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August 1, 2024
Once again, in the rain, we made various sharp turns and circled up the mountain. When we all thought that we were going the wrong way and there would be no village in this place, we found densely packed wooden houses of various sizes in the mountain nests. After many twists and turns, we finally arrived. In the Dong Village, the landlady made four dishes and one soup. The boss and his family ate at the same time at the next table. The boss poured us home-brewed rice wine, which was sweet and refreshing. Here, we learned what China is on the tip of our tongue. The rice is grown in our own rice fields. The bacon is grown in the family, but the pigs are slaughtered during the Spring Festival and smoked with specific wood. The fish is raised in the family’s rice fields and fished out from the terraces on the mountain in the morning... The smell instantly brought me back home. The boss slowly Tao Lai tells the story of rice field fish. He goes to the rice fields every day to check to ensure that the water level in the rice fields is enough for the fish to grow. It takes an hour or two to drain out some of the water every time he fishes. After fishing out, he replenishes the water. Every time It takes about four hours to catch fish. This village of more than 300 households has a history of hundreds of years and does not have much commercial implantation. It still maintains the taste of it hundreds of years ago!
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