He Jingwen's people arrived quickly. "As soon as an expert makes a move, you know if they've got it or not." After a few archaeological experts carefully examined the site—boom—any talk of ancient tombs or treasure was proven to be total fucking bullshit.
After flipping through some historical records, they discovered that thousands of years ago, Liuhe Township was a minority settlement, dating all the way back to the era of Genghis Khan. They had a unique custom: when someone died, instead of choosing a new burial site, they stacked the bodies layer by layer on top of their ancestors' graves.
It was essentially like using white bones to build a wall, stacking them one on top of the other.
Over a long period of time, as the days turned into months and the world changed around them, thousands of years passed, and it turned into fertile farmland. Those white bones were just like ordinary people today—buried with two pieces of clothing and two broken wooden planks. That was it.
As soon as He Jingwen confirmed the news, the technical investigators from the police station also sent word. Fingerprint comparisons confirmed that Li Sanchou and Wei Wen, driven by momentary greed and mistakenly believing there was an ancient tomb beneath the ground, took the risk to rob the grave. Unfortunately, they ended up paying with their own lives.
And just like that, the bloody case was closed. The families carried the bodies back, and that was the end of it.
Long Gen was naturally very satisfied with this outcome. At the same time, he couldn't help but admire that son of a bitch, Fang Zheng. Before He Jingwen arrived, he wouldn't close the case; the moment He Jingwen's side confirmed things, he immediately wrapped it up! At the end of the day, he was just testing Long Gen's relationship with He Jingwen!
"Pretty smart, huh? Hehe, trying to get dirt on me? Keep dreaming!" Long Gen sneered. He grabbed two bundles of yellow joss paper and some firecrackers from the convenience store, ran to the turtle pond, and set them off for half an hour.
It wasn't that he believed in ghosts or gods; it was just putting on a show. On the way, he swung by the Li and Wei households. Weird things happen every year, but this year there were especially many. One after another, people died, and all the bad guys ended up in jail.
Especially the Wei family. Now only Wei Wu was left, and he barely came home once every ten days or half a month, leaving behind an orphaned mother and widow. It was quite pitiful.
To carry forward the spirit of fearlessness and helping others, Long Gen pulled down his pants, pressed Yang Ying against Niu Da's coffin lid, and fucked her for over half an hour.
After he finished fucking her, he left behind a single sentence: Niu Da, rest in peace. I helped you finish the fucking you didn't get to complete. And while I was at it, I fucked your mother and your sister-in-law too.
If in the future there's any bitch I find annoying, come to me in a dream and tell me, and I'll definitely take care of them for you!
"Don't be sad. If you have any difficulties in the future, just say the word. Since I fucked you, I have to help out, right? Don't treat me like an outsider. Given our relationship, wouldn't you agree?" Before leaving, Long Gen said this to Miao Hong.
Her husband was dead, and her son was dead. How could Miao Hong feel good? Hearing Long Gen's words, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This little bastard was rotten to the core. He fucked all the women in the Wei family, and he still had the nerve to say this?
But thinking about it, the words were crude, but the logic was sound. It sounded awful, but it made people feel comfortable and wasn't fake. Really, what did it have to do with Little Long? At the end of the day, it was just stealing a man!
Now that he was helping her, wasn't that just affection?
Once Long Gen left, for some reason, her heart ached terribly. She hadn't even been this sad when her own husband died, yet she was almost brought to tears by this little bastard.
"Sigh, the little bastard is a menace. Why am I so cheap? Why do I just have to like that thing of his..." Blushing, Miao Hong lowered her head and tossed two pieces of paper money to burn in the brazier.
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Fang Zheng left, taking the Chen brothers, Chen Tiansong and Chen Tianyun, with him. The archaeological experts didn't dig up any treasure, so naturally, they wouldn't stay in this impoverished, backward place where there was absolutely nothing.
He Jingwen used "guiding work" as an excuse to stay behind. The convenience store became lively again. Chen Xianglian and Shen Lijuan started busying themselves in the kitchen right as the sky grew dark, fishing out a nurtured softshell turtle from the water vat and putting it on to stew. Liu Yuxin, meanwhile, was chatting and giggling with He Jingwen, bursting into laughter every now and then, who knows what they were talking about.
Perhaps because her lower mouth had been opened, Liu Yuxin had lost all her previous cold arrogance. She talked and laughed cheerfully, chatting freely.
With a creak, Long Gen returned.
He Jingwen turned her head to look, and her eyes instantly lit up.
"Little Long, you're back. Where did you go? Why are you only coming back now?"
This bitch, her lower half was definitely itching again. Makes sense—she'd been back in the countryside for days, and let alone not getting fucked, she hadn't even received a single slutty text message. She was definitely missing the giant rod.
That dirty business between men and women on the bed was no different from smoking opium. Once you take a bite, you don't want to stop; opium and ecstasy pills weren't even this potent.
That slutty energy could be smelled from miles away. Look at her, dressed like a respectable person, but the moment she takes her clothes off, she's a slut straight to her bones! The old saying goes: women are all the same. Turn off the lights, pull up the covers, climb over the two high mountains, cross through the forest, wade through the trench-like swamp, shove it into the hole, and thrust—it's just dozens or hundreds of huffing and puffing push-ups.
He Jingwen was a normal woman, and normal needs were essential. She walked towards her lover with a beaming smile, the two snowy mountains erected on her chest trembling precariously, as if they were about to collapse.
Her slender legs were wrapped in a professional black skirt, and her round, perky butt cheeks propped up a round tent. The only flaw was the tiny slit in the middle that forcefully split her butt cheeks apart.
'Horny slut!' Long Gen cursed inwardly, smiling wickedly as he pinched He Jingwen's breasts. He blinked and said, "Is it wet enough to sail a boat down there? Missing the giant rod, aren't you?"
"Pfft! You little bastard!"
He Jingwen spat lightly, a peach-colored flush rising on her oval face. Lowering her eyelids, she bowed her head in shame and broke free from Long Gen's demonic claws.
Why was he like this? Too wicked. Grabbing a woman's chest the moment they meet. If this bad habit develops, it won't be good. What if she takes him to meet her parents one day and they see him do that?
"Oho, feeling shy now, are we?" Long Gen smiled faintly. Instead of grabbing He Jingwen, he walked over to Liu Yuxin. Looking down at the two Want Want mini steamed buns on her chest, he reached out and pinched her butt cheek.
"Ah!" Liu Yuxin let out a cry, her face instantly turning red.
She stomped her feet in anxiety but couldn't do anything about the little bastard. She rolled her eyes and said nothing.
Long Gen got excited and showed off to He Jingwen: "How about that? I don't care about your tits; I can touch whoever's I want!"
"Little bastard!"
He Jingwen ground her teeth in anger, stomping her feet! He was bullying her too much. Fucking her and then acting like he was doing her a favor. Couldn't he just yield a little? She was a woman, after all.
"What's all the yelling about? What happened?" Hearing the scream, Shen Lijuan rushed out of the kitchen carrying a knife. Seeing the two women flushed red while Long Gen stood there with a wicked smile, she instantly understood what was going on.
Who else in this house could be more despicable than this little bastard?
"Little Long, why are you being so impolite? Mayor He helped you out big time today. Come in and lend a hand, we're about to eat." Saying this, Shen Lijuan waved the knife in her hand, gesturing twice toward Long Gen's crotch.
Seeing this, Long Gen clamped his crotch and rushed into the kitchen. After clattering and banging around for a good while, the table was full, and they were finally done.
The four women had come together all because of the thing in Long Gen's crotch, treating each other like sisters. In ancient times, there was "Father and Son on the Battlefield"; today, there was "Sisters Sharing the Giant Rod." This, too, could go down in history.
The four women chatted very happily, whispering about household matters. They completely left Long Gen hanging; he couldn't even get a word in! Mostly because the little bastard was just too much of an animal. Before he even finished eating, he pulled his pants down. With one hand shoveling rice, his other hand was either kneading a breast or rubbing a butt cheek. Every now and then, he'd throw out a couple of dirty words, making the four women blush furiously.
After eating and drinking their fill, cleaning up, and chatting for a bit, He Jingwen suddenly put on a serious face:
"Little Long, today, besides helping you solve your problem, there are two other things I want to discuss with you."
Waving a toothpick, she dug a piece of lean meat out from between her teeth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it before finally speaking slowly, a sinister smile on her face.
"Look at you, what's there to discuss?" Long Gen slowly leaned over, wrapped his arm around He Jingwen's waist, rubbing it back and forth, and grinned wickedly, "Our relationship is so solid, do we need to discuss anything? I even let you borrow my giant rod for free, and what's more, there's no time limit!"
"Pfft!"
He Jingwen glared, saying coquettishly:
"Who's joking with you? I'm talking about serious business."
"Hehe."
"Little Long, now that your brain is working fine, almost everyone in the village knows. There's not much point in pretending anymore. You can't pretend to be an idiot for the rest of your life, right? What are you going to do later? Do you really want to guard a turtle pond for the rest of your life?"
Long Gen nodded and didn't make a sound. Since He Jingwen brought it up, there was definitely more to it; maybe she had even paved a path for him.
"I've thought about it from beginning to end. Right now, Li Sanchou is dead, and the village chief position is empty. How about you step up and sit in it for a couple of days? Get some achievements, and I'll promote you immediately. Whatever you want to do in the future will be much more convenient. What do you say?" He Jingwen looked at Long Gen, furrowing her brow, slightly nervous.
Speaking of which, she had to thank Li Sanchou for doing her a favor right before he died.
Over the past few days, He Jingwen had calmed down and thought about it. She was young, had some backing, and her parents would eventually find out about her divorce anyway. Better to find a partner early on. Little Long had clear features, an imposing presence, a smart head, and a quick wit. Wasn't he exactly the type her parents would like?
Fine, she'd tie Little Long down first, support his rise to power, and marry him later. That way, she could fuck him openly, without delaying her career, love life, or sexual happiness. How great!
Once Li Sanchou died, she thought about it and realized—wow, Li Sanchou died at the absolute perfect time!
"What? Me, village chief?" Long Gen was startled.
He resisted the idea entirely. He was used to being free and unfettered. He had no hobbies in life other than exercising on top of women's bellies. Being village chief had zero benefits. As for gaining political capital, nobody would probably buy it anyway!
More importantly, he had prepared the village chief position for his future father-in-law, treating it as a bride price and compensation, since he secretly fucked his mother-in-law and felt pretty bad about it. How could he have known about He Jingwen's selfish motives?
Perhaps, even if he had known, he would have refused. At most, he'd help clear her pipes, and going home to meet her parents would be enough...
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