When I wrote this paragraph, it happened to be the Double Ninth Festival. Let's talk about a filial son I met in Modao Village.

The car crossed the suspended pumpkin and went a little further. There is a courtyard on the high ridge on the right, next to a brick house with blue tiles, yellow walls and white walls, which is not the architectural style of Miao village. There are two big speakers hanging on the eaves wall, a flagpole standing next to it, and a national flag floating. I got off and took a closer look. It is the rural sector.

Conan called the village chief, told us where we were, and then stood under the eaves of the village. I couldn't help looking around and shooting with a flat screen. Conan is very calm. He came here once, and he is also an ancient uncle. He often goes to Miao village. After a while, two middle-aged people came in the distance, waving in the distance.

Conan stepped down from Gaokan and greeted them. It turned out to be Fu Tianjun, the village head Liu and the village party secretary. Conan doesn't know them. After introducing myself briefly, I went into the small conference room in the village and chatted.

The basic situation of the village will be discussed later. Let's start with the famous dutiful son.

The oldest woman in Modao Village is Li Yanxiang, 10 1 year old. Conan and I suggested that we go and see the old birthday girl first. The village chief said that the old man was in his group, the sharpening group. The secretary of the township party Committee and the village head took us there.

After countless irregular bluestone roads, turn left and right to the old lady's house.

It is a small courtyard with adobe and wood structure, with a patio in the middle, which is a bit like a quadrangle in Beijing, but smaller. Especially the courtyard gate is very small, about the size of a single door of an urban family. Three or four bluestones form a trapezoidal step, covering the threshold. The material of the door frame is very good and square. The walls on both sides of the door are covered with dead wood branches, which are not only the fuel for daily life, but also the firewood for cooking and boiling water here, and it is estimated that it is also the firewood for preparing for heating in winter. Autumn is coming, and winter is not far away.

Looking through the door frame, a ray of sunshine shines in the yard, which is very quiet and peaceful.

Conan, they went in first. My speed is much slower, everything is so fresh and beautiful, and I am shooting while walking.

Walking into the yard and looking around, some are messy, some are broken, but they are also very warm. There are several pumpkins piled in a corner, old pumpkins and green pumpkins. I'm not sure if the green one is tender. A rope is covered with tobacco leaves. From the viewfinder of the flat panel, it was just blocked by a bamboo pole and thought it was basking on it.

Men in Miao village, especially the elderly, almost love smoking. They even want to chop up their own tobacco leaves and smoke them with a roll paper horn, or smoke them with a sweat pipe made of long bamboo poles while lighting them. These unprocessed original ecological tobacco leaves are said to be much better than cigarettes. People who can't smoke, taking a sip may choke tears and nose, which will intoxicate people.

Conan told me to get up quickly.

The birthday girl's home is on the wooden stairs on the right. It looks like another family in the middle. The doors are closed and the doors and windows are broken.

Climb the wooden ladder, follow Conan's voice, and then climb a small attic on the right. The corridor is very narrow, and only a little fatter people can pass through it. A small window with thick paper was dimly lit.

The old birthday girl sits on the ground with a cushion and a quilt. It's very simple. When I approached, I found that the curtain opened by the village party secretary was not a window, but a door. It's not like a door, it's too small and too short, and it's a bit like the cabin of Shaoxing Wupeng ship.

The old birthday girl leaned over and talked to them. I can't understand what the old birthday girl said about Miao. She said there was no good cigarette for you. I'm sorry.

The old birthday girl has a quiet voice, a clear speech and a kind expression.

I asked some simple questions, and the old birthday girl said that her ears were not working well.

Out of the attic, I deliberately looked at what the old birthday girl ate.

There is a stove in the hall, and the fire has gone out. On some charcoal made of dry wood, there is a small cooking pot with a handle, which is a modern product. Open the lid and see, some leftovers, some bacon and some vegetables. The village chief said it was for the birthday girl. If she is hungry, she will come here to heat herself before eating. I'm a little surprised. Where are the children and grandchildren of the old birthday girl? The village chief said that if you have a son around, you should go out to work.

I went into another side door, which was the kitchen, the wok for cooking and the dark pressure cooker. There is no gasket in it, and no pressure reducing valve can be found. An equally black wok was tilted on a high stove, and a few pieces of bacon hung above the stove mouth. There are some dry sticks and sticks around the stove.

I turned and walked out. The village chief opened an enamel cup and dyed it evenly dark brown from the bottom to the mouth of the cup, which was visually the same as that painted in ink. That thick layer of tea dirt is estimated to have accumulated over the years. Sharpeners drink strong tea and eat heavy salt. They like to drink big bowls of homemade rice wine and chew bacon.

After hearing and witnessing these facts, I feel very confused. From the perspective of modern medicine, the eating habits of Modao Village people do not seem to be a healthy way to keep fit, but they live like this all their lives, even from generation to generation.

The old birthday girl came out of the attic, Conan was filming, and I quickly took some photos from the right angle. Shooting with a flat panel in a dimly lit place is basically powerless, and the subject will be blurred when he blinks his eyes.

In the corridor of the attic, a figure with some rickets walked slowly on the wooden wall, saying pleasantries as he walked.

I'm afraid she will fall. The village chief said no, she always takes care of herself like this, and her son has to go out to work. Conan asked her again, where is her son? The village party secretary answered irrelevant questions and said that her son was a dutiful son. Every day when it is cold, he will sleep with his old mother and warm her bed and cover her feet. I thought I heard wrong and asked. That's what the village chief must have said. For a long time, because the old man was afraid of the cold, his son would sleep with his mother. My eyes are a little moist. When it comes to human nature and love for mother, we are far behind the Miao people in this mountain.

After coming out of the old birthday star, we went to the village department again. I asked the secretary of the township party Committee and the village head to make a list of the elderly over 70 years old in the village, and asked them to indicate their age, gender, place of residence and other group names.

Conan has been thinking about taking a picture of the old birthday girl and her son. We divided the work, he went to the old birthday star's house to wait for his son, and I continued to interview the living conditions of the old people in Modao Village.

The secretary of the township party Committee and the village head called one by one to verify, and I carefully read the profile of Modao Village on the wall.

Modao Village is located in the southeast of Guzhang County, bordering luxi county and Jishou City. There are 6 natural villages in the village, namely Modao, Poplar, Tianmen, Ciqiu, Biezhou and Huayan, which are divided into 8 villagers' groups. In addition to the previous six natural villages, Fu Jia Formation and Binjiang Formation were added. There are 265 households in the village, 14 18 people.

According to the data, the cut-off date of these data is 20 13, and the per capita net income of that year is 1850 yuan. There are many poor people in the village, which is a typical settlement of remote and poor ethnic minorities. The branch secretary said that the figures have not changed much. The village chief said that no one had died in the sharpening group for many years.

Remember the names of the party secretary and village head in the countryside, and an old man has been calling to check. His name is Wang Debai, 72 years old. I don't know if I'm sitting right, because there is another 70-year-old man named Liu Tinggui who has been accompanying us for interviews. He took Conan to the home of the old birthday girl.

When the secretary of the township party Committee and the village head were counting, I went for a walk in the village alone. When you come back, say that the statistics are over. There are people over 70 years old in the village 127, including 7 people over 90 years old, 35 people aged 80-90 years old and the rest 70-80 years old.

I asked them to check the name of the old man photographed on the tablet. The village head of the branch secretary was surprised to find that many of them were not counted, and immediately verified the old man in the picture, and finally determined that it was 133. I think this is definitely still an incomplete statistic.

Conan was very happy when he came back, saying that when he went, he took a photo of the son of the old birthday girl helping others repair the roof.

I'm surprised. This son should be quite old.

I asked the village chief that he was really 70 years old and his name was Liu.

I quickly looked at the photos taken by Conan. The picture is shocking, a skinny old man with a full face of laughter. What shocked me was the pair of shoes on his feet, the liberation shoes that were not fastened with countless small ropes, and the ones that were picked up in the garbage can in Changsha, which were much better than this.

That's not all that shocked me. It suddenly occurred to me that there is a pair of shoes at the door of the "boathouse" of the old birthday girl. They are liberation shoes, which are not very clean and rarely damaged. This pair of shoes belongs to 70-year-old Liu Bai's mother. In order to give his mother a pair of good shoes, he would rather wear tattered shoes to help others repair the house.

Are there many such filial sons?

The picture shows the mother and son of the old birthday girl. Other pictures are related to the text.

(To be continued)