When they came up, Chen Xing pulled her, pointed at the fish and asked, "Do you want this for lunch?"
"It's inevitable, it happens every year."
She looked like she was tired of eating.
But Chen Xing is looking forward to it. He heard that the fish raised in the rice fields taste different from the fish raised in the fish ponds. They have a refreshing fragrance. He doesn't know if it is true. Anyway, he will know in a while.
She put the fish into the bucket next to her, found a pack of hawthorn slices from her pocket, opened it and gave one to Chen Xing.
Hawthorn slices will taste sour if chewed directly. Chen Xing usually likes to hold them in his mouth like candy.
He found the photo, knelt down and said, "Come and see."
The person in the photo is wearing traditional Miao clothes, with a sweet smile and a spirit of elf in his eyes. His sleeves are rolled up and he is holding on to a fish.
Yang Xiu exclaimed in surprise, she liked it so much, and asked after a while: "Brother Chen Xing, do you just make money by taking photos?"
Chen Xing nodded and said, "That's right. Do you like it?"
"like!"
Yang Xiu nodded vigorously.
"Then I'll find a place to make it and frame it when I get back to the city, and send it to you then. Can you receive express delivery here?"
"There is only a post office, but you can send it in the town. We pick it up ourselves. It only takes more than an hour to walk."
She goes to junior high school in the town, lives on campus, and has to walk to school and home by herself every week.
Chen Xing stood up and looked around.
Let's go back to the Miao Village and take some photos. I have accumulated a lot of material during this period, and I should be able to edit one or two videos in the evening.
The video I posted before has now exceeded 100,000 views.
As the first video released by a new up owner, Chen Xing has nothing to be dissatisfied with. Moreover, after this first video with 100,000 views, the videos released in the future will have more exposure.
"Go and play by yourself. I want to take pictures of more buildings in the village."
Yang Xiu shook her head, the silver ornaments on her hat clattered, and she said: "My uncle asked me to accompany you, and asked me to take you to play. If you want to photograph any house, I will take you there."
Chen Xing touched his chin and thought for a while.
It's okay if someone takes it with you.
“I want to photograph big houses, or beautiful, distinctive ones.”
Chen Xing can't explain what the beauty of architecture is, but beauty in general means that it is beautiful, distinctive, and impressive. Just like many painters' works do not feel amazing at first sight, but as time goes by, you will It is special to find that this work is still deeply impressed in your mind.
Yang Xiu raised her fingers and said, "I know!"
"What?"
"It's a beautiful house. What do you think of that?" She pointed to the building at the top of the mountain. "I have always thought it was beautiful, but we Miao people rarely go there. Grandpa told me that it was someone else's temple."
Chen Xing blocked the sun and looked over.
It is one of the two highest buildings.
He noticed the two buildings when he entered the village. The other houses were only built halfway up the mountain, but these two buildings were like the beacon towers of the Great Wall. They were built along the stairs at the highest point of the mountain, one on each side, with different buildings. special.
Chen Xing said: "There is already one in their village, but there is another one above?"
"I heard that there are real monks living there, just like there is a witch living on our mountain."
"Witch?" Chen Xing frowned, "Do you really know how to cast poison?"
"Hehe, guess what."
Chen Xing suddenly felt a little numb. There was almost no positive image of the Miao people in the stories he had read before. Even if there were, they were both good and evil. They are just like Sheng Dan Jing Mo Chou in opera, their image has been fixed.
Although the literary image is said to be unreliable, Chen Xing has never really understood it. How does he know whether what is said in the novel is right or wrong?
In the past two days, he felt that the Miao people were not much different from the Han people except for a few customs and traditional clothing. However, it seemed that he still knew too little. It turned out that the Miao people really knew how to cast poison, and they even Has its own witch.
"Brother Chen Xing, don't be afraid. She usually doesn't go down the mountain, and we don't go up often."
Chen Xing wanted to ask more about the witch, but Yang Xiu also kept silent. She didn't know whether she didn't want to talk or couldn't tell Chen Xing, an outsider.
Follow the path to the hillside of the terraced fields, turn to the right, and walk up the mountain step by step from the bushes. Although the road here is not as comfortable as the bluestones in the Miao Village, there are also smooth stone slabs. , just like the self-built paths in the countryside.
"I've always wanted to ask, right? There used to be two villages here, so how could they be combined together?"
Yang Xiu walked in front of Chen Xing and said:
"It's never been put together. It's just a village on the surface. When I was young, there was another village walking into the mountains. It's more than ten kilometers away from us. We moved out a few years ago. "
"Aren't you going to move?"
"We are so close to the town, why are we moving away? Grandpa said we have lived here for thousands of years and there is no way we can move away."
If Chen Xing lived in a place like this, he probably wouldn't move away.
These buildings are too precious and it would be a shame to let them fall into disrepair.
Song Xingwen should have done the right thing. If more people who have returned from studying return to their hometowns and develop this place into a tourism base together, judging from the current domestic tourism enthusiasm, all villagers will soon be able to get rich together.
However, he also understood Hou Tong's choice.
Xu Tuzhi also protected this place and rashly developed it into a tourist destination. Countless tourists poured in from the outside world. No one could tell whether it was destruction or something else.
With this thought, Chen Xing spoke a lot less.
"Here we are, look!"
Chen Xing looked up.
Snow-white sugar cane flowers sway in the wind, and temples with white walls, cornices, red tiles, and wooden doors come into view. There are a lot of decorations on his walls, beams, columns and other places, including tiles, stained glass, iron and paintings. The painting style is in the same vein as Song Xingwen's paintings that Chen Xing saw at the foot of the mountain.
When he thought of this, the solemn atmosphere of the temple faded a lot in Chen Xing's heart.
At this time, a woman walked out of the temple with her child in her arms. She nodded when she saw Chen Xing. She had seen Chen Xing and said hello when she was doing laundry in the morning.
Chen Xing also responded with a smile.
The woman originally wanted to say something, but when she saw the little girl behind Chen Xing wearing a neat set of Miao costumes, she said no more and went straight down the mountain.
Chen Xing said: "It seems you are not welcome here."
"It should be the clothes I'm wearing, oh, I just said I wouldn't wear them!"
Chen Xing walked along the road. The main entrance of the hall faced a courtyard. From this courtyard, you could see the river at the foot of the mountain and the Dai bamboo buildings built along the river. If you have good eyesight, you can clearly see the people walking on it. People on the road.
The hall was empty.
Chen Xing wanted to go in and take a look, but Yang Xiu quickly stopped him and said, "You have to take off your shoes."
