"Sis, should we go take a look?" An Ping was a boy with quite some courage, driven by the urge to get to the bottom of any unusual happenings.
An Hao grabbed An Ping firmly and gently shook her head.
It was different at night than during the day. If it were something good, why would they come here in the middle of the night?
The sounds suggested it was a rendezvous for a secret affair, and what a place they had chosen, far from where the villagers lived. Few people would venture here at night, so any noise made wouldn't alert anyone in the village.
Silently carrying his things, An Ping prepared to head back with An Hao.
Suddenly, there was the sound of heavy breathing, accompanied by a woman's coquettish protest, "You deadbeat! What's the rush? How long has it been since you've 'paid your public grain'?"
"That shrew at home just turns my stomach, I'll only 'pay my public grain' to you from now on! Snow Plum, come on, take off your clothes!"