Don't underestimate these little guys. The oldest is only 12 or 13 years old, and the youngest is 5 or 6 years old. But when they beat people, they are really ruthless. They punch and kick people on the head and stomach. After a few hits, Zhao Xiaosheng's nose bleeds and his whole face is swollen. Shen Bing and I were terrified. If they continue to beat like this, they will not know how to stop. They will definitely beat Zhao Xiaosheng to death. How much hatred do they have to be so cruel
Shen Bing and I quickly reached out to stop the fight and drove them away. When the kids saw the adults intervening, they pointed at Zhao Xiaosheng's spine and cursed him before running back to the village.
Shen Bing went to help Zhao Xiaosheng up, but the child was quite stubborn. He opened her hand and stood up shakily. I don't know if he recognized us or not. He stared at us with hatred, without any gratitude. I sighed in my heart, this child may be influenced by his father, and his personality is a bit weird.
"Your name is Xiaosheng, right?" Shen Bing reached out to touch his head.
The child opened it again, glared at her, and ran hurriedly to the south field, holding his chest. Looking at his back, we were very curious, where was he going? Was he like Pang Furong's daughter, a child without a father, stealing things everywhere and refusing to go home
From a distance, I saw him running to a grave, kneeling there, and shaking out everything hidden in his chest. It was too far away to see what it was, but it was probably an offering of flowers and fruits? Whose grave was he visiting? Even if his father was dead, he died in Death Valley, and his family would not know. It couldn't be his mother's grave, right
Thinking of this, Shen Bing and I looked at each other, with the same thoughts, and we both walked towards the fields. When we got to the grave, I heard the child crying in agony: "Mom, mom, please say something..."
Our hearts ached. It was indeed his mother's grave. Zhao Chengshi might be dead. His mother was gone too. The child was now an orphan. Orphans like him were most likely to learn bad things. Alas, it was all Zhao Chengshi's fault. Wouldn't it be better if he could just farm a few acres of land at home and enjoy the happiness of a family? But now, his family was broken up, leaving his son alone and helpless.
Shen Bing squatted down and was about to speak when suddenly a woman's voice came from underground: "Xiaosheng, didn't I tell you not to come again?"
What's going on? My nerves immediately tensed up. A woman's voice came out from underground in broad daylight. How dare this ghost? However, I looked carefully at the source of the sound and found that the tomb was actually a mound made of bricks. There was a ventilation hole underneath, and the sound came from there.
Qiuzi is a burial custom in our area, also called a tomb mound. Because this area still has the traditional funeral custom of male superiority and female inferiority, men who die first can be buried in peace, but women who die before men cannot be buried. The coffin is placed in the tomb mound first, and then buried together with the man after he dies.
But even if it is a grave mound, it is only put in after a woman dies, and a living person cannot be sealed in it. I was immediately shocked and angry. This child is too unfilial. The father died outside and didn't come back, so you buried the mother? That is no different from burying her alive, and he pretends to be a filial son. It's really sad to cry here.