The sun is shining, and there is nothing to say all the way.

As you travel westward, the scenery gradually begins to change. The mountains began to rise and fall, the humidity in the air was very high, and everywhere you could see, it was green and full of life.

A poet once described the scenery of Xiangxi like this - "the rising sun is difficult to cover thousands of miles of mountains, and one danger is a heavy pass", which shows the ruggedness of the road and the vastness of the mountain.

When I entered the county seat of Guxian, the time had come to six o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was getting dark.

I asked Wang Hao how far he was, and Wang Hao said that the distance from the county seat to the ancestral house of the Wang family was not far, but the ancestral house was in the mountains, and the road was quite difficult to walk, so even if it was optimistic, it would take at least more than two hours.

I looked at the time and felt that I couldn't stop and rest now, because if I delayed, I probably wouldn't be able to reach my destination today. So I discussed with everyone, didn't stop, and walked directly to the ancestral house of the Wang family.

It was getting darker and darker, and shortly after leaving the county, we began to enter the mountains and climb upwards. The road into the mountain does not seem to have been well developed, it is narrow and steep, and gravel abounds on the road.

The Wrangler, who specializes in rough roads, has a shock-absorbing suspension system, but the mountain roads are too steep, and the car is very bumpy, and it staggers as it moves forward, like a boat that undulates on the sea.

At first, I could vaguely discern the direction, but after an hour, when the night spread, I was completely confused, and I couldn't tell where I was when I saw the dark mountains and the dense woods and grasses all around.

The front headlights of the car emitted two pillars of light, tearing the darkness apart and moving forward with difficulty, making people feel a sense of isolation and loneliness in their lives.

Wang Hao's road is very familiar, he doesn't talk much when driving, he concentrates, and we don't dare to disturb him, understanding the danger of driving on mountain roads at night.

The rain, all of a sudden, began to fall, and it became heavier and heavier, and it hit the car like a drum. In less than ten minutes, it looked like a waterfall, and the front was hazy, and visibility became extremely low.

The tension in my heart suddenly arises, walking the mountain road is most afraid of heavy rain, I was already trembling, and then the rain blocked the vision, which is equivalent to being trapped, and I am in a dilemma.

I asked Wang Hao if we should stop for a while and wait for the rain to light up before starting.

Wang Hao shook his head and said that there are high mountains all around here, and such heavy rain is likely to cause mudslides or landslides, and it is more dangerous for us to stop.

He slowed down, almost like a snail, moving forward little by little.

No one spoke anymore, and both the amorous and fat man began to get nervous, and the eight eyes stared at the pouring rain outside the front windshield, and the atmosphere became solemn, and the only sound in his ears was the crackling of raindrops on the roof and windows.

Fortunately, half an hour later, the heavy rain finally weakened, and a hazy village appeared in front of me, faintly revealing lights like sparks and chrysanthemum beans.

The village is so high that it looks like it's built on a hill, and cars can't go up it.

Wang Hao let out a sigh of relief and said Thank God, we have finally arrived.

He told us that the village in front of us is called "Saipan", and there are about 200 people living in it with a mixture of Miao, Yao, and Tujia.

"Saipan" is a Miao dialect, which translated into Chinese probably means guardian and lift, and some people say that it is the name of the legendary sacred bird. Teenage Classmates Network

I am a little strange, the information says that Minister Wang is of Han nationality, why would he buy such a remote house in an ethnic minority village?

Wang Hao said that it was not what I thought, and it is said that this ancestral house was built long before Saipan Village, and it is not in the village, but on the top of the hill above the village.

He pointed to the location of the hill and said that the ancestral house was there, and it would take nearly an hour to climb from here.

Wang Hao looked at the rain outside the car window, looked at the time again, and said that it was already more than nine o'clock, the time was too late, the rain was urgent, we would definitely not be able to get to the ancestral house tonight, it was better to find a family to live in first, and talk about it early tomorrow morning.

I was worried that Luo Bin's condition would deteriorate, but at the moment of heavy rain, I had no choice but to do so.

We waited in the car for another ten minutes, and when we saw that the rain still didn't stop, we braved the heavy rain to get out of the car.

Wang Hao had an umbrella in his car, and several people pushed him, but in the end, he simply didn't fight anyone, and followed Wang Hao to the nearest mountain people's house in the rain.

It was pitch black between the heavens and the earth, and the raindrops the size of beans fell, hitting the body and causing pain. The rain in the mountains was strange, there was no wind or lightning, it just poured down like a downpour, and we were drenched in a few steps.

We followed Wang Hao to the nearest mountain house with a lamp. I found the villages here to be a bit strange, as they seemed to be quite loosely distributed, with each house separated by a long distance.

Running into the yard, in the torrential rain, I vaguely saw a strange wooden house built against the mountain, which seemed to be a stilted building.

The stilted building is a unique dwelling of ethnic minorities such as Miao, Yao, Tujia, etc., which is generally built of wood, and the first floor connecting the ground below is suspended and inhabited, just like an ordinary wooden house with several long legs.

I've seen it on TV before, but this is the first time I've seen a stilted building with my own eyes. To be honest, a little disappointed.

This stilted building is a two-storey, eight-legged and four-room layout, built in a rough style, and there is no antique atmosphere at all. Especially under the raging rainstorm, it is even more bleak.

The ground in the yard was dirty, and the mud was soaked by the rain, and it quickly turned into a muddy pond. The suspended ground floor of the stilted building is fenced off with a wooden fence, and I don't know if it is a sheep or a pig inside.

With the help of the night vision provided by the earth's eyes, I saw that the wood used in the stilted building was brown and dark, trembling, and seemed to be about to collapse at any moment.

Its wooden roof was covered with thick thatch, and several rooms on the second floor were dark, except for a small oil lamp in the middle of the room, which flickered in the dim light of the night.

Under the flickering lights, a man with a turban on his head, obviously dressed in ethnic minority costumes, was leaning against the railing and smoking a dry cigarette. He looked to be forty or fifty years old, and there was a woman sitting next to him, slightly younger.

The curved fence is a unique S-shaped guardrail with chairs in the stilted building, which is called "Gaxi" in the Miao dialect, and the Miao family usually sits on it to rest, embroider or bask in the sun, which is similar to the function of the balcony of our Han people, which is what the master told me.

The two of them looked at the heavy rain in the courtyard outside the house, and their faces were furrowed, as if they were troubled.

Seeing us running into the courtyard, the man and the woman were a little surprised, the man stood up and shouted something, it should be Miao dialect, I don't understand.

"Dana, Aya, I'm Wang Hao, let's take shelter from the rain......"

Wang Hao was obviously very familiar with this mountain people, and while shouting, he led us to climb the stilted building with a familiar car.