Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Although he was pinned down by Wang An and unable to move, he still had to endure the constant urge to break down the door.

However, it must be said that Mu Xueqing's words were quite sharp, and she said all sorts of things, such as wanting to fight Wang An to the death, risk her life, and even perish together.

No matter what you do, Mu Xueqing just won't accept it, she's defiant in every way, she'll still not accept it even if you kill her.

Wang An, of course, did not tolerate Mu Xueqing. The force with which he whipped Mu Xueqing became heavier and more violent. He simply did not regard Mu Xueqing as a human being. With each blow, he wished he could kill Mu Xueqing.

That's right, that's exactly it, that guy is really ruthless.

But I must say, Mu Xueqing's body is really good, she's incredibly resilient.

Despite the force, Mu Xueqing remained stubborn, muttering incessantly.

Even though she was incredibly resilient, Mu Xueqing was still just a woman, so after enduring for more than 10 minutes, she finally broke down in tears and spoke softly.

"Xiao An, I was wrong, Xiao An, I was wrong, okay? Please be gentle."

Wang An, however, said with a grin:
"What should you call me again? You actually dare to call me Xiao An? I've really spoiled you."

Mu Xueqing was so badly beaten that she was almost delirious. After thinking for a moment, she changed her form of address:

"Honey, I was wrong, honey, I was really wrong, please forgive me."

To be honest, television is definitely a great thing.

In Northeast China during that era, there was no such term as "husband." Instead, the woman would usually address the man as "shopkeeper," "head of the household," or "father of the children," or simply by his name.

The term "husband" came from movies and TV dramas.

Therefore, the existence of television has also popularized a lot of external knowledge for those who watch it.

Since there was a television to teach Mu Xueqing, Wang An instructed Mu Xueqing to address him that way when they were on the kang (heated brick bed).

To be honest, Wang An didn't particularly like the term "husband." After all, in his previous life, all the women who had interacted with him had called him that.

Wang An made Mu Xueqing call him that because every time he asked Mu Xueqing to call him "husband," Mu Xueqing would feel very embarrassed, and her pink little face would turn rosy.

Not only was her face flushed, but her ears and neck were also rosy, as if saying the word "husband" was a great insult to Mu Xueqing.

What Wang An liked to see was Mu Xueqing's shy and embarrassed appearance.

At this time, Mu Xueqing not only looked even more beautiful, but she also became incredibly charming. Her alluring, shy, and coquettish demeanor was so captivating that it instantly made people's mouths water.

Each time this happened, Wang An felt the immense power within him increase imperceptibly.

After Mu Xueqing finished speaking, Wang An continued with a smile:
"Say some nice things, and then call me 'good husband' a few more times. If you make me happy the day after tomorrow, I'll let you off the hook, hehehehehe."

After saying that, Wang An continued working on his tasks single-handedly, incredibly fast, like a high-powered diesel engine with its throttle welded shut – both fierce and domineering. However, the shameless and lewd expression on Wang An's face perfectly embodied the word "scoundrel," making one want to punch him a few times!
And so, after Mu Xueqing called Wang An her good husband countless times, Wang An finally smiled and gave all his pent-up power to Mu Xueqing.

These extremely precious and invaluable primordial powers were all completely intact and received by Mu Xueqing without any loss.

Fortunately, Wang An did not come away empty-handed. At this moment, Wang An felt extremely satisfied, as if he had completed a transformation.

Wang An felt as if his soul had left his body, experiencing a sense of ethereal bliss, as if his soul had flown to the heavens.

I have to say, this feeling is fucking amazing! Absolutely fantastic!

Mu Xueqing stopped muttering and half-closed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought, as if she were experiencing something very happy and joyful.

However, it was not hard to tell from her slightly trembling eyelashes that she had also entered a state of celestial being descending from heaven.

A few minutes later, Mu Xueqing suddenly opened her eyes, then swung her hand and slapped Wang An on the shoulder with a crisp "smack." At the same time, Mu Xueqing pretended to be a little disgusted and said:
"Alright? Can you get out of my way? Don't you know you're heavy enough to die on your own?"

Wang An, jolted back to his senses by the slap, quickly pinned Mu Xueqing down again, then grinned wickedly:

"You dare to act all cocky with us again? Do you believe I'll teach you a lesson later?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Xueqing's carefully constructed momentum vanished instantly, replaced by a fawning tone as she said:
"Alright, alright, honey, I was wrong. Let's go to sleep now, or you'll drive me crazy."

Wang An chuckled, kissed Mu Xueqing's smooth oval face, then rolled to the left and lay down on his own pillow at the end of the kang (heated brick bed).

Mu Xueqing got up, rearranged the bedding, lay down again, snuggled into Wang An's arms, and then closed her eyes to fall asleep.

Wang An looked down at Mu Xueqing, reached out and hugged her, and slowly closed his eyes.

The whole room immediately became quiet.
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Nothing was said that night, and dawn broke in the blink of an eye.

After practicing martial arts and having breakfast, Wang An saw Wang Dazhu fiddling with rakes and pitchforks for dumping manure, as well as pickaxes and two-pronged tools for shoveling manure. Wang An knew that Wang Dazhu was preparing to start dumping manure.

Every year, as soon as the ice melts, all kinds of farm work begin.

Wang An glanced at the farm tools, then turned to look at the huge pile of manure in the southwest corner, which resembled a small mountain. His lips twitched several times involuntarily.

With so much manure, even if you used a large Liberation truck, it would probably take twenty or thirty truckloads. How long would it take to dump all that manure?

If we were to dump all this excrement, wouldn't that be exhausting?

After dumping the manure, it had to be transported to the fields, truckload after truckload, and then the manure piles had to be scattered, which was called spreading the manure.

Then comes sowing, seedling raising, transplanting, weeding, hoeing twice, fertilizing twice, clearing the land, cutting large weeds, spraying pesticides if there are insects, and irrigating the land if the crops are dry.
Damn it, once you start farm work, there's no end in sight. You can only rest when it gets cold and freezing.

The term "tangdi" mentioned here is a local name; it essentially refers to mounding soil around crops to encourage them to take deeper root systems, which helps them withstand wind and cold and increases their yield. (End of Chapter)