The old farmer turned around and left without saying a word. I, Zhang Yujie, and Zhao Wusheng followed him through a courtyard and then came to the back room.
The old farmer opened the door to the back room, and the three of us followed him in.
There was a dirty square table in the middle of the room, with some playing cards scattered on it, and a white candle lit in the middle. The flickering light illuminated the small room quite clearly.
A squatting person next to the square table suddenly stood up and said with the same strong accent: "You are here!"
I noticed that there was a tall and thick man lying next to him, but his head was covered by a sack and his face could not be seen.[
Hearing someone come in, the man whose head was covered with a sack suddenly screamed "Woooo" and his body twisted, but his hands and feet were tied with hemp rope and could not move.
"Kick you to death again!" The farmer next to him suddenly kicked the man hard on the head. Sure enough, he stopped and just moaned softly.
"How is he?" Zhao Wusheng asked.
"He refused to eat at first, so we just starved him for two days, and now he won't eat anything." The old farmer who opened the door for us said before, and smiled honestly: "Of course, he was beaten many times."
I swallowed silently, still guessing who the person lying on the ground was and why he was tied here? Being sent to such a remote wilderness, I'm afraid...
I didn’t dare to think about it anymore, I just knew that I was probably exposed to real underworld behavior!
There was some fear, some excitement, some trepidation, some disgust, and some confusion in my heart.
As soon as Zhang Yujie came in, his eyes were fixed on the man with his head covered on the ground, with an unpredictable look on his face.
A spark suddenly flashed in my mind, could it be...
Zhao Wusheng nodded and said: "You two go out first, don't go too far, just wait for us nearby."
The two old farmers nodded together and went out, closing the door behind them.
The candle on the square table was burning out, flickering on and off. Zhang Yujie walked over and picked it. The candle regained some short-term vitality, and it seemed that it could last for a while.
There were some scattered straws on the ground, as well as a few broken bowls and chopsticks, with some leftovers inside.