Zhaoxing Dong Village, Guigui Parent-child Tour

Our first stop in Guizhou was Zhaoxing Dong Village. It is five o'clock in the afternoon to arrive at the scenic parking lot. When you get off the bus, you will feel the heat in the plateau. Bare skin feels like it's on fire, but it's comfortable to breathe. The air here is very good, fresh and dry.

Zhaoxing is a town, and the town area is the main attraction of the whole Dong village. Entering the gate of the scenic spot, it is about 3 kilometers away from the stockade. We made an agreement with the owner of a homestay in the parking lot that her car would take us into the stockade. If it is not suitable to see the house first, we will give her the fare of 10 yuan.

After entering the gate of the scenic spot, there is an abandoned commercial street, and the house is built in the style of Dong Village. Because of long-term vacancy, the house soon fell into disrepair, showing a dilapidated scene. But under such blue sky and white clouds, it is another taste. The word "Nalai" was written on the gatehouse, and the hotel owner taught us to read it, saying it means "hello" in Dong language. In the car, the boss told us that the whole Dongcun village was called Lu, so we joked, "Can we call it Lujiacun?" The boss just smiled and said nothing.

When I entered the gate of the stockade, the first thing I saw was the business district, with souvenir shops, restaurants, supermarkets, drum towers, small markets and the post office. The front of the post office is uniformly painted black. Ouyang said that this was the first time he saw a post office whose facade was not green. The owner of the hotel said that this is the center of their town, and people from the surrounding yard come here to buy and sell things and do things. So it's not entirely built for scenic spots, and the local people's life is here.

Out of the center street is the residential area, and Lujia Inn is 20 meters away from the center street. Surprisingly, just turning in from the alley, the rich flavor of minority life came face to face. The old lady curled her hair and wrapped her head, sitting on a low stool outside her wooden building, picking vegetables and sewing. There were several urchins playing on the ground, with black heads and dirty faces. At first glance, it was the night when she was to be taken home by her family to take a bath. There are several earthen stoves along the road, and tall chimneys are erected. They are dark and it seems that they will only be used during festivals or dinners. Now the stove is full of sundries, and there is a small suite next to it, and several aunts are watching the news around. The setting sun shone on the window of Lujia Inn and cast the shadow of the window lattice on the coffee table in the hall. It's too quiet.

This inn is a newly-built house. It is made of three layers of red bricks and reinforced concrete, and then sticks wooden boards on the outer wall to make it look like a Dong building. There is no rooftop on the roof, only a simple ventilation room. It's strange that the boss has dried all the sheets and quilts inside. It can be seen that the weather here is really dry and the temperature during the day is really high.

Before sunset, we walked along the river in the stockade. At first, the stockade was built by the river. People do daily washing in the river, and women also wash their long hair. Nowadays, most of the Dong wooden buildings on both sides of the river have been over a hundred years, but they are still strong. There are no bugs and corruption on the pillars and door panels. It's amazing.

This is no longer a tourist attraction, but we are more like outsiders who have strayed into the stockade and watched the daily life of people in Gallery Street in the East Building. The workshop for playing Dong cloth is no bigger than the one next door. The jingle machine is placed in the corridor street, next to which several large dye vats are lined up, all of which are blue slurry. It is said that pig blood is added to Dong Bu's dye, and it needs to be slapped repeatedly to keep it shiny. The strength of the machine is very strong, which shows that Dong Bu has high toughness.

There are several wind and rain bridges by the river, and old people and children rhubarb dog are enjoying the cool. The yellow dog always lies lazily in the middle of the bridge, and pedestrians will not go down when they pass by, and they will look up lazily. We followed the bridge fence to see the scenery. There is little smoke in cooking, but the aroma of food is endless.

People here really don't panic, passing by several homestay restaurants, and the boss didn't attract us in the rice market. We accidentally broke into a restaurant, and the boss also said it was a private restaurant, which only entertained tenants and did not take foreign meals. This is too Buddhist.

An uncle set up a three-legged stove in the corner and cooked a simple dinner with a small iron pot. Pork belly boiled eggplant, fried bamboo worms, steamed glutinous rice at noon. Simple meals, grandpa said that you can drink two glasses of white wine, and bamboo worms are good things to drink. Aunt roasted pepper with the remaining charcoal fire, and the aroma was overflowing. We want our aunt to cook us a simple meal. Aunt smiled and said, "It's too narrow to receive guests. It is impolite. " We said we don't mind, as long as we can eat, and we can pay at the market price. But the aunt waved and said "no, no" with a smile in her wrinkles, which was impolite. "

The greedy bug has been hooked. Let's go to eat. I found a crowded restaurant in Central Street and sat down. I ordered beef flat and bacon fried konjac Baba recommended by my boss. We really can't accept the strange smell of beef flat soup. Bacon is neither chewy nor fragrant. Two big plates have fallen into the pit, but the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and shredded lettuce have been swept away by several children.

In the evening, the streets are very lively, and the aunts dancing in the square dance are the same all over the country. The bar also began to sing, and the lanterns by the river lit up, giving people a real and illusory feeling. Benevolence, courtesy, wisdom and faith, the Five Drum Towers were quiet, with no lanterns and no performances. There are only a few scattered grandmothers chatting in the cool. We sat down to chat with grandpa in the Drum Tower of Rentuan, and grandpa said that this was their conference hall, where all family affairs, weddings and funerals would get together. For tourism development, they are not particularly popular because the gate limits their access time. For example, now, villagers can't go in and out until eleven noon. It's inconvenient for them to farm. Moreover, the travel company did not pay dividends to the villagers. Most shops and hotels are run by outsiders, and the locals have not benefited much ... After listening to his words, I suddenly found that this is the same world, and we live in the same world. Survival is cruel, people everywhere have their own anxiety, and the pressure of life is everywhere. Looking at those remote cottages that are uncontested, they also have to face the problems of education, medical care and making a living.

The next morning, we went to the primary school in this town, because there were awards for the innkeeper's children on the wall of the inn hall. After asking people all the way and walking through more secluded alleys, we came to Zhaoxing Town Central Primary School. The campus of this school is very big, much bigger than ours and much more magnificent. Teaching buildings, canteens and libraries all try to keep the style of Dong Lou, but the flavor of modernization or China is stronger. The slogan of epidemic prevention is still striking. The campus was quiet after the teachers and students left. Three or two people who live in the school are playing basketball, and several cars are parked at the door. There is a road outside the door, which leads to a further stockade. When we went down the mountain, we followed an uncle who went to town to buy things from the stockade on the mountain. He enthusiastically introduced the situation here to us in Guizhou dialect. Where is the town government, where is the hospital, where was it before, and where did it move later ... Niu Niu understood that the "building" he said was "street". He also said that this road leads to more stockades in the mountains, which is more remote and less beautiful than Zhaoxing.

Breakfast in the central street, there are barbecue glutinous rice, oil tea, rice noodles, noodles, porridge. I tasted the barbecue glutinous rice and was amazed. Cut the pork hind leg into large pieces, roast it on charcoal fire, mix with local hot and sour Chili sauce, sauerkraut and glutinous rice wrapped in tofu, and rub it into glutinous rice with oil. Sour, spicy, salty and sweet are all in that bite. It is delicious.

The child still eats soup powder and is full of words. Ouyang found a glutinous rice cake, wrapped in a layer of bean flour, soft and elastic in his hand. It tastes refreshing, not sweet or greasy. He said it was much stupider and more delicious than the patting pot in our hometown.

In Dong Village, we saw the scenery at dusk, night and early morning. Satisfied, let's go.