Being a director starts with fighting domestic violence

"Uncle Dong, how long will it take to get there?" Gao You walked up to Dong Yinduo and asked him.

We have been walking for more than an hour, climbing over two hills, passing through two dense forests and three rivers.

This mountain road, which was built entirely by people walking, is only half a meter wide, bumpy and winding. There are many places where there are cliffs next to them. If you are not careful, you can fall down. It is really thrilling.

"We're almost there. We're already halfway there." Dong Yinduo kept fooling them with this sentence.

Most of the students were exhausted and could not walk anymore.

But Dong Yinduo said that if they didn’t arrive before dark, they would have to live in the woods, which was unsafe.

Everyone could only walk on numbly.

Many students, fearing that the food would be bad in the mountains, bought a lot of food in the town and put it in their luggage, but now they regret it very much.

In the middle, Dong Yinduo saw that everyone could not walk anymore, so he stopped and let everyone rest, eat something and drink some water.

But after resting, when I set out again, my feet felt even heavier, as if they were filled with lead.

The original idea of ​​earning a free trip was completely forgotten.

Living in the mountains is really not easy.

They walked until evening before arriving at Dongjia Village.

"Uncle Changfu!" Dong Yinduo brought Gao You and the others into the village.

On the way, Dong Yinduo introduced that there are currently more than 30 households living in the village, with a total of more than 100 people.

Dong Changfu is the village party secretary and village chief.

There are no village chiefs in many places now, but some places still retain it, such as Dongjia Village.

No matter how things change from above, they only recognize the people elected by their own village.

Dong Changfu is much older than Dong Yinduo, thinner and darker. Most of his teeth have fallen out a long time ago, leaving only a few black teeth.

He enthusiastically and excitedly led Gao You and the others to the two empty houses.

Dong Changfu cleared two houses in the village, with women and men living in each room separately.

He also asked his daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law to make fire and cook for everyone.

"Hello, auntie, hello, sister." Gao You greeted them while serving them the food.

The two just smiled shyly and didn't respond.

The two men are in their forties and twenties respectively. They look a bit similar, both are dark, thin, old and hunchbacked, with rough hands covered with calluses.

After wolfing down their dinner, they washed their faces and feet casually, then collapsed on the bed, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep.

However, as the team leader, Teacher Mo still reminded the students, especially the female students, to be more alert at night and not to sleep too deeply.

Teacher Mo always felt that one had to be a little vigilant in a village deep in the mountains and forests.

Gao You and Teacher Mo slept closest to the door.

The night passed and nothing happened except that it was extremely quiet.

"Before I came here, I was fantasizing about the plot of "Night Talk", but I didn't expect to fall asleep as soon as I touched the pillow." Yan Hui chatted with Gao You while brushing her teeth.

She had just finished filming "Night Talk" and her mind was full of the bizarre murder case in the village deep in the mountains.

I filmed for several months in a small village in the south and heard many strange stories told by the locals.

The twins, on the other hand, were collecting materials with both fear and excitement.

Although Yan Hui also likes horror themes, she is still a little terrified by stories about ghosts and the supernatural.

"Maybe humans are scarier than ghosts." Gao You rinsed his mouth and washed his face.

It's October now and the temperature in the mountains is colder than outside.

A splash of cold water makes you feel refreshed.

In order to stay alert at night, she never slept too deeply and would wake up every once in a while.

Early in the morning, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who helped them cook yesterday came over to light the fire and prepare to cook.

Teacher Mo clapped his hands to wake up the students who were still half asleep.

"We are not here to enjoy ourselves this time. Let's get moving and help make breakfast."

The students yawned and went over to help cook, wash pots and dishes, and move tables.

There is strength in numbers, and breakfast is ready quickly.

Although it was just simple porridge with pickles and local steamed buns, everyone still ate it voraciously.

After eating, they washed the pots and bowls together and cleaned up the kitchen.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law also went back.

Teacher Mo first held a small meeting for these students.

Ask them to pay attention to their words and actions, not to disturb the daily lives of their fellow villagers, and to be polite and courteous.

Then they were disbanded and left to do their own thing.

Someone had made plans before, and someone went to Dong Changfu to find out about the situation in the village.

Some people were very interested in the children in the village and took candies to chat with them.

Some people were very interested in the village's topography and took their friends to the hillside to observe.

Some people also went to interview an old woman who was weaving cloth at the door of a house.

Gao You and Yan Hui were strolling in the village.

Dongjia Village is surrounded by mountains on all sides and there is only one way out.

There are more than thirty households in the village, which is considered a very small village. These households are scattered in the valley. Most of them are mud brick houses, and the roofs don’t even have tiles, and most of them are thatched.

The village was very quiet, except for the occasional barking of dogs and crowing of chickens. The human voices were basically concentrated under a large banyan tree at the entrance of the village.

There were seven or eight skinny old men sitting here, smoking their pipes and chatting idly.

Several students listened to Dong Yinduo translating for them.

It should be talking about the origin of the village.

It seems that Dongjia Village is a poor but peaceful and quiet village.

Gao You and Yan Hui took a walk, returned to the house they were staying in, and drank a sip of boiled water.

The two looked at each other and both realized that something was wrong.

There are almost no women in the village.

Some of them are elderly grandmas.

According to local planting habits, it is almost time to plant winter wheat.

But there were few people working in the fields, although the land had been plowed.

Yan Hui also discovered that when she entered a house, she found that there were only men but no women.

But the house is kept very clean inside and outside.

According to current customs, most of the housework still falls on women.

This is a bit counterintuitive.

Gao You and Yan Hui went to ask Dong Yinduo why there were so few women in the village?

Dong Yinduo said with a bitter face: "We are poor! People from outside are unwilling to marry into the village. Don't you hope that everyone can promote us?"

"Since you are so poor, why don't you go out to work?" asked a male classmate.

His family also came from a poor place.

After the opening up, the villagers either went out to work or tried to start small businesses, and their lives gradually got better.

His family ran a small business and made some money, which allowed them to support him to go to school in Beijing.

“They can only speak the local dialect of the village. When they go out, they can’t understand what people say. They are illiterate and become blind and deaf when they go out.

After being cheated several times, some people were deceived into working in the mines and lost their lives. Gradually, people were afraid to go out and would rather guard their small plots of land. "Dong Yinduo was able to handle the situation well, and he did not forget to complain about his poverty.