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As night fell, everyone was having dinner.

Jiang Chengzhou carried a bowl to the second-floor balcony by himself.

Deng Jing asked curiously, "What's wrong with Chengzhou?"

Lin Zhilan suppressed a laugh, "He's found himself a job; now he's pretending to be a policeman."

Jiang Chengzhou is not stupid.

He was certain that Liang Ping was the thief, and that Liang Ping must be feeling guilty and wouldn't dare spend any money.

If he were Liang Ping, his first thought would definitely be to hide the money or throw it somewhere else.

While eating, Jiang Chengzhou kept his ears open, listening to what was happening at Liang Ping's house.

The second-floor balcony faces the neighbor's yard directly, offering a fantastic view.

Meanwhile, when Commander Han returned home from get off work, he sensed that something was off about the atmosphere at home.

Wang Xiuzhi came up to him and handed him a wet towel to wipe his face.

Commander Han asked in a deep voice, "What happened at home?"

Wang Xiuzhi glanced at Liang Ping and recounted everything that had happened that afternoon.

Commander Han's face immediately darkened. He called Liang Ping over and stared at him sternly, "Did you steal their money or not?"

Compared to Wang Xiuzhi, Liang Ping was more afraid of this father he had only met a few times.

His legs trembled, and he lowered his head, saying, "No, I didn't steal it."

Commander Han frowned and stared at him for a long time.

The military upholds human rights, but families don't.

Commander Han and Wang Xiuzhi searched the house and Liang Ping's person, but found no money, so they stopped.

Regiment Commander Han warned Liang Ping, "It's best you didn't steal anything. Remember this: the army has its rules, and soldiers' families are especially forbidden from doing such shameful things. If I find out you've been dishonest, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Liang Ping lowered his head and spoke in a barely audible voice, "I understand."

As night deepened, the entire residential compound fell silent.

Liang Ping lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, motionless.

He is now feeling both scared and regretful.

If he could do it all over again, he definitely wouldn't go in, and he definitely wouldn't steal the money.

This was the first time he had done something like this, and he was already flustered. Then Jiang Chengzhou caught him in the act, and the little bit of smug satisfaction he had when he was stealing it was completely washed away by his panic.

At Liang Ping's age, he is somewhat sensible, but he only has a superficial understanding of things.

He knew that stealing money was wrong, so he was afraid of being discovered and subconsciously imagined the consequences to be very serious.

Once you tell the first lie, you'll have to tell countless more.

Liang Ping waited for an unknown amount of time until he was sure everyone in his family was asleep before slowly sitting up and pulling out a few paper tickets from under his shoe insole.

Liang Ping dared not spend the money.

He originally intended to throw the money into the latrine so that no one would find it.

But he really couldn't bear to part with the money.

With so much money, I don't even know how many kilograms of meat I could buy.

Liang Ping sat on the edge of the bed, his mind a complete mess.

After thinking for a long time, he decided to bury the money somewhere first.

Liang Ping put on his shoes and tiptoed out of the room.

The main room was pitch black. He groped his way to the door and carefully pulled the latch open little by little.

Even the slightest sound would make Liang Ping wait a while to make sure no one was awake before he dared to continue.

The moonlight was very bright, turning the courtyard into a silvery white.

Liang Ping looked around, found a corner at the base of the wall, and started digging with a broken tile.

Fearing the noise of digging with tiles would be too loud, he switched to digging directly by hand.

Just then, a flashlight beam shone directly from the second floor across the street and hit Liang Ping in the face.

Liang Ping froze, almost unable to breathe for a moment.

Jiang Chengzhou's voice broke the silence of the alley.

"Help! Thief! Someone's stealing!"

The room was lit up, and Liang Ping slumped to the ground.

Commander Han walked out with a flashlight and saw Liang Ping sitting on the ground with some dug soil and banknotes next to him. What else didn't he understand?

He pulled a bamboo stick, about the thickness of a little finger, from the pile of firewood by the wall and lashed it at Liang Ping's leg.

Although the bamboo strips are only as thick as a little finger, they are very resilient and hurt the most when used to hit someone.

Liang Ping yelled in pain and sprang to his feet, wanting to run but not daring to.

He could only stand there, shrinking back, his hands instinctively reaching out to block.

The bamboo stick struck the back of my hand, immediately leaving a red mark.

"I'll teach you to steal! I'll teach you to lie!"

Commander Han's bamboo stick fell one after another, but fortunately he was still somewhat restrained, only aiming at fleshy areas like the calves and buttocks.

Liang Ping burst into tears, not daring to hide or beg for mercy.

Jiang Chengzhou stood on the second-floor balcony, holding a flashlight in his hand, looking somewhat lost.

He originally wanted to catch the thief and expose Liang Ping, but now that he saw Liang Ping being beaten, he didn't feel so happy anymore.

Lin Zhilan was awakened by Jiang Chengzhou's shouts.

She went out onto the balcony, grabbed her eldest nephew's ear, and said, "You're staying up all night to catch a thief?"

Jiang Chengzhou wasn't his usual carefree self; his shoulders slumped. "Auntie, Liang Ping got beaten by his dad... he was beaten really badly."

Lin Zhilan and Su Lang rarely hit their children, and even when they did, it was just in jest.

Ma Xiaodong and his two brothers were often beaten. Sometimes Liu Chunhua and Commander Ma would do a doubles beating, but they would slap them with their hands, unlike Commander Han who would whip them directly with bamboo sticks.

Lin Zhilan walked to the railing and looked across.

Several neighbors who had been woken up by the noise had rushed over and were trying to break up the fight.

She poked Jiang Chengzhou's head. "Let's go, let's go take a look too."

Lin Zhilan led Jiang Chengzhou downstairs and they walked to the entrance of the Han family's courtyard.

Commander Han had already been pulled back by Li Jiang and Commander Ma. Liang Ping was huddled in the corner, his exposed calves covered with red welts from being whipped with bamboo sticks.

Wang Xiuzhi cried and tried to comfort him, while also scolding Liang Ping for being useless and making his father angry.

Commander Han, panting heavily, stared at Liang Ping and asked, "Tell me, why did you steal the money?!"

Liang Ping didn't say a word, just kept crying, her shoulders heaving, she was crying so hard she was almost passing out.

"I'm asking you a question! Speak up!" Commander Han roared, his voice like thunder.

The more he acted this way, the less Liang Ping dared to speak up.

Wang Xiuzhi tugged at Commander Han's clothes, "Comrade Lin is here."

Commander Han grabbed Liang Ping from the ground and shoved him in front of Lin Zhilan and Jiang Chengzhou. "Go! Apologize!"

Liang Ping stood there shivering, head bowed, his shoulders twitching, but he still refused to speak.

Commander Han's anger, which he had just suppressed, flared up again, and he raised his hand to hit someone again.

Li Jiang had already taken the bamboo strip, and he raised his hand, about to slap Liang Ping in the face.

Jiang Chengzhou instinctively pulled Liang Ping back, preventing him from getting slapped.

Liang Ping looked up in surprise and glanced at Jiang Chengzhou.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then lowered his head again.