Luo Qiao also received a call from Lu Yichen and heard about what happened in the Bai family.

Luo Qiao has no objection to taking care of the orphans of martyrs. On the contrary, she welcomes it very much. She knows that without the soldiers' fearlessness of life and death and their perseverance, they would not have their happy life and peaceful years.

What's more, they now have the ability to do so, so not only did they not object, they also said they would go with him to pick up the person.

Because it was inconvenient to change buses several times, the two of them decided to drive there. Luo Qiao prepared a lot of food and drinks in advance, in case of special situations. She also carefully prepared two sets of clothes and shoes in different sizes for the child.

He asked for leave from the hospital, said goodbye to his family, and then went to the Bai family with Lu Yichen.

The two took turns driving for a day and a night before they arrived at Zifeng Commune where the Bai family lived. They found a place to have breakfast, then went to the commune to find the relevant responsible personnel to explain the situation, and then went to Dabai Village.

Because the Chinese New Year was approaching, every household was cleaning and preparing food for the New Year. Instead of driving into the village, they chose to park their car on the road outside the village and entered the village carrying the cakes they brought from the capital.

As they walked towards the village, the children in the village looked at them curiously, but no one dared to get close to them. They just followed them not far behind, chattering.

When they arrived at the front door of the Bai family, they heard crying and cursing coming from inside: "You bastard, you eat free meals at home all day long, and you do your work so sloppily. Tell me, what else can you do? Why don't you just die with your mother?"

Then I heard the child crying in silence: "I will do better next time, please don't hit me, it hurts."

But the woman still smiled: "It hurts, it hurts, and you dare to beg for mercy from me."

The child cried out, "Grandpa, save me, I will work hard in the future."

Lu Yichen kicked the door of the Bai family open with one foot. Luo Qiao took out some candies and sent the children behind him to call the village cadres.

When the children got the candies, they ran to call for help.

The second daughter-in-law of the Bai family, who was beating someone in the yard of the Bai family, was frightened. After Luo Qiao entered the yard, she saw the child who was beaten and huddled in the corner in thin clothes, and her anger rose immediately.

Under the gaze of the villagers outside the courtyard, he approached the woman, snatched the whip from her hand, and then slapped the woman: "You like to beat people, don't you? You should have a taste of this too."

Luo Qiao was ruthless, hitting people in places that others could not easily see, and using clever strength. The pain was horrible, but no one could say it was excessive.

The woman was crying in pain, and when the Bai family heard the noise, they came out from the house, the backyard, and the gate. The second son of the Bai family saw his wife being beaten and wanted to step forward to stop them.

"Who the hell are you? How can you hit someone so casually?"

Seeing that everyone had come out and stopped beating, Luo Qiao threw away the whip in her hand and said, "I thought you were all deaf, but it turns out you can hear. Where were you when this woman beat the child?"

At this time, the village cadres also rushed over. When the village chief saw Lu Yichen and Luo Qiao, he knew that they were not people they could afford to offend, so he hurried forward and asked, "Comrade, I am the village chief of Dabai Village, who are you?"

Lu Yichen said, "I am a comrade-in-arms of Comrade Bai Congjun, and you are the head of Dabai Village. Do you know that the Bai family abused the orphans of martyrs?"

The village chief didn't know what to say. Everyone in the village knew about the Bai family's affairs, but there was nothing they could do about it. The second daughter-in-law of the Bai family was a badass and should not be provoked.

Lu Yichen asked: "I want to know where Comrade Bai Congjun's lover is?"

The yard was eerily quiet now. Even the second daughter-in-law of the Bai family stopped howling. She was too guilty to dare to look up.

The child in Luo Qiao's arms suddenly burst into tears: "My mother is dead. She went to find my father. They don't give her food or medicine. She will never come back."

Luo Qiao was so heartbroken and didn't know how to comfort her child, so she had to ask for help from the aunties and aunties outside.

A woman who was close to the child's mother came in and hugged the child to comfort him: "Be good, Taifeng. Your mother will be sad if she sees you. Didn't Taifeng promise your mother to be strong, right?"

The woman's eyes were red as she tried to persuade them: "Taifeng is a little man, we have to stop crying. Look, your father's comrades are here, someone is here to help you, let's stop crying, okay?"

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The village chief then said, "Cong Jun's daughter is sick. She has been in poor health since she had a miscarriage in the past few years. She fell seriously ill this winter and was buried three days ago."

Luo Qiao stood up and walked to the center of the yard: "Every one of you in the Bai family is so shameless. You spent the pension for the martyr Bai Congjun, but you beat and scolded the martyr's wife and children. Not only did you not treat him, you also didn't give him food."

The old man of the Bai family was anxious: "Girl, you can't talk nonsense."

Lu Yichen took out a few pieces of paper and threw them in front of them: "Take a good look at what is written here. Is it something your family has done? Aren't you afraid that you will be too embarrassed to see Bai Congjun in the underworld a hundred years later?"

The third son of the Bai family, who was well-educated, hurried forward and picked up the pieces of paper on the ground. The more he looked at them, the paler his face became. In the end, his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the papers.

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