The villages near Ziwu Ridge are quite small.
Unlike the large villages near Yangziling that often have tens of thousands, or even twenty or thirty thousand people, Yangziling is severely limited by its terrain, which is surrounded by deep mountains.
Therefore, a so-called village is often just a few dozen or even a dozen households living together.
These villages are all natural villages, often a collection of many nearby natural villages, all under the unified management of a larger village.
This has led to the unique phenomenon of villages managing other villages.
Many people who are unfamiliar with the structure here are curious as to why a village can have eight or nine thousand people, or even tens of thousands. This is because they don't quite understand a special management model of this era.
Later, the large village was basically divided into smaller villages.
For example, Wangjia Village, where Wang Tianxiao lived, was originally under the jurisdiction of other villages, with eight or nine thousand people, which could only be considered a small village.
But in some places, this number is almost equivalent to the population of a small town.
Wangzhuang, located at the foot of Ziwu Ridge, is a small village within a small village.
The village has only 39 households, with a total of just over 200 people.
Interestingly, apart from the wives who married into the village and the sons-in-law who were recruited, everyone else in the village has the surname Wang; there are no other surnames at all.
The village chief was just an old man of great-grandfather rank in the Wang family.
It's more like a large family than a village.
The people of Wangzhuang have always lived a relatively isolated mountain life, mainly relying on hunting and gathering herbs, mushrooms and other mountain products for their livelihood.
They basically had no education, and their children worked alongside their parents. When they reached a certain age, they would either marry out of the family or buy a wife from outside.
Yes, there are no normal people in this small mountain village who would want to marry into it.
In order for a man to get a wife, he either has to pay a high dowry to buy a woman's life, or he has to use his daughter to exchange for a wife for his son.
One gets married, and another comes back.
Both daughters were helpless, and both sets of parents felt it was only natural.
Big things have their excitement, and small things have their advantages.
Although Wangzhuang is small, it is quiet. The villagers know each other well, and many of the neighbors are relatives. Moreover, because everyone is poor and goes to the mountains to make a living, they have relatively little burden and are very united.
Therefore, these small villages, which require a day or two to walk out of the mountains, are more like a paradise, where it is difficult for ordinary people to enter and for them to get to know people from the outside world.
Tan Yun was a widow from Wangzhuang.
She was originally an orphan from the neighboring county, and her uncle sent her to Wangzhuang for fifty yuan.
She married an honest but physically unwell man.
The man's name is Wang Dayuan.
A few years after Tan Yun married into the family, she gave birth to a son for Wang Dayuan.
Wang Dayuan loves his children very much.
He felt that he was tall and burly, ugly, and that it was God's blessing that he was able to marry a girl like Tan Yun and have a lovely son with her.
Although this care did not last long.
Wang Dayuan's health did not survive the winter three years ago; he died in the twelfth lunar month.
Wang Dayuan had several brothers. Although he was dead, his brothers still took good care of Tan Yun and her son, so the mother and son were able to make a decent living.
Tan Yun's main means of making a living was to collect medicinal herbs in the mountains, and he could collect different herbs in all four seasons.
They harvested the fruit, cleaned it, and sold it to earn money for their son's living expenses.
The villagers were also curious. They wondered how much medicine she could sell. She had no man in her family and a child to support, yet she lived a pretty good life. It seemed like she had everything she needed and lacked nothing.
However, while I am curious, I won't go out of my way to find out.
There's always a lot of gossip around a widow's house, and not many people really want to get involved in all that nonsense.
One day, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the peaceful little mountain village.
It shattered the tranquility of the mountain village.
When the people of Wangzhuang ran to the door, they found a motorcycle parked in front of Tan Yun's house.
For the people of Wangzhuang, motorcycles are simply unattainable and incredibly valuable. Many of them have never left the village in their entire lives and have never even seen a motorcycle.
So, curiosity quickly spread throughout the villagers.
However.
More intrigued than the motorcycle was the young man who got off it. He knocked on the usually heavily guarded door of Tan Yun's house, and surprisingly, the usually outspoken Tan Yun let him in.
When people came to their senses, the black gate closed tightly again, and the motorcycle drove into the yard.
Who is it?
People thought about it curiously.
Although it's not very clear, judging from his build, back view, and clothing, he's definitely not an ordinary person.
After much thought, many people have resorted to unhealthy and unorthodox methods.
Come to think of it, Tan Yun is, after all, a young woman. Although her husband is dead, she is not yet thirty and still has a nice figure and a pretty face... she's passable.
Especially the mountain peaks that rival the Ziwu Ridge, which fulfilled the dreams of many poor bachelors in Wangzhuang.
With such great qualities, how come she doesn't have a man she likes?
It seems there are still some.
Here they come to our door.
It's often said that a woman's sexual needs are like a broken faucet: either don't turn it on at all, or once you do, you can never turn it off.
Just like a wolf that has eaten meat can never forget the taste of meat.
In the Tan family courtyard, three-year-old Xiao Wang was riding a bamboo horse around the yard with a bamboo pole between his legs. He would occasionally peek through the open door, trying to see what his mother and the uncle riding the big red horse were talking about.
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