Country Chapter 34-35

Swelteringly unbearable! Summer’s main tune had even the cicadas too lazy to chirp, a testament to the scorching heat.

In the village store, Shen Lijuan and Shen Lihong, the two sisters, were frantic like ants on a hot pan, too consumed to care about the heat.

“Sis, we need to find Little Long, pack our things, and flee tonight!” Shen Lihong’s face was etched with worry. She stomped her foot and gritted her teeth, her sweat-soaked shirt revealing a pair of large breasts jiggling. “We’ll hide out at Erniu’s place for a bit.”

“If that doesn’t work, we’ll just settle there and never come back! Little Long broke the village secretary’s leg—do you think we’ll have a good life here anymore?”

Shen Lijuan’s eyes nearly popped out with anxiety. How could she not grasp the gravity of the situation? Fleeing was an option, but where was Little Long now?

“Sis, this afternoon alone, that bastard Chen Tianyun came demanding money twice. We’ve already given him nearly ten thousand! How much more can we afford?” Seeing her sister hesitate, Shen Lihong pressed on.

“You know the Chen family—ruthless and cruel. Forget Chen Tianming or Chen Ergou; that tyrant Chen Tianyun is enough to ruin us. If we don’t run, what are we waiting for?”

“But where do we find Little Long?” Shen Lijuan’s panic surged, tears streaming down her face, unstoppable.

In the sisters’ hearts, Little Long wasn’t just a nephew—he was their man, having been intimate with them. Which woman wouldn’t worry about her man?

“Find what? I’m back, aren’t I?”

The backdoor curtain parted, and Long Gen’s tall figure strode in.

“Little Long, you’re back?”

“Little Long…”

It was as if they’d seen their own husband. No reunion with their husband could’ve been this emotional. Tears and snot streamed down their faces.

“Crying for what? I’m not dead. What, worried you won’t get to enjoy my big cock anymore?” Long Gen smirked, giving Shen Lihong’s full chest a playful pinch.

“At a time like this, you’re still joking?” Shen Lihong’s face flushed slightly as she swatted away his wandering hand.

Long Gen chuckled, retracting his hand. After half a day in the cornfield, screwing until his bones nearly gave out, he’d rested a bit and was heading home. Sure, his cock had stamina, but he wasn’t an Ironman triathlete. Even the mightiest cock could wear down to a needle, so he had to pace himself.

He’d plucked a few corncobs from the field and caught two big turtles by the river to cook a nourishing stew tonight. But coming home to this…

“Little Long, stop teasing your aunt. Pack up quick—we need to leave!” Seeing Long Gen safe and sound, Shen Lijuan’s heart eased. She urged, “You broke Chen Tianming’s leg. Soon, that bastard Chen Tianyun will show up with a mob, threatening to chop you up. We should…”

“Tch!”

Long Gen scoffed, unfazed.

“Aunt Lihong, go stew those turtles and corn in the kitchen. I need to recharge. Tonight, we’ll keep going—get you pregnant, have a fat baby boy with a big cock like mine, ready to screw anyone he meets!”

Smack!

Shen Lijuan’s face reddened as she bopped Long Gen on the head. How could this kid be so shameless? She was worried sick, ready to jump into the river, and he was still thinking about his cock. Couldn’t that wait until they were safe? The thought of getting it on made her blush.

“Ouch, Aunt, what was that for?” Long Gen yelped, rubbing his head.

“What’s with the yelling?” Shen Lijuan glared. “You’ve caused this mess, and you’re not running? Waiting to get hacked up?”

Shen Lihong chimed in, chattering about how brutal and domineering the mob was.

“Aunt, Aunt Lihong, do you trust me?” Long Gen waited for their jabbering to stop, then spoke seriously.

Both women cared for him deeply, genuinely worried. The least he could do was handle the current trouble. Leaving the village? No way! He hadn’t screwed every vixen in the village yet—he’d make them all surrender before he even considered leaving!

Shen Lijuan couldn’t fathom why Long Gen was so calm. His eyes held an unprecedented firmness and confidence, his face unusually serious. She nodded. He wasn’t just her nephew—he was her man. A woman should trust her man.

“Yeah, I trust you too!” Shen Lihong went all in. Ever since she’d experienced Long Gen’s massive cock, she believed in him unconditionally.

A man with such a tool—wasn’t he worth trusting?

“Good, trust is enough. Now, let me cop a feel…” Long Gen yanked Shen Lihong close, his hand slipping under her sweatshirt’s neckline.

Her two full boobs filled his hands, firm and elastic, smooth as polished jade.

“Mmm…”

Shen Lihong’s hips twitched as she broke free from his grasp. Until the big issue was resolved, she wasn’t in the mood for bed!

“Little Long, you’re still like this at a time like this?”

Shen Lijuan grumbled, a twinge of jealousy in her heart. Why hadn’t Long Gen grabbed her to fondle? Was she really getting old—her breasts sagging, her hips flattening, her face no longer pretty?

“Heh heh,” Long Gen grinned, popping a couple of peanuts into his mouth and chewing. “Aunt, let me ask you something.”

“What? Spill it.”

“Want to be the village secretary? The first female secretary in our village’s history.” Despite his lecherous grin, his words carried unshakable confidence.

“What? Village secretary?”

Shen Lijuan was stunned. She’d never dared to dream of such a thing! Being an official was a man’s job, wasn’t it? She was just a woman who could balance small accounts—how could she be secretary material?

“Yep, village secretary!” Long Gen said with conviction. “If you want it, I’ve got a way!”

“What way?” Shen Lihong asked.

She couldn’t wrap her head around it. In just a few months, the village idiot wasn’t just sharp now—his cock was fully functional, screwing her to the brink of death and back. His mind was sharper, his guts bigger. He’d just broken the village secretary’s leg, and now he was eyeing the secretary’s position. Was he crazy or just fearless?

“Heh heh, I’ve got my ways…” Long Gen gave a sly grin, leaning in. Taking advantage of Shen Lihong’s distraction, his hand darted to her ass, stirring things up.

Shen Lihong’s face flushed crimson, and it took all her strength to yank his hand out. Before she could snap, Long Gen spoke earnestly.

“I’ve read books, studied law, and mastered Thick Black Theory. Trust me, you won’t go wrong. Here’s the plan…”

Note :- Thick Black Theory refers to the Chinese philosophical text on cunning and strategy.

A rooster’s crow heralded the arrival of a new day.

Wei Wenwu rose early, tidied himself up, and pulled out a white shirt from the bottom of his chest, carefully preserved. He thought about pairing it with a tie, but after rummaging through the cabinet, he only found a red scarf his son had left behind years ago.

“Woof, woof, woof!” The big yellow dog at the door barked twice, wagging its tail and grinning at Wei Wenwu.

Wei Wenwu smoothed the wrinkles on his shirt, stuffed his hands into his pockets, and snapped, “What’re you barking for? Horny for Xiaohua again?”

With that, he strode off with purposeful steps.

“Hey, isn’t that Sister Lijuan? And Sanshui’s here too?” As he locked the gate, two figures approached—Shen Lijuan and Li Sanshui.

Wei Wenwu flashed a forced smile, greeting them. His eyes drifted to the full curves straining against Shen Lijuan’s blouse.

They say a widow’s door attracts trouble, but Shen Lijuan had avoided gossip. Not because men didn’t come around—she ran the village store, so men were always there. Plus, she lived under the same roof as a man, eating and sleeping side by side. Yet, no one had ever claimed to have climbed into her bed.

But times had changed. Shen Lijuan was at his door now. Having been village chief for years, Wei Wenwu had enough cunning to guess why.

“Village chief, heading out? Off to the hospital to see Chen Tianming?” Shen Lijuan gave a faint smile, her oval face revealing two shallow dimples.

Wearing a floral silk blouse and simple cropped pants, her slender, pale legs gleamed like a vibrant peony, tempting enough to take a bite.

But Wei Wenwu had no such thoughts now. He was stunned. How did she know he was going to visit Chen Tianming?

Yesterday, the village’s top dog, Chen Tianming, had both legs broken and was sent to the hospital. Wei Wenwu, an outsider with no local kin, knew the village’s clannish ways. Despite their rough manners, villagers stuck together. The two biggest clans were the Chens, led by Chen Tianming, and the Lis, led by Li Sanshui.

Chen Tianming had been the village secretary for five years, wielding unchallenged power. The Li family wasn’t far behind—Li Sanshui was a simple, unremarkable man, but his brother, Li Sanchou, was a sharp accountant with a shiny bald head, a symbol of his “brilliant” mind, serving as the village bookkeeper for a decade.

Wei Wenwu, the outsider, had no real backing. His orders were ignored, his plans mocked, and his ideas died before they could take root. Frustrated, he’d learned to keep a low profile, playing the peacemaker with a smile, doing his duty without stirring trouble.

Now, with that fool Long Gen breaking Chen Tianming’s legs, Wei Wenwu was on his way to the hospital with two thousand yuan tucked in his pocket. But how did Shen Lijuan know? Was this woman a fortune-teller? Looking at her again, beyond her beauty, he sensed a hint of cunning.

“Village chief, this isn’t your usual style, chatting at the gate in this heat…” Seeing Wei Wenwu’s stunned hesitation, Shen Lijuan couldn’t help but marvel at Little Long’s foresight. How did he predict this?

“Come in, come in, sit down.”

Wei Wenwu tempered his edge, but his mind wasn’t rusty. He was a sly fox, cautious and calculated.

Two cups of water sat on the table, but Shen Lijuan didn’t touch hers. Little Long’s plan last night sounded good, but she’d never done anything like this. Would it work? As soon as she sat, she couldn’t hold back.

“Village chief, I’m a straightforward woman, no games, always direct—everyone in the village knows that.” Shen Lijuan shifted, pointing to Li Sanshui beside her. “This morning, I went straight to Brother Sanshui. You’re one of the village’s sharpest minds, village chief. You know why I’m here.”

Wei Wenwu smiled, saying nothing.

“My nephew Little Long got struck by lightning. Yesterday morning, the village secretary forced him to work on the road. I tried to stop it, but he went. He’s not right in the head, and somehow, he ended up injuring the village secretary!”

Shen Lijuan’s face showed worry and distress, her voice heavy with sorrow.

“The village secretary’s injury breaks my heart too. When his brother Chen Tianyun came by, I gave him five thousand yuan. Then, before dinner, he came again and took another four thousand! Chief, you know I run a small store. If this keeps up, I’ll have to sell myself!”

“No, no, it won’t come to that,” Wei Wenwu said, waving his hand dismissively.

“Hmph! Not come to that?”

Shen Lijuan’s expression turned cold, her voice sharp. “Don’t I know what the Chen family is like? Don’t you know, village chief?”

They bullied, extorted, abused power, and won people over with dirty tricks!

“Village chief, can you stomach Chen Tianming’s crimes?” Seeing Wei Wenwu’s noncommittal smile, neither yielding nor resisting, Shen Lijuan kicked the ball back to him.

“Little Long’s not right in the head—he’s not at fault. I know Chen Tianming wanted to teach him a lesson, making him carry stones. But the wicked get their due. Little Long’s fine, but Chen Tianming lost both legs—that’s fate! Village chief, the law says a fool’s mistakes aren’t held accountable, but covering up Chen Tianming’s crimes? That’s aiding and abetting…”

Shen Lijuan watched Wei Wenwu’s face closely. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead—she knew he was scared.

People love to stay out of trouble, keeping their hands clean. But drag them into the mess, and they panic.

Little Long was right again! Shen Lijuan felt confident.

“Chief,” Li Sanshui coughed, his brows furrowed with gravity. “This morning, Sister Lijuan came to me about this. I say, Little Long’s got a screw loose, but the village secretary’s not crazy, right? Forcing a fool to haul stones—what’s that about?”

“No beating around the bush. I talked to Sanchou privately. Chen Tianming’s been skimming village funds for years—road maintenance fees, farm subsidies, all swallowed up! This can’t just slide. Chief, you’re the biggest official now. You’ve got to stand up for us!”

Wei Wenwu hesitated, weighing the stakes.

He knew Chen Tianming’s crimes inside out, but could he really take him down?

“Chief, the township chief’s inspection is coming up in a couple of days. If you don’t act, I might not keep my mouth shut…” Shen Lijuan sipped her water, her voice soft as a mosquito’s hum, but it hit Wei Wenwu like a thunderbolt.

She was threatening him!

“Fine, I’m in! Tell me, what’s the plan?” Wei Wenwu gritted his teeth, stomping his foot, his resolve hardened.

Shen Lijuan sighed in relief, her heart finally at ease. She was in awe of Little Long. How was this fool so clever? A simple woman like her, who rarely stepped out, had just strong-armed the village chief into submission.

Oh, right—this was Little Long’s using strength to strike strength…