Zhao Xing Dong Zhai, the parent-child tour in Guigui

? Our first stop in Guizhou was Zhaoxing Dong Village. Arriving at the parking lot of the scenic spot is at five o'clock in the afternoon. As soon as you get off the bus, you will feel the dryness and heat in the plateau area. The naked skin feels burnt by fire, but it is very comfortable to breathe. The air here is very good, fresh and dry.

Zhaoxing is a town, and the town area is the main scenic spot of the whole Dong village. It's still about 3 kilometers away from the stockade when we enter the gate of the scenic spot. We reached an agreement with the owner of a homestay in the parking lot, and her car will take us into the stockade. If it is not suitable to see the house first, we will give her 1 yuan for the fare.

? 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 it was empty for a long time, the house fell into disrepair quickly, showing a dilapidated scene. But under such blue sky and white clouds, it has another taste. The word "Nalai" is written on the gatehouse, and the owner of the hotel taught us to read it, saying that it means "hello" in Dong language. In the car, the boss told us that the whole Dong village was named Lu, so we joked, "Can it be called Lujia Village?" The boss just smiled and said nothing. Entering the gate of the stockade, we first saw the business district, including souvenir shops, restaurants, supermarkets, drum towers, small markets, and we also saw the post office. The facade of the post office was uniformly painted black. Ouyang said that this was the first time he saw a post office with a facade that was not green. The owner of the hotel said that this is the center of their town, and people in the surrounding stockyards come here to buy and sell things and do things. Therefore, it is not entirely built for scenic spots, and the life of local people is also here.

The residential area is just outside the central street, and Lujia Inn is 2 meters away from the central street. Surprisingly, just after turning in from the alley, the rich flavor of minority life came face to face. The old lady, with her hair curled and her head wrapped, was sitting on a low stool outside her mulou, picking vegetables and doing needlework, and there were several urchins playing on the ground, with black heads and dirty faces. At first glance, it was the evening when she was going to be taken home to take a bath by her family. There are a few earthen stoves along the road, and tall chimneys are erected, which are so dark that they look like they will only be used during festivals or dinners. Now the stove is covered with sundries, with a small flat on the side, and several aunts are watching the news around. The setting sun shines on the window of Lujia Inn and casts the shadow of the window lattice on the coffee table in the hall. It's so quiet.

The inn is a newly built house. It has three floors made of red bricks and reinforced concrete, and then boards are pasted on the external walls to make it look like a Dong building. There is no roof, only a simple ventilation room. It is strange that the boss has dried all the sheets and quilts in it. 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 the beginning, the stockade was built beside the sides of 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 worms on the pillars and door panels, and there is no corruption. It is amazing.

There is no longer a tourist attraction here. We are more like outsiders who break into the stockade by mistake and watch the daily life of people in Donglou Gallery Street. The workshop for playing Dong cloth is no bigger than the one next door. The jingling machine is placed on the corridor street, with several large dye vats lined up next to it, which are filled with blue slurry. It is said that pig blood is added to the dye of Dong cloth, and it needs to be beaten repeatedly to be durable and shiny. The strength of the machine beating is very strong, which shows that the toughness of Dong cloth is very high.

There are several wind and rain bridges along the river, on which are old people, children and rhubarb dog enjoying the cool. The yellow dog is always lazily lying in the middle of the bridge, and pedestrians will not move down when they pass by, and they are lazy when they look up. We also followed on the bridge fence to see the scenery. Cooking smoke is rare, but the aroma of the food is endless.

people here really don't panic. They pass by several homestay restaurants, and the boss doesn't attract us even at the rice market. When we accidentally broke into a restaurant, the boss also said that it was a private restaurant, which only entertained tenants and did not take foreign meals. This is too Buddhist.

an old man 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, and steamed glutinous rice at noon. Simple meals, grandpa said he could drink two glasses of white wine, and bamboo worms are good things to drink. Auntie baked peppers with the remaining charcoal fire, and the aroma was overflowing. We want Auntie to cook a simple meal for us. Auntie smiled and said, "It's too narrow to receive guests. It's impolite." We said we don't mind, as long as we can have dinner, and we can pay according to the market price. But the aunt still waved her hand, smiling in her wrinkles, and said with a smile, "No,no." That's rude. "

The greedy bug has been hooked out. Let's have dinner, too. In the central street, I found a restaurant that looked crowded and sat down, and ordered the beef flat and bacon fried konjac Baba recommended by the boss. We really can't accept the strange smell of beef flat soup. The bacon is not chewy or fragrant. Two big dishes have fallen into the pit, but the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and shredded lettuce have been swept away by several children.

At night, the streets are full of excitement. Are the grandmothers dancing in the square dance the same in the whole country? The bar also began to sing, and the lanterns along the river lit up, giving people a feeling of truth and illusion. Benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and faith, the Drum Tower of the five regiments was quiet, with no lanterns and no performances. Only a few scattered grandmothers and grandmothers enjoyed the cool and chatted inside. We sat down at the Rentuan Drum Tower to chat with Grandpa, who said that this was their conference hall, where all the family matters, weddings, funerals and weddings would gather. For tourism development, they are not particularly welcome, because the gate limits their access time. For example, now, villagers can't go in and out until eleven o'clock at noon. They have to farm, which is very inconvenient. Moreover, the travel company didn't pay dividends to the villagers. Most of the shops and hotels were run by outsiders, and the locals didn't benefit much ... After listening to him, 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 the remote cottages that are uncontested in the world, they also have to face the problems of education, medical care and making a living.

The next morning, we went to find the primary school in this town, because there were awards for the children of the innkeeper's family 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 building, but the flavor of modernization or sinicization is stronger. The slogan of epidemic prevention is still eye-catching. After the teachers and students left, the campus was quiet. Three or two people living in the school were playing basketball, and several cars were parked at the door. There is a road outside the door, which can lead to the stockade further away. When we went down the mountain, we followed an uncle who went shopping in the town from the stockade on the mountain. He enthusiastically introduced us to the situation here in Guizhou dialect. Where is the town government, where is the hospital, where it used to be, and where it moved later ... Niu Niu understood that the "gai" he said was "street". He also said that there are more stockades along this road to the mountains, which are more remote and less beautiful than Zhaoxing.

Breakfast was eaten in the central street, with barbecue glutinous rice, camellia oleifera, rice flour, noodles and porridge. I tasted the barbecue glutinous rice and was amazed. Pork hind leg meat is sliced into large slices, roasted on charcoal fire, served with local hot and sour Chili sauce, pickled cabbage and bean curd wrapped in glutinous rice, and the oil is rubbed into glutinous rice. The sour, spicy, salty and sweet are all in that bite. It's delicious.

the children still eat soup powder, and they are full of words. Ouyang found a glutinous rice cake, wrapped in a layer of bean powder, which was soft and elastic in his hand. It was refreshing and not sweet and greasy to eat. He said it was much more stupid and delicious than the patting pan in our hometown.

In Dong Village, we have seen the scenery at dusk, at night and in the morning. That's enough. Let's go.