Chapter 38
Relying on mountains for food, relying on water for sustenance, Shanghe Village had both. Beyond scratching a living from the yellow dirt year-round, villagers often fished the river or hunted game in the hills.
The river in Shanghe Village teemed with naturally grown fish—small but flavorful, fetching a good price. But wild fish were scarce. Poor villagers, seeing fish and shrimp as cash, quickly fished them out. Rarity made them valuable, but when even a trace of fish vanished, the species was done for. That income stream was dead.
Yet Long Gen could catch fish anytime. His skill was unmatched, and he knew the right spots.
Upstream, the river led to a deep, old forest few villagers dared enter—not even hunters with guns. Rumors spoke of spotted leopards ready to devour anyone.
"Bullshit!" Long Gen scoffed. In a village so small you could smell someone's stew from across the way, a leopard on that scrubby hill?
Only Long Gen knew the stream's source was in those mountains, where fish, shrimp, and turtles flowed out. That's why he always caught big turtles to stew at home—how else could his cock grow so massive?
"Mmm... ah... mmm... oh..."
Suddenly, intermittent moans and grunts echoed. Long Gen froze, familiar with the sound—he'd just heard Huang Cuihua's cries earlier.
But what puzzled him was, who else dared sneak a fling in broad daylight? Which woman was bold enough to cheat, ignoring his perfect cock?
Following the sounds, Long Gen crept into the forest. A big yellow ox was tied to a tree, glancing at him before grazing. The moans grew louder.
"That's Wei Wenwu's ox!" Long Gen recognized it—only the village chief's family had one.