Village Chief Lin took me down the path leading to the pleasant manor.

The sunset reflects the western sky, and the fields are full of life. A huge purple cloud, like a giant maple leaf painting, hangs in the pure sky. A fresh breeze swept through the field, swaying countless plush leaves, turning into an endless green wave. A stone mill is abandoned on the side of the path, and its mottled color indicates that it has withstood the wind and rain of time, and the sun and night dew; A wooden trailer with rusty wheels slumped next to the stone mill, silent, as if reminiscing about the squeaky melodious past.

"I informed the owner of Huang Zhuang yesterday that there are big reporters from the island city to experience life." Village Chief Lin said to me.

"Thank you, I will trouble you a lot in the future." I said to the village chief.

He turned around, smiled innocently, and said, "It's okay, Lingshan people are affectionate." ”

Another breeze blew, and the smell of the dragon and tiger feast wafted from the village chief's body, which made my stomach cramp terribly. I slowed down and tried to get away from him. However, he was completely unaware of my thoughts, and he slowed down and waited for me. I didn't know what to say, so I walked unhurriedly on the country road of Lingshan with him.

"Lingshan has no mountain, why is it called a mountain?" I suddenly became curious about the name Lingshan.

The village chief smiled at me and said, "Many people come to the village and ask me about it. As he walked forward, he told me about the origin of Lingshan: more than 1,000 years ago, a branch of the ancestors surnamed Lin crossed the ocean from Fujian Province to this place. At that time, it was a hilly area with a humid climate. The ancestors surnamed Lin chose a slightly higher place to settle down, reclaimed land, planted rice and sweet potatoes, and multiplied. Because it is surnamed Lin, and the landform of this place is like a mountain, and the forest is dense, the ancestors called it Lin Mountain. Later, the descendants of the surname Lin felt far away from their homeland and had no support, and only the ancestral gods were their backers, so they called Lin Mountain as the spiritual mountain.

"Why do you eat snakes and cats? You don't know they're wild-protected..."

Before I could finish speaking, the village chief waved his hand and interrupted me, saying, "This is a habit left by the ancestors, and it cannot be changed. At that time, poisonous snakes and wild cats were rampant here, which was very harmful to human and animal crops, and the ancestors preyed on them. Over time, this custom has been passed down. Over the years, although the government has issued a ban and has come to the village to arrest people several times, the emperor is far away, and he still can't control it. ”

I think the village chief is telling the truth, it is difficult to eradicate a bad habit, let alone a thousand-year-old folk custom.

Before I knew it, the sunset had disappeared into the bamboo forest at the edge of the village, and the field had turned from purple to silver-gray. The twilight is vast and everything becomes blurred. In front of us was a babbling canal with a wooden bridge over a mix of brick and wood. At the other end of the bridge is a log gate with two rows of white-painted fences. Several flat-roofed houses made of stone and covered with green vines are arranged in a square, forming a common farmhouse courtyard in the island countryside. There is an empty green brick field in the small courtyard, and a tall loquat tree with lush branches stands in the middle of the courtyard.

Village Chief Lin pointed to the courtyard and said to me, "Yirenzhuang has arrived. ”

My first feeling: small bridges and flowing water, simple and simple, farmhouse scenery, is the place I am looking for.

Before entering the courtyard, Village Chief Lin shouted: "Visitor, visitor!" ”

A golden puppy rushed from the fence and startled us. The puppy stopped a few meters away and barked at us. The little dog had short legs, long legs, strong muscles, a high head, and an alert look. I recognized it as a gentle Labrador retriever, known for its loyalty and bravery, but in fact, it was not aggressive towards people.

"Ni-Ni!" With a shout, an old man fifty miles away walked out of the garden. He was lean, with a dirty chef's hat on his head and a small Yangtze River radio that we were accustomed to in the last century hanging from his neck. When he saw us, he enthusiastically exclaimed, "The village chief is here!" ”

The village chief told me that he was the second uncle, the chef in the village.

I smiled at the second uncle and said, "Second uncle is good." ”

The village chief said to the second uncle: "You control Nini, it doesn't know me anymore!" ”

The second uncle barked at the dog that was still barking at us, "Nini, he's the village chief, don't you know him?" ”

The puppy called Nini immediately stopped barking, but was still staring at us alertly. Village Chief Lin said to it full of grievances: "Nini, we are old friends, why don't you recognize me?" ”

Nini walked over with relief and restraint, wagged her tail, sniffed and sniffed at the feet of me and Village Chief Lin, and then, wagging her tail, walked back to the fence with ease.

"Second uncle, where is the owner of Huang Zhuang?" The village chief asked.

The second uncle smiled at us, pointed to a stone flat-roofed house, and said, "Tea is waiting for you." ”

Village Chief Lin and I walked into Yiren Manor.

"Welcome!" A middle-aged man walked out of the flat-roofed house, his steps high and low, his face with a subtle smile on his face, greeting us.

The village chief introduced to me, "He is the owner of Huang Zhuang." Then, he introduced me to the owner of Huang Zhuang, "This is a reporter from the island city." ”

Huang Zhuang is of medium height, with dark skin, a simple face, and obviously a little inflexible legs and feet. He wears a black casual crewneck shirt on top, a pair of loose denim shorts underneath, and a pair of flip-flops on his feet. I stretched out my hand to him and said, "Master Huang, I'm sorry for you." Huang Zhuang's face was a little ruddy, a trace of alertness flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to shake my hand with some hesitation, and smiled faintly, "Talking about reporters - come for an interview?" "He seemed to be asking the village chief, as if he was asking me, and more like he was asking himself.

I said, "It's not an interview, it's just an interview." ”

In the twilight, I stood in the courtyard and looked around, only to realize that Yirenzhuang was not small - except for the small courtyard of the farmhouse in front of me, two stone paths more than one meter wide in the east and west stretched forward around a huge pond. At the end of the trail, there is a forest, and a row of gray houses can be seen faintly in the shadows of the trees. In the pond, the little lotus shows its sharp corners; By the pond, there are a few bamboo houses. The whole manor seemed solemn and silent.

The village chief said to Huang Zhuang: "I wanted to arrange it in the village, but it is inconvenient for the villagers to live. The conditions on your side are better, so you can take care of it. ”

The owner of Huang Zhuang nodded and said, "It's just that this place is remote and simple, and I'm afraid that reporters won't be used to it." ”

I said, "It's okay, it's good here." ”

The village chief looked at me, then at the owner of Huang Zhuang, and said with a smile: "That's okay." How long you want to stay is discussed with the owner of Huang Zhuang. ”

The owner of Huang Zhuang nodded and said to us, "Let's go into the house and have some tea." ”

"I won't drink the tea, I'll leave it to you to talk to the reporter, and the brothers are still waiting for me over there." The village chief said.

I know he's still thinking about the dragon and tiger feast.

"Don't worry." Huang Zhuang said to the village chief with a smile.

The village chief threw away his arm and strode back to the village.

Yirenzhuang, this is a country style that I am familiar with but unfamiliar with.

I just walked in casually and stayed.

I stood in the silence of the manor in the twilight, and for a moment I felt like I was in a trance, and I didn't know what was going to happen in my life, and I didn't know if I would really be able to forget or gain anything here. I'm even a little curious about where the hell am I coming from? Why am I here? What's wrong with me?