Time flies, and winter has arrived in the blink of an eye.

When it was time to leave work in the afternoon, Shen Chuntao hurriedly stopped Liu Dazhu.

"Captain, I'd like to ask for leave tomorrow. Could you give me a letter of introduction? I'd like to go to the county town."

Liu Dazhu scraped the mud off his feet without looking up. "What are you going to the county town for? There are still a lot of sweet potatoes left to dig up!"

"Captain, tomorrow is the sixth day of the new year."

Liu Dazhu paused, as if he had thought of something, and after a long while, he looked up at Shen Chuntao with a complicated expression.

"Alright."

"Once this is over, let bygones be bygones, and you should live your life well."

With red eyes, Shen Chuntao lowered her head and said, "I know, I won't be able to accept it if I don't see it with my own eyes."

Liu Dazhu sighed and said with pity, "Come back later to get the letter of introduction."

"Okay, thank you, Captain."

Shen Chuntao looked up, as if she was suppressing something, and thanked Liu Dazhu softly.

The next morning, before dawn, at the first crow of the rooster, she got up and washed.

She put on her best red sweater and then layered a fitted, light cotton coat over it.

She carefully applied face cream and combed her braids neatly before stumbling and making her way towards town in the dark.

Upon arriving in town, we caught the earliest bus, which went directly to the county.

Today is the day Liu Pinggang was executed by firing squad, and she went to watch him be executed.

No matter how good Liu Ping was to her afterward, she could never forget the hurt he had caused her.

Looking back on that time, she already had a hard time in the Xiao family, and then she was harassed, threatened, and forcibly taken by him.

She lived in constant fear, afraid to tell anyone and afraid of being discovered, so she only dared to hide and cry by herself.

Every day felt like walking on a knife's edge; I was on the verge of collapse, unable to sleep for nights on end, and my mind and body were severely damaged.

The shadow cast by Liu Pinggang on him was even greater than that cast by Xiao Hu and Xiao Sanying.

Even though so much time has passed, she still occasionally wakes up from nightmares.

Now that Xiao Hu and Xiao Sanying have both gone down, he's going to die too.

Shen Chuntao hated him to the bone. She not only wanted to watch him die, but also to destroy his heart before he died.

At that time, the country's laws were very strict, and only in this way could people's behavior be restrained and regulated.

For those who are utterly wicked, only the death penalty can quell public anger and deter other people.

In this era, executions can be witnessed by the public.

The purpose of this is to let onlookers know what the consequences will be for violating national laws.

The presence of onlookers not only serves as a warning to the public, but also ensures the transparency of the entire execution process, allowing the public to supervise it.

Many organizations occasionally organize mandatory observation sessions for employees or members with problematic backgrounds or ideologies.

When Shen Chuntao arrived at the execution point, there were already quite a few onlookers huddled together, looking rather timid.

Many of them were clearly brought here by their work units or neighborhood offices forcibly to watch and learn.

To Shen Chuntao's surprise, she actually saw Song Zaizhao in the crowd.

Shen Chuntao knew that the other party had come for Xiao Jiabao.

She didn't hate Song Zaizhao, because although he stood by and watched her in that mud pit, he never laid a hand on her. At most, he only used the child to steal resources for survival.

But she didn't regret it, because Xiao Jiabao deserved to die too.

Born into the Xiao family environment, and especially under the education of Xiao Sanying and others, Xiao Jiabao learned how to compete for survival resources from a very young age.

Her daughter, Yan Yan, died just two months later, still bound with a quilt.

Furthermore, she was sandwiched between two pillows, making it impossible for her to turn over on her own.

Not long after Yan Yan died, she remembered an incident where Xiao Jiabao entered her room. When she followed him in, she saw Xiao Jiabao strangling her Yan Yan.

So, on the seventh day after the incident, she tricked and threatened Xiao Jiabao.

He yelled at her defiantly.

"I'm the one who turned it over for her, what can you do about it?"

"Grandma said she was a useless piece of trash and it would be better if she died. Not only did she steal my fine grains, but she also wasted the family's food."

“You’re all worthless. Only I can eat that fragrant rice porridge. I am the eldest grandson of the Xiao family, and I am the treasure of the Xiao family.”

"If this money-losing product dies, it's dead. No one will be competing with me for rice cereal anymore."

As he spoke, Xiao Jiabao punched and kicked her, saying, "I'll teach you to steal my rice cereal and my steamed egg custard."

Shen Chuntao almost went berserk on the spot.

She never imagined that just because she didn't have enough breast milk and cooked rice porridge for Yan Yan a few times, and Xiao Jiabao asked for it but she didn't give it to him, he would kill Yan Yan.

But she had to beg Xiao Sanying on her knees to get that small bag of rice noodles; it was the food that kept Yan Yan alive.

That was Yan Yan's life; she couldn't bear to part with it.

Moreover, as the eldest grandson of the Xiao family, Xiao Jiabao is clearly favored at home. Sometimes even his mother-in-law's most beloved son, Xiao Jian, has to avoid him.

He had no reason to steal Yan Yan's share of rice soup.

Xiao Jiabao is already six years old and knows a bit about things. That's his sister. How could he be so heartless as to do that?

How much pain and despair must Yan Yan have felt when she struggled desperately to save herself with her thin hands?

How long did it take to scratch those delicate fingers until they bled?

What was Xiao Jiabao doing at that time?

He stood by and watched with great interest, watching Yan Yan struggle and listening to her desperate cries. When Yan Yan turned her face to the side to breathe, he turned her face back to her original position and finally stuffed some hexachlorocyclohexane (HCH) into her mouth with his fingers.

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