great-warnovel Chapter 136 The loudspeaker played decadent music at night, and the second brother cut off the micro
Chapter 136 The loudspeaker played decadent music at night, and the second brother cut off the micro
It was already high in the sky, and what should have been a completely silent wilderness was now bustling with activity, like a porridge stall that had just boiled over.
However, this "lively atmosphere" was nothing short of a continuous torture for the old folks in Zhao Family Village.
"The vast horizon is my love..."
Those loudspeakers perched on tall poles tirelessly bombarded the eardrums for miles around.
The incredibly penetrating sound waves, carried by the wind, seeped into every corner of Zhao Family Village, causing the old, dilapidated window paper to tremble.
In the middle of the road.
Old Master Zhao had already stuffed two wads of cotton into his ears, but that wasn't enough, so he wrapped his head up like a dumpling with a thick cloth. Even so, he still felt that woman's singing was dancing in his head.
"An insult to civility...an insult to civility!"
Old Master Zhao's hand, which was holding a cane, was trembling. Looking at the young men who were already getting restless and starting to sway their heads to the rhythm, he was so angry his mustache almost stood on end.
"Sit still, all of you! That's demonic music! It's a bewitching potion! Anyone who dares to listen to a single word, go back to the ancestral hall and break their legs!"
However, the physical torment had only just begun.
Around noon, the blush-inducing love song suddenly stopped.
Just as Zhao Taigong breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the Qin family had finally had a change of heart,
"Sizzle—"
A hissing sound of electricity cut through the air.
Immediately afterwards, a clear, sweet female voice, even carrying a hint of freshly cooked rice aroma, came from the loudspeaker.
It wasn't singing.
Instead, they recited the names of the dishes.
Good afternoon, fellow villagers.
"This is Qin Family Radio Station. We are now broadcasting today's lunch menu from Qin Family Dining Hall."
"Today's main dish: Braised Lion's Head Meatballs. They're made with our own black pork, three parts fat and seven parts lean, deep-fried until golden and crispy, then simmered in a rich broth for two hours. One bite, and your mouth is filled with juicy, savory, and tender meat..."
Gurgle.
A middle-aged man sitting behind Zhao Taigong involuntarily bobbed his Adam's apple, his voice so loud that even the memorial tablet next to him seemed to tremble.
The sound from the loudspeaker continued, carrying that devilish allure:
"The side dish is stir-fried seasonal vegetables with minced garlic, freshly picked from the greenhouse, crisp and still covered in dew."
"The staple food is refined rice, all you can eat! There are also freshly steamed white steamed buns, so soft and fluffy like clouds. Dipping them in the braised pork broth is a delicacy that even a god wouldn't trade for..."
"Oh, right, there's a sweet soup after the meal. Today it's rock sugar pear and white fungus soup, which is soothing to the throat and relieves dryness. It's so sweet it warms you up."
"The Qin family is still hiring. As long as you're willing to work, you'll have meat every meal, and you'll get paid at the end of the month..."
If it weren't for that last sentence, it might just be considered simple boasting.
But with the addition of job postings, it becomes blatant—recruitment.
What are the people of Zhao Family Village gnawing on?
Because the village was under lockdown for ancestral worship, they were all eating hard, coarse grain buns and drinking vegetable soup that tasted like dishwater.
At this moment, listening to the descriptions of "braised pork" and "refined rice" on the loudspeaker, and then looking at the black cornbread in my hand that even a dog would disdain.
An emotion intertwined with "despair" and "longing" spread wildly among the crowd.
"Grandpa...I want to eat meat..."
The little grandson finally couldn't hold back anymore, threw down the cornbread in his hand, and burst into tears.
"Stop crying! That's poison! Eating it will rot your intestines!"
Old Master Zhao struck his grandson on the backside with his cane, roaring fiercely but inwardly weakly:
"We members of the Zhao family must have backbone! Starving to death is a small matter, but losing our integrity is a great matter! Anyone who dares to go to the Qin family to eat their handouts is a sinner of the Zhao family!"
He cursed fiercely, but the rumbling in his own stomach was even louder than the horn.
……
Night falls.
The wind in the wilderness grew fierce, making the dilapidated thatched houses in Zhao Family Village howl as if they were sobbing.
However, in stark contrast, the Qin family camp was brightly lit just a few hundred meters away.
Several huge biogas lamps were hung up, illuminating the campsite as bright as day. In the distance, one could even see wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys and smell the faint aroma of meat carried on the wind.
But the most dangerous thing was that loudspeaker.
The daytime "food bombardment" is over.
The "mental poison" for the evening has officially begun.
This time, there was no exciting rhythm, nor the allure of reciting the menu.
Instead, a melody that was never before heard in this era—lazy, lingering, and even slightly decadent—was introduced.
Those were several slow songs that Su Wan had specially selected, songs that would absolutely be considered "forbidden" in this era.
Her voice was soft and sweet, like a lover's hand gently caressing the heart.
"Night-blooming jasmine... I sing for you..."
In the quiet winter night, the song, with a deadly penetrating power, pierced directly into the beds of those young men who were full of vigor but were driven to the brink of madness by the oppression of clan rules.
At the base of the wall at the west end of Zhao Family Village.
Several young men were perched on the wall, craning their necks like a group of cats that had smelled blood, greedily watching the lights on the Qin family's side.
"It sounds so good..."
A young man named Zhao Ergou swallowed hard, his eyes glazed over.
"That young lady from the Qin family, why is her voice so sweet and alluring? It made my bones feel light as a feather."
"Don't just listen to the sound, look at that light!"
The companion next to him pointed to the bright light source in the distance:
"It's so bright, like daytime. I heard the Qin family doesn't work at night; they just play cards, have barbecues, and watch plays under that light... That's what a life should be like!"
"Here we are? Once it gets dark, we blow out the lights and it's pitch black. We can't do anything but make babies. The worst part is... we can't even find wives!"
Zhao Ergou slammed his fist on the wall, sending dirt and debris flying to the ground.
"Grandpa said that was immoral, but I think he's just senile! If that kind of life is immoral, I'd rather be immoral every single day!"
The commotion on the wall was just a microcosm of the entire Zhao Family Village.
Soaked in that decadent music, the once indestructible archway of chastity is now cracking with tiny fissures in people's hearts.
……
at the same time.
In the narrow, cramped operating room of the Qin family's broadcasting station.
The night wind outside was cold, but the cabin was surprisingly warm.
It wasn't just because the high-powered amplifier was running at full speed and radiating heat.
It's also because... there are two people crammed in here.
"Second brother... how much longer will this broadcast?"
Su Wan sat on the slightly wobbly wooden chair, holding a microphone in her hand; her voice was already a little hoarse.
She broadcast all day today.
From reciting menu items to singing love songs, my throat was practically hoarse.
"Tired?"
Qin Mo stood behind her.
He didn't turn on the light.
Under the dim green light of the instrument indicator, his face appeared half-lit and half-shadowed. His gold-rimmed glasses reflected a cold gleam, but could not conceal the eyes behind the lenses that were burning with dark fire.
He held a cup of warm Malva nut tea in his hand, leaned slightly forward, and brought the rim of the cup to Su Wan's lips.
"Take a sip."
His movements were gentle, but the way he completely enveloped her in his shadow exuded an undeniable forcefulness.
Su Wan took a sip from his hand to moisten her throat.
"Much better."
She was about to continue reading the next line into the microphone—a promotional slogan about "the rich nightlife of the Qin family."
however.
A slender hand, carrying a faint scent of ink, suddenly reached out.
"Clatter".
A soft sound.
Qin Mo did not turn off the music tape, but he switched off the microphone's output.
The red indicator light went out.
This means that at this moment, no matter what sounds are made inside the room, they cannot be heard outside.
"Second Brother?" Su Wan looked up in confusion, only to meet his unfathomable eyes.
"Shhh."
Qin Mo raised his index finger and pressed it against her moist red lips.
The fingertips were a little cool, which made Su Wan tremble slightly.
"My sister-in-law's voice is a little hoarse."
Qin Mo spoke in a low voice, deeper than the music from the loudspeaker, with a captivating magnetism:
"If they keep airing this... it will break my heart."
"and……"
He bent down slightly, placed his hands on the control panel beside Su Wan, and slowly, little by little, approached her until he trapped her between himself and the cold machine.
"That song just now was so seductive."
"Those stray dogs from Zhao Family Village... don't deserve to hear this."
He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the chain swayed gently with his movement, brushing against Su Wan's cheek and bringing a slight tickle.
"Does your sister-in-law know?"
"I was outside just now, and I saw the expressions on those men's faces when they heard your voice..."
Qin Mo's eyes darkened, revealing a madness born from extreme repression, unique to a refined scoundrel:
"I just want to unplug this wire."
"Or... cut off their ears."
Su Wan's heart skipped a beat.
She could sense the dangerous aura emanating from Qin Mo.
The usually gentle and refined second brother, who was full of classical Chinese phrases, seemed to have torn off a thin layer of disguise at this moment.
"Second brother... that was for the mission, to make them envious..." Su Wan tried to explain, her body instinctively shrinking back.
But behind it was just a cold, impersonal machine control panel.
There was no way to retreat.
"I know it's a mission."
Qin Mo nodded, his tone still gentle, but his actions became increasingly bold.
His hand slid down Su Wan's arm and grasped her hand that was still holding the microphone.
Then, he forcefully snatched the microphone from her hand and tossed it aside.
"Mission accomplished."
"Right now, Zhao Family Village is probably in complete chaos because of Sister-in-law's voice; no one can sleep."
"So..."
He didn't let go of Su Wan's hand.
Instead, he guided her hand and placed it on his rapidly beating heart.
Through the thin long robe, Su Wan could clearly feel the rapid and powerful impact sounds under her palm.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"I can't sleep either."
Qin Mo looked at her, the desire in his eyes like a flood bursting its banks, instantly overwhelming all reason:
"Since my sister-in-law was in charge of starting the fire... shouldn't she also be in charge of putting it out?"
"The soundproofing here is very good."
He suddenly leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine:
"People outside can only hear the music."
"As for what's inside..."
"No matter how loudly my sister-in-law shouts... only I can hear her."
"Second Brother! You..." Su Wan's face turned so red it was almost bleeding, and she tried to push him away.
But he grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back.
"Don't move."
Qin Mo's voice carried a hint of pleading and command:
"Just for a little while."
"Let me hear... my true voice."
He lowered his head and accurately captured the two red lips that he had been longing for all day.
"Hmm!"
Su Wan's gasp was choked in her throat.
This was a kiss filled with predation and possessiveness.
Unlike the third brother's haphazard biting, or the fourth brother's tentative teasing.
Qin Mo's kiss was terrifyingly precise.
He was solving a very difficult arithmetic problem, his tongue patiently tracing the shape of her lips, prying open her teeth, and then savoring every inch of sweetness in her mouth.
He was tasting it.
It is devouring.
To confirm ownership.
The hand that had been resting on the table had somehow wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her forcefully against itself.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, fitting perfectly.
In this cramped space filled with the hum of machinery and dim green light, the temperature rose sharply.
Su Wan was breathless from the kiss, her mind went blank, and she could only weakly cling to his shoulder, letting him do whatever he wanted.
Her breathing gradually became rapid, and a broken moan escaped her throat:
"Um……"
The voice was soft and alluring.
It was a hundred times better than any song that had just been played on the loudspeaker.
Qin Mo was startled.
He loosened his grip slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, his nose brushing against hers, his eyes behind his glasses already a deep crimson.
"That's the sound."
He was panting, his voice hoarse beyond belief, yet possessing a sexy quality that made one's legs go weak:
"From now on... this kind of sound can only come from my arms."
"What if another man heard this..."
He bit her lower lip as punishment, leaving an ambiguous teeth mark:
"Second brother is really going to go crazy."
……
at the same time.
On the earthen wall outside Zhao Family Village.
Zhao Ergou was struggling to climb up, trying to get a better view.
Sudden.
He saw that the red light that had been on in the small wooden hut used for broadcasting in the distance had gone out.
Immediately afterwards, that beautiful female voice that could make your bones melt also disappeared.
All that remained was the monotonous, looping music.
"What happened?"
Zhao Ergou leaned against the wall, looking utterly disappointed.
"Why is that young lady silent? I haven't had enough yet."
His companion chuckled, revealing a lewd expression that any man would understand:
"Are you stupid?! What time is it?"
"They must be tired and have gone to rest."
"Or... she was taken back by her own man to 'rest'."
"Tsk tsk tsk, different people have different fates."
Zhao Ergou looked at the brightly lit Qin family camp, then looked back at the pitch-black Zhao family village behind him, where there was nothing but the barking of dogs.
An unprecedented impulse exploded in his chest.
He didn't want to eat cornbread here anymore.
He no longer wanted to guard that ancestral hall that had nothing but memorial tablets for the dead.
He wants to go there.
Even if it's just to clean toilets over there, or even if it's just to work as a farmhand over there.
As long as I can live like a human being!
"I quit!"
Zhao Ergou suddenly jumped down from the wall and slammed the black cornbread he was holding onto the ground.
"I'm going to the Qin family!"
"Even if my grandfather breaks my legs, I'll crawl there!"
That roar was like a spark thrown into a pile of dry firewood.
The young people who were still hesitant and observing suddenly had a bright light in their eyes.
"I'm going too! I can't stand this awful life anymore!"
"Count me in! I can farm! I can build houses!"
"Me too! I'm strong!"
in the night.
The once lifeless Zhao Family Village was now in complete uproar.
Dozens of young figures, like a pack of wild beasts breaking free of their cages, took advantage of the darkness to scale the wall, cross the ditch, and head towards that place with light, flesh, and that haunting voice...
They ran away at breakneck speed.
And in the ancestral hall at the village entrance.
Hearing the noisy footsteps and blasphemous shouts outside, Old Man Zhao, who was on night watch, was so angry that he couldn't catch his breath and his eyes rolled back.
The cane in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud" and broke into two pieces.