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

"Wow, this river is so clear, there's so much water!"

Li Ruoxue was the first to shout out, she was overjoyed.

It was a hot day, and He Xiulan and Li Ruoxue were only wearing shirts with nothing underneath.

He Xiulan's shirt was slightly transparent, and you could see the flesh underneath.

"Can I go swimming?" Li Ruoxue asked Lin Daxu, turning around to ask.

"Go ahead, but be careful not to get swept away." Lin Dachun led the old donkey to rest first.

Li Ruoxue and He Xiulan went to play in the water.

Lin Dachun unloaded the water bucket, fed the old donkey water, and then led it to a place with abundant tender grass so that the old donkey could eat its fill.

"Old donkey, old donkey, old black donkey, I know you're getting old, but hang in there. Don't worry, I, Lin Dachun, am a man of feeling. I won't sell you or kill you. I'll take care of you when you're old and see you off in your final days."

Lin Dachun gently stroked the old black donkey's head, comforting it.

This old black donkey is very intelligent.

Thinking about it, the women in the village gave him nicknames like "Big Black Donkey" and "Old Black Donkey," probably to associate him with this old black donkey.

Let them do as they please.

On the riverbank, the cheerful laughter of Li Ruoxue and He Xiulan startled the water birds in the reeds.

Li Ruoxue squatted by the water, her white shirt with blue flowers rolled up high, carefully turning over a slippery stone.

"Sister Xiulan, come and see!" she called out in a low voice, her cheeks flushed red from the sun.

He Xiulan waded through the shallow water barefoot, her trousers rolled up to her knees, revealing her muscular calves.

"Wow, it's huge!"

Her eyes lit up, and she reached out to grab the frightened little crab under the rock.

The shadows of the two women swayed in the shimmering water.

Li Ruoxue's face still held a hint of shyness;

He Xiulan was a widow and was somewhat attracted to Lin Dachun. At this moment, they forgot their identities and the hardships of their lives, and only cared about searching for treasure in the water.

"You two certainly know how to find a cool place!"

A rough, gruff voice came from the slope.

Lin Dachun had finished tending to the old donkey and filled the water bucket with water. He then came over to meet up with Li Ruoxue and He Xiulan.

His face, tanned bronze by the sun, was lined with wrinkles as deep as ravines on a loess slope.

"It's hot, come down and cool off! You should come too." Li Ruoxue looked up and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Your clothes and pants are all wet!" Lin Dachun shouted.

"It's hot, it'll dry in the sun," Li Ruoxue called out.

Farmers aren't that particular; if something gets wet, so be it. They'll just dry it in the sun or wear it anyway, and they're unlikely to get sick.

"I'm old, why would I joke around with you guys? Haha. You guys are still just kids." In Lin Dachun's eyes, they were in their twenties and thirties, but they really were just kids.

But youth, that vitality and joy, that innocence, and that milky, sweet scent—it's truly pleasant to smell.

The river water was crystal clear, and the beautiful woman had a delicate, pink complexion; it was a sight to behold.

Lin Dachun looked around; it was midday, and there was no one in the river.

"Okay, I'll play with you guys for a while, but don't lose!"

Lin Dachun took off his clothes, pants, and shoes, and went into the river to play with them.

As soon as he stepped into the water, He Xiulan scooped up a handful of water and splashed it at him: "Uncle Dachun, take this!! The two of us will take on you, hahaha."

"You little rascal, Xiulan!" Lin Dachun wiped his face, his hearty laughter echoing through his chest.

Lin Dachun bent down and scooped up water to retaliate. The water droplets sparkled in the sunlight, like a handful of broken silver.

The two women's clothes were quickly soaked.

Li Ruoxue's white shirt with blue flowers clung to her body, highlighting the curves of a young woman;

He Xiulan's gray cloth jacket was a darker shade;

The wet clothes clung tightly to her body, and she was wearing nothing underneath. The way they clung to her body, her figure, and her wetness were simply amazing.

Lin Dachun's eyes bulged out.

Although Li Ruoxue often sleeps naked at home.

But being wet always has a unique allure.