This is also the most concentrated and best-preserved ancient Miao village in the deep mountains of the Long Skirt Miao branch.
This magnificent ancient Miao village is simple, rustic, and rich in cultural heritage.
"This place is very special!"
“Brother Chen, when I came here with the Holy Maiden before, she mentioned that this Jinyang Ancient Village was where the first ancestor of the Long Skirt Miao branch led the Miao people from that location in front—”
Ayin stepped forward, pointed to the right front and said to Achen, "Start from that position and build along the mountain!"
"This village is very large and is considered one of the most original Miao villages. It has more than 500 households and a Miao population of over 2,000."
Ah Chen looked around and said, "Listen to the sound of the water, it's so loud."
Is that a canyon over there?
Ayin and the others looked in the direction Achen was pointing.
"To the southeast, there is a canyon, and next to it is a waterfall that is about twenty or thirty feet high! The river connects directly to the Future Starry Sky Fruit Forest."
Tang Abao also said, "Achen, don't be fooled by how far this place is from the Future Starry Sky Orchard. Actually, the straight-line distance between Jinyang Ancient Village and the orchard is only five or six kilometers."
"So close?"
"Yes, Brother Chen! At the steepest cliff on the east side of the ancient village, there are stone steps carved out in the early years, about seventy or eighty zhang high. Climb up and walk three or four kilometers to reach the orchard."
Ah Chen nodded.
I thought that if this place were developed, regardless of how much money would be invested, it would probably attract countless people to come and play.
This place-
So beautiful!
Today, the atmosphere in Jinyang Ancient Village is very festive.
Because in the area west of the ancient village, everyone is busy preparing for the marriage of Ah Xiong, one of the eight jackals.
As soon as Ah Chen and his group of thirty-seven or thirty-eight people approached the ancient Miao village, they were stopped by a group of young Miao men.
Xiao Miaolang was under sixteen, so he did not have a Miao knife.
But he had an iron rod in his hand.
The group of twenty-odd people formed a tiered formation, ready to confront Mu Achen and his companions.
"Show your name and let me in! No name, no entry."
The young Miao boy who spoke was about eleven or twelve years old.
His dark, bright eyes scanned the area before settling on Mu Achen.
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