68 Dryness and heat
◎Press his thighs and rub them up and down◎
Could it be that he got too hot from traveling so fast?
She fanned herself with her hands and unbuttoned two buttons on her collar, which made her feel better.
Seeing that it was getting late, Jiang He said goodbye to Shu Yao and walked back from another path. Only when her back disappeared in the dim light did Shu Yao feel at ease and go home.
But as she approached the house, she saw dozens of villagers gathered around it. She was startled, wondering if something had happened to Ji Shijing.
Shu Yao lifted her skirt and ran closer, only to find that these people were blocking Yang Xiuhe's house. However, because the two houses were close to each other, many villagers were standing at the gates of their own courtyards.
She let out a long sigh, patted the person closest to her and asked, "What happened at Sister Yang's house?"
The man chuckled, his words filled with disdain: "It's because Yang Xiuhe was found out for cheating on her husband, and her wife even came to her house to make a scene."
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Shu Yao stretched her neck to look inside, but there were people in front of her blocking her view and she couldn't see anything. She could only hear the constant insults coming from the center of the crowd.
She pushed open the gate of her house and found Ji Shijing wearing a single piece of clothing and reading a book under the oil lamp. The noise next door did not affect him at all.
He raised his head from the book when he heard the door open and said lightly: "You're back." Then he stood up and walked into the kitchen and brought out the hot food in the pot.
Shu Yao put the seeds on the table and went to wash her hands: "Ajing, how was your study today?" She picked up a piece of winter bamboo shoots with chopsticks and put it into the bowl and asked.
Ji Shijing sat opposite her, nodded, and quietly ate the rice in the bowl. He had no idea how many times he had reheated the food, and it had long lost its original flavor.
Shu Yao wanted to tell him about buying seeds, but the noise next door was so loud that she couldn't help but prick up her ears to listen to what was going on over there.
There was only a low wall between the two households, so Shu Yao could see the scene opposite clearly even when she was sitting in the yard eating.
As the oil lamps were lit, Yang Xiuhe's yard became extremely lively.
A burly woman with raised eyebrows and high cheekbones was standing with her hands on her hips, spitting at Yang Xiuhe ferociously and cursing at him. It was obvious that she was a woman with a rude and violent temper.
The woman seemed to be not satisfied with her scolding, so she directly overturned the table in Yang Xiuhe's house. The table had been in disrepair for a long time, and after the commotion, it fell apart.
Yang Xiuhe was not someone to be bullied. She rolled up her sleeves and went straight up to grab the woman's hair: "You ugly fat woman, I'm going to fight you."
Soon, the two men started fighting.
Pulling hair, biting arms, scratching face...
Shu Yao was a little frightened when she saw this.
The onlookers finally managed to separate the two, both of whom were covered in bruises. The woman spat out a mouthful of pus and said angrily, "You slutty vixen, you seduce other people's husbands. You will not die well."
Yang Xiuhe was not to be outdone: "You can't control your man yourself and you're blaming me. You useless thing, bah."
The woman was so angry that she was about to rush forward again, but fortunately she was stopped by the people next to her. She cursed Yang Xiuhe's ancestors for eighteen generations incoherently.
The onlookers felt that the woman had gone too far and that they should not curse other people's ancestors, so they all tried to persuade her. It was common knowledge that Hu the Butcher and Yang Xiuhe were having an affair, and Hu the Butcher's wife also knew about it, but she had turned a blind eye to it in the past. But why did she make a fuss today?
Some older women gathered around Yang Xiuhe and advised her, "Sister Yang, you are still young and in good shape. I will find you a marriage partner in a few days. Don't be so unclear with Hu the butcher anymore."
"There's a lame man at the east end of the village who's a good guy. His family just built a new house this year, but he has some problems with his legs."
“…”
Everyone was trying to persuade her with all their heart. Yang Xiuhe was indeed pitiful. She became a widow just one year after her marriage and had to live in such a small, shabby house. Survival was a problem for her. But she should never hook up with other men. Although their village was open-minded, they really looked down on Yang Xiuhe's behavior.
Yang Xiuhe didn't take what everyone said to heart at all, and just stared at the woman opposite.
The woman broke free from the two people holding her and pointed at Yang Xiuhe, saying, "Everyone, judge for yourself. I don't know what happened to this vixen last night. She broke half of my husband's shoulder. He was in pain all night and is still lying in bed."
She had known for a long time that her husband was having an affair with this widow, and her husband said that as long as she turned a blind eye to it, he would not take a concubine.
She could only endure it.
But she didn't expect that last night, Hu the Butcher came home with blood on his hands. She immediately couldn't sit still. This slut actually dared to hit her man. It was really outrageous.
When everyone heard the woman say this, they all looked at Yang Xiuhe.
Yang Xiuhe was completely bewildered. Hu the butcher hadn't come to see her last night. She crossed her arms and said, "I didn't even see Hu Zi last night."
The woman felt that she was trying to deny it, and said angrily: "You are talking nonsense, my man came to see you last night."
Yang Xiuhe was really confused. She was indeed waiting for Hu the Butcher last night, but when he didn't come after waiting for a while, she went back to sleep.
Shu Yao suddenly felt that the rice in her hand no longer tasted good.
Last night, I had an injury on my hand.
Wait, she suddenly realized, could it be that the person who was wandering around the toilet door last night was Hu the Butcher?
But she was still not sure and wanted to listen again.
The woman glanced at the villagers who had gathered to watch the fun and said loudly, "The doctor said that my husband needs to eat a ginseng root every day to nourish his body, and it will cost five taels of silver a month. This money must be paid by this slutty vixen." After saying this, she glared at Yang Xiuhe fiercely.
After hearing this, what is there for everyone to not understand? Love is meant to make money.
Yang Xiuhe sat down on the chair and asked, "Why?"
The woman was not to be outdone: "Just look at the wound on my husband's arm. You hit him so hard. There are still two nails embedded in his flesh. He couldn't sleep last night because of the pain."
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but gasp. What? Why hammer nails into the arm?
Shu Yao stood up suddenly. She was sure that the person she beat last night was Hu the Butcher, because the stick placed in the toilet was covered with nails.
Thinking of this, she hurried to the toilet, picked up the stick and took a look, only to see that there were indeed two nails missing from the bottom. Now, she was 100% sure.
She wanted to explain the situation to everyone, but before she reached the low wall, Ji Shijing pulled her back.
On the other side, Yang Xiuhe looked at the woman and said sarcastically, "Did he tell you that I hurt him?"
A trace of guilt flashed in the woman's eyes: "That's it...that's it."
Everyone didn't know how to persuade her. After all, the wife of Hu the Butcher was notoriously unreasonable. Anyone who ran into her would be scolded by her. And as for Widow Yang, well, there were always a lot of gossips around the widow's door, so it was not easy for them to intervene.
Yang Xiuhe: "Then ask Hu Zi to come out and we can confront each other." She couldn't stand this injustice. If it weren't for those pieces of pork from Hu the butcher, she would not look down on such a greasy man.
Seeing Yang Xiuhe's fearless look, the woman suddenly sat down on the ground, her expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book, and she cried and asked everyone to make a decision for her.
Finding no one to help her, she stood up again and said to Yang Xiuhe, "You can pay this money or not, or I will come to your house every day to make trouble."
Yang Xiuhe didn't care: "You can make trouble as much as you want. I'm not afraid of you."
The woman was furious. She took a step forward and pulled something out of her pants with lightning speed, throwing it directly at Yang Xiuhe's face: "You bitch..."
A bloody smell came over her. Yang Xiuhe touched her face and felt a few strands of sticky blood. The thing had already fallen to the ground. She took a look at it and her anger instantly rushed to her head.
There was a blood-red menstrual cloth lying on the ground. I don’t know how many days the woman hadn’t changed it. Some of the blood on it had solidified and gave off a sour smell.
She couldn't bear it any longer, so she rushed forward and pulled out a handful of the woman's hair, and the two of them started fighting again.
The villagers were also disgusted, and Shu Yao even started vomiting.
The woman's mouth was never clean, but before she could finish her curse, someone pulled her hair hard from behind, and her scalp was almost lifted off. She turned her head with gritted teeth: "Who the hell dares to pull me?" As a result, she was met with the murderous face of Hu the butcher. She immediately lost her courage and hunched her body like a quail with her head lowered.
Hu the butcher exerted force and threw the woman to the side. She kept screaming "Ouch!" Hu the butcher pointed at her and cursed, "You stinky woman, stop embarrassing me here and go home."
Seeing him being so mean to her in front of so many people, the woman couldn't help but burst into tears. She slapped her thigh and sat on the ground, howling, "You damned bastard, you actually got mean to me just for that vixen."
Butcher Hu said viciously, "Shut up!"
After saying that, he looked at Yang Xiuhe in a flattering manner and placed two pieces of roasted pork belly on the broken table: "Xiuhe, my wife is not sensible, don't bother with her."
Yang Xiuhe snorted coldly: "Then are you going to tell everyone that the wound on your arm was caused by me?"
Butcher Hu quickly shook his head.
Someone nearby asked, "What happened to your injury?"
Hu the butcher looked around with his small green bean-like eyes, feeling a little guilty for a moment. He looked towards Shu Yao. Shu Yao and Ji Shijing had already returned to the house, and the whole yard was quiet.
He didn't dare to tell anyone what happened yesterday. He had wanted to sneak into Shu Yao's bed last night, but he was hit by a club. If the villagers knew about this, he probably wouldn't be able to stay in Dongping Village. He could only accept the defeat.
"I accidentally fell yesterday." He explained to everyone weakly.
Everyone was skeptical.
Yang Xiuhe picked up the two pieces of meat he had brought and went into the kitchen.
Butcher Hu picked up the woman on the ground and left.
There was no more excitement to watch, so everyone left in groups of three or four.
Inside the room, Shu Yao looked at Ji Shijing who was blocking the doorway and asked him puzzledly, "Why don't you let me go and explain it to everyone?"
Ji Shijing shook his head: "First, the wound on Hu the Butcher's arm was caused by you, you have to spend money to buy him medicine."
Shu Yao immediately retorted, "He was the one who sneaked in and watched me go to the toilet. Who knows what he was thinking? I was just protecting myself."
"Your explanation doesn't make sense in this place. You're going to have to pay if you hurt him."
Shu Yao recalled the unreasonable behavior of the woman just now. Being blackmailed by such a person was really as disgusting as a dog-skin plaster.
Ji Shijing continued, "Second, your reputation."
Shu Yao thought about it carefully. Hu the butcher was a playboy. If he appeared in her yard in the middle of the night, she probably wouldn't be able to explain herself.
She looked at Ji Shijing: "But I can't watch Sister Yang being wronged."
Ji Shijing opened the door: "It's been resolved."
Shu Yao ran to the yard and found that the door of Yang Xiuhe's house was closed. She ran out and stopped a villager to ask about the situation in Yang Xiuhe's home.
The villagers told her that Hu the Butcher had clarified that the matter had nothing to do with Yang Xiuhe.
Only then did Shu Yao feel relieved.
It was late at night. She lay in bed with her eyes open, looking at the earthenware above her head. She still didn't tell Ji Shijing what happened in the capital. After all, it wasn't a good thing.
Her eyelids began to twitch and her body became hotter and hotter. She kicked away the quilt, but still didn't feel cool enough, so she took off the coat she was wearing.
Her mind began to feel dizzy and her body felt as hot as a stove.
She leaned towards Ji Shijing.
Ji Shijing's body temperature was low, and she couldn't stop rubbing against him, pressing her thighs against his legs, rubbing up and down. She accidentally touched something slightly hot, frowned, and left the hot ball.
Her hands unconsciously climbed up his neck, and she buried her head in his neck, and the breath she exhaled was extremely hot.
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