Zhu Bo Gucunhang

On the afternoon of July 3, my colleagues and I had a whim and went for a walk in Zhubogu village in the neighboring county.

The so-called neighboring county is xiushui county. I always feel that Xiushui is particularly close. I may have been to Jiujiang many years ago and walked for about an hour. I pass by xiushui county, so it's very close.

It was also a bad day, and the morning was still a good day. On the way in the afternoon, it started well. It turned cloudy and sunny, at least it didn't rain. I got on the expressway and walked for about twenty minutes before it began to rain. At first it rained very little, but later it rained harder and harder.

After two long tunnels, it began to rain cats and dogs outside. I also want to return, but I feel that since I came out, I still insist on going to the end.

Off the highway, the road becomes narrower and more rugged. This doesn't look like the way to the swimming spot. I found the map and looked for it one by one. I didn't go wrong.

Baidu also searched Fozhu Village. According to the data, the Zheng family in Xingyang, Zhengzhou moved here during Yongle period of Ming Dynasty, which was a secluded village established in the form of Taiji gossip. The village is well-preserved, with nine wells and eighteen lanes, four gates from east to west, north and south, and more than 30 traditional houses.

Zhu Bo Village is located at the junction of Huangsha, Ningzhou and Huang 'ao, surrounded by mountain terraces, dense bamboo forests and beautiful scenery, far away from the noise of the city and enjoying a quiet place. There is no cement in the village, and the roads are paved with stones, full of simplicity and tranquility.

After driving through Huangsha Town and walking for half an hour, a small mountain village appeared in front of you. The rain rustled and the village was silent.

If there is no cement road, a dirt road leads to the village. We parked our car in the open space in front of a house and walked along the stone road in the village with an umbrella.

Walking into an ancestral hall, it was dark because of the rain. I found the switch, turned on the electric light and walked around the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall is relatively new, with new doors and floors, which may have been built by the local government to attract tourists.

There is no one in the ancestral hall, and it feels gloomy. Out of the ancestral temple, walk up along a stone road. Most of the houses are adobe houses, with some brick houses in the middle, but no one can be seen.

Walking on, I finally saw seven or eight old people sitting in a room chatting. When we walked in, the old man was very polite, offered us his seat and made us hot tea. I took a sip, and the tea contained my own chrysanthemum and fried black beans, which had a unique aroma.

I chatted with them and said that there were more than 50 students in the primary school in the village at the peak, and there was another primary school in the village below with more than 50 students. Now there are only 30 old people and a few middle-aged people left, and all the young people have moved down the mountain.

However, the elderly choose to grow old in the mountains. They can't live without their motherland. There are more than 10 elderly people over 90 years old in the village. Because vegetarian food and wild vegetables are the mainstay for many years, they are all healthy and have a long life.

After sitting for about an hour, we got up and left, asking about the old house. An old man pointed to two houses with a history of 300 years.

Walking along the path, it turned out to be two earth-walled houses, and the big slogan of the Cultural Revolution era was hung on the wall: "Go all out, strive for the upper reaches, and build socialism quickly and well."

There is also a quotation in a small box: "The core force leading our cause is the Chinese Production Party, and the theoretical basis guiding our thinking is Marxism–Leninism." "All wrong ideas, all poisonous weeds and all ghosts and demons must be criticized and must not be allowed to overflow."

The doors of both houses are locked. It is estimated that no one has lived in them for a long time, but the front and back of the houses are clean.

Passing a photo studio, I pushed the door and went in. The light was dim, so I turned on the light and enjoyed the photos on the wall. There are terraced fields, golden rice in the sun, rape flowers in full bloom in spring, and chickens and ducks in winding alleys feed. . . What particularly attracted me was the picture of killing pigs during the Spring Festival. Adults and children are ecstatic. What a festive scene!

Living in such a deserted village, it is not easy to imagine the prosperity of that year and lament it infinitely, and really want to revitalize the village. Zhu Bo Village is one of thousands of small villages in Qian Qian, and their present situation is almost the same.