pjbooks Chapter 116 Widow Su
Chapter 116 Widow Su
"It's a hybrid?" Li Ruoxue blushed.
"Why are you blushing? It's not an embarrassing word," Lin Dachun said with a smile.
Li Ruoxue's face turned even redder.
"Does this sea buckthorn have any unique benefits?" Li Ruoxue asked.
"Of course. The common sea buckthorn has larger and fuller berries, which are suitable for making juice. This variety, however, has darker, drier berries, which are not suitable for juicing. But it has a huge advantage: it is extremely nutritious. In Chinese medicine shops, it is a high-value medicinal herb and sells for a very high price. It is also a raw material for many rare health products," Lin Dachun explained.
Hearing this, Li Ruoxue was quite impressed: "How do you know everything?"
Li Ruoxue was starting to admire him.
"Oh my, I grew up on the Loess Plateau, how could I not know sea buckthorn? The older generation all know. When they get sick, they treat themselves by gathering herbs." Lin Dachun was telling the truth.
"It's so precious, I'll give it plenty of fertilizer."
As she spoke, Li Ruoxue pulled down her pants and sprayed a large amount of urine on the few sea buckthorn berries.
"You silly child."
Lin Dachun was speechless.
The two of them were busy on the mountain.
The two didn't return home until the sun had set.
"You can go ask Widow Su. Everyone in the village says she's a slut, and she might agree to work as a prostitute in town," Li Ruoxue suddenly brought up the topic.
"The widow Su? Su Guifeng?" Lin Dachun asked.
"Yeah, everyone says she's a slut," Li Ruoxue replied seriously.
"Hmm, I'll ask about it tonight."
"When you go to her house tonight, be careful she doesn't bewitch you; she's a real vixen," Li Ruoxue warned.
Lin Dachun went to see Widow Su after dinner.
The dark loess plateau resembles an overturned pot.
Lin Dachun deliberately took a long detour, going through a rarely used path behind the village—he didn't want anyone to see him or suspect anything.
Widow Su's house was located on the edge of a ditch at the western end of the village. It consisted of three old cave dwellings, with half of the courtyard wall collapsed and haphazardly blocked by some dead branches.
This place is deserted; even dogs don't like to come here on weekdays.
but.
There are plenty of old bachelors, widowers, hooligans, and lecherous old men who come here.
The courtyard gate was ajar.
Lin Dachun stood at the door for a while and heard the sound of rushing water inside, as if someone was washing clothes.
He cleared his throat: "Is Miss Su home?"
The sound of water stopped.
After a long while, the door creaked open a crack.
Widow Su leaned half her body out.
She was wearing a drab old shirt today, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing her two wet forearms.
Her hair was haphazardly pulled back, with a few strands falling down and sticking to her sweaty forehead.
His face was pale, with only two dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept well.
"Uncle Da Chun?" Widow Su was somewhat surprised, her eyes flickering. "A rare guest indeed."
Lin Dachun looked around: "Shall we go inside and talk?"
Widow Su hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside to let him in.
A row of clothes hung out to dry in the courtyard; they were all coarse old shirts, washed until faded, and looked like banners beckoning souls in the gloomy sky.
The air was filled with the strong smell of soapberry, mixed with the dampness of the soil.
Once inside the cave dwelling, the light became even dimmer.
The room was fairly clean, but it was empty, with only an earthen bed, a broken table, two wooden boxes, and nothing else.
A little girl of about five or six years old was sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), playing with a few smooth sheep knuckle bones. When she saw a stranger come in, she timidly shrank into the corner.
"Yaya, call him Uncle," said Widow Su.
The little girl didn't say anything, she just stared at Lin Dachun with wide eyes.
"It's alright, the child is just shy." Lin Dachun sat down on the stool at the table.
The stool legs were a bit wobbly, so he shifted them to find a stable seat.
Widow Su poured him a bowl of water. The water was warm, and there was a chip in the rim of the bowl.
"Uncle Dachun, you don't come here often. It doesn't seem like you're just here for a visit, does it?" Widow Su asked with a smile.
"What, can't I visit other people's homes?" Lin Dachun retorted.
"When do you have time to visit other people's homes? You're probably sleeping on the kang with that Ruoxue at night, aren't you? You've become addicted to that kang, haven't you?" Widow Su's words were loaded with meaning.