Visit the ancient village "Xinghua Village" in Rizhao

A few days ago, Wasp called me and said that he had discovered a good place and was going to visit it. He asked me if I wanted to go.

Needless to say, how could such an adventure be without me!

I didn’t know until the two of them met that he only knew that the place he was going to was in Wulian, but the specific location was unknown. It was just because I read an article in Moments that mentioned this place. We He came without any doubt.

This kind of spirit is really touching!

Then I searched for the location on the mobile phone navigation and walked around. After searching for a long time, I found it. It turned out that the original name of this place was "Tuoshi Village". It was renamed "Xinghua Village" because the local government planned to develop it into a tourist attraction. ”. No wonder.

The car drove for more than an hour, passing through several villages, crossing several lakes, passing through several layers of hills, and finally saw the words "Xinghua Village".

Because the development has just begun and the parking lot is also under construction, there are not many modern facilities around it. Fortunately, we caught up with the original flavor.

The car parked in the temporary parking lot, and then we walked all the way to "Xinghua Village".

I have to say, this is really a paradise on earth.

Although it came a little early, and the temperature has not warmed up this year, only a few of the apricot flowers have bloomed, but it cannot conceal the simple and ancient beauty of this land.

Many apricot trees grow in steep ravines or on the mountainside. Along the way up, you can see such beautiful scenery everywhere.

After chatting with an old man living in the mountain, I found out that "Xinghua Village" was originally called "Tuoshi Village". There were sixty or seventy households in the village. Later, when the forest was developed, most of the households had moved away, leaving behind Many stone houses collapsed and turned into ruins, and only a handful of them still had residents.

It turns out that each of these apricot groves has its own owner. After the villagers moved away, no one managed it patiently. The old man said that on harvest days, the ground would be covered with apricots of all sizes.

Walking further up, I met this family that had moved away. It looked like it had been very prosperous in the past.

The Wasp stood outside the damaged wall and said thoughtfully: This family is really nice. You can pick apricots and eat them anywhere in the yard.

I said: No, no, you still have to pick it up! Standing in the yard, he opened his mouth and that was it!

After hearing this, Wasp smiled in agreement, and stood on the big rock nearby and pointed at the almond tree to make a mouth-opening gesture. Just as he was about to take a picture of him, the guy ran away in a flash.

The woman above is the proprietress of the only canteen in the village. She is carrying her husband home with her dog while she is watching the purchased goods. She was very proud to tell us that her yard was in a very good location and the terrain was very high. During the rainy season, the creek formed by the mountain spring water went all the way down, right through the door of her house.

I said you are living in a fairyland, how enviable!

The hostess said that it is enough to live here every day. It is okay to live here for a day or two to experience it. Life here is too inconvenient.

Wasp said: This is called "people inside want to go out, people outside want to come in."

I don’t think so. For me, having books and pens is enough. As for food, people can starve to death in the mountains.

Walking further up, I encountered a very special stone house. It had collapsed and only the short stone foundation was left, and there were overgrown weeds inside. Looking in from the outside, I found a tomb.

Why is there a tomb at home? The two of us were guessing that this family must have moved away many years ago, and the old man in the family must have been buried here after his death.

This is the true return of fallen leaves to their roots!

Out of respect, we did not take pictures, so please ask the elderly to protect this land. No matter who develops it and what style it is developed into, please be sure to maintain its antique flavor, natural purity.

This is really a geomantic treasure land, with mountains, water and woods. Looking around, you can see everything. If you want to visit them all, you have to spend a day.

The white apricot flowers, the lambs taking a nap, the chickens catching food, and the quiet stone houses all make me feel free.

On the way down the mountain, I told Wasp that my orchard used to be very beautiful, full of pink, white, and yellow apple blossoms, but because it didn’t make any money, it was all cut down by Lao Yang. .

Wasp asked why you didn’t stop?

I said I stopped him, but I didn’t. I even threatened to "run away from home," but Lao Yang said, "Do you want to leave or not?"

Lao Yang doesn’t love me anymore!

My household registration is still in the village. After I return, I asked Lao Yang to allocate a piece of land to me.

The wasp asked, what do you want to plant?

What is it worth, I ask?

Gold.

Then plant gold.