We always want to educate them with policies and influence them with our true feelings, so that they can eliminate evil and promote good, spit out the old and embrace the new, and return to the people. I am inseparable from them all day long, eating and sleeping together, finding problems and solving them patiently, enduring hardships first and enjoying them last, and inspiring them with the character and charm of a soldier of the people's army. More than half a month has passed, and the organization and discipline are good, and I am very happy. With the passage of time, the deepening of my studies and the exposure of ideological problems, my kind wishes came to naught.

We lived with the insurgents in the northern suburbs. The northern suburbs were originally a reactionary barracks, consisting of two parts, east and west. They were all low barracks, with dry earthen walls, and the two camps in the east and west, empty. The officers in the western suburbs slept on beds, and the soldiers in the eastern suburbs slept without beds. Our staff all slept on the floor. Each person was given a six-foot-long white cloth to make a mattress, and a one-meter-square white cloth was used as a pillow to wrap his clothes, implement a supply system, and eat a large pot of rice without pocket money.

One day, a staff member's baggage suddenly disappeared, and later some people reported that the clothes and rubber shoes in the baggage were also missing. The brigade security department investigated for several days without results. After a few days, the rubber shoes in my baggage also "flew off". I asked the soldier about the situation, and one of the soldiers whispered, "Maybe someone stole it to change the big cigarettes and drink it." "Our cadres stood guard at night, which was supposed to be for the safety of the insurgents, but some people spread rumors that said: "It was the army that prevented the insurgents from escaping." They also spread the rumors that "the army dragged the rebels to shoot them at night," "the army beat people with guns, and the army punished them for kneeling and forced them to hand over ......their money." For a while, rumors spread in the suburbs of the east and west, and the people of the rebels were panicked, and some people had ghosts in their hearts, and they were afraid that they would be shot at night, so they simply did not sleep at night, pretended to be sick at dawn, and did not eat individual meals. For a few nights, gunshots rang out outside the walls of the eastern and western suburbs, and everyone was really in danger and panicked.

When rumors first appeared, we paid close attention to the movements and made full mental preparations. Captain Zhang Wenyi believes that only by openly exposing the rumors of the counterrevolution and educating everyone with the facts can the rumors be calmed down. The captain asked us to mingle more closely with the insurrectionists, to show more concern for the old and sick, to treat each other with sincerity, to make friends with boldness, and to tell them clearly the party's policies. It is necessary to secretly and thoroughly investigate who is spreading rumors and strive to crack the case as soon as possible. Through a period of heart-to-heart talks and enlightenment and education, the thieves and rumor-mongers were identified, and the bad elements were allowed to explain the truth in front of everyone, and people's hearts were at ease.

One of the things that happened in our district team was this:

There was a big smoker, in his forties, and he was skinny. In the early days of the renovation, I secretly smoked a big cigarette in the toilet, and when the big cigarette ran out, I "got sick". As soon as the "illness" appeared, I saw that he was weak and weak, he was dripping, snotty, tears, not eating or drinking, and his eyes were full of feces. Once, when he got up at dawn and everyone was in and out, he went out over the fence and exchanged the clothes, shoes, and jars he had stolen for big cigarettes to enjoy, and a few days later, he suddenly returned. I didn't lose my temper when I saw him come back from a trip, but said to him, "It's good for you to come back, go and eat." "He was so frightened when he saw me looking for him that he cried when he heard me say that. I asked the cook to make him a big bowl of noodles, and he took it with trembling hands, tears rolling in his eyes.

Since he had not been in the class for a few days, the daily necessities issued to him were all (perhaps he had stolen them himself), and later consulted the brigade and sent him another set of clothes and utensils. Our sincerity, perhaps touched him, he ran to the instructor, ashamed to cry loudly, crying very sadly, he confessed his "past and present life", said that he wanted to be a new human ....... Some of the rebels laughed when they saw it, and I said solemnly: Don't laugh, as long as you can know your mistakes and correct them. We enlightened him to study hard and reform his ways in the future.

The smoker has indeed been good for a while. Soon after, he said goodbye and returned a week later. It turned out that he went to change ** again, no wonder it often happens that he loses clothes and daily necessities. This time I spoke to him with a serious and angry attitude. He confessed that he stole a few people's daily necessities and changed them all, and he was afraid that he would not be allowed to leave, so he climbed over the wall. I asked him why he had come back. He replied so easily: "If you don't come back, where will you have food?" "It's really sad about their misfortunes, angry at them, it's the evil old society that pushes them into the abyss from which they can't extricate themselves. Later, he stole the flour from the canteen and returned a month. This person was hopeless, and finally he was really sent to a drug rehabilitation center.

This old man's life story is very tragic. He lost his parents when he was a child, begged for food before he was ten years old, and was later arrested to be a strong man, and he himself went to catch strong men and sell strong men, became a soldier ruffian, and became a single man in the reactionary army. He used to have a family and a daughter, but he took drugs and stole things, and his wife and daughter left him. It was all the old society that ruined him. I pity his misery, but I hate him for not being able to make it and for being willing to fall. I hope he quits smoking and drugs and becomes a real person in the rest of his life.

There was also a small soldier in the district team, named Li Xiaoyu, thirteen years old (he himself said that he was sixteen years old), short and thin, like a monkey, and he was the captain's orderly. He came from a poor background, and he didn't even know the names of his parents, and he didn't know where his family lived. When he came out of begging for food, he was accepted as a service soldier by the captain, and he ate the emperor's food at the top.

Li Xiaoyu is very clever, don't look at him thin, he is still flexible and very hygienic. In the district team, he often took the initiative to clean and dredge the ditches, and when he saw other people's clothes, he sorted them out one by one, which won everyone's love.

When Li Xiaoyu first came, he was innocent and lively, and often missed his captain. We learned that in the three years he was a captain orderly, he did not get a single military ring (the number of officers in the old army was overreported, and they often ate empty sounds, and when they came to check above, they pulled the people to the top number, and a captain ate more than a dozen vacant military sounds), and when he came to our district team, he was wearing a tattered military uniform, a pair of shorts underneath, and even the shorts were torn to expose his buttocks, and a pair of bare feet, rough like pine bark.

Later, we reported to our superiors and found him a pair of small rubber shoes, and he was so moved that he cried while holding them. He said that he had never worn such good shoes since he was born. The female comrades of the brigade health department also changed a small military uniform for him, and he really looked like a little soldier in it. Because of his good life and happy spirits, he was given roundworms and his health improved.

He played the best with Chen Zhenhua (from the military university), a small clerk in the company, who was not much older than him, and often taught him to read and count, and after a long time, Li Xiaoyu could not only write his own name and know many words, but also calculate simple addition and subtraction. The little ghost is clever and diligent, running fast to fetch water and deliver letters, and often goes to the cooking class to help.

Captain Zhang Wenyi also likes him very much, and often touches his head lovingly, and he also feels very honored. Jumping around all day long, very happy, participating in studies and discussions, although I don't know what to say, but never slipping halfway, strong organization and discipline. Later, he was sent to the health team as an "apprentice".