Amarrada pelos inimigos da família, colocada em um saco de estopa e jogada no rio, ela sobrevive por um triz; para salvar a vida do filho, grita do fundo do coração “lutar pela vida”, ignorando humilh
It was a morning in early March 1958. Zhang Caiyun, a resident of Wangjiayu Village, lay in bed, listlessly wringing out a tattered towel soaked in sweat and blood, when she suddenly heard her youngest daughter, Yucui, crying out from the backyard: "Mama, Mama..."
She struggled to pull herself up from the bed, but her legs refused to obey. She had no choice but to call for her eldest son: "Yuqiang, go to the backyard quickly and see what's wrong with your sister!"
Yuqiang rushed to the backyard and saw Yucui running and crying. The neighbor’s boy, Santoutou, was chasing closely behind her, his hands waving wildly at her. Yuqiang let out a thunderous roar: "Stop that!"
Seeing Yuqiang approach, Santoutou turned and fled.
Yuqiang stepped closer and saw that his sister’s clothes were covered in filth. Enraged, he lunged forward, grabbed Santoutou just as he was about to climb over the wall, and gave him a sound thrashing. Santoutou wailed, "Help! Help!..."
Santoutou’s grandfather rushed over. Seeing his grandson’s nose bleeding profusely, he didn't bother to ask what had happened. He immediately slapped Yuqiang across the face, shouting, "You little brat, tired of living?" He then pinned Yuqiang to the ground and began to beat him mercilessly.
Caiyun, seeing this, found strength from somewhere unknown. She charged into the backyard and roared, "Stop! How can you beat a child?"
"Look at what he did to my grandson! I’m going to teach him a lesson today," th