From Kunming, it takes about 40 minutes to reach Lijiang.

Obviously, Lijiang is a small tourist city that is quite famous in the country, especially the old town of Lijiang, which has the reputation of "Jiangnan town on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau".

We're not here to travel, though.

When I got out of the airport, the first thing I did was to find a car rented by a local car company and the driver to find both directions, and then immediately rushed to Xiaowanggou non-stop.

Originally, it took more than six hours for the car to drive, and it was all mountain roads, to reach the place. I feel a little sorry for Yan Di, and I don't want her to endure this kind of remote travel and fatigue. It is recommended that she stay in Lijiang, so that she can rest for a day and visit the scenery here by the way.

But Yan Di refused, she must follow me.

Six hours away, and the car we rented was not a high-end car, and six hours in a car without a good suspension system on a rugged and bumpy mountain road almost turned a person's bones apart.

When I waited for the evening, I arrived at my destination...... Get out of the car, our group, unless Lei Xiaohu and I practice kung fu from below, and our bodies can still support it, other people, including the driver who drives, can hardly even straighten their waists. And the little girl was almost tired, and almost rolled off the car from the end.

And Yan Di was held in my arms in the car all the way, and with my human cushion underneath, this saved some of the bumps a little. But it's also not lightly tired.

This is a typical small mountain village away from the city and away from the modern bustle. The surrounding mountains are lush and green. And between the two mountains, there is a small river that is not very fast, and on the water of the river is a bridge made of stones. Walking across the bridge, there was a low picture, and I even saw some people's chimneys still smoking......

It was evening, and the sun was about to set behind the mountains, but I didn't see any lights in the village...... Although there is a telephone pole erected at the entrance of the village, it is the only one in the village.

The phone is no longer usable, and it is clear that it is in a blind spot with no signal. The bridge was so narrow that only bicycles could cross it, so we parked our car on this side of the bridge.

Obviously, this is a relatively closed place. Our arrival immediately aroused the curiosity of a group of children here in the bridge. From the outfits of these children, I could tell that there was still extreme poverty. Some small children. They only wore small belly pockets made of homespun cloth, and the older children wore some gray old clothes that could not distinguish their faces. Most of them wore no shoes, and occasionally one or two slightly older children wore yellow-green sè liberation shoes, which have long been extinct in the city......

After our group walked into the village. It immediately aroused the curiosity of the local villagers about us outsiders, and of course, there was some vigilance and jǐng ti.

I was holding a jar in my arms. Inside is the ashes of Uncle Seven, walking at the back.

The driver stayed at the bridge, and he was going to check the car, and we were carrying enough petrol to drive us out of the mountains to the nearest petrol station when we got back.

After some confirmation, we are sure that this place should be the place where the seventh uncle and the eighth master lived back then!

Luo Ya Zhou and I have been working hard for a long time, and we are still accompanied by the driver who came with us (only the driver can barely understand the dialect of the people here), and we even found one or two people who are said to know Uncle Seven. These people should be about the same age as Uncle Seven. But because of the hard work in the mountains, they looked like they were in their sixties.

I was a little curious about everything in this mountain village, because I was the only one who had heard Uncle Seven tell his story back then.

The village is not large, with a population of just over 200.

We first found the village chief and talked to him. It's dinner time...... To be honest, the poverty here is far beyond my expectations...... This village probably belongs to the poorest of the kind, almost all the people in the village are peasants and mountain people, there is not a single restaurant in the village, there are few outsiders, there is not a single shop here, and the goods needed are said to be bought at a time when the villagers go to a town about fifteen kilometers away.

But to my surprise, there was still a school here...... If only it could be considered a school.

A dilapidated adobe house with four holes in the roof, at least visually, and a blackboard on it that was completely a substitute for the sediment from the bottom of the pot.

To my surprise, there was one of the few lights in the village in this classroom! The textbooks were old, the desks and chairs were broken, and the back was simply replaced with stones.

What surprised me even more was that this primary school was the only one who did not return to the city among the people who went to the countryside with Uncle Seventh and them, but unfortunately, the old gentleman passed away last year, and the tomb was set at the end of the village.

I inquired again about the "Ah Wang" who had a relationship entanglement with Uncle Seventh back then, of course, if she was still alive, she would be fifty years old.

We even found Ngawang's home...... A long time since the collapse of the mud house, only a few walls remained, and most of it has been converted into a cowshed.

After inquiry, I learned that in order to protect the seventh uncle, Ngawang married to Lincun, and after the seventh uncle and his group left here and returned to the city, Ngawang's parents who lived in the village died of illness, and after Ngawang married into Lincun, it is said that there was no news later, and the village in Lincun no longer exists.

Everything is broken, and there is no trace to be found.

Originally, when I came here, I even hoped to find a little trace of the seventh or eighth uncle here...... Unfortunately, decades have passed, and everything is gone. Even the two local villagers who might know the seventh uncle and the eighth master were found, they couldn't even remember the seventh uncle and the eighth master.

I thought for a while, and walked to the end of the village, where there was an old tree on the edge of the small river ditch, and not far away, there was a lonely grave. It was the grave of the old man who had gone to the countryside with Uncle Qi and a group of people who had built the primary school here.

I hesitated a little and gave up on what I had in mind...... Originally, I wanted to find a piece of feng shui treasure here, and then give the seventh uncle a grand funeral...... But now it seems that the conditions here are too poor, and it is not suitable for any scenic burials, let alone any too luxurious and high-end tombs here.

I stood on the edge of the river, smoked a cigarette for a while, and then suddenly opened the urn of ashes that I was holding in my arms......

I just stood on the edge of the river, one by one, and sprinkled the ashes of the seventh uncle down the river. Bai Sè's ashes flew and fell quietly on the river, and soon flowed away......

"Uncle Seven, maybe you have your reasons for choosing this place." I looked at the sky and the mountains, and then looked back at the lonely grave in the distance, I sighed and muttered, "Uncle Seven, I will scatter your ashes here, along this small river, you can stay in this village quietly...... There's also an old friend of yours with you here, so you must know him. ”

I finished scattering the ashes, clapped my hands gently, and looked back at my companions standing behind me. When I sprinkled the ashes just now, all of them stood a few meters behind me, and everyone looked serious, even the little girl, although she looked dazed, she didn't dare to say a word.

"Let's go. Let's go back. "I made a quick decision.

Yan Di didn't say anything, walked up to me and gently grabbed me.

Before we left, I asked everyone to take out all the cash they had carried, the part of the remuneration left for the driver, and all the rest, a total of more than 100,000 yuan, all donated to the primary school in this village.

The name of the donor, I neatly left the three words "Zhang Jianhua".

This is Uncle Seven's real name.

After more than six hours of turbulence, when our group finally returned to Lijiang City, it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night, and we checked into one of the best hotels in Lijiang on Xianggorilla Street, the most prosperous street in Lijiang City...... Luckily, it's not the tourist season, otherwise, we wouldn't even be able to book a room.

Yan Di saw that I was in a very bad mood, and this night was deliberately gentle to me.

When I woke up the next day, I saw that everyone was talking to me cautiously...... After all, I'm the head of everyone, and if I always take advantage of my bad face, I'm afraid everyone will feel very depressed.

Although it had been a night's rest, the previous day had been too bumpy, and everyone had a little fatigue on their faces.

Looking at the women beside me, as well as these brothers who were running all the way with me, I suddenly smiled: "Okay, everyone, our business is done...... Everyone has worked hard these days, today we will walk around the old town of Lijiang, stay here for one more day, and we will go back tomorrow. ”

"Oh!!" Although the adults were very happy, they didn't call out, and only the little girl was alone, and she couldn't help but dance.

What I didn't expect was to stay in Lijiang for an extra day...... This decision has brought about some wonderful changes for me.