The Rural Beauty 177, Main Text 177 The Battle on the Tractor 177 The Battle on the Tractor Lu Yun charged in without sparing a single thing, just as his AK-47 had locked onto its target and was about to execute the next move, when suddenly a continuous stream of "mee-oh-mee-oh" sounds came from outside the woods. This content is the textual material of Chapter 177 of The Rural Beauty 177. - Love Quarters - (waoshu8m) Oh, sun, what a day! Just as Zhou Gaoren had left, here come a whole flock of sheep! "Peng姐, it's bad news—today, I fear our good intentions will fall through," Lu Yun listened carefully to the sounds outside, his face full of resignation. Yang Yanping also heard the noise, furrowed her brow and said, "How does it feel to be so unlucky? We're supposed to fight a battle in the field, yet we can't even enjoy it—well, then, let's pack up and go home." Saying that, she flipped Lu Yun over and went about dressing herself. Lu Yun was suddenly knocked to the ground, though the thick grass cushioned the fall somewhat, he still landed with a sharp cry, gasping for cool air and saying, "Ping姐, this can't be blamed on me! You're so forceful—it's painful, really, and I'm sure there are burrs embedded in my back." As he got up, he turned to face Yang Yanping and knelt down, saying, "The burrs in the wild are quite sharp, Ping姐, you'd better help me remove them right away." Yang Yanping glanced over and indeed saw several dry burrs stuck in Lu Yun's back. She quickly reached out and plucked them one by one, expressing regret, "Lu Yun, are you in pain? It's bleeding now—I'm so sorry. I should have done better. Let me get something to wipe you off with." With the burrs piercing his skin and sweat seeping in, the discomfort was intense. Lu Yun winced slightly and said, "No worries. Let's get dressed quickly—don't want anyone to notice." Yang Yanping nodded in agreement. After dressing, the two exchanged a look of mutual discomfort before walking out of the woods together. "Liang, why don't we go back to your office now and settle this there? We can catch up on our outdoor outings another time." When Yun Yun reached the edge of the forest, he noticed Yang Yanping was in a huff, treating him coldly. "That's the only option, really. Today's a Saturday, and there's not a single male teacher at the school. I've also been smoking—your escape plan is out of the question, hmph. I'll make sure to give you a thorough dressing-down once we get back. This weekend, you won't be able to go home at all." Yang Yanping said, her voice full of irritation. It wasn't hard to understand her frustration. After Zhou Gao left, the effects of the Huhuan tonic began to take hold. She had hoped to enjoy a passionate, romantic encounter with Yun Yun—only to find that just as things were getting going, another unexpected guest arrived and spoiled the moment. With her inner heat unrelieved, all her pent-up anger naturally turned toward Yun Yun. The one who spoiled their good fortune was an elderly man in his sixties, holding a long whip that cracked with each stroke, driving the scattered sheep in all directions. When Yang Yanping and Lu Yun suddenly stepped out of the woods, the man chuckled warmly at them, his gaze seeming incredibly awkward and unrefined. Yang Yanping glared at him with impatience, utterly lacking the dignity of a teacher, and as she pulled at Lu Yun's small leather shoes, she left a trail of fine footprints on the muddy path—this content is from Chapter 177 of "Rural Beauty." "Ah!" Yang Yanping suddenly gasped, bending down to press her hand against her left ankle, beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead. Lu Yun was startled and quickly asked, "Miss Ping, what's wrong? Did you twist your ankle?" Yang Yanping nodded, too in pain to speak. If it weren't for Lu Yun, her student standing right before her, she might have started crying. Lu Yun felt his head spin—what a blessing, truly, now comes misfortune upon misfortune! The field battle didn’t go as planned, and now Yang Yanping has twisted her ankle. What’s he supposed to do now? “Pengjie, hold on a moment,” Lu Yun said. “I’ll carry you back to school.” There was no other choice. With a deep breath, he knelt down. Tears glistened in Yang Yanping’s eyes as she climbed onto Lu Yun’s back, her voice trembling. “When you feel tired, just stop and rest a while.” Lu Yun nodded and began walking—though the distance to the school wasn’t short. Fortunately, the sun wasn’t blazing overhead today; otherwise, the ordeal would have been unbearable. After barely a mile, Lu Yun was already winded. He set Yanping down, wiped the sweat from his face, and sat down heavily on the ground. “Lu Yun,” Yanping said, “I think a tractor has come up behind us. Wait a moment and have it stop—let them take us along.” Just as Lu Yun was feeling parched, Yang Yanping suddenly exclaimed with surprise, turning to see a swirl of dust in the distance, and the sound of machinery growing faintly audible. A wave of relief washed over him: "No one has ever truly left me without a way forward." He immediately stepped into the middle of the road. "Clunk... clunk... clunk..." Not long after, a worn-out tractor pulled up. Lu Yun waved vigorously at the middle-aged man driving it, shouting, "Uncle, please stop! My teacher has twisted her ankle—can you take us back to the school?" The man glanced at Yang Yanping sitting by the roadside, then stopped the tractor and said, "Come on up." Lu Yun beamed, "Thank you so much, Uncle!" He went over to help Yang Yanping climb onto the tractor's bed, but Yang Yanping's ankle was badly injured and she dared not exert even the slightest effort. After several attempts, she still couldn't make it. The man, however, had a keen eye—he stepped over and asked Lu Yun to go first, while he helped lift Yang Yanping onto the tractor himself. "Do your best—this road's rough and it'll be quite bumpy," the middle-aged man said, sitting in the front seat and calling out as he turned. The tractor groaned and moved forward. "Ping姐, did he take advantage of you just now?" Lu Yun asked suddenly, looking at Yang Yanping. Yang Yanping was taken aback. "Not at all," she replied. "I saw him reach over and gently stroke your chest as he pulled you up. When you were halfway up, he kept dragging your backside—surely that was a clear advantage. Otherwise, why would you suddenly turn red?" Lu Yun said with a slight frown. Yang Yanping laughed softly. "You're such a fusspot—did you get jealous?" "Jealous? What kind of jealousy is that? He's always so down-to-earth, and I never expected him to take advantage of you like this. Truly, you can't judge a book by its cover, nor can you measure the sea against a single drop of water." Yang Yanping smiled and said, "Huh, you're quite bold to criticize others. You're a real gem yourself! Bringing the teacher out for a field battle—what a brilliant idea! Well, the field battle didn't materialize, and now you've twisted your ankle. Isn't that karma?" "Karma? Pfft! If there's any karma at all, it surely wouldn't be ours." Lu Yun couldn't help but snap, "Miss Yang, don't you see how messy the world has become? We haven't done anything wrong—how can there be any karma to speak of?" Clang! As Lu Yun was still speaking, the tractor jolted suddenly, and Yang Yanping's ankle trembled, her voice sharp with pain. "Miss Yang, what's wrong? It hurts quite a bit, doesn't it?" Lu Yun quickly lifted her injured left leg, shouting ahead to the middle-aged man, "Uncle, could you please drive more slowly…?" "We're already going as slowly as possible. The road's rough—just hold on a bit," the man replied, then turned back and paid no further attention to Lu Yun's cries. Lu Yun also knew the road was tough; being pulled by the middle-aged man, he couldn’t say much more. But the pain on Yang Yanping’s face remained clear in his eyes. Though Yang was always so lively and restless, she was still his teacher—how could he just watch her suffer like this? “Ms. Ping, this road is uneven and hard to walk on. Please sit on my legs.” Yang Yanping indeed felt quite in pain and had intended to refuse, but seeing Lu Yun’s concerned expression, she finally complied and settled onto his legs, whispering softly into his ear: “Just let me know if you’re uncomfortable.” “Ms. Ping, I’m already feeling a bit uncomfortable now,” Lu Yun replied honestly, his face turning slightly red. Upon hearing this, Yang Yanping struggled to get off, but Lu Yun firmly held her, his hands just resting on her well-proportioned, full-figured form. “Ms. Ping, it’s not my legs that are uncomfortable—it’s my brother who’s not happy.” Yang Yanping only then realized there was a firm object pressing against her seat. Blushing deeply, she stammered, "Little bad boy, I'm already like this—how can you still have your eyes on me? This content is from Chapter 177 of 'Rural Beauty.' " Lu Yun sighed, saying, "Sister, I really didn't want to. As soon as you arrived, it started showing signs of interest." With that, his hand grew restless and instantly slipped inside Yang Yanping's clothes. "Little bad boy, no way—someone in front will notice!" Yang Yanping made a few symbolic efforts to resist, then allowed Lu Yun to move freely over her body, breathing heavily. "You're killing me! You never let up, no matter when!" Rising the risk of being spotted by the person ahead, Lu Yun quickly lifted Yang Yanping's skirt... The furious AK-47 finally found its target. As the tractor rocked and rolled, the area where Lu Yun and Yang Yanping were closely pressed together rose and fell in sync, achieving the ideal effect without any deliberate movements. "Peng姐, this really works well—it's like bouncing on a trampoline, so much easier!" Yang Yanping moved her body, experiencing for the first time the sensation of doing this on a tractor, even though her bed skills were quite proficient. Hey, they hadn't managed a battlefield engagement after all. But now, they were fighting it out right here on the tractor—some kind of compensation, perhaps. The middle-aged man ahead seemed to know exactly what was going on, gradually increasing the tractor's rocking rhythm. As time passed and Yang Yanping's body became fully exposed, the medicine's effects were fully released. With the steady hum of the tractor's engine, she softly murmured her delight. Lu Yun leaned against the carriage, simply holding杨Yanping’s waist to prevent her from slipping, and could fully enjoy the incredibly soothing service. The two of them floated up and down, delighting in their shared fun. “Peng姐, isn’t it exciting?” Lu Yun peeked out from under Yanping’s arm, lifting his head slightly and smiling at her flushed cheeks. Summer is just so convenient—everything becomes easier, especially when it comes to things like this. Just a little adjustment of the clothes, and you’re ready to go right where you are! “Little bad boy, isn’t this comfortable now? You’re so full of energy—someone so small yet so bold, coming up with such a brilliant idea. Truly, you’re the notorious bad boy of the class!” Yanping had never experienced something like this before, and she was now excitedly swaying back and forth, soon growing breathless and gasping, “Little bad boy, I can’t take it anymore—ah! I’m dying!” Lu Yun suddenly felt the AK-47 as if tightly bound by iron bands, realizing the moment had arrived, and swiftly launched his final surge. As the middle-aged man announced, "We've arrived at the school," both of them simultaneously reached the peak of the sublime state. ... Rural Beauty 177, Main Text 177 – Battle Updates on the Tractor Completed!