The power of example is endless. In the past three to five years, the plains of the White Deer Plain and the rivers under the White Deer Plain have become the kingdom of poppies. The cultivation and reproduction of opium poppies continued for three consecutive terms.

In the spring of this year, when the poppies were blooming and budding, Mr. Zhu of Bailu Academy stood under the newly repaired gatehouse of his wife and brother, admiring the tall and chic white cranes and simple and honest white deer, as well as the handwriting of "ploughing and reading heirlooms" inscribed by himself. Bai Jiaxuan walked out of the door and was pleasantly surprised to let his brother-in-law sit in the house. Mr. Zhu said, "You dug up the four words I wrote." Bai Jiaxuan was stunned inexplicably. Mr. Zhu said it again. Bai Jiaxuan hurriedly said, "Brother, what's wrong with this?" Mr. Zhu still did not explain, and repeated the words "dig it up" for the third time. Bai Jiaxuan rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "Brother, you came here today specifically to dig these four words?" Mr. Zhu nodded. Bai Jiaxuan was suddenly suspicious. Mr. Zhu said, "Either you go and cover it with a piece of cloth." Bai Jiaxuan had a premonition of a bad omen, so he took a black cloth and asked Lu San to bring a ladder, covering the words "ploughing and reading heirlooms" tightly. Mr. Zhu still did not enter the house, and said to Jiaxuan, "Lend me your cow and horse." Jiaxuan said: "What's the matter, you just pull it away." What do you do with livestock?" Mr. Zhu said, "You first put the plough in place, and then put on two ploughs." Bai Jiaxuan didn't dare to slack off, led Mr. Zhu into the horse, and started with the deer, and put a plow stick on the red horse and the ox. Mr. Zhu himself took a whip from the wall, took the plow handle from Lu San's hand, and shouted at the ox to get out of the horse, so that Jiaxuan shouted at the plow stick drawn by the red horse to go together. Lu San was kind enough to snatch the plowstick from Mr. Zhu's hand, and it was too unseemly to let Mr. Zhu walk through the village with the plowstick. Mr. Zhu insisted on refusing, saying that he had developed the skill of telling oxen to plough the land since he was a child, and his hands were itchy after not catching a plow for many years. Lu San had no choice but to replace Jiaxuan. Jiaxuan followed empty-handed and asked, "Brother, what are you doing with the plow?" Which way to go?" Mr. Zhu said, "You just have to go." Someone in the village alley found Mr. Zhu in a robe, and wondered how he caught the plow, and ran over to see the talented man Mr. Zhu plowing the field. Mr. Zhu didn't talk to anyone, and kept shouting oxen and plows out of the streets, down the river beach, and stopped at the Tianzi water field where Bai Jiaxuan first planted poppies. Bai Jiaxuan and Lu San couldn't help but be surprised when they saw seven or eight people in black official uniforms standing on the ground. Without saying a word, Mr. Zhu called the oxen into the poppy field, and the ploughshare was inserted into the ground, and the flowering poppy seedlings were pryed up by the roots and buried in the soil. Bai Jiaxuan ran to him and grabbed the reins: "Brother, what are you doing here?" Mr. Zhu grabbed the plow handle with one hand, and took out a piece of hard paper from his arms with the other hand and showed it to Jiaxuan: "Brother came to check the smoking ban on the instructions of the county order. Bai Jiaxuan was stunned for a moment, squatted on the edge of the ground, holding his head with both hands and couldn't speak anymore. Mr. Zhu waved his whip and called the oxen, and ploughed the poppy field with his plough stick, and the edge of the field was already full of astonished people, and people were running towards it in the distance. Mr. Zhu told the ox to plow back and forth, and said to Bai Jiaxuan: "You put the plow on and go into the ground!" Bai Jiaxuan got up from the ground, took the plow pulled by the red horse from Lu San's hand and went into the ground. Mr. Zhu turned around and nodded approvingly: "Brother, you are okay." The two of them went one after the other, and the ox and the horse dragged the two plough sticks, and it did not take much effort to destroy the poppy. Mr. Zhu drank the plow: "Brother, call the plow into another tobacco field." ”

All the men and women of Bailu Village had gathered on the field roads and in the ploughed poppy fields, and Lu Zilin and his father Lu Taiheng were also crowded in the crowd. Lu Taiheng walked up to Mr. Zhu, arched his fists and said, "Okay! Mr. Zhu, wow!" Then he turned his head and called his son Zilin and Changgong Liu Mou'er: "Go back to the cattle and plow, and go into the ground to plow the tobacco seedlings!" Mr. Zhu dropped the plough stick and grabbed Lu Taiheng's hand with both hands: "Please accept my worship!" Mr. Zhu then stood up, faced the crowd, and read out the 20 smoking bans of the county government. Finally, he said to Jiaxuan in front of everyone: "This time, you understand the intention of asking you to cover the four words on the gatehouse with a black cloth, right?"

What Mr. Zhu did shook Bailuyuan in an instant. Within 10 days, all the poppies that were blooming up and down the Kawahara were ploughed up. This mighty feat of the Ancient Plains soon became lifeless with a long sigh from the gentleman. The new Zishui County Commander did not hire him again, but gave the fat shortage to another person. The beautiful flowers of poppy, red, white, pink, yellow, and purple bloomed again in Hakukahara and were never banned again. Many years later, many years after Bai Jiaxuan successfully introduced poppies in his Tianzihao water field, Mr. Snow, the most well-known adventurer reporter in China, came to Guanzhong, an ancient agricultural development zone in the Weihe River Basin, not far from Bailuyuan, and saw the boundless colorful and beautiful poppies. In his book "A Journey to the West", he lamented the poppies of this ancient land that made the Americas ashamed to talk about history:

On this road from Xi'an to the north, every mile he walked would evoke his memories of the rich and colorful history of his people...... In this fertile Wei River valley, Confucius's ancestors, darkened savages, developed their rice culture, forming a folklore that is still a force in rural Chinese folklore today. ……

"On that newly built road for cars, poppies along the way wagged their swollen heads, waiting to be harvested...... Shaanxi has long been known for its abundance of opium. When three million people were killed in the Northwest a few years ago, American Red Cross investigators blamed opium cultivation for most of the tragedy. At that time, greedy warlords forced the peasants to grow opium, and the best land was planted with opium, and in the case of drought years, there was a severe shortage of millet, wheat and corn, the main grains in the northwest. ”

The poppy has once again taken over the ancient land, but the wheat has become an embellishment among the large poppies. People have long disdained to call opium poppy or opium again, these names are too elegant and tongue-twisting, and the croppers are more accustomed to calling it big tobacco or foreign smoke. The big smoke is relative to the dry tobacco in the past, and the foreign smoke is relative to the indigenous tobacco people in their own territory. The rich Chinese language has also been rapidly transformed and combined with the poppy craze, and finally created the most dazzling script: people used to call the opium imported from abroad and banned by Grandpa Lin as foreign tobacco, but now they call the opium harvested from their own land and boiled in their own iron pot as Tuyan, and finally simplified it to a concise monophonic word - "tu". The criterion for judging the wealth of a peasant household is no longer how much grain is stored and how many bundles (10 catties) of cotton are stored, but how much "soil" is there! On every market day in Bailu Town, the crowded tobacco market on one street and two rows replaces the grain market in the past and becomes the center of trading in the whole town.