight, causing Li Qing's heart to rise and fall in waves, but he didn't dare to look too much for fear of Gao Li noticing.

The afternoon passed quickly.

Li Qing alone did almost as much work as both of them together.

Yang Xuelan was quite efficient, but after all she was a woman and her strength couldn't keep up.

As for Gao Li, he really was a total waste of space.

He couldn't work for ten minutes without taking a rest to smoke or have a sip of tea.

The way he carried on, it looked like he was the one doing everyone else a favor.

"Wife, it's about time to call it a day, right?" Gao Li asked with a gloomy face as soon as it began to darken.

And this was far from the first time he had said it.

Yang Xuelan slapped him on the neck, frustrated, "This is your own field. If you're not going to tend to it, are you waiting for someone else to do it for you? Look at Qingzi, then look at yourself. You barely did a fraction of what he did."

Gao Li shrank his neck and said sheepishly, "Well, Qingzi is young, isn't he?"

"And I see Qingzi is tired too, let's head back."

Yang Xuelan glanced at Li Qing, who was piling up bundles of wheat, and said irritably, "Fine, let's go back."

"Qingzi, we're leaving, heading home," Gao Li called out excitedly immediately.

"Ok, I'll leave as soon as this stack is done," Li Qing called back.

"Let me help you," Yang Xuelan said, walking over as she wiped her sweat.

By the time the two had finished stacking the remaining bundles of wheat, they discovered Gao Li had already left the wheat field and was on the main road.

"Such a lazy good-for-nothing, I must've been blind back then," Yang Xuelan cursed again in frustration.

"Alright, sister-in-law, let's head back too," Li Qing said, taking the opportunity to give Yang Xuelan's tempting butt crack a couple of squeezes.

"Ah!" Yang Xuelan exclaimed, turning around to give Li Qing a seductive glance, "You little rascal, always thinking about taking advantage of me."

Li Qing smirked, "Sister-in-law kept sticking her butt up in front of me today, if that's not asking for a touch...

"So now I can't even stretch my back without it looking like a butt stick-up in the eyes of you, you little rascal?" Yang Xuelan teased with laughter.

Li Qing grabbed her rounded buttocks again and said, "Anyway, in my eyes, every time Xue Lan sticks it out, it's an invitation for me to do her from behind."

"You little rascal, you've gotten so bold you'd say anything now," Yang Xuelan said, not angry at the comment, but her round, dewy eyes seemed to hold a bit more moisture.

Seeing this made Li Qing's heart once again uncontrollably pound.

Yang Xue Lan chuckled and gave him a playful side-eye before calling him home.

Once they got home, Yang Xue Lan and her husband Gao Li kept insisting that Li Qing come to their house for dinner as a way to thank him for his help today.

Li Qing couldn't refuse, so he promised to come, but after working all afternoon, his body reeked of sweat, so he decided to go home and take a bath first.

He was only halfway through his bath when suddenly the sound of the door opening came from outside.

Li Qing guessed it must be Yang Xue Lan coming to call him for dinner.

So he hurriedly wiped himself down and put on a pair of big underpants before going out.

"Is Qingzi at home?" asked the woman in the courtyard, smiling when she saw Li Qing emerge.

It wasn't Yang Xue Lan.

It was a woman with a tall, slender figure and short, ear-length hair.

Li Qing recognized her; she was Yu Lan, the wife of the village's big agricultural landlord, Hu Youyu, who was just barely over twenty years old.

Hu Youyu had made a good deal of money from contracting in the past few years, and just last year, he had kicked out his original wife to marry this young girl who was just over twenty.

But life with a much older husband and a younger wife didn't seem to be going so well.

Whenever Li Qing saw Yu Lan, she always looked downhearted, with no spark in her eyes.

"Auntie Yu Lan, what brings you here so late at night?" Li Qing asked, puzzled.

Yu Lan's gaze swept over Li Qing's bare upper body before quickly looking away, "It's your Uncle Hu who sent me. There's been a bit of trouble at the cooperative, and Uncle Hu wanted to talk it over with you."

"Oh, is it urgent?" Li Qing still had Yang Xue Lan, that wild mare, on his mind.

Yu Lan said, "It's almost time to distribute the profits, and if you aren't busy, you should come by. I'm not really clear on the details, but after all, it involves money."

Issues involving money certainly needed attention.

Although Li Qing was single, he owned quite a bit of land—thirty-eight acres.

He farmed just a little of it himself; the rest he had contracted out to Hu Youyu's cooperative.

"Auntie Yu Lan, just give me a moment," Li Qing said.

Her face flushing a little, Yu Lan pointed at Li Qing's bare arms, "Um, you should put on some clothes—it's quite chilly tonight."

"Oh, I was just taking a bath," Li Qing explained, feeling somewhat awkward, before hurrying back to his room to put on his clothes.

He might act freely around Yang Xue Lan, but he was still shy and tentative around other women.

Dressed, Li Qing walked out with Yu Lan, but his mind stayed fixed on his evening rendezvous with Xue Lan, worried about the delay on this side of things, his thoughts tangled.

But money matters were pressing, and he had no choice.

With this on his mind, the two of them walked up to the entrance of Yang Xue Lan's house.

"Auntie Yu Lan, wait here for me. Gao Li had previously called me over to eat, let me just tell him," Li Qing said as he looked at Yang Xue Lan's courtyard gate.

"Sure, go ahead," Yu Lan said calmly, holding her flashlight.

Li Qing hurried into Yang Xue Lan's house.

In the living room, the television was blaring loudly, as Gao Li seemed to be watching those meaningless shows again.

Li Qing tiptoed for a glance, then turned his head and went straight to the kitchen.

In the kitchen filled with delicious aromas, Yang Xue Lan had changed out of her work clothes and was now wearing a loose sweatshirt as she cooked. She hadn't put on a bra, and her smooth, round breasts were nearly bursting out of her top.

Swallowing quietly, Li Qing reached out from behind and grasped the slippery softness.

Perhaps because she had just taken a bath, her fullness was even smoother than it had been that afternoon.