The village wife is so beautiful

"Stone, it's time to go to the ground!"

Little aunt Fang Guizhi knocked on the door and window softly, and called the stone softly.The land has just been contracted to the households, and every household has worked hard enough to dig out more grain from the barren land.

Stone hummed, and opened his eyes. The sky was just bright, and the window was hazy, and Fang Guizhi's face was not clear.He turned over and wanted to sleep a little longer.

Tuk tuk...

Fang Guizhi's knock on the door didn't mean to stop.The ridge was just raised yesterday, and in the morning, the sweet potato sprouts were planted in the mist.For the villagers who are often hungry, it is more important to prepare crops on time.

"Auntie, I'm sleepy." Stone mumbled, and turned over again.

"Stone, I will cut the sweet potato seedlings in the field first. You can sleep for a while. When I finish cutting, we will go to the riverside to plant seedlings together." Fang Guizhi saw the stone sleeping soundly and couldn't bear to call her up immediately.

The stone squinted for a while, and couldn't lie down anymore, he turned over and approved a coat.The weather in April was still a bit cool in the morning. Fog enveloped the entire Furong Bay, and the village seemed to be fished from the water, still carrying wet moisture.

Furong Bay is a large village on the south coast of the Yangtze River. There are more than 500 households. It is backed by a big mountain. There is a large farmland under the mountain. The farmland is the Furong Creek. Water bay.The shores of Dashuiwan are covered with wood hibiscus. From April to May, red, white and pink hibiscus blooms on both sides of the stream. From a distance, it looks like a large red cloud has fallen on the Furong Creek.Furong Bay got its name from this.

Shitou's home is not far from Furong Creek. Just as he opened the door, a rush of cold water vapor rushed over his face, so comfortable!He stretched his waist and called Mu Ma.Mom was not in the house and was invited away by the team secretary’s wife early in the morning.Stone's Mu's mother is a skilled tailor. She makes clothes in several nearby villages.

"Stone, help me lift the sweet potato seedlings." Fang Guizhi heard the door knock in the ground and knew that the stone had risen.

The stone jumped over the fence and walked to the field where the sweet potato plants were placed.The tender and raw sweet potato vines have grown for a foot, and they are particularly green in the wet steam.The little aunt squatted in the center of the sweet potato vine, pouting a round fart, and the scissors in her hand clanged, and the sweet potato sprouts with dewdrops were placed one yard in the basket.

"Auntie, don't cut too much, it looks like the sun is going to come out. If you can't finish it, it will be wasted." Shishi said.

"When I cut this basket, let's go to the ground." Fang Guizhi stood up and wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve.Her coat has been taken off, only a floral shirt is left, with two bulges on her chest.Maybe it was because of squatting for too long, Fang Guizhi felt dizzy, and swayed two steps and fell towards the stone.

The stone hugged Fang Guizhi and shouted for help. He was frightened.

"Stone, I...I'm fine." Fang Guizhi smiled and looked at the stone.

"Auntie, let me help you go back to your room and rest." Shishi said.

"No, I'm not that squeamish." Fang Guizhi took two deep breaths, blushing and stood up.

The stone lifted a basket of sweet potato seedlings out of the fence, and a few early men flew over and pecked.He kicked it, and the father flew up.

"Stone, look at it. I'll cut it right away." Fang Guizhi bent over and picked the thick and tender vines to cut.Sweet potatoes are best served, as long as the rain is good, there will be a harvest in a few months.

Shishi looked at the back of her little aunt squatting in the sweet potato field, and a feeling filled her heart.My aunt is like a sweet potato sprout in the ground, tender enough to squeeze out water, as long as you take good care of it, you can produce a nest of big sweet potatoes.The stone rubbed his hand lightly, and the feeling of touching Fang Guizhi's body was still left in the palm of his hand. It was very tender and slippery, and there was an indescribable fragrance.

Fang Guizhi was brought back by the stone father from the mountains to be his younger uncle's wife. Everyone in the village said that he was blessed to marry such a beautiful woman.Only the stone knows that Guizhi actually doesn't like his uncle, but because he is forced to survive, he is wronged to marry a skinny lame.

"Stone, come forward." Fang Guizhi shouted again.

The stone jumped into the yard and ran towards Fang Guizhi quickly.

"Stone, slow down, don't step on the loofah seedlings that are just emerging." Fang Guizhi said in a soft mountain voice. Although it was a reproach, he didn't mean to be angry.

Stone liked listening to her very much. Her words seemed to smell of honey, which made him feel flustered.However, this feeling is very hazy.Stone walked to the little aunt's side, picked up the food basket, and found that her trousers were wet and her tight body was revealed.

Fang Guizhi glanced at him angrily when he saw Shishi staring at his ass.

"Auntie, go and change your pants." Stone whispered.

"What's wrong with my pants?" Fang Guizhi turned his head and looked at it.

"Urine...wet wet..." The stone didn't dare to look at Fang Guizhi. Fang Guizhi's full body pressed him visually, and he felt choking.