Country Beauty No. 737, Main Text No. 737, The Wine-Guzzler Stares No. 737, The Wine-Guzzler Stares "Wait a moment!" As soon as Land Yun heard the cry, he suddenly charged toward Ma Cuihua, who had just rushed toward him, waving his hand and listening intently to the sounds outside the cornfield. Afraid that Land Yun might be playing some trick, Ma Cuihua barked, "You brat, what's your next move?" With his index finger pressed to his lips, Land Yun said, "Hush. It seems someone's outside." "Who's got the pants? Anyone want them? If not, I'll take them home and use the dryer to dry them..." This time, even in her fury, Ma Cuihua caught the voice—when she heard that the young woman intended to take her own undergarments home and use the dryer on them—she immediately turned around, ready to rush out of the cornfield to reclaim her own little treasures. "Madam Cuihua, what are you doing?" Upon seeing Ma Cuihua so visibly agitated, Lu Yun shook his head and quietly asked, "Ma Cuihua, what else can you possibly do? Of course, you're going to go and retrieve your little inner part!" She said this, then turned to rush out again. How could this woman be so impulsive? Lu Yun sighed and shook his head, coming forward to gently urge her. "Cuihua aunt, how can you possibly step out like this? Once you're out there, how will you be able to open your mouth and claim that little inner part is yours? If it's truly yours, wouldn't the person naturally ask you why you left it lying there in the cornfield? And if you meet someone you know, would you still be so composed and confident in going to retrieve it?" Even if you manage to retrieve your little inner part, I'm sure the story of how you left it at the edge of the cornfield will spread throughout the entire village soon. Then, my good friend, Shan Si—what could be more powerful than saying half of something and leaving the rest unsaid, so that the underlying implications remain vague and the listener has to figure them out on their own? This approach is often far more effective. Indeed, upon hearing Lu Yun's words, Ma Cuihua instantly felt at a loss. Just moments ago, she had been harboring deep resentment toward Lu Yun, but now she was completely disoriented, anxiously asking, "Little Yun, then what should I do? If I don't go now, and that person takes it back and beats me with the gray machine, where will I even place my face?" Lu Yun smiled gently and said, "Cuihua aunt, don't worry—there's still me here. By the way, do you have any money with you?" Cuihua was taken aback and asked immediately, "What do you need the money for?" "Hehe, don't worry about that—more than two yuan, I won't take. Just give me two yuan, and I'll definitely bring your little one back." Lu Yun smiled mysteriously, extending his hand toward Ma Cuihua, waiting for the money. "Wait a moment—I came out in a hurry this morning and didn't know if I brought any cash with me." Ma Cuihua now had no choice but to place all her hopes in Lu Yun. With a pained expression, she patted her body, saying, "I've been thinking about doing something special with you today, so I didn't bring any money. Now, this unexpected situation has happened—what am I supposed to do?" Although they didn't know exactly what Land Yun intended to do with the money, it was certainly not something for the sake of a couple of yuan—something trivial. Ma Cuihua was so anxious, she was as restless as a chicken on a hot griddle, constantly rubbing her hands and circling in place. "Ma Cuihua, don't worry," Land Yun said, seeing that she indeed didn't have any money with her. "If she doesn't have it, that's fine—I'm thinking of other ways." Land Yun sighed inwardly, feeling rather unlucky. Not only had he failed to drive his stick into her water curtain cave, but he'd also have to pay two yuan out of his own pocket.