Oh! It turns out that the people here are forced to grow tobacco, make tobacco soil, and exchange food, which is very profitable! They have tobacco soil, and they have "enjoyed" themselves first, so they have created many "drug-addicted families", but they do not realize the destruction of their physical and mental health by the big smoke, and the local people are all skinny and skinny, and it is the smoke that exhausts their body's energy, and also consumes their family property, and the result is getting poorer and poorer. This is a heinous crime committed by the reactionary reactionaries, who have pushed the common people into the abyss and extracted thousands of gold and silver from the common people.

These smokers grow, sell, and smoke tobacco, and growing tobacco has become their main source of income. From Ming County to the junction of Guizhou, Guizhou and Yunnan provinces, large tobacco is grown, which shows the depth, weight and breadth of the people's suffering.

From Ning City to 100 cities, hundreds of kilometers, walked for seven days, sparsely populated along the way, economically backward, some county towns are not as good as a township in the interior, tattered, lack of goods, salt is very expensive, 50 catties of rice can be exchanged for a catty of salt. On February 8, he arrived in Tianzhou, Tian County, and rested for two days to solve the problem of increasing number of patients. First, the northerners are not satisfied with the water and soil of the south. The second is not to pay attention to food hygiene, raw water and cold water only to drink painfully, causing typhoid fever. Third, there are many mosquitoes in the south, and many people get malaria. Originally, there was a big car in the north for the sick number, but now the number of sick people has increased dramatically, and it is difficult to solve it. The sick number is old and backward, and once they fall behind, they may be killed by bandits, and I have heard that such a thing has happened in some troops. In the end, it was decided to gather the patient numbers and find a car to transfer them to the front city for treatment.

On February 11, 1950, we arrived at Baishi, and the highway bypassed outside the city, and the troops camped outside the city.

I remember that in a certain place in Yingxian County, Quang Province, several soldiers of the army were assassinated by spies in the highway squad room, and some people who fell behind on the march were also assassinated.

More than a dozen of us went into the city to buy food, and by the way, we took a look at the cityscape of the hundred cities. A large road leads to the whole street, and the houses on both sides are quite beautiful, many of the signs are made of copper, and the fluorescent lights of the shops are still flashing during the day. There are many pharmacies in the city, many bamboo and wood, many ethnic costumes, and more tobacco restaurants, one by one, but there are few restaurants. The inns and inns are equipped with smoking rooms for addicts, and there are "fireworks" halls for prostitutes to enjoy themselves. There are red, green, and green lights on the street, and there are lewd dens everywhere, in broad daylight, in and out, so lively. There is a casino on the street for people's entertainment. The name of the casino is strange, what is "Xiaoyao Palace", "Fairy Club", "Gentleman is good"...... and so on. There are also industries such as word measurement, fortune telling, physiognomy, feng shui measurement, etc., and some brands are hung high: "Three Generations of Iron Mouth", "Guanqi Family", "One Word Determines Good Luck" and so on, and the business is booming. This is a product of troubled times.

Baishi is really a corrupt city, a crazy den of sin, a black-dyed vat. This is the result of several decades of operation by the reactionary warlords and bureaucrats, which have formed a city with three complete types of cigarettes, poisons, kilns, and casinos.

When I came back from buying grain, I left Baishi in the afternoon and only stayed for a few hours.

Walking west from Baishi Road, there are still more than 70 kilometers away from the border of Nanzhao Province. It is said that there are too many troops at the front, the food supply is tight, and the drinking water along the way is poisonous and cannot be drunk, so the higher authorities decided that the troops directly under the Corps and the military university should turn north to cross the Nanpan River, enter Puyang Province and then turn to Nanzhao Province, so that they will make a big turn, but it is safer.

From Baishi through Nalong, Huanglan, Leli, Tianxi, there are sparsely populated along the way, but big smoke can be seen everywhere. There were only about 100 households in the fields, so we had to camp in the wild.

Soon entered the minority areas, such as the Buyi people, the Yao people, etc., they all live in the 100,000 mountains, the terrain is gradually higher to the north, the river valleys are interspersed, the mountains are continuous, the mountain roads are rugged, winding up, and it is very difficult to walk.

Due to the inconvenience of transportation, the material is extremely scarce, the people are very poor, many people have big neck disease (a big tumor on the neck), some people because of the big tumor more than ten pounds of weight, the head can not stand up, it is really painful, especially women. This is an endemic disease formed by long-term consumption of mineral salt and iodine deficiency. We are saddened that we cannot relieve their pain. In a place of "bantao", we gave the villagers a lot of salt, and they knelt on the ground, clasped their hands, and called us "living bodhisattvas who help the suffering". Salt is more expensive than rice in this area.

One day, I was fortunate enough to live in a small wooden house with a grass roof, and the livestock were kept downstairs, and there were only a few necessary utensils in the house. Their staple food is not rice, but corn, because they are all mountains and have no flat land, so they cannot grow rice. There wasn't even a good iron pot at home.

It was winter, and the common people were still wearing tattered single clothes, some of them wearing a linen-like "felt" (not felt), and they were huddled. The children were naked and snotty, and the women were half-naked and unaware of their shyness, and we hardly dared to look at them. They slept on cushions made of straw. In order to ward off the cold, the common people like to eat some soju, and like to sit by the fire and chat with the family.

The room was smoky and suffocating. When I get up in the morning, I smoke a lot of cigarettes and then eat "rice", the so-called "rice", which is to roast corn on a fire, and then eat it by myself after it is cooked, and there is no food. Almost all adults smoke big cigarettes, all of them are shaved bones, there is no blood at all, and the blood is dried up by the big smoke. Witnessing such bitter suffering, the people are really sad and angry, and they have fallen into the clutches of drugs and cannot extricate themselves.

On February 16, they arrived at Badu, a small village close to the Panjiang River. Badu is located at the junction of Guizhou and Guizhou, and Puyang Province is located across the river to the north. The houses are all made of mud and straw, and the strange thing is that there is a big temple in the village but it is tall and majestic, several Bodhisattvas are wrapped in red cloth, and the incense in the temple is surrounded by beams, and we live in this temple. There were many troops in the village, some of them suppressed bandits, and some of them guarded the bridge with an engineer battalion.

February 16, 1950 was the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the troops did not hold a celebratory banquet, and the soldiers only had sugar water and salt water to make rice, which was the most bitter and unforgettable reunion night at the military university. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, instead of greeting the New Year, we went to the memorial service to pay tribute to the deputy battalion commander of a certain unit who died for the suppression of bandits.

We escorted the coffin up the mountain, and the hero was buried on a small hill, where he will forever rest in the hearts of the peace-loving people, and we fired more than ten shots to comfort the souls of the loyal and encourage future generations to carry the revolution through to the end. Many local people also participated. In the evening, the XPCC Art Troupe performed the drama "The White-Haired Girl", and the next day I also watched the drama "Nine Clothes" and "Ideological Problems", which is very good for improving everyone's ideological consciousness.