The head of the household was very upset early in the morning because his beloved concubine was beaten by the main wife last night and he had no one to take care of him.
So I was extremely angry early in the morning, so I went into the work shed before dawn and whipped the coolies.
He was born here for generations. Ever since his father's generation, he had wanted to leave and rush to the capital, but unfortunately he could not do so.
Now looking at these criminals who were sent out from Beijing, he became even more jealous.
Seeing an old man stumbling, he went up and whipped him, "You old man, if you still dare to break the law and discipline at your age, I'll see if I don't whip you."
There was a crackle and a slap in the face. The old man's body was already weak and he was usually very pampered. But here, let alone such a difficult environment, it was already a fortune telling that he didn't even die.
"Master, Master, don't, don't fight... I, I..."
There was a "pop" and another whip, and the head of a hundred households said angrily: "I'm a bastard, don't follow me, I will send you to see the King of Hell!"
The old man didn't dare to say anything anymore, but he couldn't bear the whip injury and could only hum.
People around him were angry but dared not speak. There was a boy of thirteen or fourteen who glanced at him. The head of the household jumped over with a howl and slapped his head with a whip, "You little bastard,
You still dare to glare at me? Are you looking for death?"
The boy was so painful that he jumped up and hid around crying: "I didn't stare at you, I didn't stare."
The head of a hundred households snorted and whipped him again, "I didn't stare, I saw it."
After saying that, he was slapped again, and the young man curled up on the ground like the old man, unable to move.
The head of the household groaned and whipped the others, "Hurry up, hurry up, work quickly. Not much salt has been harvested this summer, and the bosses are not happy. This winter will be difficult for you."
No clothes or food, let's see what they do.
It was almost noon, and these coolies were tired, hungry, dizzy, and some of the weak ones either fainted or fell to the ground unable to curse.
A few heads of hundreds of households brought people with them without any hesitation. They were beaten with whips, and those who were frail were beaten to the point of dying.
Several heads of households refused to stop. They only felt that cracking whips could bring them happiness. They were playfully competing, one whipping me and the other, shouting slogans.
A few people couldn't stand it, so they came forward and surrounded him. After muttering a few words, they became more energetic and used some of the moves they had learned to knock them to the ground.
Because these few were stronger and would not faint with a whip, they became happier and whipped harder.
The whip struck the flesh, making a thumping sound, mixed with the sound of tearing skin and flesh, and the wailing sounds of those who were whipped.
Blood, mixed with sand, stained pieces and fell under them, but the heads of hundreds of households and their men still refused to stop.
At this time, a person in the corner stood up silently, separated from the crowd, came forward, and said in a low voice, "Stop."
His voice was very soft, very weak, even without weight.
He was very tall, but he was very slender, with a big beard, and his clothes were ragged. The straw sandals on his feet could no longer hang on, and even his toes were dripping with dirty water.
He has a dark complexion and a big beard, which makes him unrecognizable.
Several heads of households paused their gestures and looked at each other, "Hey, there are some people who are not afraid of death. Boy, what's your name?"
