Living in a Remote Place Doesn't Stop Me from Clarifying the Truth

(Minghui.org) I am a 70-year-old female farmer who lives in the countryside of Eastern Hubei Province. During the Cultural Revolution, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) classified my family as “rich farmers”. My father was also the principal of an elementary school, so we were targeted by the CCP. I grew up always afraid that I’d be persecuted whenever the Party started a new political movement.

It was a real struggle for my parents to have my siblings attend high school and university. However, when it was my turn to go to school, my mother told me multiple times: “We can’t afford to have you go to school. We need you to take care of the farm and do household chores.

For the sake of my parents’ health, and in order for my siblings to finish school, I promised my mother that I would not attend school. I began to take care of everything. Then, I developed all kinds of illnesses. I was also troubled with sores on my feet, which exposed my bones.

When I got married, my father-in-law started shouting, “You’re so sick!” For the past few decades, I was so ill, but still had to take care of my in-laws and raise our four children. I also grew a lot of vegetables and raised some poultry. I felt hopeless and just waited for my life to end.

Recovering from My Illnesses in Nine Days

I went to visit my brother in the fall of 1999. He taught in the middle school of the township. Seeing me so ill, emaciated, and short-tempered, he pointed at my sister-in-law and told me, “She was exactly like you, but since she started practicing Falun Dafa her health has greatly improved. So has her temper. Do you want to give it a try?”

Dumbfounded, I asked my sister-in-law, “Did you get well just by practicing Falun Dafa? Can I get well, too?”

She replied, “Sure! If you want to learn, we can go to a practitioner’s home to watch Master Li’s (Falun Dafa’s founder) Fa-lecture recordings.”

I later learned that my sister-in-law had attended Master’s lectures in Guangzhou City in 1994. But after the CCP launched the persecution, she was afraid to talk about it.

When my husband saw my sister-in-law’s rosy complexion and good temperament, he agreed to take me on his bicycle to the township to watch Master’s lecture recordings every day.

There were nine lectures, and we watched one lecture a day. During those nine days, we got up at sunrise and did the work in the field. After preparing meals for our children and feeding the poultry, my husband took me on the only transportation we had – an old bicycle – to the practitioner's place. We drove on bumpy roads for nearly two hours to get to the practitioner’s home to watch Master’s lecture recordings in Guangzhou City.

We had to watch the recordings in secret since the CCP persecution had begun by that time. Every day, after I came home, I was so excited I couldn’t sleep at night. I only thought about going back the next day to watch the next lecture. Even though we had to travel for 15 miles, I didn’t feel hungry or tired and was very happy.

I changed into a new person and was in good spirits after the nine days. My sister-in-law helped me obtain a copy of Zhuan Falun. I was illiterate, so my husband read it to me after we finished our daily work. My sister-in-law came to my home to teach me the exercises. Sometimes I went to her home to do them with her.

Within a month, all my ailments were gone. I talked to everyone I ran into and told them about the miraculous power of Dafa. My doctor claimed that I wouldn’t recover from my illnesses, no matter how much money I spent. However, I had recovered by watching Master’s lectures, having my husband read Zhuan Falun to me a few times, and doing the exercises for nine days, without spending a penny, taking any medication or injections.

Spreading the Truth Under Master’s Protection

I have worked tirelessly clarifying the truth over the past 20 years. All I wanted was to do my very best to tell people about Dafa and share the preciousness of Falun Dafa. We got up very early every morning to work in the field, then we went to the city to pick up Dafa informational materials and truth-clarification stickers, if they didn’t get delivered to my home. My husband always took me on his bicycle to wherever I had to go. He then watched me, making sure I was safe. Sometimes, he’d also help me hand out the Dafa materials.

My home is the only house on the hill. In order to get out, I have to push my cart up the hill and down the other side to take the muddy road. After traveling for nearly three miles, I had to cross the river. The wooden bridge over the river is in urgent need of repair. It has been labeled a dangerous bridge, so hardly anyone uses it. Instead people take a 10-mile detour.

The first time I waded through the river to deliver Dafa brochures, it was cold. As soon as I stuck my foot in the water, it was so cold that I immediately pulled it out. However, when I put my foot back in again, I suddenly felt that the water was warm after I waded only a few steps. The further I walked, the warmer I felt. I was so delighted that I wanted to shout out in excitement. Master made the water warm to protect me. I ran almost all the way to hand out the brochures from one village to the next. When the weather was cold, the water was always warm. Every time I wanted to cry, as I felt so grateful for Master’s protection.

Many times I distributed informational materials throughout the night until dawn. The more I handed out, the more energetic I became, and the less fear I had. I covered the entire township of a few dozens of villages all by myself. Some country roads were very bumpy and dark. I couldn’t use a flashlight out of safety concerns, so I had to use my hands to feel the surroundings, walls, and entrance doors. Many times, when I didn’t know whether to put materials in a certain place, a beam of light would be cast on the wall. I then pasted posters on the walls or left fliers on the doorknobs or windowsills under the eaves.

I first thought the light came from car headlights or some other form of light. However, after reading some sharing articles on the Minghui website, I realized that it was Master helping me.

Over the years, I have been reported to the police twice by people who didn’t know the truth about Falun Dafa, and the police have searched and ransacked my home many times. Once, they found a few copies of Minghui Weekly. They demanded that I tell them who gave them to me. I thought: No matter how they treat me, I will never give in. So I answered, “I saw them as soon as I opened the door. As to who put them there, how would I know?”

They didn’t believe me and said that someone must have delivered them to me. I replied, “Probably it was gods who had people do that, seeing that I’m a good person who follows the Dafa principles Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance, and tells others to be good, so they placed them at my door.” After hearing that, the officers put down the brochures and left.

Whenever it came to the so-called sensitive dates, police officers came to ransack my home. Even during the pandemic in 2021, a group of officials interrogated me. I always used my personal experiences to tell them the truth about Dafa. Gradually, some police officers came to learn the truth, even though they still searched my home and turned it upside and down sometimes, none of them dared to touch Master’s portrait and the handmade small cloth bag with the words “good fortune” stitched on it.

Husband Passes Away

My husband often read Zhuan Falun to me and took me on his bicycle to hand out truth-clarification materials. He also helped me put up sticky notes and other things. As a result of his righteous actions, his ailments such as headaches, rheumatism, and other health problems disappeared.

However, after I was arrested, my husband didn’t dare read the book to me. He later had a stroke and was paralyzed from the waist down. At home, I read Zhuan Falun to him when he was asleep, and he’d get better. But, when I was afraid of doing that, his condition worsened. He got better and worse like this many times, until he finally passed away in 2013. The CCP doesn’t let people study the Fa to be good people or to cultivate. He wouldn’t have been so ill and died if they had let him.

Daughter’s Tuberculosis Disappears

My youngest daughter was admitted to a prestigious university. However, due to our financial situation, she didn’t want to enroll in a four-year program, and chose a three-year one instead. During a routine physical, she was found to have tuberculosis, and the university told her to move out of the dorm. Two months later, she decided to take a sick leave and return home.

At home, I told her about the miraculous things that happened to me after I began practicing Falun Dafa, and asked her to study the Fa, do the exercises, hand out brochures with me, and recite “Falun Dafa is wonderful! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is wonderful!” She said that she was afraid to hand out materials, but could prepare them for me instead. She bought some paper, cut them into small pieces and hand-wrote information about Dafa on them. I then went out to distribute them.

When the next semester started at university, she went to the hospital for another checkup. The doctor told her that she had recovered from her tuberculosis.

We were so excited to hear the news. I said to her: “It’s because you believe in Dafa and did things for saving people, so Master removed your illness for you. It is truly miraculous!” My daughter told me that she wanted to learn Dafa!

I never attended school, but I can read Dafa books.

I’d like to hereby make a promise to Master: I will be determined in cultivating Dafa, and seize the time to save sentient beings.

Thank you Master! Thank you, Falun Dafa!