August 2025
Wang Guochang died of an illness.
On the seventh day after his death, the sky was overcast.
Two figures knelt before his grave.
One was his daughter, Wang Xue. The other was his wife, Yu Cuizhen.
Wang Xue was not yet forty, but half her hair had already turned white. Her face was haggard.
As she burned paper money, she sobbed in anguish. “Dad! Open your eyes and look!
Your daughter and your wife are about to be driven to our deaths by your own younger brother!
Your brother has taken over our fields and blocked the door to our house. Now he claims the land and the old house as his own!”
“If your spirit is watching over us, take your brother and his whole family with you!”
“Your daughter is useless. I couldn’t protect our family’s property. If you’d had a son, our family wouldn’t have been bullied like this!”
Yu Cuizhen hunched over, her hair in disarray and her eyes swollen and red from crying. Her voice was hoarse.
“Husband, how did you get the family fields registered? How did they end up under your brother Wang Er’s name? I asked you to take care of one thing, and you were this careless!
Now we’ve lost our land and our home. How am I, an old woman, supposed to live?”
“You spent your whole life giving in, being a good person!
And when you died, you pushed your wife and daughter into a fire pit! You were willing to be a good man, so why couldn’t you save your wife and child?”
“And our son Jianjun was drowned by your own brother at the reservoir. It wasn’t an accident at all!
Your brother is a beast wearing human skin!”
