The village beauty, Chapter 211: The fire has broken out – The fire has broken out (at three in the morning) Ma Cuihua gasped and cried out in delight, never expecting that Lu Yun was such a skilled performer. Just moments ago, she had been mocking Cheng Guiying, who had struggled to reach her peak, only to be swiftly brought to climax by Lu Yun. Now, it was her turn—and she found herself utterly overwhelmed. The content is the textual narrative of Chapter 211 of "The Village Beauty." It seemed as though Cheng Guiying had deliberately intended to make Ma Cuihua feel embarrassed, vigorously pushing and pulling at her legs with such speed that Ma Cuihua soon screamed and collapsed. Lu Yun seized the moment, growled low, and launched his own powerful climax—sending a wave of intense heat that made Ma Cuihua shriek. The three of them lay in the earth cave, breathing heavily, occasionally having mosquitoes land on them. Instead of bothering to swat them away, they simply let the insects settle, content to have claimed the space and to risk a few drops of blood in return. After enough fussing, the outside sky had completely darkened, and inside the cave it was pitch black—so dark that they couldn’t see their hands. Listening to the sharp, persistent buzzing of the mosquitoes, Ma Cuihua and Cheng Guiying felt the atmosphere suddenly grow eerie and oppressive. Lu Yun sat silently, saying nothing. The two elder women, groping in the dark, pulled hands together and spoke at once: “Little Lu, it’s completely dark now. Let’s go back. If we stay any longer, we’ll be devoured by mosquitoes. Our hands are already covered with bites—so itchy!” Though they had been thoroughly satisfied, the two women didn’t want to stay any longer in this haunted place. Lu Yun himself had also been bitten all over. On hearing this, he stood up, reached for his clothes, and as he dressed, said: “Alright. We’ll go home and rest well, so we can recover our strength and be ready for tomorrow’s onslaught.” Both Ma Cuihua and Cheng Guiying nodded in agreement: “Yes, we’ll definitely rest well. Today has been a real ordeal thanks to you—without a good rest, we might actually get hurt.” Lu Yun chuckled, "Hurry up and get dressed—these damn mosquitoes are killing me! You two are just like them, not satisfied until you've drained me dry. As a man, and one with an unusually large endowment, I'm not sure whether I should feel lucky or deeply sorry." The two satisfied women giggled, fumbling for their clothes and dressing themselves. Suddenly, Ma Cuihua complained, "All the good things you two have done have left me covered in mud and dirt. I'll have to take a good wash before I can even think about going home. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep at night!" Cheng Guiying smiled, "Cuihua, stop complaining. Didn't little Yun give you his most precious treasure? I haven't even touched it at all." "Upon Cheng Guiying's words, Ma Cuihua burst into laughter. Earlier this afternoon, when the river water was so scalding that it nearly burned her, Lu Yun had been unable to absorb the heat into her own body, and had been deeply troubled for a long time. Now, finally achieving her wish, she felt a surge of pride. The three of them emerged from the earth cave and, under the faint moonlight, climbed up toward the drainage channel. As soon as they reached the channel, they heard a loud cry: 'Fire! Fire! Come quickly—there's a fire!' Lu Yun recognized the voice immediately—it was so familiar. Good heavens! It was his aunt's voice. Could it be that the house was on fire? With such urgency, he didn't even pause to attend to Ma Cuihua and Cheng Guiying, who were still in pain from being squeezed in the cave, and dashed off toward his own home. At that very moment, it was just after dinner, when villagers were coming out to enjoy the evening breeze. When Ha Donglian raised the alarm, a dozen neighbors rushed over, each carrying various tools—spades and brooms all in motion." When Lu Yun arrived, the fire was raging. Seeing neighbors desperately trying to douse the flames, he was suddenly furious and bellowed, "For heaven's sake, which damn fool started the fire with my wood? I'm going to kill your mother! Tell me which grandson did it—I'm going to have your whole family's women dead! " With the air dry and the weather parched, Lu Yun's uncle and aunt had just brought back a large pile of cotton wood from the fields—once it touched the flame, it caught instantly, and the fire grew fierce. The neighbors, too afraid to get too close, dared not approach. When the bucket was full, he hurriedly carried it out and poured it onto the blazing fire—yet that little effort proved useless. Seeing Lu Yun carrying the bucket, a villager shouted, "Everyone, go fetch buckets and use water to put out the flames!" Instantly, the crowd realized what they should do. A few people stayed behind to remove the still-unburned cotton, carefully stacking it aside using a three-cross method, while the rest rushed home to fetch water. "Uncle San, hasn't Uncle San come back yet?" Lu Yun wiped the sweat from his face, looking worriedly at Ha Donglian, who was now crying. "Who knows—what a nuisance! He must have wandered off to drink horse urine somewhere," Ha Donglian said, her voice trembling. "Little Yun, don't stand there—go help put out the fire!" Lu Yun nodded and called over a few neighbors, urging them to join him. Together, they ran toward the courtyard, gathering buckets and basins, and utilizing every vessel that could hold water. Lu Yun himself stood by the water pump, taking charge of pumping water. A short while later, Ma Cuihua and Cheng Guiying rushed into the courtyard, looking utterly astonished at the exhausted Land Yun, who was barely able to stand straight. "Little Yun, what on earth happened? It was all fine just a moment ago, how did it catch fire?" Land Yun panted heavily, wiping large beads of sweat from his face, and gritted his teeth. "Who knows? Usually, Uncle San and Aunt San have excellent relationships with the villagers and haven't offended anyone." Seeing Land Yun's pale, winded face, Ma Cuihua felt a pang of tenderness. She didn't care that her newly pressed, slightly damp dress was now painfully tight, and rushed over to pull him aside, herself pressing the well rod to draw water for the arriving villagers. "Thank you so much, Cuihua aunt," Land Yun said, holding his knee and half-bending to speak. While pressing the well rod, Ma Cuihua replied, "Don't mention it—just don't say anything now. We can talk about it once the fire is out." In a corner of the courtyard, Cheng Guiying found a water bucket half-sloped on the ground, filled it silently, and then went straight to fight the Lu Yun watched it all, moved deeply—though these elderly women were quite flamboyant, if anything truly went wrong in our household, they would certainly give their full support. Ma Cuihua, having spent the whole day working in the fields, remained resilient, pressing water for half the day without showing the slightest sign of fatigue. With more people involved, the blaze finally began to subside. Ma Cuihua wiped her sweat and took up a shovel to help extinguish the remaining embers, leaving the spacious courtyard suddenly empty. The fire was finally put out. Hao Donglian thanked her neighbors warmly, originally intending to invite them in to have a drink. But after helping to douse the last embers, each neighbor offered a few words of comfort to Hao Donglian before returning home. "Uncle, you go back to your room and rest a while—I’ll take care of all this," Lu Yun said, gathering the charred wood remnants into a pile. Seeing that the third aunt was standing there, dazed and silent, he gently spoke to reassure her, fearing she might be too overwhelmed. ... Country Beauty 211, Main Text 211 - The fire has been updated!