Big Breasts & Wipe Hips: A Novel

restitution corps landlord! I’ll kill you or know the reason why!” He cursed softly as he groped along; the white moths of his crossed eyeballs hopping around like hatching eggs. Seeing her chance, Sha Zaohua bounded over like a leaping deer, picked the knife up off the ground, and held it out to me in both hands. Wei Yangjiao stood up and reached out his hand. “Hand it over, you seed of a traitor!” he growled threateningly. Saying nothing, Zaohua backed into me as she shrank from Wei Yangjiao, never taking her eyes off his callused paws. Several times he lunged forward, but quickly backed off at knifepoint. By then, Sima Liang had retreated all the way to the footbridge. “Wei Yangjiao, you fucking asshole!” Wu Yunyu swore loudly. “Come over here and kill this bastard son of a restitution corps landlord! Get your ass over here!” Wei Yangjiao hissed at Zaohua, “I’ll be back to take care of you!” He tried to pull up a castor plant to use as a weapon, but it was too thick, so he just broke off one of its branches and, waving it in the air, charged the footbridge.
    Zaohua stuck close to protect me as we staggered up to the narrow footbridge. Water in the ditch flowed rapidly below, as schools of tiny carp were swept along. Some leaped over the bridge, others landed on it and flopped around angrily, their sleek bodies arching in the air. My crotch felt sticky, and everywhere else I’d been beaten — back, buttocks, calves, neck — felt as if it were on fire. A sweet yet bitter flavor, like rusty iron, filled my heart; with each step I took, my body rocked and a moan escaped between my lips. My arm was draped across Sha Zaohua’s bony shoulder, and although I tried to straighten up to lessen the pressure on her, I couldn’t do it.
    Sima Liang was loping down the path to the village. Whenever his pursuers got a bit too close, he sped up, and when they slowed down, so did he. He maintained a distance close enough to keep them interested, but not so close that they could catch him. Mist rose from the fields on both sides of the path, dyed red from the setting sun; frogs filled the ditches with dull croaks. Wei Yangjiao whispered something to Wu Yunyu, after which the three of them split up. Wei and Ding crossed the ditch and ran to opposite ends of the field. Wu and Guo continued the chase, but at a leisurely pace. “Sima Liang,” they shouted, “Sima Liang, a true warrior doesn’t run away. Stay where you are if you’ve got the balls, and let’s do battle.”
    “Run, big brother,” Sha Zaohua shouted. “Don’t let them trick you!”
    “You little bitch!” said Wu Yunyu, as he turned and shook his fist at her. “I’ll beat the shit out of you!”
    Sha Zaohua stepped in front of me and held out the knife. “Come on,” she said bravely. “I’m not afraid of you!”
    As Wu pressed up closer, Zaohua kept pushing me back with her rear end. Sima Liang came up and called out, “Scabby head, if you so much as touch her, I swear I’ll poison that stinky bean-curd-peddling old lady of yours!”
    “Run, big brother!” Sha Zaohua screamed. “Those two mongrels, Wei and Ding, have circled around behind you.”
    Sima Liang stopped in his tracks, not knowing if he should advance or retreat. Maybe he stopped for a reason, since both Wu Yunyu and Guo Qiusheng also stopped. Meanwhile, Wei Yangjiao and Ding Jingou emerged from the field, crossed the ditch, and were crawling along the path. Sima Liang stood there looking very much at ease, wiping his sweaty forehead. That was when I heard Mother’s shouts coming on the wind from the village. Sima Liang jumped down into the ditch and ran down a narrow path dividing the two crops — sorghum and corn. “Okay, men,” Wei Yangjiao shouted excitedly, “let’s get him!” Like a flock of ducks, into the ditch they went, slogging in pursuit of their prey. Leaves of the sorghum and corn stalks hid the path from view, so we had to rely on the rustling sounds and barking shouts to follow their progress. “You wait here for Grandma, Little Uncle, while I go help Brother Liang.” “Zaohua,” I said, “I’m scared.” “Don’t be, Little Uncle. Grandma will be here in a minute. Grandma!” she shouted. “They’re going to kill Brother Liang. So shout!” “Mother — I’m over here! Here I am, Mother —”
    Zaohua bravely jumped down into the ditch; the water came up to her chest. She splashed, creating green ripples, and I was worried she