“The men split into two groups, one to dig a pit for me, the other to fill in the pit with Jincai’s family. Jincai’s daughter began to cry. ‘Mommy, the sand’s getting in my eyes.’ So Jincai’s wife wrapped her wide sleeves around the girl’s head. Jincai’s son struggled to climb out of the pit, but was knocked back down by one of the shovels. The boy began to bawl. Jincai’s mother, on the other hand, sat down, and was quickly buried in sand. She was gasping for air. ‘Communist Party, ah, the Communist Party!’ she grumbled. ‘We women are dying by your hand!’ ‘So you finally got it, now that you’re about to die!’ Little Lion said. ‘Jincai, all you have to do is shout “Down with the Communist Party” three times, and ITI spare a member of your family. That way there’ll be someone to tend your grave in the future.’ Jincai’s mother and wife both pleaded with him, ‘Go ahead, Jincai, do it, and hurry!’ His face nearly covered with sand, Jincai glared fiercely. ‘No, I won’t do it!’ ‘Okay, you’ve got backbone,’ Little Lion said admiringly as he took the shovel from one of his men, scooped up sand, and flung it into the pit. Jincai’s mother wasn’t moving. The sand covered his wife up to her neck; it had already buried his daughter and all but the head of his son, who reached up with his hands to keep struggling to get out. Black blood was seeping out of his wife’s nose and ears, while the words ‘Agony, oh, such agony’ poured out of the black hole that was her mouth. Little Lion paused in his work and said to Jincai, ‘Well, what do you say now?’ Panting like an ox, Jincai, whose head had swelled up like a basket, said, ‘No problem, Little Lion.’ ‘Because we were childhood friends,’ Little Lion said, ‘I’ll give you one more chance. All you have to do is shout “Long live the Nationalist Party,” and I’ll dig you out.’ With wide, staring eyes, Jincai stammered, ‘Long live the Communist Party…’ Infuriated, Little Lion recommenced flinging sand into the pit. Jincai’s wife and kids were quickly buried, but there was still some movement just below the surface, which showed they weren’t all dead yet. All of a sudden, we were shocked to see Jincai’s swollen head stick up in a terrifying manner. He could no longer speak, and blood was seeping from his nose and his eyes. The veins on his forehead were as big as silkworms. So Little Lion started jumping up and down to pack down the sand. Then he squatted down in front of Jincai’s head. ‘Well, what do you say now?’ he asked; Jincai could no longer answer. Little Lion tapped him on the head with his finger and said, ‘Say, men, want to try some human brains?’ ‘Who’d want to eat that stuff?’ they said. ‘It’d make me puke.’ ‘Some people have eaten it,’ Little Lion said. ‘Detachment Leader Chen, for one. Add some soy sauce and strips of ginger, he said, and it tastes like jellied bean curd.’ The man who was digging the other pit climbed out and said, ‘It’s ready, sir!’ Little Lion walked over to take a look. ‘Come over here, my distant aunty, and tell me what you think of this crypt I made for you.’ ‘Lion,’ I said, ‘Lion, show a little mercy and spare this old life.’ ‘What does someone as old as you have to live for? If I let you go, I’ll just have to find someone to take your place, since I need an even hundred.’ So I said to him, ‘Then finish me off with your sword. Being buried alive is just too horrible!’ All that turtle-spawn son of a bitch said was, ‘Life is nothing but suffering. But when you die, you go straight to Heaven,’ before he kicked me down into the pit. That’s when a bunch of people came shouting their way out of Sandy Ridge Village, with Sima Ku, the junior steward of Felicity Manor. I’d taken care of his third wife in the past, and all I could think was, my savior has arrived, swaggering up to us in riding boots. He’d aged a lot in the years since I’d last seen him. ‘Who are you?’ he asked. ‘Me? I’m Little Lion!’ ‘What are you up to?’ ‘Burying people.’ ‘Burying who?’ ‘The head of the Sandy Ridge militia, Jincai, and his family’ Sima Ku walked up to where I was. ‘Who’s that down there?’ ‘Second Master, save me!’ I shouted. ‘I took care of your third wife. I’m the wife of Guo Luoguo.’ ‘Ah, it’s you,’ he said. ‘How did you fall into his hands?’ ‘I talked when I shouldn’t have. Show me some mercy, Second Master.’ Sima Ku turned to Little Lion. ‘Let her go,’ he said. ‘If I do that, Team Leader, I won’t get an even hundred.’ ‘Forget the number. Just kill those who deserve to be killed.’ One of his men reached down with his shovel, so I could climb out of the pit. You can say what you want, but Sima Ku is a reasonable man, and if not for him, that bastard Little Lion would have buried me alive.”
The officials dragged and pushed old woman Guo out of the room.
Ashen-faced Teacher Cai picked up her pointer and returned to the spot where she had collapsed and recommenced her descriptions of torture. Even though tears filled her eyes as she droned on in a desolate tone of voice, the students were no longer crying. My gaze swept the faces of all those people who had been pounding their chests and stomping their feet, now showing the effects of exhaustion and impatience. All those drawings, reeking of blood, had turned insipid, sort of like flatcakes that have soaked in liquid for days then laid out to dry. Compared to what we’d heard from old woman Guo, whose personal experience had given her the voice of authority, the drawings and explanations had lost their appeal to our emotions.