(Minghui.org) I was born in 1953 and lived in the countryside with my husband until he passed away. I then went to live with my son in the city in 1999. I made a living by doing temporary work. In 2004 I met a man who was 19 years older than me. He said he would marry me and that it would be good for my future. 

He practiced Falun Dafa. I also thought Falun Dafa was good, so I started to practice. Since I’d only completed the fourth grade, I couldn’t read half of Zhuan Falun. With my husband’s help I memorized each sentence and gradually I could read all of the words.

Setting Up a Materials Production Site in Our Home

When I started to practice Falun Dafa the CCP’s (Chinese Communist Party) persecution was rampant. Many truth-clarification materials production sites were ransacked and destroyed. Only one site in our area was still running, and it was maintained by a female practitioner who produced materials by candlelight in a basement. She persevered in such a difficult environment despite being under huge pressure. Materials were in short supply and local practitioners were anxious to get more. 

I talked with my husband and suggested that we make materials as we are practitioners and should take on this mission. He was very happy to start the project. Local practitioners were happy too. They bought us a computer, a printer and other tools and supplies. My husband paid for the supplies. Practitioners were very moved and said that he’d done a remarkable thing. My seventy-year-old husband downloaded materials from the Minghui website and printed them. Another practitioner and I were in charge of cutting the pages and binding the booklets. 

Each day, local practitioners picked up all the materials we made and distributed them. At the end of the day we were very tired. But when we saw the materials we produced to let more people know the truth and be saved, we were very happy and no longer felt tired. 

We studied the Fa and practiced the exercises every day. We knew that only when we had the Fa in our hearts could we produce the materials well and walk our cultivation paths well. We occasionally had xinxing tests. I didn’t like people to speak ill of me, while the other practitioner liked to point out where I didn’t do well. My husband also scolded me. I couldn’t get over it and wondered why both of them spoke against me. I realized I had a strong ego. It might be that Master was using their mouths to give me hints. I reminded myself that everything was for my cultivation and I needed to improve. 

One day my husband sat in front of the computer for four hours. I said, “You should teach me so that I can help you when you are tired.” He replied, “You only know how to handle a hoe. You think you can handle a computer?” I told him that I practice Falun Dafa and Dafa opened my wisdom. He pushed me aside. He looked down upon me. 

I started making truth-clarifying materials as soon as I began practicing Falun Dafa. I was busy making booklets of the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and I made hundreds of them. I didn’t know how to cultivate myself and didn’t look within. I regarded doing things as cultivation. 

We went out to distribute the materials ourselves when we made more of them. Police sirens could be heard day and night outside my home. From time to time we heard that a practitioner had been arrested or another practitioner’s home had been ransacked—but it didn’t move our hearts. Our righteous thoughts were firm. We continued making materials to save people. Thanks to Master’s protection and practitioners’ help, our home production site ran undisturbed and provided materials to local practitioners. 

Things Suddenly Change 

My husband felt uncomfortable when he got up in the morning one day in March 2009. He had cold symptoms and asked me to buy some dried fish. When I came back with the fish, he angrily blamed me for not buying exactly what he wanted and for being incapable of doing anything. 

After lunch he sat on the sofa and read Zhuan Falun. I cleaned the table. He shouted at me and said I didn’t even know how to clean the table. I reminded him that he’d shouted at me twice that day and that he should cultivate himself. He said he would stop practicing and threw Zhuan Falun to the ground. I picked it up and asked him to apologize to Master Li, the founder of Falun Dafa. 

He gasped for air with his mouth open. I helped him sit on the sofa. A few practitioners came to send righteous thoughts for him. He didn’t let me tell his children. He gasped all that night. He said, “I see Buddhas, Gods and Daos all coming. Piles upon piles of the booklets of Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and the materials are reaching out endlessly...” Then he gasped more heavily. 

At 6 o’clock the next morning he said that he wanted to go to the bathroom—but he collapsed as soon as he got up. I called his sons immediately. They called an ambulance and sent him to the hospital. He passed away. We had made materials together for five years. 

His two sons, daughters, sons-in-law and daughter-in-law all came seven days later. They fought over their father’s property. His eldest son asked for my opinion. I said, “Your father and I bought the computer and the printer together so I want them. As long as I have somewhere to live and something to eat, I’ll be fine. I will leave the five gold rings to you. You can take all the valuables. I will go live in the small unit.” This made them very happy. My husband and I had been living in this 120-square-meter apartment, and I had the right to continue living there. But I decided to move into the small unit he owned. No one had lived there for many years. 

I made this choice because I am a Falun Dafa practitioner and Master told us to consider others first. My husband received a final payment of 68,000 yuan from his company. His children didn’t want to give me a penny. After some discussion, they finally gave me 6,000 yuan. His colleague said to me, “If you don’t sign the paperwork, his family cannot get the money. You’re entitled to half of it. You can sue them if they don’t give it to you.” I told her, “I practice Falun Dafa. Our Master asks us to be good people. I will not behave like them.”

Relocating the Materials Production Site

With the help of practitioners, I moved into the little unit. The grass grew high in the courtyard. The interior was covered in mold and was infested with mice. The other practitioners asked if I would be able to live there. I assured them that I would be fine. A practitioner came to set up the computer and printer for me the next day. I was going to make materials! There were no material production sites near me, so this must have been arranged by Master!

My life is simple. I grow vegetables in the summer and buy bags of potatoes in winter. It’s very cold in Northeast China in winter and there’s only one heater in my unit. I wear thick cotton clothes and shoes. I don’t have a pension, and just live on a small monthly survivor/widow’s fee. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. I don’t feel that life is hard. Instead, I feel fulfilled every day. 

One summer it kept raining. My roof leaked except for the room where I kept Master’s photos, the computer and printer. The next day I went out to clarify the truth with another practitioner and I didn’t come home until 3 p.m. My neighbor urged me to contact my sons to get my roof repaired. But all three of my sons said that they didn’t have time. 

It thundered loudly in the evening. I asked Master not to let the rain fall on my roof. I heard a big thunderclap, then the rain poured down but stopped immediately. This happened three times. My unit survived three heavy storms. I was very thankful to Master. 

Another practitioner came to help me copy DVDs, make booklets of the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party and The Ultimate Goal of Communism. We also made Dafa books. We studied the Fa and sent forth righteous thoughts together. Whenever we had conflicts we both looked within. 

Materials Production Site Runs Smoothly

The CCP became even more rampant and ransacked practitioners’ homes according to a wanted list after some practitioners filed lawsuits against Jiang Zemin, the former CCP head who started the persecution. A local practitioner suggested that I move in order to avoid the police harassment and put my computer and printer in my son’s home. I said, “No. If you are afraid, then my son is more scared. The safest place is my home because I am a practitioner.”

Master said,

“What’s important for cultivators is righteous thoughts. When you have strong righteous thoughts, you are able to withstand anything and do anything. That’s because you are a cultivator: someone who is on a divine path and who is not controlled by the factors of ordinary people or low-level principles.” (Teachings at the Conference in Los Angeles)

“...if your mind can be imperturbable there will be nothing you can’t handle.” (“Eliminate Your Last Attachment(s)”, The Essentials of Diligent Progress II)

Except for the year that I was in a forced labor camp, I have run the truth-clarification materials production site for 16 years. 

During the pandemic I went out to clarify the truth to sentient beings, as it is my mission and responsibility. One day I went outside to make phone calls with other practitioners. A practitioner gave me a piece of paper full of phone numbers. So many sentient beings! I must treasure them. 

I made the first phone call. The person picked up the phone. I talked to him about Falun Dafa and the persecution and finally asked him if he was willing to quit his membership in the CCP. He agreed without hesitation. I asked him to remember “Falun Dafa is good and Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” and told him that many people were blessed by reciting these words during the pandemic. 

I have gone through the stages of being afraid to being mindful of security to taking the responsibility with ease. I am becoming mature cultivation-wise and in making truth-clarification materials. I am now 68 years. I am busy from morning until night but don’t feel tired at all. I am happy all day long. That’s true happiness.