"Um... this, this isn't good? Hehe..." Chen Chu said, rubbing his hands together. He blushed unusually. He had been eyeing those two eighth-grade girls for a while, and he had already gotten half of Chen Yuan into bed, but he hadn't dared to touch the other half.
Fang Yangyang is even better than Chen Yuan. She's fairer, has longer legs, and is more elegant. Just thinking about her makes Chen Chu's penis hard, but when he thinks of Liu Bingbing, he coughs twice.
I thought I should take a break first, since I still had to take Liu Bingbing home today. Fang Yangyang is quite pretty, but compared to Liu Bingbing... they each have their own unique charm, like roasted pork and pork stew with vermicelli. They're both delicious dishes, both are pretty young women, but every woman is different, and different women have different personalities, so their flavors are also different.
Moreover, this kind of woman is different from prostitutes. Those prostitutes will let whoever pays them have their way with them. They'll let any old man or ugly woman have their way with them if they pay. That's not interesting. There's no sense of conquest.
These female students are different; each one is full of personality, like tender cucumbers that have just sprouted, each with its own flower and thorns. They all have their own tempers, which makes them interesting and fun.
"Ahem... I have something to do today, how about another day!"
Xiao Wu chuckled and said, "That's right, it's Monday today. It's not a big deal that that girl didn't come home last night. So, Brother Chu, how about this Friday? You can wait a few more days, and I'll definitely let you get your hands on that girl..."
At this moment, Jin Xing chuckled: "Alright, Brother Chu, stop pretending. We're all grown men, it's not normal to find a buddy or a woman to have some fun outside! Really, by the way, are you here for class? I didn't see you carrying a backpack?"
Chen Chu chuckled, wanting to say something, but didn't.
Xiao Wu, being quite shrewd, quickly said, "Brother Jin, I'll go in and check if the water's boiling. I'll have a pot of tea." He was actually just trying to avoid it.
After Xiao Wu went inside, Jin Xing asked, "What's wrong, Brother Chu? Is someone trying to harm you? Or... are you afraid of Shao Xiaodong's retaliation? Don't worry, if he dares to retaliate, I, Jin Xing, will stab him! Damn it, I'll definitely sever his tendons..."
"No... cough cough, Brother Jin, you misunderstood. I actually came to buy firecrackers." Chen Chu then explained what had happened.
Jin Xing laughed so hard she clutched her stomach. After a while, she recovered and said, "Brother Chu, you're really something! Well, you're only sixteen this year, and you still have a playful heart. How could you... how could you argue with an old man like that? You even stuffed firecrackers into his corn stalks, scaring him when he started cooking. How could you even think of that? Hahaha..."
Chen Chu blushed, realizing that his method was not working.
Jin Xing chuckled and said, "Besides, if you really want to do that, you can't just stuff in firecrackers. Those things don't have much power! You should just stuff in a detonator! Detonators are specifically for breaking rocks. A regular detonator has over 800 jin of force, and a better one has over 1,000 jin. That could kill that old man... Hahaha..."
"Phew..." Chen Chu broke out in a sweat.
"So, Brother Chu, are you in? Give me a straight answer!"
"Brother Jin…" Chen Chu hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said, "Actually, there's no deep-seated hatred between us, but it wouldn't be good if something serious happened…"
"Heh..." Jin Xing sneered, "Brother Chu, you just said that he even wanted to use Yan San to strangle you. Isn't that a deep-seated hatred? If it were me, I would have cut his tendons long ago. That old bastard, who would he dare to extort? I'd kill him, so he'd have the life to take the money but not the life to spend it!"
Chen Chu bit his lip, and Jin Xing chuckled, "Brother Chu, it's just Wang Xiaoyan, right? That's settled. You wait for me, I'll take the motorcycle first and deal with that old bastard! Let's see how he tries to extort me..."
"Okay, I believe you!" Chen Chu quickly stopped him, "Brother Jin, what about the detonators you mentioned? I need two..."
Jin Xing led Chen Chu into the house, rummaged around for a while and found several detonators, which she then stuffed into his hands.
"Brother Jin, where did you get all this stuff?"
"Yeah, my family used to blast rocks in Inner Mongolia, you know, quarrying. Later someone contracted it out, and they wouldn't let us quarry anymore. That's all that's left. Let me teach you..."
Actually, this thing makes a sound as soon as it's lit, similar to the principle of firecrackers, but it's much more powerful. It's a device that guides the gunpowder to explode, but it's also quite powerful itself.
Chen Chu was still a little nervous, after all, it was his first time doing something like this. But then he felt a strange excitement. He thought to himself, "Damn it, Wang Xiaoyan is always picking on me. He just cursed Liu Bingbing. This time I'm going to teach him a lesson."
He then hurried back with the detonators in his pocket. When he was almost at the village entrance, he grabbed a few sunflower stalks from someone's house. These things burn quite well, and usually, when cooking, people are reluctant to use them, so they break them into pieces to burn in the stove. Besides, these were from last year, so they were unusually dry.
Chen Chu thought for a moment, then secretly stuffed a detonator into a piece of straw. After parking the motorcycle, he took the piece of straw to Wang Xiaoyan's backyard and threw it there alone. Wang Xiaoyan might not be able to burn it, and if he broke it open, he would be exposed.
Chen Chu pondered for a moment and saw that Wang Xiaoyan had tied up the stolen firewood into a bundle and was standing there, treating it as his own firewood.
Things are always better when they come from other people's gardens. For example, cucumbers. If I buy a hundred pounds of them myself, I won't eat them anymore. I have to steal a cucumber from someone else's garden to eat them properly because they are stolen.
Chen Chu quietly jumped into Wang Xiaoyan's backyard. He was familiar with this place; he used to sneak into other people's backyards when he had affairs with Xiaolian.
He walked easily to the back window and heard people talking inside. It was Wang Xiaoyan and his son Wang Dasheng. Wang Dasheng had just come back from the ground and was drinking half a ladle of water.
When asked if dinner was ready, Wang Xiaoyan cursed at his father, saying, "All you ever do is eat! You've already lost your wife!" Wang Dasheng didn't say a word.
Wang Xiaoyan said again, "Damn it, that damn Chen Chu, I don't know what kind of rice soup he fed to Deputy Village Chief Liu, that he's allowed to rebuild his house and still have his own house there. Just wait, I'm going to the township to report him after I finish lunch, let him show off!"
Wang Dasheng also cursed Chen Chu, and Wang Xiaoyan shouted, "Go, there are steaming bean buns in the pot right now. Go and bring back the firewood from the backyard. I just picked it up, that bundle of firewood is dry..."
Upon hearing this, Chen Chu quickly crouched down and ran over, inserting the corn husk stalk directly into the bundle of corn stalks. Then, he swiftly jumped over the wall and crouched down against the base of the wall.
A dozen seconds later, he heard someone open the door. When he heard the door close, he quickly peeked out and his head buzzed. The burlap stalk had fallen out and landed on the ground, whether it was because it wasn't properly inserted or something else. Wang Dasheng had already gone back inside.
"Damn it! There are detonators stuck in there!" Chen Chu was about to jump in when the door opened again, and Wang Dasheng came out dumbfounded. He kicked the shell and cursed, "Who the hell put that in there? It almost tripped me!" Wang Dasheng shook his head and kicked it again, then picked up the shell and took it inside.
Chen Chu took a deep breath, but a cold voice rang in his ears: "Chen Chu? What are you doing squatting here? Is this your house or something?"
Chen Chu was startled and flinched, after all, he felt guilty. When he looked up, he saw two bare legs, very white, and her face was also very white, like the color of cow's milk. Her skin was as smooth as cow's milk, even better than a baby's skin. Seeing her skin, one couldn't help but think of the phrase "so delicate it could be broken with a touch."
"Zhu, Zhu Na...you, what are you doing here?"
"What? Can't I come to buy something? Chen Chu, why are you sneaking around like this?"
"Who's sneaking around?" Chen Chu stood up. He was actually a little taller than Zhu Na, who was about 1.67 meters tall. Chen Chu was a little over 1.7 meters tall. When the two of them stood together, Zhu Na blushed a little. She usually had to bend down to look at Chen Chu, but now that they were looking at each other at eye level, she felt a little uncomfortable. She was probably used to looking down at him.
"Hmph... Nothing to do, just wandering around aimlessly, either a thief or a robber..."
Zhu Na snorted and then took the plastic jug to Wang Xiaoyan's small shop to buy soy sauce.
Chen Chu wiped his sweat, and looking at Zhu Na's slender waist and pert buttocks, his lips suddenly went dry, and he was panting heavily. He really wanted to grab Zhu Na's buttocks; the feeling of holding them in his hands must be amazing.
Chen Chu wasn't worried about anything else right now, except where Wang Dasheng had gotten that husk stick...
When Zhu Na came out after buying soy sauce, she didn't see Chen Chu and felt a little disappointed. She thought he would wait for her like before, staring intently at her body. She knew Chen Chu liked her.
However, she preferred to see Chen Chu frustrated. Wang Wei had written her countless love letters and confessed his feelings to her face many times, but she had rejected him every time, which made her feel particularly happy.
Feeling a little disappointed, she walked home after buying soy sauce. Her mother was making dumplings today, saying there was good news: the village was going to rebuild their house...
Zhu Na felt a surge of superiority at the thought that her family would soon be living in a brick house. "Chen Chu's family lives in a mud and straw house, while my family will soon have a brick and tile house. Humph, poor people."
At this moment, Chen Chu was hiding in another corner. He waited until Zhu Na had passed before he came out, then jumped into Wang Xiaoyan's backyard and peered through a crack in the back door.
Inside, it was steaming hot, and Wang Xiaoyan was throwing firewood in. The aroma of sticky rice cakes wafted out.
At this moment, Wang Dasheng said through snoring, "Dad, the steamed buns are almost cooked, I'm starving..."
"You son of a bitch, all you know is how to eat! Throw some more firewood in!"
Wang Dasheng looked around and found only some corn husks left. Wang Xiaoyan was very stingy and carefully calculated how much firewood he burned. Wang Dasheng threw in the corn husks, but it still got a bit humid. So Wang Xiaoyan leaned over the stove door and blew on the fire.
Looking up, he saw his son holding a thick, rough-hewn stick and asked, "Where did you get this?"
"I found it. It looks pretty smooth. I'll take it to the edge of our field and set it up to scare away the sparrows or something..."
"Give it to me!" Wang Xiaoyan snatched the husk stalk and said, "We don't even have enough firewood at home, and you still have firewood to send outside? Just give us some scrap plastic to scare away the sparrows!"
As Wang Xiaoyan spoke, he stuffed the husk stalks into the stove pit, blowing air into them.
As the shell rod burned away little by little, Wang Xiaoyan slowly inserted it into the hole. Chen Chu's heart was in his throat. He felt that the detonator was almost burned, so Chen Chu quickly covered his head and ran towards the wall.
Before Chen Chu could even reach the top of the wall, a loud rumble echoed from Wang Xiaoyan's house, making the ground tremble beneath his feet... (