Time: the evening of May 3, 2011
One day, the beggar came to this village and saw that the host was welcoming guests in white filial attire. He knew it was gone. At this time, the beggar was really hungry and couldn’t hold on. He didn’t think that the family was a man or a woman, old or young, so he bit the bullet and cried, “Hey…my friend, my good My friend, you just left…”
Unbeknownst to this family, they really thought it was a beggar friend his father had recognized during his lifetime, so they welcomed him home and gave him a full meal. When he left, he gave him some clothes that his father wore, and also gave him some clothes. Some food.
I don’t know how long it took before this beggar encountered this kind of thing in another village. The beggar cried falsely again and said: “Hey…my old friend, my good friend…”
Before the beggar could finish reading, the children of this family quickly gathered around and punched and beat. The beggar hurriedly begged and said: “Don’t fight, don’t fight, I just want to eat something. Do you have to kill I can’t do it?”
Everyone stop. The son said angrily: “If you want to beg for food today, I will let you eat the land, but today you use this method to destroy my mother’s reputation. It’s weird if I don’t kill you!” He wanted to continue beating after he finished. Older relatives caught him, scared the beggar got up and ran away.