When I was a child, I remember that the object of criticism was not a landlord, but a churchman.
At that time, it was the end of the 70s, and there were fewer criticism meetings in the memory of the post-70s.
The guy who saw the critic one day was impressed because I knew him.
He was criticized during the day, and at night he was put into the sweet potato cellar, which is the cellar where the sweet potatoes were stored in the winter, and in the spring the sweet potatoes were gone, and the sweet potato cellar was empty, and that day the man was put in there.
That man was very honest and tenacious, and no matter what the cadres said to make him declare his departure from Christianity, he would not do so, so the diehards in the city, one of the most fierce brigade cadres, scolded the most fiercely, and beat him the most.
This man just thought he was right, so he was later sentenced to eight years.
Later, the beating person got cancer, it seemed to be stomach cancer, it was already the 80s, although everyone could eat enough, but there was still not much money left, because they were separated and worked alone, there were fewer cadres in the brigade, and this cadre had no privileges.
He had no money for medical treatment, so he also chose to become religious. Later, those who were criticized and fought back then were also released from prison, and they taught to forgive, and they called sisters and brothers together, so the people who were beaten at the beginning also came to pray for the beaters, and they lifted the estrangement between each other.
That cancer patient was not bad, and he lived for four or five years without treatment.
