The Hot Wife of a Farm Girl Is in Charge

The sun is scorching, there is not a trace of wind in the air, and walking is as boring as frying an egg in a frying pan. "Zhang Chunhua, I'll fuck your uncle." A roar shook the sky, and several decayed willow trees in front of the old well in Qinggang Village dropped many leaves. Looking down from the not too blue sky in Qinggang Village, there are piles of dark yellow haystacks bunched up in the fields outside the village. These strawstacks harvested last year have many uses. In addition to being used as scraps for mules and horses, the wooden beds of each household are also covered with a thick layer. Even the thatched cottage where Zhang Chunhua lives is made of this stuff. …