"What are you busy with?"

"Can you help aunt go to the toilet?" Widow Zhang said with a blushing face.

"OK."

There was a small toilet behind her yard. Henry Zhang thought she was afraid of someone peeking, so he stood obediently in front of the toilet and held the door.

Widow Zhang’s hands were burned and wrapped in gauze, and they hurt when she moved. She called Henry Zhang over just to ask him to help her take off her belt and trousers. Who knew that he stood at the door like a piece of wood and shouted: “Brother, stand at the door.

Why don't you come in and help me take off my pants?"

"Oh." He also wanted to help Widow Zhang take off her pants, he agreed and walked in with a blush.

First, she lifted up Widow Zhang's floral dress, revealing a fair waist. Although her flesh was not as firm as that of the older girl, it had a certain charm.

Slowly untying Widow Zhang's linen trousers, her loose trousers fell to the ground.

"The floor is dirty. Don't make your pants dirty. Help Auntie put the pants on the crook of her legs and hang them." Widow Zhang ordered with a blushing face.

Henry Zhang bent down, rolled up his trousers and placed them on Widow Zhang's white legs. When he got closer, Widow Zhang's trousers seemed to have a scent, and even the smell of the toilet could no longer be smelled.

Henry Zhang felt it was novel and sniffed twice through her red pants. There was indeed a faint fragrance.

The ashamed Widow Zhang nodded Henry Zhang's head with her chin, blushed and spat: "The toilet smells so bad, what's so good about it?"

"Aunt, your place smells pretty good." Henry Zhang smiled.

"If you don't do anything right for a day, you will talk nonsense." Widow Zhang spat, and then said: "Go back and help me take off my pants."

"oh."

Henry Zhang turned around, reached back and pulled down Widow Zhang's pants.

"Have you taken it off?" Henry Zhang tilted his head, pretending to ask a question, but actually looking at Widow Zhang with his peripheral vision.

He was curious about what was different. Widow Zhang had a scent.

I glanced over it and couldn't see clearly, but there was one thing about her that was completely hairless, it was a white tiger!

"What are you looking at! Why don't you go out yet!" Widow Zhang realized his little move and became angry and asked Henry Zhang to go out.

Henry Zhang then left the toilet and waited outside the door.

From the sound, one could tell that Widow Zhang had been holding her urine for a long time. It took a while for the sound of rushing water to disappear. Widow Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, but she was already holding it in.

After peeing, a problem arises. When she came here in a hurry, she didn’t bring toilet paper. She is a very clean person and feels dirty if she doesn’t wipe it. Besides, even if there is toilet paper now, her hands are bandaged like steamed buns and there is no way to use them. Zhang

The widow had no choice but to seek help from Henry Zhang outside the door: "Brother, have you brought toilet paper?"

Henry Zhang touched his pocket, took out a piece of straw paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the toilet.

Seeing that he didn't come in and the paper fell to the ground, Widow Zhang cursed: "You brat, I asked you to bring it in instead of throwing it in. Can I catch it with my hand now?"

Henry Zhang patted his head and forgot about it, and said first: "Aunt, cover the place you should cover, I'm coming in."

"Um."

When Henry Zhang came in, he saw Widow Zhang blushing, squatting on the pit and clamping her legs to prevent him from seeing the place. He smiled and said: "I have seen the woman there a long time ago. There is nothing strange about it." After that, he picked it up.

He picked up the papyrus and handed it to Widow Zhang.

Widow Zhang gritted her teeth and said, "I can't move my hands, please help me wipe it."

"What?" This was the first time to wipe a woman's urine, and Henry Zhang was stunned.

"I said, help me wipe it clean down there with straw paper." Widow Zhang's face was so red that water dripped from her face.

Henry Zhang then took the tissue paper with his hand and wiped it between Widow Zhang's legs. Seeing her clamping tightly, he said: "Aunt, please spread your legs a little further, so I can't wipe it."

Widow Zhang gritted her silver teeth and just looked at it. She uncrossed her legs and closed her eyes in shame.

Henry Zhang took a clear look and saw that there was really no hair between her legs, just like a plump jade clam, with a few drops of crystal water trembling in the red and tender flesh.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you wipe it quickly?" Widow Zhang scolded with her eyes rounded.

Seeing that she was angry, Henry Zhang didn't dare to look closely, so he wiped her clean and put on her pants. Then the two of them walked out of the toilet.

Widow Zhang walked into the courtyard wall of her home and suddenly started crying sadly.

Henry Zhang asked with concern: "Aunt, what's wrong with you today? Why do you keep crying?"

"Brother, you have seen it. A white tiger is unlucky for my aunt. She kills my husband and kills my mother-in-law. My father-in-law beats and scolds me every day, saying that sooner or later I will kill my whole family. What do you think my aunt should do?"

What to do?" Widow Zhang cried while hugging Henry Zhang.

"It's all feudal superstition. I don't believe it." Xiao Yang said.

"Also, my father-in-law not only beats me often, but also wants to bully me. My aunt is very tired from her life. If she hadn't had a baby, she would have jumped into the river and died."

"He still wants to bully you? How?" Henry Zhang knew that Widow Zhang's father-in-law, Old Li Tou, was a dry and thin old man.

When Widow Zhang saw him asking this, she blushed and choked up: "When he saw that my mother-in-law was dead and my husband was dead, he often came to harass me and wanted to take advantage of me."

Picking out the ashes? Even his own son’s mother-in-law wants to do it, but is she no longer a human being?

Henry Zhang felt a surge of anger in his heart. He thought about it and thought of a way to tell Widow Zhang.

Widow Zhang stopped crying after hearing the solution, and Lihua asked with rain, "Is this possible?"

"Okay, let's take a look at mine." Henry Zhang said.

As the sun set, Lao Li Tou returned from working in the fields, preparing as always to eat and drink at his wife's home. As soon as he reached the entrance of the village, he could smell the aroma of the food wafting from the wall of Widow Zhang's courtyard in the distance.

Lao Li walked in with a hoe on his shoulder and humming a rural tune.

Widow Zhang was setting up in the yard, and she had dressed up carefully. Judging from her face, she was in a good mood. Seeing that there were meat and vegetables on the table, and a rare bottle of wine, Old Li's dry face smiled like a chrysanthemum, thinking in his heart.

Could it be that my wife has figured it out and is willing to live with an old man like him?

"Father, let's eat. I'm ready."

Widow Zhang took the bowl and chopsticks and looked at Old Li Tou with a smile, not to mention how kind and beautiful he was.

Lao Li was stunned when he saw this. He sat down and took a sip of wine before he regained his composure. It seemed that the widowed daughter-in-law couldn't help herself and she finally agreed to it.

Widow Zhang kept urging her to drink, and Old Li Tou drank happily. After half the bottle was down, Old Li Tou showed his ambition to sleep with his daughter-in-law, and began to touch Widow Zhang dishonestly with his hands.

It was also strange. Today, Widow Zhang tore open her clothes at once, as if she wanted to touch Lao Li's head happily.

Lao Li smiled and stretched out his hand to grab his daughter-in-law's vagina. At this moment, the door was kicked open.

Xiao Yang and Liu Lazi and several villagers rushed in, banging gongs with their hands and shouting: "Old Li is shameless, he wants to dig out the ashes! Old Li is shameless, everyone comes to see..."

The sound of gongs also attracted many surrounding villagers.

A note to readers:
Chapter completed!