Retired deputy secretary, suspected of enslaving mentally handicapped people, did his conscience get eaten by dogs?

The author's foreword: A major announcement tells you that, not only is all the crowds of people in the mountains killed as a result of the recent special overhaul of the platform, but most of the current-life chat groups are also missing. Once again, the environment is getting worse. And it hit me hard on authors who have a low average reading. At present, my article is almost 1,000 and, at a very low rate, about two or three hundred. But I will write it down as I have done in the worst circumstances. I implore you to do your best to help with the transmission. Thank you very much.

The kidnapping of volunteers is a new act of justice. This time, it was not at the brick factory, at the cement shop, at the house of surrogacy, but in the slop of a pig farm in the village of Henan Jungyang County. The old man he had shot, in his 60s, was full of pig shit, with a dumb, hopeless face, and he did the most dirty, tiring work, without a name, without money, and was scolded, and called upon, like a pedal that breathed.

The " East House " that enslaved him was reportedly the deputy secretary who had been sent down from the village.

I looked at that picture for a long time. Not looking at pigs, looking at people. A man who used to wear a " service for the people " badge, instead of walking to the park after retirement, he did not go to the community to lecture the party, but instead tied a homeless, mentally handicapped person to a pig farm for several years. If it were to be in the main melody, the writer would not dare to write it — too stinky, too dark, too humiliating.

One.

Let us put it to the record: slavery of disabled persons does not pay for their labour, it is not "work disputes" and it is not "hand over the country's inhabitants" — it is the crime of forced labour by force, threat or restriction of personal liberty, as written in article 244 of the Penal Code — forced labour. The disabled man in Hebei's district was arrested for 20 years by the cement store owner and the owner of the shop, An-Tai, was arrested; The Shan is close to the cattle farm, the Guangxi Chin State brick factory and the Henan brick factory, where the Supreme Court has revealed justice and a group of people enters and a group of the weak returns home.

That is, the law has already been lit. But why would the Deputy Secretary-General, Jung-yang, dare to do it if the report is true? He understands policy. Yeah, you're right -- the more people know what cracks can drill, who's weak, who doesn't call the police, who's not paying attention to the names of the names. He learned " grass-roots governance " as a deputy secretary, retired from his old tungsten and used his governance on an old man whose name was not even clear.

This is ten times more hateful than ordinary black-hearted bosses.

The common boss enslaves animals, and the retired deputy secretary enslaves animals with the offence of knowledge law. The former is a person who has not read a book, while the latter is a person who has read a document; The former fear the police station, while the latter and their old colleagues drink. A slave master in a suit, more chilling than a slave master in light-kids -- because he was supposed to be the doorman for the system, and he turned himself into a human-eating beast behind the door.

Two.

I'm particularly upset with the tone: "They give food after all" and "even if they don't kill "the country" is not all like this.

Bullshit.

The last meal is a blessing, and slavery can also be called a welfare home. Mental disability is not a disabling permit and vagrancy is not an invoice for labour. This person doesn't write tweets, does not play 12345, doesn't mean he shouldn't have a salary, a name, and should not have a meal with meat in his 60s. You translate " weakness " into " food ", " stupid " into " free " and " rest " into " extralegal ", a term that is used by the slave master and that is beyond the reach of civilized society.

And even worse, the Darwin filter. " I climbed up to the bottom of the earth, and I stepped on it, of course ", to hold on to Darwin, a half-baked society, so that I could sleep at night. It's a real evolutionary theory that cooperation is the bottom line for humans; In the case of the market, the years of unpaid work are robbery; It is true that you kneel down in the official philosophy, " first, to be a serving man ". Jesus said that, I said that, and the "Standard" said that. They believe nothing but bank account balances and pigsty fields.

With a socialist pension, a bourgeois pig's money, a slave society's work. All of them, but the " human " side.

III

The man of superior justice is the last vent of the present time for the weak.

Since June 2025, he has crossed a dozen provinces and released over 200 disabled persons accused of suffering from hardship, having received 20 million rewards, injections of the virus and " death is less than death " messages. A civilian volunteer trades his life for the truth, while some who have been paid by the State for the truth for the shit of the pig. It is clear who is more worthy of the term " cadre " on the border of the Chamyang district.

Sadly, every time, the matter was seen, it had to wait for the official to bring his hand in. As of the time I wrote this, I haven't been waiting for a red stamp to read: Where are the old people now? Did you get a medical check? DNA match? Did the deputy secretary and his family get questioned? Are there any restrictions on personal freedom in respect of the accounts of pig farms, the use of such workers or the lack of such checks? Don't drag it into eight pieces of "understand" when the heat is spread, the old people are sent away, the deputy clerk goes to the county to bring his grandsons, the pigyard continues to stink, and next time a handicapped person comes in.

Four.

I wrote this not for passion. The dumb look of a 60-year-old mentally handicapped man who didn't need me to cry for him. He was a complaint for his own years.

I just want to show everyone this skin:

When a retired public official retired from service to the people, he retired as " serving the pig farm and the private desire ", insulting not only the old man but the party emblem he had left, the monthly pension he received, and the sign " Paying for the homeland ". Today he can make an old man with mental disabilities, and tomorrow he will make any " redundant person " without background, voice or identity cards. The weak are being scolded in the pigs' rings, and they are provoking the future for all the honest.

So this can't end up.

The police report will be issued on the date of the announcement, and the report will be issued as soon as possible. The report will be followed by a full report on whether there is any other place or retired cadre. The crime of forced labour is not a mere sham, nor is it a rhetorical act involving State agents in the commission of a heinous crime. If the last sentence of " intra-family care dispute " were to be dropped, the next time the Supreme Court will have justice, the next mentally handicapped person will have to spend the winter in dung.

Five.

At the end of the article, no prayer was given, and no wish was given to the Deputy Secretary to live a long life.

Just for the 60-year-old man with a pig's ass:

He does not go online, does not forward, does not abuse people in the comment area. But his work, his scolding, his food, his cold, he was in that mud. You can hide him in a civil settlement, and you can send him back to his home (like the old man in Uk-kul) but not to hide the fact that he was " once made a slave by a deputy secretary ".

History does not receive a retirement certificate.

When the pigyard in the village is demolished, the shit drys, the deputy secretary can dance in the square, and our number, and the thousands who read it, will keep staring at it.

Winners eat? The last of them was a pig's mouth and a late criminal detention notice.

• The weak are silent because their mouths are covered with shit. The strong are silent because their conscience is blocked by money. Those in the middle who can write, have to speak for both sides. This is what a post is supposed to be.

2026, August 27th, the Great Lion broke

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Dear Reader's Friend:

When I wrote this letter, I had just finished my third dialysis this week, lying on a sick bed with a punctured eye on my arm. The nurse asked me if I was coming tomorrow and I laughed and said, " Come, how can I not come? "

But I know in my heart that every time I " come ", it is a bill that I can't afford more and more.

There are words that have been hidden for a long time and that have to be said today.

In 2019, something started to go wrong with my body. Euphoria, inactivity and disgust were initially thought to be too tired, after all, a man who lived by code, who stayed up late at night was a regular family practice. Until one day, the results of the examination were in front of me -- urine poisoning.

The first thought I had in my head was not " Will I die ", but " My father was also sick ". Yes, my father left in the torture of urinary poisoning. I thought fate would not be so cruel, and that was why it was so unreasonable.

From that day on, my life was completely rewritten. Three dialysiss a week, and thunder can't move. Angiological hysteria was performed twice, each time with a severe pain and a sleep failure. The acetic anhydride values, blood protein, thyroid hormones -- these cold figures are the most important indicators of my life, 10,000 times more important than reading, and the number of fans.

To survive, I started to take credit cards, borrow Internet loans, talk to relatives and friends. One card was empty for the other, and the guillotine was growing. I have calculated a monthly dialysis and associated drug costs, which are almost my contribution to the cost of the manuscripts for the last half of the year. And I'm now getting a draft fee and, to be honest, not even a week's dialysis.

And worse, bad luck never goes alone.

A few months ago, my wife -- my only support in this world -- suddenly fell ill. I will not repeat the specific condition, which is so serious that it must be hospitalized for more than a month. After she was discharged, the company did not give a one-day buffer period and issued a direct notice of dismissal.

She's 40 years old. At age 40, the disease has first increased and the curriculum vitae reads " one month ' s interruption of work for physical reasons ". Every CV she's thrown out was a dead end, and every interview was replaced with a nice and cruel sentence: " Sorry, you're not very good for our company. "..

At 40, an experienced, willing to suffer and willing to work in peace and security was sentenced to death in the entire job market for a disease and a single hospitalization.

I watched her sneaking tears late at night and I couldn't hear them. I pretended to be asleep because I didn't know what to say. What can I say? I can't even live on my own.

Now, after a double-checking exercise, she decided not to find a job, but to go back to her home and sell buns, and I continued to write a public article.

Extreme poverty. I've only seen that word in a book, and it's sitting across my table right now, eating with us the cheapest noodles.

But even so, I didn't stop writing.

Not because I'm so noble, but because it's the only thing I can do. I can still knock on the keyboard and make words from my head, and I'm going to pass you something of value. Maybe it's a thought, maybe a story, maybe a neglected corner. These things don't help me, but they might help someone who's lost on the other side of the screen.

I know, compared to the big Vs that move 100,000, my number is insignificant. There's not much fanship, and reading is not good. I'm not a man who can operate, who doesn't know how to take a title, how to crack, how to get hot. I just do it in a clumsy way, and I pray someone wants to see it.

But today I must put down all my pride and self-esteem and reach out to you.

Not begging, asking for help.

If you're going to read my article, and you think it's worth a little bit, give me a little reward. One dollar is not too small, ten is not too much. Each reward goes straight into my treatment account, and it turns into the next dialysis, into the next meal, and then the next month's end for me and my wife.

If you can't pay the reward, it's okay. It's a great kindness to forward an article for me and to make it more visible. Maybe someone in your circle would like to help us.

J.C. Lyle said: " Without Christ, no one in this world can truly be happy, no matter how developed he is. But with Christ, one can be happy despite poverty. "..

I believe that. Really. Because if I hadn't held on to that faith, I would have fallen.

But I'm going to be honest with you -- faith does not make me desperate in suffering, but it doesn't pay for dialysis. I live with you, but I have faith.

Every single compliment, every retrograde, every forward, is holding my hand in pairs. I'm holding these hands, walking one step by one. I don't know where the end is, but at least for the moment, I haven't let go.

Thank you for reading here. May you be in good health, and may your families be safe and may you never have to write such a letter.

If the dawn comes, let me walk in the dark with your light.

The original information

Original title: Liu Zhen: Take a socialist pension, a slave-fucker! Retired deputy secretary enslaves mentally handicapped people. Have their conscience been eaten by dogs?

Source: Weibo Commons, “Backs of the Brick Mountain Waiting for Dawn”