Go to visit Jiuxiang Village deep in the mountains of Deqing and pass by Yunshu Village

As early as a few months ago, my cousin Arong invited me to visit Chongyuan Bading Winery hidden deep in the mountains of Deqing, but we didn’t go until May 20th.

At ten o'clock in the morning that day, I drove my "Xiao Knife" electric car to wait for Ah Rong at the deli next to the Decheng Town Government canteen. While waiting, I bought the freshly baked pork belly from this shop and prepared it for lunch. The winery is famous for its fine wines.

We went up the mountain from Guanwei Hemuling. When we walked through the long and steep ridge leading to the winery, we saw a work shed, so we stopped to take a look and looked at the huge stone under the work shed. What a pit, I thought, it wouldn’t be like this without ten or eight years of digging. There are road signs next to the mountain road at the top of this stone pit, one pointing to Yunsu Village; as the name suggests, it may be as high as Yunsu or Yunsu it.

When we were about to finish climbing this mountain, which may have the steepest slope and the most potholes in Deqing, Ah Rong stopped the car and waited for me and asked if the "knife" could still be carried. I said it should be possible. Ah Rong smiled and said, "It has been tested if it reaches this ridge." Indeed, it is quite confident that it is fully charged.

With confidence in the "pocket knife", we continued to climb the ridge and came to a fork in the road at the top of the ridge. We saw two road signs, one pointing to Yunshu Village and the other to Jiuxiang Village. The top winery is Jiuxiang Village. Yunshu Village is just around the corner of the road, while Jiuxiang Village is still a few miles away.

We turned around and headed to Yunshu Village first.

Yunshu Village is located in a shallow and long valley, surrounded by peaks. The peaks thrust into the blue sky are like emerald green combs, combing the flowing white clouds. If there is a fairyland on earth, I think Yunshu Village is it. It is the most simple and natural village I have ever seen, with no slogans, no ancient and modern totems, no noise, and no pollution. A clear small river gurgled by the village. Next to the small river were fruit villages with rice fields. There were more than a dozen families scattered in the village. The roads in the village were so clean that only fallen leaves were left. The air was refreshing and fresh. The smell of vegetation and the chirping of birds made me think about the red brick house with a small courtyard at the head of the village facing the paddy fields. Because the firewood door could not be opened and no one answered my call, I wanted to find someone in the village to ask about the condition of the house.

We walked from the beginning to the end of the small mountain village in a short while and found that the largest house number was No. 15 and all the doors were closed. People here drink from wells, as if one family has one well. There was a well at the end of the village by the roadside. I pressed the water up and happily washed my face and hands and took a few sips. I found that it was very cool, clear and sweet. When we walked back from the end of the village and walked through the village again, we saw the door of No. 10 open, and there was a little old woman on the patio who we knew was a little old woman who had never left farm work. She welcomed us into the house with a smile and greeted us warmly. I saw that her tea came out so green and tasted so good, so I asked if it was grown here. She said no, it was bought. I was surprised that the tea I brewed at home never came out this green. Ah Rong said that the tea is good mainly because the water here is good. While drinking her tea and water, I learned that someone lived in that house. I also learned that all the houses here were occupied and would not be rented out. She was surprised that I wanted to live here, saying that there were not many people I wanted to see in Dashankeng. She said that she had not been out on the street (Decheng) for decades and didn’t know what the street looked like anymore. She has no TV, phone, or radio, and lives a healthy, simple, and quiet life from sunrise to sunset. She was enthusiastic and repeatedly asked us to eat before leaving. Although we were reluctant to leave, we still left.

Jiuxiang Village may be the nearest neighbor of Yunshu Village. Anyway, we didn’t see the village on the roadside all the way down the mountain. The road down the ridge is so long, and it seems to be steeper than the road up the ridge. After the many twists and turns on the Xialing Road, we turned a corner and arrived at our destination - Jiuxiang Village.

When I arrived at Jiuxiang Village, I realized that its official name is Xincun. As soon as you get close to it, you can smell the aroma of wine that is so strong that you can almost drink it flowing in this village, which is about the same size as Yunshu Village. Jiuxiang Village is the center of Chongyuan. The Chongyuan Village Committee is located there. It is eye-catching everywhere. All the houses in the whole village are covered with beautiful tiles from the same manufacturer. There are scenic spots in front of and beside the village. Those pavilions, lawns and other settings. Since it is a winery-style village, all kinds of wine jars are everywhere, and some poems related to wine also appear on the walls and wine jars.

It is both a veritable winery and an attractive tourist attraction.

But now this winery is inevitably affected by the "epidemic". On this day, the only tourists were Aron and me.

Jiuxiang Village is full of friendliness.

Because we didn’t know that there was a beautiful public toilet near the pavilion at the entrance of the village, we looked for a toilet in the village. I wanted to go to the village committee, but the door there was closed, so I had to go to the villager's house. The most eye-catching building here is the winery, with more than a dozen households and two making wine, but it looks like the entire village is making wine. Unlike Yunshu Village, everyone here has their doors open. Behind a wine shop, there was an old man in his nineties drying cinnamon bark by the house. He listened to us, but only smiled. It turned out that he was deaf. A young man who was busy on the other side of the house came over and told us His bathroom was there, and he also let us eat porridge and drink tea.

In addition to the strong aroma of wine, Jiuxiang Village also has a strong aroma of cinnamon. Cinnamon bark and twigs are drying outside almost every house. A sturdy old man came back from the mountain carrying a large bundle of cinnamon branches. He suddenly put the firewood on the ground. Seeing me surprised at his strength, he smiled and asked me to estimate his age. I estimated seventy. He held out eight fingers. , proudly said that he was eighty years old, and while talking, he asked us to sit in the house.

A villager was surprised when he found out that I was driving an electric car. He asked me if I would have enough electricity when I went back. I said it might be worse, so he suggested that I use electricity from the village committee to supplement it. There was a "convenient mobile socket" sticking out from the window of the village committee, and I brought a charger. We stayed here for over two hours to recharge.

While charging, we went to the exhibition room of a winery to view its dazzling array of exhibits. Of course, the various wines made with different materials are the protagonists, and the supporting roles include local products such as yellow skin, yuba, and chicken bone grass tea. . The owner of the village is a young man. He invited us to drink tea and eat fruits. I really wanted to buy his wine, but I learned that he had a sales point opposite the China Resources Supermarket in Longmu Plaza, Decheng, so I didn't buy it. Instead, I bought two bottles of his easy-to-carry "secret yellow skin". When we were walking to the pavilion for lunch, I wanted to give him half a glass of the show wine to go with the roasted pork belly, but I was worried that his "three bowls of wine would not be enough" would prevent me from crossing the ridge, so forget it.

After sharing the pork belly with Ah Rong, we went back to the village committee, and this time we saw the door open. I apologized to the two staff working there for charging their batteries without their consent. They said it was no problem and greeted us warmly. Even if we said we didn’t want to drink, they poured us tea and carried the pot to us. Fill up the empty water bottle.

We spent more than two hours happily in this fragrant village. Before leaving, we went to the wine tank path to read poetry.

The villagers told us that we should go back to Decheng via Shapang. It is a long way, but there is no need to climb uphill along the way. Afraid that the "pocket knife" wouldn't be able to hold it any longer and climbing uphill, and not wanting to turn back, we chose to pass by the sand.

Although there is only one road from Jiuxiang Village to Shapang, we still asked people along the way. A couple on an oncoming motorcycle laughed at us when we asked for directions, saying that it was only one road, and said that today is Shabangwei asked us, "Are we also going to take advantage of the Wei?" We said yes and walked past them. Soon the beach was in sight.

I came to Shapang as a volunteer in 2015. At that time, I met Ah Liang, a farmer in Shapang, a middle-aged farmer with a poetic temperament who turned the corner of his village into a paradise. After that, I came to Shabian more than once. Every time I came, in addition to seeing the village corner, I would also go to eat the excellent braised pork there.

Time passes and everything changes.

When I came to Shapang this time, I didn’t see A Liang. I only saw beautiful stones and beautiful potted plants beautifully placed on both sides of his house and in front of his house and on both sides of the path leading to the stream. They were covered with dust. covered in dust, haggard and haggard, disappeared...the delicious roasted pork belly beside the beach was nowhere to be found.

I came to the humble Sabang Winery with a bit of melancholy. The lady boss put some of her products in plastic cups for me to try. I thought it still tasted like I had drunk it, so I bought ten kilograms. Thinking that my fifth uncle also likes to drink a little wine, he asked for ten more kilograms. The landlady saw me putting 20 kilograms of wine in the back of the car and said with a smile, "Fortunately, it's downhill on the way back."

On the way back, about a third of the way down to Sha Pang Ridge, and then the most beautiful village road in Deqing , arrived home soon.