Retired Deputy Secretary Accused of Enslaving Intellectually Disabled Old Man in Henan Province

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Volunteer anti-trafficker Shang Guanzhi has taken action again. This time, it's not at a brick factory, not at a cement store, and not at a surrogate villa, but in the pigsty of a pig farm in Puzhai Township, Zhengyang County, Henan Province. The old man he photographed is over 60 years old, covered in pig feces, with a dull and hopeless expression on his face. He does the dirtiest and most tiring work without a name, without wages, and is scolded and ordered around like a breathing farm tool.

The 'master' who enslaved him is reportedly the retired deputy secretary of the township. I stared at the photo for a long time, not looking at the pigs, but at the person. A person who once wore a 'Serve the People' badge, after retiring, didn't go to the park to walk birds, didn't go to the community to give party lessons, but instead used a wandering intellectually disabled old man for free labor in the pig farm for several years. If this scene were to be put into a mainstream TV drama, the screenwriter wouldn't dare to write it

• it's too smelly, too dark, and doesn't leave any face for anyone.

Firstly, let's make it clear: enslaving the disabled for labor without pay is not a 'labor dispute' or 'helping each other out in the village.' It is 'forced labor' as stated in Article 244 of the Criminal Law

• using violence, threats, or restricting personal freedom to force someone to work. Previously, in Qingyuan District, Baoding, Hebei, a disabled uncle was used for free labor by a cement store owner for 20 years, and the owner, An, has been detained; in Shanxi, Shandong, Guangxi, and other places, Shang Guanzhi has exposed many such cases, and many people have been arrested, and many weak individuals have been rescued.

In other words, the law has already drawn its sword. But why did the retired deputy secretary in Zhengyang dare to do such a thing? Because he understands the policy. Yes, you didn't read it wrong

• the more someone understands the policy, the more they know which loopholes to exploit, which weak individuals won't report to the police, and which local letters and visits offices are too lazy to manage. When he was the deputy secretary, he learned a lot of 'grassroots governance,' and after retiring, he used these governance techniques on an old man who couldn't even say his own name.

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

An ordinary boss enslaves people like a beast, while a retired deputy secretary enslaves people like a beast who knows the law. The former hasn't read any books, while the latter has read files; the former is afraid of the police station, while the latter can still have dinner with old colleagues from the police station. A slave owner in a suit is more chilling than a naked slave owner

• because he should be the gatekeeper of the system, but instead, he has become a man-eating beast behind the gate.

Secondly, I'm particularly annoyed by a certain tone: 'They're giving him food to eat,' 'Not killing him is a virtue,' 'It's all like this in the countryside.'

Get out of here.

If being given leftover food is considered a privilege, then slavery can also be called a welfare institution. Being intellectually disabled doesn't mean being stripped of one's personality, and being homeless doesn't mean being given away for free labor. This person can't write Weibo, can't call 12345, and doesn't represent that he doesn't deserve wages, a name, or a meal with meat at the age of

1. You translate 'weak' into 'deserving to be eaten,' 'foolish' into 'free,' and 'retired' into 'above the law.' This kind of rhetoric is used by slave owners and cannot be heard in a civilized society.

More disgusting is the Darwinian filter. 'Survival of the fittest, the strong eat the weak, and I step on people to get to the top'

• hold on to this half-baked social Darwinism to sleep well at night. But if we really follow the theory of evolution, cooperation is the key to human success; if we follow market theory, not paying wages for years of work is robbery; if we follow the official philosophy of kneeling, 'the leader should serve the people.' Jesus said this, Laozi said this, and the Party Constitution also says this. But they don't believe it, they only believe in bank card balances and pig farm cash flow.

Holding socialist retirement benefits, earning capitalist pig money, and doing slave-like labor. Three faces, but no human face.

Thirdly, Shang Guanzhi is the last exhaust valve left by this era for the weak.

Since June 2025, he has traveled across more than a dozen provinces, rescuing over 200 disabled people who were forced into labor. He has endured 20 million yuan in rewards, virus injection threats, and 'worse than death' text messages. A civilian volunteer risks his life for the truth, while some people who have received national salaries trade the truth for pig feces money. In contrast, who is more deserving of being called a 'cadre' in Zhengyang County? It's clear at a glance.

Unfortunately, every time, we have to wait for Shang Guanzhi to take out his phone and charge in before the issue is seen. As of the time I wrote this article, there is still no official report on the Puzhai Township case: where is the old man now? Has he been given a physical examination? Has DNA comparison been done? Has the retired deputy secretary and his family been questioned? Has the pig farm's account, labor, and restriction of personal freedom been investigated? Don't drag it out into the usual 'under investigation' and 'being handled properly' rhetoric, and wait for the heat to dissipate before the old man is sent away, the deputy secretary goes to the county town to take care of his grandchildren, the pig farm continues to stink, and the next disabled person is brought in.

Fourthly, I didn't write this article to stir up emotions. The dull eyes of the 60-year-old intellectually disabled old man don't need me to cry for him; the smell of pig feces on him is his indictment.

I just want to peel off this layer of skin and show it to everyone:

When a retired public official turns 'serving the people' into 'serving the pig farm, serving personal desires,' he is not only insulting one old man, but also the party emblem he once wore, the retirement benefits he receives every month, and the sign that says 'Puzhai Township.' Today, he can enslave an intellectually disabled old man for free; tomorrow, he will dare to enslave any ordinary person without a background, without a voice, without an ID card. The weak are scolded in the pigsty, and this is a rehearsal for the future of all honest people.

So this matter cannot be left to rot.

Zhengyang County, or the city of Zhumadian, or the province, should issue a report if necessary, detain if necessary, and investigate if there are any other 'farms' or 'retired cadres' to the end. Forcing labor is not just for show, and if state personnel are involved in evil crimes, they should be punished severely

• this is not just empty talk. If the case is finally dismissed with a light sentence, saying it's a 'family internal dispute,' then Shang Guanzhi will have to take action again, and the next intellectually disabled old man will still have to spend the winter in the pigsty.

Fifthly, at the end of the article, I won't pray for wealth or wish the deputy secretary a long life.

I'll just say one human word for the 60-year-old old man covered in pig feces:

He can't go online, can't forward, can't scold people in the comments. But the work he's done, the scolding he's endured, and the cold meals he's swallowed are all on his dirty body. You can hide him in the civil affairs placement table, you can send him back to his hometown in Anhui (like the old man in Weixian), but you can't hide the fact that he was once enslaved by a deputy secretary.

History doesn't accept retirement certificates.

When the pig farm in Puzhai Township is demolished, and the pigsty is dried up, if the deputy secretary can still dance in the square peacefully, we, and the thousands of people who read this article, will continue to stare at him with the dull eyes of that old man.

The winner takes all? In the end, it's just a mouthful of pig feces flavor and a belated criminal detention notice.

The weak don't speak up because their mouths are blocked by feces; the strong don't speak up because their consciences are blocked by money. Those of us in the middle who can still write should speak up for both sides. This is the purpose of a proclamation.

August 27, 2026, in Liling

A Letter to Readers

Dear reader friends:

As I write this letter, I've just finished my third dialysis session this week, lying in bed with the needle marks still on my arm. The nurse asked me if I'll be back tomorrow, and I smiled, saying, 'Of course, how can I not come?'

But in my heart, I know that every time I 'come,' it's a bill I'm paying that I can barely afford.

There are some things that I've kept hidden for a long time, but today I have to say them.

In 2019, my body started to malfunction. Edema, fatigue, nausea

• at first, I thought it was just because I was too tired, as a person who makes a living by writing, staying up late is a common occurrence. But one day, the test results were in front of me
• uremia.

The first thought that flashed through my mind wasn't 'Will I die?' but 'My dad also died from this disease.' Yes, my father left this world due to uremia. I thought fate wouldn't be so cruel, but it's just that unreasonable.

From that day on, my life was rewritten. Three dialysis sessions a week, without fail. I've had two vascular access surgeries, and each time, the pain kept me up all night. Creatinine, hemoglobin, parathyroid hormone

• these cold numbers became the most important indicators in my life, more important than reading volume or fan count.

To survive, I started swiping credit cards, borrowing online loans, and asking relatives and friends for help. One card is used up, and I switch to another; the interest rolls over, and the hole gets deeper. I've calculated that the cost of dialysis and related medication for one month is almost half of my previous year's manuscript income. And my current manuscript income... to be honest, it's not even enough to cover one week's dialysis fee.

What's even more deadly is that disasters never come alone.

A few months ago, my wife

• the only person I rely on in this world
• suddenly fell ill. I won't go into details, but it was severe enough that she had to be hospitalized for over a month. After she was discharged, her company didn't even give her a day's buffer period before sending her a termination notice.

She's 40 years old. 40 years old, just recovered from illness, and her resume says, 'Took a break from work for a month due to health reasons.' Every resume she sends out ends up in the trash, and every interview ends with the polite but ruthless phrase, 'Sorry, you're not suitable for our company.'

40 years old, an age with experience, willing to work hard, wanting to work stably, but because of one illness and one hospitalization, she's been sentenced to death by the entire job market.

I watch her secretly wiping away tears at night, not daring to let me hear. I pretend to be asleep because I don't know what to say. What can I say? I myself can barely keep my life going.

Now, after repeated consideration, she's decided not to look for a job and instead go back to her hometown in Liling to sell buns and bread, while I continue to write articles for my public account.

Extreme poverty. This term, which I once only saw in books, is now sitting at my dinner table with us, eating the cheapest noodles.

But even so, I haven't stopped writing.

It's not because I'm noble, but because it's the only thing I can still do. As long as my fingers can type and my brain can organize words, I want to convey some valuable things to you. Maybe it's a thought, maybe it's a story, or maybe it's a corner that's been ignored. These things can't help me, but maybe they can help someone who's lost in the darkness on the other side of the screen.

I know that compared to those big V's who easily get tens of thousands of likes, my account is insignificant. I don't have many fans, and my reading volume isn't good. I'm not good at operating, I don't know how to make titles, how to do fission, or how to ride the hot trend. I just clumsily write what I want to write and pray that someone will see it.

But today, I have to put down all my pride and self-respect and reach out to you.

It's not begging, it's seeking help.

If you read my article and feel it has some value, please give me a small reward. One yuan is not too little, and ten yuan is not too much. Every reward will directly enter my treatment account, become the cost of my next dialysis, become the meal that I can eat tomorrow, and become the courage for me and my wife to make it to next month.

If you can't reward me, it's okay. Helping me forward an article and letting more people see it is also a great kindness. Maybe someone in your friend circle is willing to lend us a hand.

J.C. Leyer said, 'Without Christ, this world has no one who can truly be happy, no matter how developed they are. But with Christ, a person can still be happy even if they're poor.'

I believe this. Really believe. Because if I didn't have this faith, I would have collapsed long ago.

But I also have to honestly tell you

• faith keeps me from despairing in suffering, but it can't pay my dialysis fees. What keeps me alive, besides faith, is you.

Every like, every reward, every forward, is a hand that pulls me up. I hold onto these hands and move forward step by step. I don't know where the end is, but at least for now, I haven't let go.

Thank you for reading this far. I wish you good health, I wish your family peace, and I wish you never have to write a letter like this.

If the dawn will eventually come, please allow me to walk a little further in the darkness, relying on your light.

Original Information

Original Title: Liu Miao: Holding socialist retirement benefits, doing slave-like labor! Retired deputy secretary enslaves intellectually disabled old man, has his conscience been eaten by dogs?

Source: WeChat public account 'Waiting for Dawn under Mantou Mountain'