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On Laoling Mountain lies a village called Wanwanchuan, and in that village lived an old man named Geng Huochui. Speaking of Geng Huochui, his reputation was truly legendary—a local scoundrel. This man was a man of integrity, upright in conduct and conduct, valuing his reputation more than life itself. His wife died before he was 30. He raised his son, Dongbao, alone until he was over 60.
In winter, Bao and the young people in the village, the old man showed off his daughter-in-law’s beauty, and the villagers of the whole village set two rules for his son: one is to earn clean money and get ahead; the other is to have little contact with wild women and want a new daughter-in-law! If you don’t abide by these two rules, you will die outside.
However, recently Geng Huochui, who’s always been known for his “stick” (a metaphor for a sharp tongue), has suddenly become “pouty”! He even made a huge mess of roasted chicken, how embarrassing! What do you think? He earned the nickname “Ashes-Removing Father-in-Law” (a derogatory term for a father-in-law who is considered unlucky in love). Isn’t that ridiculous?
It was a coincidence.
That day, Old Geng went to the market and bought a bunch of pork. Xiumei made a delicious soup, and Old Geng drank five bowls. In the middle of the night, oh no! His stomach rumbled loudly. It was early morning, and Old Geng couldn’t contain himself. He first opened his belt, grabbed his pants, and jumped up and down into the small house. There was no one there. “Wow!” he exclaimed as he opened the door. “Ah!” A plum blossom with white petals appeared on the floor, and Old Geng was shocked. Xiumei, seeing her father, blushed and pointed at the older man’s head with her pants, saying, “You…you…don’t…”
All of this was witnessed by Wang Jinman, the neighbor, early that morning. Within half a day, the whole village knew that Old Man Geng was surreptitiously watching his wife’s buttocks, and the more secretive it was, the more distorted Old Man Geng’s behavior became. The former village secretary even came to talk to Old Man Geng that evening, saying, “Brother, if you really want to endure this, you can’t just find another wife and son; you can’t be like a rabbit trying to eat the grass near its burrow…” Before he could finish, the older man slapped him and yelled, “Get out of here!” From that moment on, Old Man Geng never left his house, never entered his own home, and started his own cooking business. He remained confined to his yard, and if he needed to relieve himself, he went to a secluded spot far from home, afraid of spreading rumors again. He truly didn’t need to live.
That night, only the sounds from Xiumei’s house, separated by a wall, could be heard. Old Geng pricked up his ears. Unexpectedly, someone had come. His son had been away from home for seven or eight months; this was the first time he’d heard of such a thing. “You want to show off, oh Xiumei! Winter’s a little bit of a hardship for you, how could you do such a thing?” Thinking this, Old Geng’s stubborn temper flared up again. He thought, “You audacious lecher! You think you can bully my Geng family because we have no one else?! I’m really going to take care of this today!” With that thought, Old Geng slipped on his clothes, grabbed a wooden stick from the kitchen, and rushed out. The cold wind instantly cooled his anger. “What? In the middle of the night, you went to your wife’s house to catch her? If you didn’t catch her, you’d lose your reputation as a ‘picker of ashes’ and have to jump into the Yellow River!” Thinking this, Old Geng threw down the stick, went back inside, and slept like a pancake until dawn, his eyes bloodshot.
The next day, just as dawn broke, Old Man Geng came to Xiumei’s room and saw her frantically hiding her clothes, which were soaked through. There were even traces of grass stuck to her hair. Old Man Geng became even more excited, thinking, “That’s enough!” Xiumei happily went to the Tian family’s house. “You’ve got the blame pinned on your grandfather again! You’ve really gone too far with this two-birds-with-one-stone game!” he thought to himself, saying aloud, “Xiumei, Dongbao has been gone for seven or eight months. I need to write him a letter and ask him to come back!” Xiumei replied, “What’s the rush? It’s only been a little over six months.” Seeing her expression, Old Man Geng knew she was determined not to see Dongbao again. He sighed deeply and returned home.
That night, the sound of a man and woman talking could be heard coming from Xiumei’s room. What was even stranger was that the voice sounded so familiar! Old Geng didn’t pay much attention, but bent down and got off the kang (a heated brick bed), sneaking up to the back window of Xiumei, and pricked up his ears to catch a glimpse of the sound coming from inside.
First, he heard Xiumei crying, then he heard the person say, “…This is top secret. Don’t let my uncle know…Let’s hurry.” Uncle? Hurry up? Geng Laopeng, upon closer listening to the voice, felt a sudden headache coming on. He realized that this person was none other than Xiaomanzi from the neighboring village, Geng Laonan’s nephew! Old Geng was furious, thinking to himself, “This is like a rabbit eating the grass near its burrow—what a mess!”
Hearing a shout of “Zhi Niu Xing!” from outside the door, two figures walked one after the other towards the back mountain. Old Geng steeled himself and got up as well. He thought to himself, “I can’t bring myself to say a word to my daughter-in-law, but I can kill any wound I have against my nephew. You son of a bitch, look what I’ve done to you today!”
After navigating several gullies, dawn broke, and the two figures ahead became clearer. As they walked, Old Geng suddenly paused, realizing that this wasn’t Tongtian Cave. Caves were cool in both winter and summer, large enough to house many people. The bandits from Chen Erpoczi’s time had long occupied this area. Could it be that these two ungrateful lovers had stolen the cave for their tryst? Thinking of the old man, Geng quickened his pace, not wanting to appear unaware, and Xiaoman also quickened hers, rushing forward. When Geng, panting heavily, reached the top of the mountain, the old man saw Xiu Mei, squatting on the ground with her gleaming buttocks, clearly trying to stop Geng from moving forward. Geng’s blood boiled so violently that he bit down, drawing blood. He thought to himself, “I can’t even tell anyone about my reputation as a father-in-law.”
Old Geng returned home, slammed his knife on the kang (a heated brick bed), and fell ill. He refused to eat or drink, spending his days leaning against the kang, lost in thought. Xiumei would come over every day, bringing him food and drink. Sometimes she would reach out her delicate hand to touch his forehead, but looking at Xiumei’s hand terrified Old Geng more than seeing a poisonous snake; he wouldn’t let her touch it no matter what. He could only silently say in his heart, “Dongbao, Dongbao, you don’t like to walk the straight path alone outside. I can’t control your wife. If anything happens to you, I really can’t go on living.”
That night, Old Geng, a senile old man, was awakened. He opened his eyes and found his son, Dong Bao, standing there. Having not seen him for nearly a year, Dong Bao was timid, his face pale, and his eyes lacked spirit. Seeing Old Geng awake, Dong Bao knelt down before him, and Xiu Mei knelt down behind him as well.
Seeing his son and daughter-in-law kneeling on the ground, Old Geng asked, “What’s wrong with you?” As he spoke, Old Geng secretly reminded himself: Xiu Mei’s man would never admit it. He had said he didn’t want women all his life, but that was just a facade. With his son not home, what was so unforgivable about it?
At this moment, Dong Bao spoke up: “Dad, your son didn’t do a good job when he went out.”
Upon hearing this, Lao Geng sat up straight and listened to Dong Bao recount what had happened when he went out to work.
Initially, when Dongbao was searching for work, a group of drug dealers targeted him. They saw his simple, honest, and straightforward nature and slowly used addictive drugs to get him to work. Under the guise of taking him on a trip abroad, they used manipulation methods to hide the drugs in his body and bring them home for profit. Later, Dongbao’s secret was reported, and the public security organs arrested the gang. However, Dongbao was severely addicted to drugs and was afraid to go to a rehabilitation center. The public security organs notified the local government, and his father was humiliated. He secretly ran back and asked Xiumei to help him detoxify. Xiumei, a woman, couldn’t force Dongbao to quit drugs when he became addicted. She found a young man to help her tie Dongbao to a stone pillar in a cave for forced detoxification. That day, Old Man Geng followed Xiumei to the mountains. He accidentally revealed the drugs and really wanted GongDie to see his son’s appearance. Not only could the father not live, but the son was also mentally devastated. Old Man Geng was stubborn and couldn’t explain his life. In desperation, Xiumei remembered that he squatted down and pretended to relieve himself to prevent GongDie from doing so.
Old Geng wanted to talk about the misunderstanding, but Dong Bao covered his father’s mouth and said, “Father, don’t I know what kind of person you are?”
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