I decided to go there directly by renting a car.In this remote small county town, taxis did not get much business, so all taxi drivers were very warm to guests.However, on hearing that the destination was Shihao Village, they turned a back to me.At my repeated questions, someone said impatiently: "there is no road, only a small path in very bad condition, and it hurts the car badly." The next morning, I finally got a taxi willing to take me to Shihao Village at a price two times higher than the normal pay.The driver had a solemn look when taking my advance payment.Just at that time, it began to rain.The path was really in very poor condition.The car was often trapped in pits, and I had to get down to push the car after a distance not quite long.The rainwater and red slurry covered my clothes, making it as heavy as armour.The tree branches along the path first scraped over the car, then beat on me heavily.The driver asked me several times: "Shall we go on?" When he asked this question again, I hesitated.The car was trapped again.When I said firmly "go on" after a short silence, the driver also made his decision firmly: "I can never go further any more."
When he told me this decision, he had the same solemn look as that when he accepted my advance payment.The driver led me into a nearby village, and found a villager familiar with the local traffic.He asked the villager to carry me to Shihao Village with his motorcycle...
The rain continued and the river water kept on rising.
Shihao Village was close to a wide and torrent river, the low cottages of about 100 households were scattered in the wood by the river, and they were built with some grass and wood special in the local area.
