Chapter Sixteen: The Most Primitive Physiology and Hygiene Lesson

  Were the young men of old really so innocent?

  I couldn't help but smile slightly.

  Lao Er and Lao San looked at me and also burst out laughing. They were both a bit puzzled. The two little rascals, you look at me, I look at you, but no one said a word.

  "Old Two, you're really something!" I patted him on the shoulder with a grin, "Better than your big brother, yeah, just a little bit better!"

  Lao Er was confused and hesitated for a while: "Where... is it strong?"

  Where? I didn't want to answer this "sharp" technical question, so I asked directly: "Do you dream of something at night that you've never dreamed of in your daily life?"

  Lao Er's whole body trembled visibly, he looked up at me with a stare: "Big brother, how...how did you know?" His tone was filled with astonishment.

  Lao San was completely unaware and only asked Lao Er: "Lao Er, what good thing did you dream of? You're all wet like this!"

  "Nothing, nothing good!" The second child's face turned redder, indeed somewhat ashamed and angry.

  "Hehe," I chuckled, just about to explain some physiological hygiene to the curious Old Three. But then I saw Old Two gazing at me with a pitiful expression, begging me. Forget it, this Old Two has too little face, can't even take care of his own biological younger brother?

  So I straightened up again and first waved to Lao Er: "Little rabbit, go change your pants first, it's not good for your development if you hold it in for too long!"

  Lao Er responded with an "oh" and ran back to the head of the bed in a daze, rummaging through the wardrobe on one side to put on a set of clothes.

  "And you, little one, put on your clothes and listen to your elder brother's advice!" I ruthlessly pushed Lao San with a shove, sending this dazed little guy stumbling.

  As the two of them were busy on the bed, I opened the door a crack and took the paper, ink, pen and inkstone from Zhao Cheng's hand, who was standing still at the door, then signaled him not to wait any longer and go do whatever he wanted.

  What's the use of this pen, ink, paper and inkstone? I had a faint feeling in my heart that the two kids would inevitably ask me a question that was difficult to explain, so I used these tools to describe it figuratively.

  He tossed the brush and paper onto the desk, casually poured some ink into the inkstone, ground it a few times, then turned around to signal for his two neatly dressed younger brothers to sit down.

  "It's actually quite normal for men," I said, as they sat up straight. After that, I pushed open the tightly closed window and let in the gentle morning breeze of summer, causing the stale air inside to slowly circulate.

  Facing the boy's puzzled gaze, I actually felt a little guilty in my heart. Even if it was to my own younger brother from my previous life, I didn't have the chance to personally tell him about this matter, although it should have been my father's duty.

  As I mention my father, who may be said to have a name but no reality, I let out a slightly heavy sigh in my heart, but soon became light again with my footsteps. I decided to speak carefully and tactfully: "How did humans come into being?"

  Ma Tie was taken aback, but Ma Xiu had already spoken up and said: "Mother carried you for ten months before giving birth to you."

  I nodded and shook my head: "Is it enough just to have mother? Then what's the use of having a father?"

  Ma Xiu stared with his eyes wide open and didn't make another sound.

  Ma Tie probably thought of something and couldn't help but blush, he probably wanted to say something, but swallowed it back after humming a few times, and lowered his head.

  I looked at the two innocent young brothers - this innocence is completely in contrast to mine - and felt quite comforted: I thought, old man was also such a good boy back then!

  "People say: 'Father's essence, mother's blood, pregnant for ten months.' Among them, 'mother's blood' should refer to the flesh and blood of the maternal aunt, while 'father's essence' is what you, Lao Er, ejaculated this morning."

  The second child nodded slightly as if he had gained some insight.

  Lao San asked instead: "But big brother, this 'parental essence' is only possessed by men, right?"

  "Of course," I thought to myself, Thai men at this time should still be real men, right?

  "...So how does the so-called 'father's essence' combine with 'mother's blood' to produce a baby?" Old Three was a good student, but only when it came to things unrelated to studying.

  "Good question, only those who are not innocent like the third one cannot ask this!" I praised loudly, but my heart was worried: is it good or bad to tell this 10-year-old boy these things? The second brother's face turned slightly red and he still didn't speak, he should already know. So I changed my tone, "You're too young now, even if I explain it clearly to you, it's useless. Wait until you're older and can wet your bed like your second brother, then big brother will tell you slowly and carefully."

  Lao San was curious, but I rejected him on the grounds that he wasn't qualified, and all he could do was feel resentful.

  "Wait a minute," I thought of the pen and ink I had just taken, turned around, dipped my hand to take the pen and filled it with thick ink, then pulled out another piece of paper and placed it on the small table between us, drawing a simple diagram.

  The left side is a short and thick rod-shaped body, with the head slightly thicker than the middle section, and the lower end of the rod-shaped body has two similar spherical objects.

  On the right side is an inverted narrow and long eye-like object. From top to bottom, there is a small eye, a ***, and a faint chrysanthemum flower.

  Vibrant colors and bold brushstrokes.

  But vivid and profound in meaning.

  It's also subtle and tactful enough.

  I picked up my pen and wrote two small characters on either side: "male" and "female".

  Simple and clear.

  Understandable by both old and young.

  Understand each other's mind without needing words.

  Then I put down the sheep's hair brush, and gently blew a breath at this work. The paper rustled in response, and I smiled with satisfaction: "Does this guy on the left look familiar?"

  Lao Er and Lao San both nodded, with Lao San looking slightly embarrassed.

  "What is meant by 'essence of the father' is that it is produced from the two kidneys below, if they are cut off, one will be childless for life," I said without regard to the crudeness of my words. "Therefore, the eunuchs who serve the emperor and the masters are all castrated in this way."

  "Ah!" The two of them subconsciously shrunk their necks.

  "And corresponding to the male reproductive organ, this is the female lower body. Of course, this is a simplified diagram, and the actual parts are more complicated," I stroked my chin, slightly pondering, "The top one is the urethra, and the bottom one, you two have it too, understand?"

  Nodding.

  "This hole in the middle is the most important for today's lesson, it's about women's lower body," I twisted a strand of hair behind my head, "When that man's thing enters from here and shoots out, yes, shoots out, 'fatherly essence' enters deep into this hole and combines with the 'motherly blood' deep inside, only then can there be ten months of pregnancy and giving birth to a baby. So, do you understand?" I let out a breath, the so-called key part was actually very short.

  The second child nodded.

  "I have a question." Old Three raised his hand.

  My heart skipped a beat: "Speak."

  "'Sperm' has these two eggs produced, what about 'mother's blood'?"

  "Deep inside, there's a cavity called the 'uterus', where a nest produces what's called 'menstrual blood'. It's basically produced once every month," I scratched my head. "So corresponding to Lao Er's nocturnal emission today, when girls grow up, they'll also discharge something about once a month. But what they discharge is blood, which not only hurts but also flows chaotically."

  "Has Big Sister had her period?" Old Three asked aggressively.

  "Cough cough, big sister, at your age, you should have started long ago." I glared at him and urged him, "Is there anything else?"

  "There is another one."

  I waved my hand, indicating him to speak quickly.

  "My thing is so soft and weak, how can I control it to get in there and spray stuff?" Lao San asked with a innocent face, I dare bet he wouldn't ask so many questions when attending Jia Fu Zi's class!

  For the mental health of young people, I am willing to dedicate myself.

  "When you're two years older, you'll know that at this time, your thing will grow longer and thicker, and it won't be soft anymore. It will stand upright and not fall down, making it easier to control when inserting into a woman's place. Of course, you'll need to practice more with your wife in the future. As for ejaculation, after entering, you still need to repeatedly move in and out... (I made some hand gestures) When you reach a certain limit, you'll feel extremely comfortable, and naturally, you'll ejaculate - uh, this is also something that will develop slowly as you practice with your wife in the future. Don't think too much about it now."

  "Understood," Old Three nodded like a small chicken pecking at rice, sincerely and admiringly saying, "Big Brother really understands a lot."

  I broke out in a cold sweat.

  In fact, this thing is probably useless in a real-life "battle array", I'm just saying a few unnecessary words ahead of time.

  But I've also heard that there are some masters who have reached a certain level of enlightenment and believe that if a man and woman sleep in the same bed, they will become pregnant.

  It is often said that China is a vast and populous country, with an abundance of wonders and curiosities. Indeed, all manner of strange and bizarre people and events can be found here, emerging one after another without end.

  I can only admire.