The Record of Righteousness

After the Bai family was wiped out, the second-born Bai Zhelan could not escape the bad luck.

He was first impeached by the censors, and then ordered to be dismissed from office by the court. On his way back to Beijing, he was inexplicably killed by a group of bandits.

However, this is far from over, and the embers have not been extinguished.

Anyone who has any connection with the Bai family will be arrested and tortured by the officials.

It happened that the officials of Shuntian Prefecture were replaced, and the newly appointed local officials were busy hunting down the remnants of the Bai family, hoping to catch more people to show their merits to Cao Gong, the governor of the East Factory.

The dilapidated courtyard is hidden in the dense grass and trees, and the traces of time are mottled and intertwined on its walls.

The tiles are incomplete, and a few dry branches poke their heads out of the cracks, swaying in the wind.

A muddy dirt road has passed through the intestines since then, connecting with dozens of other equally dilapidated earthen houses.

They are all tenants of the Bai family.

The courtyard door was half open, creaking, and a silent atmosphere seemed to be covered by mud. The stone benches on both sides had been eroded by wind and rain, and were covered with green moss. Next to the stone benches, a few tenacious wild flowers grew out of the cracks in the stone, dotted with a touch of vitality.

A gloomy man, thinly dressed, lame on one leg, limped and closed the door with a hoe.

In the corner of the courtyard, there was a dilapidated well with moss on the well wall.

The rope was worn out, and the barrel was even more dilapidated.

This well witnessed the rise and fall of the courtyard. The once clear spring has now dried up, leaving only a dead silence.

The lame man walked to the wooden barrel, smashed a hole in the ice, and then picked up an ice cube and put it in his mouth, chewing it.

The main house of the courtyard looked particularly dilapidated. The tiles on the roof had long lost their former luster under the erosion of wind and rain. From time to time, a few tiles slid from the height and broke on the ground.

Under the eaves, spider webs are densely covered, and occasionally a few insects stop here, exploring the possibility of survival.

The couplet on the door lintel has been eroded by time, the handwriting is blurred, and only a few incomplete strokes can be vaguely recognized.

The situation inside the room is equally desolate, with several tables and chairs with missing legs and feet, a shabby bed, and the bedding on the bed has turned yellow and exudes a musty smell.

A yellowed calligraphy and painting hangs on the wall, and the mountains and rivers in the painting have been covered with dust and have lost their original colors.

An oil lamp flickers with a weak light, as if it may go out at any time. It hangs alone on the wall, looking particularly lonely.

The woman heard the movement outside the house and hurriedly looked out.

She was wrapped in a faded cotton gown, her face was haggard, her lips were pale, her face was as thin as a knife, her eyes were big and her eyelids were double-lidded, she had only one hairpin on her head, and her hair, which was mixed with gray and black, was casually tied up. If you look closely, you can see bruises all over her face, blue and purple.

But seeing her husband coming back, she still greeted him with a smile.

"Boss, you're back."

"Yeah."

The lame man threw the hoe on the ground with a clang, and ignored the woman, and walked straight into the dark room.

Several people gathered around a black, shiny wooden table, silent, with only the sound of "slurping" of eating.

There were only a few grains of rice in those black bowls, and there were two broken bowls on the table, one with pickled vegetables, and the other with two or three black steamed breads. The cold wind blew in from time to time, and the hands of several people were frozen and cracked.

The lame man was the head of the family. If he didn't speak, the woman and the children wouldn't dare to speak.

He threw a piece of dark, soft pickled vegetables into his mouth, and gulped down a mouthful of rice soup.

"I stayed in the field yesterday and didn't come back. It was the day of giving blood. Have you forgotten? Why didn't you go to the master's house?"

The woman chewed slowly and stopped abruptly. She glanced at her man timidly and put down her bowl and chopsticks in a weak voice.

"I went there yesterday, but on the way there, I heard that the Bai family was confiscated by the government and everyone was dead. Fourth Aunt also said that the officials were arresting people from the Bai family everywhere, so I ran back quickly."

The lame man slowly put down the bowl in his hand, and after two breaths, he became furious.

"How is it possible? How can you talk nonsense, you vicious woman!"

"The master's brother is a high-ranking official in the capital, and the second young master is a prefect in another place. How could the officials come to arrest my family? You bitch lied without blinking an eye."

"I think you are eager for my Bai family to be confiscated. Have you not forgotten the trivial things in the past? You bitch! I must beat you to death today!"

The cripple's yellow teeth were crooked and his mouth was spitting. He became more and more angry as he spoke. He was so angry when he saw his wife's appearance that he raised his hand to hit her.

"Don't hit my mother!"

A six or seven-year-old boy screamed and ran over to hug the cripple's hand in the air.

The cripple's eyes were wide open, and he flipped the table with a crackling sound. He raised his hand and slapped the boy to the ground.

"You little bastard, you're rebelling, get out of here!"

"If you keep yelling, I'll beat you up too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lame man cursed and punched and kicked his wife, beating her hard all over her face.

The other three kids, about three or two years old, huddled together in a corner in fear and cried loudly.

"Mom! Brother! Wuuuuuuu"

"Dad, don't hit my mom!"

The lame man sneered and pointed at the oldest boy.

"This is not your real brother! Where is this bastard? Only your mother knows."

"After I deal with this bitch, I'll deal with this bastard!"

The lame man turned around and picked up a bowl and smashed it on the woman's head, and blood gushed out immediately.

He didn't stop there, and immediately punched and kicked the woman with a ferocious face. The woman curled up on the ground and struggled. In a blink of an eye, she was covered with scars and blood.

"You bitch! Whore! Slut!"

"If I don't beat you to death today, I won't be surnamed Bai."

"The master was kind enough to save your life, rewarded me with three rooms, and provided us with food and clothing. What else do you want? You repay kindness with enmity, and just hate the people of my Bai family. You wish we were all dead, right?"

"I'll beat you to death, you ungrateful wolf."

The woman was beaten without saying a word. For four whole years, she survived like this.

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