Chapter 109 I haven't showered for days
"The court has already ruled that your village used the five-year lease of the entire mudflat as collateral to borrow 10,000 yuan from our company to buy oyster seedlings, with the agreement that the loan would be repaid with the harvested oysters. Now that you can't repay the money, you must hand over the five-year lease of the entire mudflat of Shitou Village to us, otherwise you will have to repay 15,000 yuan in interest!"
Boss Lai spread out the judgment in his hand for the villagers to see.
Most of the villagers were illiterate, and when they heard the words "contractual rights," they felt like the sky had fallen.
For people living by the sea, the mudflats are a natural treasure left by their ancestors. How can they allow outsiders to take them away?
Qiao Hui squeezed out from the back of the crowd, took the judgment and the contract he had signed, and looked at the black and white words on the paper, hardly believing his eyes.
"You're robbing us! We only received 10,000 yuan from you for the oyster seedlings and the first batch of goods, but you want five years' worth of land use rights?"
The contract was originally signed by Qiao Hui on behalf of all the villagers.
Because the farm's annual profits are distributed as dividends to each villager in Shitou Village according to population.
So when they lacked funds to farm oysters, every household signed this contract.
Now, if we don't relinquish the contracting rights, it means that every household must contribute to the compensation.
Every household is willing to accept money, but who is willing to pay compensation?
Boss Lai threatened to come back tomorrow to reclaim the right to use the mudflats, and then left with his men.
The villagers were left sighing and lamenting their bad luck at the entrance of the clinic.
The production team had just had a bumper harvest when trouble struck at the livestock farm.
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The night was silent, and the moonlight poured down.
Zhou Jiuzhen escorted Ling Huanwu back home, both of them preoccupied with their own thoughts.
Upon arriving at the educated youth settlement, Ling Huanwu opened the door, hesitantly wanting to let Zhou Jiuzhen into the house so she could confess to him that she was the new bride he had abandoned.
Would you like to come inside for a drink of water?
"May I come in and get a drink of water?"
They both spoke at the same time, and blushed at the same time, as if they were embarrassed that the other had seen through their little thoughts.
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Jiuzhen darted into the room like a gust of wind, responding with his body before his mouth could even speak.
Inside the room, Ling Huanwu picked up the thermos, poured a cup of water into her enamel mug, and handed it to Zhou Jiuzhen.
He then poured himself a glass of water and gulped it down.
She was terrified when she delivered the baby; it was her first time doing it and her hands are still shaking.
She drank too fast, tilting her head back and drinking with the boldness of the heroes of Liangshan.
As he put down the bowl, he met Zhou Jiuzhen's staring gaze as he held the enamel cup, his Adam's apple bobbing as he looked at him.
Ling Huanwu licked her lips somewhat awkwardly, but he sat up even straighter, quickly and hurriedly averting his gaze, picking up his enamel cup and gulping down water. The water dripped slowly down his Adam's apple and onto the tightly buttoned collar of his military uniform.
"The pork knuckle was too salty, wasn't it? That's why you're so thirsty?"
Ling Huanwu subconsciously asked him politely.
To everyone's surprise, the young man suddenly put down his enamel cup and waved his hand hastily, "It's not too salty, it's delicious, it's just that it's too tempting..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Jiuzhen realized he had said the wrong thing, quickly covered his mouth, and blushed crimson.
Ling Huanwu picked up a mirror from the table next to her and looked at the unkempt woman in the mirror. She wondered what was so alluring about her.
She had been traveling by train and boat, and hadn't washed her hair for days; it was oily and stuck to her scalp.
His clothes were dusty and stained with blood; he looked utterly disheveled.
And then he says he's seducing people?
Overnight, this man went from being sarcastic to being sweet-talking?
Ling Huanwu suppressed a smile, sat down on the edge of the bed, patted the spot next to her, and looked at him with a smile, "Come here, I have something to tell you!"
Zhou Jiuzhen pursed his lips, his eyes looking nowhere, and walked towards her with his hands and feet moving in unison. "Oh, I also have something to say to Comrade Ling."
He had many questions along the way.
I want to ask her what kind of paradise she mentioned before.
I wonder if she's lusting after his body, or if she likes him as a person?
But when he saw the woman's face suddenly close to his with a handkerchief in hand, and the delicate touch of the handkerchief gently wiping the water droplets on his neck, all the questions he had wanted to ask earlier vanished instantly. All he could think about were the woman's bright red lips. He wanted to ask her himself!
The wick of the kerosene lamp flickered, casting shimmering light on the wall.
In a daze, Zhou Jiuzhen cupped her delicate face in his hands, closed his eyes, and kissed her.
The powerful, pounding heartbeat within the man's chest was deafening.
Ling Huanwu sensed his awkwardness and couldn't help but feel both annoyed and amused.
Are you trying to provoke me?
"I...I haven't showered for days..."
"It's okay, I... didn't wash either..."
"No, the water tank is empty!"
Ling Huanwu vaguely refused, but he pulled her tightly into his arms, and she couldn't say another word...
outside the house.
Guard Ma hid in a corner and eavesdropped, sometimes meowing like a cat and sometimes barking like a dog, trying to attract the attention of the two people inside so that Ling Huanwu would send the lecherous man away as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, we didn't hear a sound for quite a while.
He panicked.
Looking at Qin Jinshen, who was drinking alone in the yard, he gritted his teeth and quickly climbed onto the roof from behind the house.
Because the houses in the educated youth settlements for men and women were connected together.
He tiptoed across the rooftop, but his foot slipped and he fell directly into the room of the newly arrived group of male educated youth, landing in a warm embrace.
Zhao Jingxiang shook the dust off the bed, picked up the burly guard Ma with one hand, and threw him out like he had thrown away the wild cat from before.
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Inside the house.
Ling Huanwu was breathless from the kisses and was completely enveloped in Zhou Jiuzhen's arms.
His 23-year-old body was hot and strong, with beautifully defined arm muscles.
Ling Huanwu deliberately nuzzled against his neck, her fingertips tracing the hollow of his collarbone: "Commander Zhou, were you this easily blushing when you were eighteen?"
As soon as she finished speaking, he instinctively tightened his grip on her waist, so strong that she almost couldn't breathe.
He seemed to have been suddenly switched on; the naivety in his eyes was replaced by a surge of possessiveness. His breath was on her ear, hoarse and urgent: "Don't move..."
The next second, he seemed to panic first.
Perhaps it was a battle between his adult instincts and his eighteen-year-old soul; the moment his hand touched the hem of her pajamas, he abruptly pulled it back, as if he'd been burned, his ear tips turning bright red: "I'm so sorry! My hand just wouldn't obey me!"
Ling Huanwu was amused by his remark once again.
Last time in the space, she was the one who took the initiative.
Now that he has the opportunity to take the initiative, he doesn't know how.
This is much more interesting than Zhou Jiuzhen at twenty-three.
Ling Huanwu took the initiative to lean in and lift up his clothes.
He stiffened, but his body betrayed him; his long legs had somehow already wrapped around her tightly, and the scalding heat seeped through the thin fabric.
Zhou Jiuzhen seemed confused by his own reaction, frowning as he looked down at her, then looked up at her again, looking helpless: "This leg... it moved by itself."
Ling Huanwu laughed until tears almost came out. She reached out to unbutton his pajamas, but as soon as her fingertips touched the first button, he pressed her hand down.
A hint of adult darkness flashed in his eyes, but his voice was still hoarse with a youthful quality: "We're not married yet... is that okay?"
As a result, actions are much faster than thought.
By the time Ling Huanwu realized what was happening, he had already pinned her down in the soft bedding. He was on top of her, sweat dripping down his chin and onto her collarbone, making her heart tremble with heat.
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