Hometown, there are many strange things in the countryside
The carpentry workshop of Mr. Ha Cay’s house at the beginning of the village only had him and his father working. I also don’t know when his family’s small carpentry workshop opened, but it was the job that supported his family, it was part of the work according to the division of labor in this village because everywhere needed carpenters, or blacksmiths to forge knives and agricultural tools, so whoever needed to repair agricultural tools, knives, sickles for cutting rice, there was Mr. Tuyen’s blacksmith shop.
If anyone wants to repair furniture or make new ones, Mr. Ha and his son can help.
Most of the tables and chairs are made from trees cut in the village. His workshop only has a few long and short hand saws, but the round trees are all cut into planks by him and his father, then used to make tables, chairs, beds, and cabinets for newly married families, and doors for newly built houses according to the homeowner’s request.
On the 8th of March, on days when farming was idle and there was little work, the father and son used cardboard boards and leftover wood pieces to saw and cut into small chairs. This type of chair helped farmers sit all day bending down to pull rice seedlings in the field during the winter.
It is present in every daily meal, in every family, the small chairs help everyone sit together around wooden trays of food, by the winter fire, now it is present there, under Mrs. Binh’s big, bold buttocks, the thin, knee-length shorts she is wearing, the sitting position, making her buttocks spread out, plump and plump
Mrs. Binh was still sitting by the fire, I was still standing, not daring to sit down because I was hesitant and shy, my head was dark because I didn’t know what to do.
She looked up, her eyes sparkling, her lips smiling…her voice was clear, pure, and soft.
Come on, the best boy in the village, don’t you feel cold? She smiled, her teeth were white and even, her cheeks were rosy, her left hand gently reached up and grabbed my hand, pulling me to sit down.
Sit here to keep warm, I’ll go get some water, when I come back I’ll have some big sweet potatoes in my hand and I’ll say
You eat corn in the yard, I hang some on the clothesline, bring it in here, we can grill it and eat for fun.
I walked out into the yard, the wind from the fields blew through the yard rustling, the bundle of corn my grandmother hung swayed in the wind, the feeling of coolness and serenity… still couldn’t stop the mood of a teenage boy, it just arose instinctively… because of the promise from the pink lady this morning, now the whispers welled up, tensed up there…
Suddenly I thought what was going on. Why was she so calm? The wish to meet the pink girl tonight was now broken and suddenly slipped away. So many hopes… now, could it be… why did she… not dare because that was her, she was calm, the lush green prairie, the horse Mr. Dam had wanted to swim across the river to conquer for so many years.
I quietly looked out into the dark night… thinking… the image, the words of Mr. Dam the day before, he said she could run to the sky… he was shaking, he cherished the opportunity to catch the eagle… now, if he knew then… whoever knew then… life was over… oh my gosh
I took some corn and walked into the kitchen fire. The kettle of water my grandmother was boiling was gently simmering, the red hot coals were warming the roasted potatoes, the aroma lightly filling the room…my grandmother’s kitchen.
Grandma, here’s some corn!
yeah..you take two chopsticks to make skewers
I looked around the corner of her house. There were some bamboo sticks, skewered at the top. With both hands, I held two corn cobs and turned them gently. The smell of the dry outer layer was scorching, the smell of the fresh shell was shrinking, giving off a gentle fragrance that stirred my heart. She calmly reached over and held my hand with her left hand.
She smiled and told me to hold one for her… two skewers near the hot coals as if to help her and I reduce the feeling, the shyness because we accidentally met in this context… strange surprise
Tu
yes ma’am
where did you go today
Oh, I’m going to the shaman’s card game place, grandma.
Yes, that place is crowded every year on Tet holiday…men and young people gather
Yesterday we went to the riverbank, grandma..it wasn’t that cold out there yesterday, we sat hugging each other a lot..hehe
really..so have you seen any couple hugging tightly..yet….hehe
not yet
There were some guys sitting in the bamboo bushes below. It was so cold and windy, but they stayed until late. I wonder if there was anything interesting, but they didn’t want to go home.
hee hee…if it’s not attractive, what are the young men doing sitting there…boys and girls who get to touch that place will be so happy they won’t be able to pull their hands away.
where is that place
he died..
That place is a secret, only those who know how to keep it a secret will know. Whoever wants to hear and know how to know will know. It’s not easy to know, Tu… hehe
She smiled softly, her right hand still gently turning the corn. The aroma wafted up, making me feel light-headed. Suddenly, she pulled the corn out, peeled off a few kernels from the top, brought them close to my lips, and said… eat, it’s cooked.
Her finger lifted up to lightly touch my lips, feeling sad, sad… I was daydreaming and couldn’t think of anything, her left hand gently rubbed her calf,
I looked at her white pink calves by the fire…I asked
your legs are white
Yeah…my skin has been white since I was a girl, even when exposed to the sun it doesn’t darken, she looked at me and smiled…so, has my good grandson grown leg hair yet?
I do not care either
She reached her left hand over and lightly touched my ankle, pushed up my pant leg, and rubbed it. I felt a strange feeling like ants were crawling. I don’t know why, but somewhere inside me, it was like an electric current ran up my spine as her fingers kept rubbing my calf and up almost to my knee.
hee hee..sad grandma…
She pulled my hand to her smooth, taut legs. I don’t know why, when I closed my eyes, she gently lifted her thin pants over her smooth knees…
I don’t have leg hair yet, my skin is hot and smooth like a baby’s skin.
She stretched and patted her waist with her left hand…then she said, why has her back been so painful these past few days?
I took two fragrant, golden-brown roasted corn cobs and put them on the basket next to the charcoal stove… peeling each one and smiling…
Grandma is old now and can’t carry heavy loads. She also often complains of back pain.
no, your grandmother is old, but I’m still young..and the woman you’re about to have… often has back pain or lower abdominal pain..hehe..
So when she hurts, ask Khai to massage her.
Oh, those kids will say their necks are on fire and they won’t massage them…or…can you help me?
Can I? If someone sees me, I’ll die.
It’s okay..let me go lock the gate…then I’ll lie down on that mat..
Oh, I installed the gate already, grandma.
I hesitated shyly..she slowly stood up, on the other side of the mat spread on some bundles of straw just a few steps away from the fire, the oil lamp on the stove still gave off a dim light…
She sat down, her shoulders smooth and her chest full, I hesitated..
she smiled softly, i felt lightheaded.. sat back with legs spread, she sat in front of me, my thighs touched her butt.. so close..
sitting position like someone is beating a cold..
I asked her where it hurt.
on the shoulder with a belt
I put my hand on her shoulder, her soft shoulder…somewhere the warmth from her skin, from her flesh felt like fire was running through… gently squeezing her neck, her shoulder… she was calm…
what’s wrong ma’am..it’s already there..
hee hee..your hands are so soft
she leaned back slightly…as if falling into my arms..just a little push…her butt…will touch, that place tightens…excited..i gently tighten my thighs
My hand on her shoulder, on her neck, the soft, warm skin of her nape felt burning… I rubbed and squeezed it lightly a few times, her back gradually leaned back… her body was as soft as a noodle…
Tú… Tú… her voice is gentle..
yes, my heart is pounding…
I asked…what ma’am
let her lie down
Yes..
She leaned back and touched my chest very lightly. She turned around and placed her face right at the intersection. Just now, I was sitting with my legs spread. Her neck was rubbing. Accidentally touching that place that had been swollen and lumpy for a while now.
I reached out and gently squeezed her shoulder as she lay face down. Her soft, pink-white neck was peeking out through her closed, pensive collar.
uh..
I heard her moaning, her chest was rubbing again..she must have leaned over, I felt her full chest pressing against my thigh..soft..
Tu
Yes
Tu rubbed down to her waist..she reached around behind..slightly lifted the hem of her shirt at her waist..the exposed flesh..white and smooth, very close, her skin at her waist was smooth..her waist was small, white and pink, slender, running down, down there her buttocks were plump
I felt shy inside, my soul was moved, a feeling of melancholy arose in the warm kitchen… strangely the red coals were burning… her breath was panting
I looked down at her legs, one bent, one stretched, every now and then she seemed to gently rub the intersection… damn it, I couldn’t think of it… now her cheek was pressing on the tumor… I tensed up and it hurt…
Her lips were rubbing and rubbing… like she was smelling a rose…
uh…ma’am…
what
I’m so upset..
hee hee…where is it uncomfortable?
place…..
rub my waist
I put my hand on her waist..rubbing..caressing..my hand felt like a ghost..lightly drifting past her waist, touching the elastic layer…soft..warm, her butt skin was goosebumps…rough..ripples under my hand.
uh…her voice softly moaned…
I hesitated, intending to touch down deep… I felt her rubbing my pubic area… her butt tensed up and pressed against the mat… the straw bundle was pushed up, her pubic area pressed down, her legs bent, her legs stretched, it felt like she was looking for a pole to press her butt against, I was whispering, she was breathing heavily
her hand reached behind my back, gently holding my hand, she held it tight… pushed it deep, my hand crept along the crack of her ass… touching… the soft flesh… oh so wet, the crack of her ass, the slime on her panties… suddenly in the middle of the intersection… my crotch… she lightly bit the head between the two layers of pants… the feeling was numb
Uh…
my thighs tensed up, jerking very slightly… i bent down and inserted a few fingers… wet and slippery…
caressing, the feeling of stirring rises
I was shy, I was scared when I touched her there.. I quickly pulled my hand away.
suddenly…out there, outside Miss Hong’s house gate
whose voice is calling
Miss Hong…
hurriedly…resounded in the kitchen
I stopped, she was calm and quiet, as if she felt herself drifting with the emotions in her heart. She shook slightly, the skin on her waist was hot.
her voice was soft..Tu, why?
Grandma, is someone calling Miss Hong at the gate?
She told them to leave it alone, called a few sentences, probably bought some alcohol to drink, if not, they would go to the pharmacy to buy it.
but…i’m so scared, if someone comes in and sees me then i’ll die
Yes ..
Mrs. Binh sat up, thought for a few seconds, her head must have stopped shaking, she calmed down, outside the gate someone called again
Miss Hong
Grandma told me to go inside and take a shower, bring some popcorn to chew to relieve boredom, let me go to the gate to see how it was. I quickly walked into Miss Hong’s bathroom. I was familiar with this bathroom, it had two doors, one door leading to the kitchen, one door leading to the well. If there was any movement, I would sneak behind her kitchen, to the haystack. It was so dark at night, who would dare to enter those places?
I closed the door outside, opened the door inside, sat down on a small chair, and munched on some fragrant roasted corn kernels.
Thinking…this life, his career and his achievements in flirting with girls…now sitting here, I understand how difficult it is, suddenly having to crawl into the bathroom in winter…sitting shivering with the sound of mosquitoes buzzing…my heart is filled with so much excitement
in there…crystal laughter…oh…strange…suddenly came the voice of the old man…
Grandma Binh’s voice chattered on about Miss Hong’s situation this afternoon, the request to help look after the house to prove her presence at this hour…her voice was happy… melodious…
brother… brother come sit here to warm up
I heard her footsteps walking out into the yard, a moment later her footsteps echoed into the kitchen… here’s some tea, drink it to warm up… it’s such a cold night
Mr. Dam smiled gently… poor girl’s family… made her suffer too, at night like this, alone in a strange house, a sin to die…
hee hee..it’s okay man..i’m used to it..
how many liters do you take
Oh, if you have it, give me two cans. This afternoon, all the medicinal wines for men are gone. They came to buy them, but there’s none. I’m so upset. During Tet, everyone in the family eats and drinks well. Men need some wines that make them healthy to please their wives.
hee hee..the clear voice of Mrs. Binh..where are you all those devils..I don’t see them here..no one cares, I won’t sell you alcohol..so you guys can’t have fun..I’m suffering here..
yeah..your voice..i know it..why haven’t I seen you these past few days..
His hand reached over…I looked out from the crack of the bathroom door…He was caressing Mrs. Binh’s hand…It was so hot…He must be missing someone very much…
I don’t know..there’s no one to remember..only this damn thing was having a meal the other day…again…hehe
Mr. Dam ran his hand up Mrs. Binh’s thigh and gently stroked her butt…uh…Mrs. Binh moaned…stop teasing me too much, if someone sees, we’ll die..
Suddenly Mrs. Binh stood up…stay there…I’ll go upstairs and bring the wine down.
In just a moment, Mrs. Binh carried two cans of wine in her hands. Mr. Dam led the phoenix cart to the kitchen door and tied the two cans of wine on the cart. I saw that the two of them were very happy… tying the cans while holding hands. He said goodbye to Mrs. Binh and led the cart to the yard. Mrs. Binh stood at the kitchen door and looked out. I didn’t understand what she was thinking. Suddenly, I saw Mr. Dam turn around.
He held her hand…pulled her into his arms and said softly…miss me…let’s be together now…I miss you so much…
uh…uh…devil…go home…
who left me alone now..
you pervert…the pink house sells things
hehe..it’s okay,, with a little bit of you, she’s a prosperous businessman all year round, with a little bit of you here at the beginning of the year, who knows, maybe this year she’ll be rich all year round..
uh…let me go…the party gate is wide open, whoever comes in will die now
hehe..i locked it
……
I was nervous, surprised.. because of this scene.. damn.. no one could have predicted that there would be this scene.. Mrs. Binh has been feeling hot inside for a while now, he hasn’t talked for weeks. Now.. at the beginning of the year there is a drama to watch… oh… in there..
Mr. Dam is holding Mrs. Binh tightly. Guiding her steps..
The wild horse in Mr. Dam, today… he decided to swim across the river… to find the vast green grassland, my lady… my lady Binh… he told you to run to heaven… an opportunity like this… I was stunned… standing here, tense because out there he was attacking the fort… cornering Mrs. Binh for so many years without any enemies
oh…uh..the sound of her moaning softly..
Mr. Dam hugged tightly… his hand was slipping down to Mrs. Binh’s crotch… gently pulling down her pants… leading her… to the left mat on the pile of straw… uh… uh.. Mrs. Binh leaned slightly… Mr. Dam stroked Mrs. Binh’s shorts down to her heels… a whole patch of pink flesh hanging down, white and pink under the firelight, the lamplight… Mrs. Binh’s legs lay spread out on the mat…
Lying in the position of Mr. Dam, he was sucking Mrs. Binh’s lips, his hand hurriedly stroking and stirring down the slit… the water from there when he massaged her back… was already wet… now the light shone on her crotch… stained… he was slipping his hand into Mrs. Binh’s slit, stroking gently…
He pulled down his pants…revealing a long, plump, black, curved banana…
oh..his dick is so long..madam binh’s hand is gently stroking his head…
uh… Mrs. Binh’s moaning… Mrs. Binh’s pants fell lightly again.. The fork opened… arched like a plate of sticky rice.. He gently pulled her legs.. wet… on the big turtle’s pubic mound, green grass fluttered in the wind as he gently stroked it.
Her slit was wet, her plump lips parted…he caressed his finger…he pressed deep…uh…uh…her moans
oh…i love it…
uh..i want..
you fuck
where the fuck
It seems like Mrs. Binh forgot all the surrounding context, Mr. Dam probably doesn’t know I’m here…he used his skill…to soften Mrs. Binh…tonight, the second night…Mr. Dam, Mrs. Binh, the village’s archrival…like a miracle…heaven sent a shower of rain in the kitchen
uh… Mrs. Binh closed her eyes… hugged Mr. Dam’s back very tightly… he was turning his butt and pulling down his pants… white and pink below… black and crispy above, two pairs of thighs like soldiers fighting on a pile of hay… leaning… sitting up… I saw him press deep… Mrs. Binh screamed… oh my… I’m dying…
uh uh… slap slap… sloshing…
for a long time… he turned over and pulled Mrs. Binh’s butt up… pushed her to hold onto the pillar of the kitchen… smack… smack… smack… crackle… the pillar she held onto, her butt up, the roof shook… beams and pillars
Mrs. Binh’s voice rose…oh my god…this kitchen is about to collapse.
I sat in the bathroom laughing, on the roof the sound of rafters and tiles creaking… slap slap… the pillar… swaying…
Mrs. Binh let go.. he thrust hard from behind.. I saw her two hands bend down.. Mr. Dam pulled her hips like squeezing a frog’s hips.. while thrusting, he walked to the stove to cook alcohol.. she held onto it.. both of them pushed rhythmically.. in the light of the lamp.. the stream of water from her crotch shone down along her thighs… rolling..
The scene filled inside…is shaking and swaying…like the cowherd and weaver girl…once in a thousand years, a bridge is built…in this kitchen…by the wine stove of Miss Hong
flying high..for a long time..today the vase broke…menopause, a woman’s light is about to go out
Thinking back to the scene where the roof tiles almost fell off… I burst out laughing, thinking to myself that today you saved me.. today without you.. maybe Mrs. Binh would… eat children.
wistfully looking inside…two fighters showing off their skills…two champions
I opened the bathroom door and went out to breathe.
crawled behind the kitchen, crept out to the haystack, gently led the bike out…in there…still the sound of “uh uh”…
let’s go to Mr. Dam’s house… tonight maybe he and Mrs….
opening knife..for luck…at the beginning of the year…how many times..