The kang (heated brick bed) for left-behind women

Chapter 137 Soulless

Last night.

Scarface's shop always has a different look at night.

The miners and day laborers who had worked hard during the day had all gone home and changed into their everyday clothes. At this time, those who were lustful would come out to have some fun.

Scarface knew all the people who came that night.

Old Qian, a retired accountant from the town's grain station, was as thin as a bamboo pole and had a severely hunched back.

Old Sun, formerly a minor leader, wears a pair of glasses with a broken leg taped up;

There's also Old Li, a retired worker from the meat processing plant. He's burly and strong, but he walks with a faltering gait.

The three men came over and stared at the beautiful woman on the sofa.

Old Qian spoke first, his voice dry and hoarse like sandpaper: "Scarface... are there... any new girls today?"

Scarface didn't answer.

One of the women next to me answered first:

"Old Qian, no offense, but with your health, you're still thinking about girls? Couldn't you have just taken care of that in three seconds?"

"Ha ha."

The other sisters all covered their faces and laughed.

Old Qian's face flushed red, and he stammered, unable to speak.

Old Sun, who was standing next to him, pushed up his glasses and sighed, "Sister Hua, please don't embarrass us. We...we just wanted someone to talk to."

"Exactly, at our age, isn't that three seconds normal?" Old Li argued.

A man should never admit he's incapable, even until he dies.

"Sister Hua, just tell me if you have any new tea! How much? My pension is enough!" Old Li added.

Scarface still didn't answer directly, but picked up the bottle, shook it, and the amber liquid inside gleamed warmly under the oil lamp.

"There are definitely new girls here. You're lucky to have them all today," he said slowly. "But... I have some good stuff that just arrived. You might find it useful."

The three old men's eyes were all fixed on the wine bottle.

"What's this?" Old Qian asked.

"Medicated wine." Scarface placed the bottle on the counter. "It's specially made for men. It strengthens the body and nourishes the vital energy."

Old Sun leaned closer, squinting at the label on the bottle: "Jingyang Wine? Never heard of it."

"You're right if you haven't heard of it." Scarface lowered his voice. "It's brewed with a secret recipe, and the effects... hehe, you'll know once you drink it."

Old Qian was the most anxious, reaching out to grab it: "Will this thing even work? Don't try to fool us."

Scarface pulled the bottle back: "Old Li, you can't just taste this. This liquor is strong; it needs to be paired with... the right service for the best effect."

"Package services?" The three old men were stunned.

Scarface looked around, leaned closer, and whispered, "Let me put it this way. This drink will give you a real kick. You'll feel 18 again."

"How much?"

"Two dollars for a small bottle," Scarface replied.

"So expensive? Are you slaughtering a pig? You're robbing me!" Old Qian shouted.

Two pieces.

The three old men looked at each other.

For those of them who have meager retirement pensions and still have families to support, two dollars is not a small amount.

But the anxiety and helplessness that are deeply hidden in their bodies and grow stronger with age gnaw at them like a venomous snake.

Old Qian glanced at the woman with long, beautiful legs on the sofa. That feeling of helplessness was something a man of his age couldn't accept. She refused to admit she was old and wouldn't give up, but she had been defeated by the passage of time.

Old Qian paid first.

He pulled a faded handkerchief pouch from his pocket, opened it layer by layer, and inside were a few crumpled small bills and a few relatively new large bills.

He counted out two pieces, his fingers trembling slightly. When he handed them over, the expression on his face, a mixture of shame and resolute determination, was too painful to look at closely.

Scarface took the money, quickly stuffed it into the drawer, then poured a small half-bowl of wine and pushed it towards him: "Old Qian, you drink first. After you drink, go wait in room number three at the back. Someone will take care of you. She's new here; she used to be a nurse, and she's very popular."

Old Qian picked up the bowl, his hands trembling so badly that some of the wine spilled out.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

The liquor burned as it went down my throat, like a hot thread of fire.

He coughed a few times, his face turning red quickly.

Scarface called out from behind the curtain, "Room number three!"

Old Cao looked into the cave dwelling.

He saw~~~

Old Cao's pupils dilated; he had never seen such a sensual scene in his life.

The scene was utterly unbearable to look at.

"OMG."

When Lao Cao was young, he was quite worldly and a frequent visitor to brothels.

But this...

"Aren't they distant relatives?? This is acceptable??"

Old Cao's spying lasted for an hour, completely captivating him.

Absolutely amazing.

Two hours later.

Lin Dachun led the radiant Su Wanrong out of the cave dwelling, and Old Cao hurriedly hid.

"It's getting dark, you should head back now, or Master Qian will worry about you. Be careful on the road, there are a lot of rapists on this road to town," Lin Dachun instructed.

"Hmm." Su Wanrong looked up at Lin Dachun, her eyes filled with his image.

However, in Lin Dachun's eyes, Su Wanrong's relationship with him was probably just a task given to her by Master Qian.

Su Wanrong's figure disappeared around the corner of the dirt road, her moon-white figure, like the last glimmer of dawn, was swallowed by the twilight.

Lin Dachun was still standing at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the empty road, feeling as if something had ripped out of his heart, leaving him feeling empty.

"What are you spacing out for?? Do you miss her now that she's gone?"

Li Ruoxue's voice came from behind, soft and with a hint of probing.

Lin Dachun snapped out of his daze and turned around.

Li Ruoxue stood at the entrance of the cave dwelling, her hands still covered in flour, but her eyes were fixed on him, sparkling with curiosity and a hint of something he couldn't quite understand, something akin to wariness.

"That woman just now..." Li Ruoxue bit her lower lip, "Who was she?"

Lin Dachun's nerves tightened again.

"The daughter-in-law of Master Qian of Qianjiapo," Lin Dachun answered truthfully.

"What's your relationship with her?" Li Ruoxue asked again.

"This one?" Lin Dachun scratched his head, hesitating.

"Where did you guys go? You disappeared for two hours."

Li Ruoxue deliberately extended the time by two hours, as she had little concept of the duration of that time.

But she knew that a lot could be done in two hours.

Just as Lin Dachun was wondering how to explain,

Suddenly, a noisy sound of footsteps and loud, boisterous laughter came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Brother Da Chun! Are you home?"

That's Scarface's voice.