Get off from the river street not far away, walk along the path to the river street, in front of you is a stone pier bridge, this stone pier bridge is some years old, the bridge surface is pasted with some cement, but it seems that it has not been renovated in recent years, and some cement blocks have fallen off.

If you look sideways, you can see that the two piers are covered with moss, and the river water has soaked the imprints, and you can see where the waterline is all year round.

In autumn, there is so little water in the river that even larger boats can run aground.

The houses built next to the river street were very old, and many of them were half overhung by the river, with long stakes propped up underneath them to keep the half of the house from falling into the water.

But some of the stakes under the houses may have been broken for so long that the houses that should have been held by them have collapsed, leaving only the ordinary ones on land to remain in place.

There are several such collapsed houses, and the others that have not collapsed are not much better, and they also look crumbling, and people are worried that they will fall into the river at any time.

However, there are also a few houses, the wooden stakes supported below are brand new, and it looks like they have not been replaced for a long time, and the houses above also look well kept, and there is no smell of decay.

What made Zhuang Yan a little disappointed was that looking around from the bridge, there was no one on both sides of the river street, and at first glance he thought it was an empty city.

After a few more steps, he looked for a house with relatively new wooden piles, because it stands to reason that there is a higher probability of inhabitants in this kind of house.

Zhuang Yan They first found a three-story building, the door was closed, but there was no lock, Zhuang Yan knocked on the door, and then there was the sound of someone going down the stairs inside.

This man's steps are very slow, about a second or more to walk a step, and by the time he completely goes downstairs, more than a minute has passed.

"Squeak-"

The door opened, and it was an old man with very thin hair, the old man was not tall, and he was a little hunchbacked, and after opening the door, he struggled to raise his head to see Zhuang Yan's face.

The old man was a little surprised: "Which one are you?"

The opening is a thick Xiangxi accent, Yao Qian is a little incomprehensible, Zhuang Yan is okay, first, because the Hunan dialect and Sichuan dialect in the previous life are more famous, and many people are not unfamiliar. The second is that he has been in his dream for so long, and he is used to hearing Xiangxi dialect.

Zhuang Yan tried his best to be friendly, and said with a smile: "Old uncle, we are from Jinling. ”

"What are you doing?" asked the old man.

"Come for the tourist. Zhuang Yan replied.

The old man looked Zhuang Yan and the two of them up and down, and suddenly smiled, "Cha Dong is such a small place, there is nothing to play, what are you going to do." ”

Zhuang Yan also smiled: "Where are we going to play, we came from Zhangjiajie, just passing by here and seeing that there is a white pagoda there, just come in and see, are you old at home alone?"

Although the old man was old, but his ears were not back, and he spoke clearly, he opened the door completely, and said: "You baby, look, I am just a bunch of people at home, you come to the tea mountain to play, there is nothing to play, it is better to go to the old man's house to drink tea." ”

The people of Chadong were enthusiastic, and Zhuang Yan did not shirk, and followed the old man inside.

Yao Qian followed behind, and some were out of the situation, and he couldn't understand what the old man said, but according to what Zhuang Yan said, he could probably guess what the old man said.

Looking at Zhuang Yan's back, Yao Qian felt very puzzled, he didn't know if Zhuang Yan was a native of Jinling, but even if he didn't listen to his accent, it was not far from Jinling, like Ma'anshan or Chuzhou Wuhu. In any case, Zhuang Yan should not be from Hunan or Sichuan.

But seeing Zhuang Yan's unhindered communication with the old man, it can be seen that Zhuang Yan knows the local dialect very well.

The downstairs was inhabited, and the old man led Zhuang Yan and the two of them to the top of the stairs.

Zhuang Yan looked at the staircase, and was still a little worried in his heart, no matter how tough the old man's body was, after all, he was not young. With such a steep staircase, there is no protection, and if one accidentally falls from it, the consequences are unimaginable.

"Old uncle, why don't you live downstairs, it's not convenient to live upstairs. Upstairs, Zhuang Yan asked.

The old man took the teapot and poured water for them, and Zhuang Yan and Yao Qian hurriedly went to pick up the cups.

The old man smiled and said, "What is there to live downstairs, the rising water will be flooded in the spring." ”

"What about your son and grandson?" Zhuang Yan asked again.

They sat on the balcony, and the old man knocked on the railing, pointed to the direction where Zhuang Yan had just come and said, "The son and daughter-in-law go out to work, and the grandson goes out to school, and they only come back once a week, and they all go to the small bungalow over there." ”

Zhuang Yan looked at the small bungalow over there and asked, "Then uncle, why don't you live in the small bungalow over there?"

The old man smiled and said, "This stilted building is used to living and can't be separated." ”

Zhuang Yan nodded: "Well, the stilted buildings here look very good, very good, I heard that the state has a policy, these buildings can't be demolished? ”

The old man shook his head and said: "What's good about this stilted building, that is, an old man like me is willing to live for a while, young people have conditions, of course they have to live better, and the society is progressing." Those fallen buildings also have no way, the state only said not to let the demolition, but did not give money to let people repair, the owner does not want to live, of course will not repair, year after year, it is normal to fall. Don't look at my house so good, in less than two years my son will have to find someone to look through it. ”

Zhuang Yan originally thought that the old man would praise the national policy and protect the stilted building, but he didn't expect to hear such "advanced" remarks.

However, the old man is right, the state only said that it would not be demolished, but it did not pay to help repair it, so it was naturally difficult to protect it.

And China's current national conditions are like this, although the people are rich, and the country is rich, but there are too many traditional cultures that need to be protected, and the country can't take care of them.

For example, the Yuanmingyuan, a relatively large ancient building complex, is spent tens of millions of dollars every year just for protection and renovation, not to mention that there are too many such things in China now.

Take a walk on the streets of Yanjing and Jinling, and you can see this kind of house that is often one or two hundred years old.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Yan felt funny again, in the previous life, because of the war, these buildings were destroyed too much, and in the end, people couldn't protect them even if they wanted to.

And in this life, because there are too many such buildings, various social problems have been caused.

For example, here in Chadong, if it weren't for the state not to allow it to be demolished, those small bungalows could be built in the river street, and everyone would be together and lively.