Although she was pinned down by Wang An and unable to move, forced to endure his relentless breakthroughs.
It must be said that Mu Xueqing's mouth was remarkably stubborn; she spat out all sorts of threats to fight Wang An to the death, to risk her life, to trade lives, and to perish together.
No matter what method was used, Mu Xueqing simply refused to submit—she was defiant in every way, maintaining an attitude that even if he worked her to death, she would still not yield.
Naturally, Wang An didn't indulge her. The force of his thrusts grew heavier and more violent, treating her as if she weren't even human, each strike seeming as if he wanted to crash right through her.
Yes, exactly like that; the guy was truly ruthless.
But it had to be said, Mu Xueqing's body was genuinely good—she was incredibly durable.
Despite such heavy force, Mu Xueqing remained stubborn, her little mouth incessantly muttering and chatting away.
However, no matter how durable she was, Mu Xueqing was still just a woman. After enduring it for over ten minutes, she finally spoke softly with a sob in her voice.
"Xiao An, I was wrong. Xiao An, I was wrong, okay? Please be gentler."
Wang An said with a grin
"How are you supposed to address me? You actually dare to call me Xiao An? I've really spoiled you."
Mu Xueqing was so battered that her mind was becoming blurred. After thinking for a moment, she changed her address
"Hubby, I was wrong. Hubby, I was really wrong, please spare me."
It must be said, television is absolutely a wonderful thing.
Because in the Northeast region of this era, there was no such term as "hubby" (laogong). Between a couple, the woman usually called the man "the shopkeeper," "the head of the house," or "the father of the children," or she simply called him by his name.
The term "hubby" was something she had seen in movies and TV dramas on television.
Thus, the existence of the television served to popularize a fair amount of outside knowledge for those who watched it.
With the TV acting as Mu Xueqing's teacher, Wang An insisted she call him that whenever they were on the kang bed from then on.
It wasn't that Wang An particularly loved the term "hubby"—after all, in his previous life, the women he had interacted with had all called him that.
The reason Wang An made Mu Xueqing call him that was because every time she did, she felt extremely embarrassed, her tender little face turning bright red.
Not only was her face red, but even the tips of her ears and her neck flushed; it was as if saying the word "hubby" was a great humiliation for her.
What Wang An loved to see was Mu Xueqing's shy expression when she was embarrassed.
Mainly, at these moments, Mu Xueqing not only looked more beautiful, but her entire aura became full of feminine charm. That succulent, bashful, yet "rejecting while welcoming" coquettish look was incredibly endearing, instantly whetting one's appetite.
Whenever this happened, Wang An felt the primordial power within his body increase invisibly.
After Mu Xueqing finished speaking, Wang An continued with a smile
"Say more nice things, and call me 'good hubby' a few more times when we're done. Once you've coaxed me into a good mood, I'll spare you, hehehehe."
Having said that, Wang An continued to work away on his own regardless of everything. He worked with incredible speed, like a high-power diesel engine with the accelerator welded open—both fierce and domineering.
At this moment, Wang An's expression, full of shamelessness and lewdness, perfectly interpreted the word "scumbag." One look at him made people want to give him a few punches!
Just like that, after Mu Xueqing called him "good hubby" countless times, Wang An gave a slight smile and delivered all his long-accumulated primordial power to her.
This precious primordial power, of unknown value, was not lost in the slightest; it was all received completely by Mu Xueqing.
Fortunately, Wang An didn't come away empty-handed. At this moment, he felt an immense spiritual satisfaction, as if he had undergone a metamorphosis.
Wang An felt his soul detach from his physical body, experiencing the illusion of his spirit flying beyond the heavens, floating in a state of bliss.
It must be said, this feeling was fucking great! Absolutely great!
Mu Xueqing also stopped muttering. With her eyes half-closed, she was thinking of something unknown, as if experiencing something very happy and blissful.
Judging by her slightly trembling eyelashes, it wasn't hard to see that she had also entered a state of celestial transcendence.
A few minutes later, Mu Xueqing suddenly opened her eyes and swung her palm, slapping Wang An's shoulder with a crisp "smack." Simultaneously, she said with a fake look of disgust
"Enough, right? Can you just get the hell away from me? Don't you know when to stop?"
Struck by this slap, Wang An's soul instantly returned to his body. He reached out and pinned Mu Xueqing down again, smiling with a sinister look
"You're trying to act tough with me again? Do you believe I'll deal with you again in a bit?"
Hearing this, the momentum Mu Xueqing had painstakingly gathered vanished instantly. In a pleading tone, she said
"Alright, alright, hubby, I was wrong. Let's just go to sleep, okay? Otherwise, you'll wear me to death."
Wang An chuckled, kissed Mu Xueqing's smooth, oval face, and then rolled to the left, lying on his own pillow at the end of the kang.
Mu Xueqing got up to tidy the bedding and lay back down, snuggling into Wang An's embrace before closing her eyes to sleep.
Wang An looked down at Mu Xueqing, reached out to hold her, and slowly closed his eyes.
The entire room immediately became silent.
***
The night passed without incident, and dawn arrived in the blink of an eye.
After practicing martial arts and eating breakfast, Wang An saw Wang Dazhu tinkering with the rakes and forks used for removing manure, as well as the pickaxes and two-pronged hoes for digging it. Wang An knew that Wang Dazhu was preparing to start clearing the manure.
Every year, starting from the thaw, various farm chores began.
Wang An looked at the tools, then turned to look at the massive pile of manure in the southwest corner that looked like a small mountain; the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch several times.
With this much manure, even using a large Jiefang truck, it would probably take twenty or thirty loads. How the hell long would it take to clear all this?
If all this manure had to be cleared, wouldn't a person be worked to death?
Furthermore, after clearing the manure, it had to be transported to the crop fields load by load, and after that, the piles had to be spread—that is, the manure had to be tossed.
Then came sowing, seedling cultivation, transplanting, weeding, tilling, a second round of weeding, a second round of fertilizing, hilling, cutting tall grass, and if there were pests, spraying medicine; if the crops were dry, watering the land...
Goddammit, once farm work starts, there's no fucking end to it. You can only rest when the weather turns cold and freezes.
The "hilling" mentioned here is a local term; it actually refers to mounding soil around the base of the crops to help them root deeper, which both protects them from the cold wind and allows the crops to yield more grain.