Wuyuan | Go for an autumn walk in Huangling

I got up early on the first day and went to the high-speed rail station after five o'clock. I bumped on the bus and subway all the way, and my head was shaking. It was already noon when we arrived at Wuyuan County, and we took the shuttle bus from Wuyuan Station to Huangling. The destination of most people going to Wuyuan is Huangling, so there are quite a lot of buses.

On the way, we passed Jiangwan, and because of the bridge construction, we got off the bus and walked for a while. My stomach was empty, and the sun made my mouth dry. It was already past one o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at our destination. We went straight to the restaurant recommended by the local aunt [Teacher Cao Restaurant] to fill our stomachs.

Poached red carp and stir-fried pork with pickled vegetables are local specialties. The river fish here is tender and tastes good. This stir-fried pork with pickles and vegetables does not look very appetizing, but it is still acceptable in the mouth.

We came to the B&B to sleep for an hour, avoid the sunny afternoon, and went out for a walk in the village.

As far as the eye can see, there are vast fields and rolling mountains. The light shines on the land through the gaps in the trees, and there are a few people working in the field. They bend their backs to the sun. The temperature is just right, neither cold nor hot, and everything looks particularly beautiful.

We walked on the ridge to find the creek the store told us about, stumbling along the way. After a while, we were stopped by a single-plank bridge. It was said to be a single-plank bridge, but it was actually a weak-looking wooden plank lying in the middle of the waterway. I was afraid that it would not be able to withstand our weight, so we found another way.

There are almost no tourists in the village. Many houses have signs of B&Bs but are actually not open for business. They are all small courtyards of local villagers. Most of the young people are probably working outside. The most common scene in the village is the elderly with their children. The owner of the inn where we stayed was quite young, maybe he returned to his hometown to start a business.

In the evening, the weather became chilly. In addition to the street lights in the village, the lights of the canteens and restaurants were still bright. The other old houses gave off a faint light, and the whole village was quiet.

Although Wuyuan is located in Shangrao, Jiangxi, this place was under the jurisdiction of Anhui in ancient times, so the architectural style is also Hui style, with black and white bricks built along the mountains in a well-proportioned manner.

On the way home, I saw an orange tree. The fruit was quite big. I looked around for no one, so I picked one secretly and ran away. I thought it would be very sour, but although it wasn't too sweet, it was still edible.

I saw this Q&A online:

“Is Wuyuan commercialized?”

“Commercial, but worth it.”

We thought that the quiet and sparsely populated scene in the village would continue to the other side of the mountain, so we didn’t get up early to take the ropeway to Huangling Scenic Area. We went to the aunt’s breakfast shop downstairs to have a bowl of wontons, and walked slowly towards the ropeway.

When we walked to the ropeway boarding point, we were dumbfounded when we saw the colorful flags and big red hats of the Sunset Red Tour Group. They were one kilometer apart, like two different worlds.

The ropeway does not go up the mountain, but over the mountain and takes tourists to another mountain.

The most attractive place is naturally the autumn weather. Houses of different heights stand close to the mountains. In front of each house are baskets and seasonal fruits, such as pumpkins, peppers, persimmons and corn, which are highly saturated. Put together and paired with the curling smoke, it is simply a true portrayal of the fireworks in the world.

It sounds pretty good, but the closer the grain gets, the more it turns out that it's all foam.

These things are placed here all year round, just for people to watch. Except for a hotel and a shop, the other houses are hollow, no one lives in them, and nothing is displayed. It is reasonable to suspect that these cooking smokes are specially ordered for tourists to create an atmosphere.

I used to wonder why the Internet said that there are autumn sunbathing in every season, so that’s it…

Of course, it does look good, but I am not very interested in this kind of "natural landscape" that is not naturally formed. I even think terraced fields and fruit-laden persimmon trees are more interesting.

The online pictures I saw on Xiaohongshu were definitely posted after adding multiple filters and adjusting the brightness like crazy.

(The old man in Huangling Village is burning leaves)

After filling our stomachs with a meal of Dicos, we went down the mountain and took the high-speed train to Jingdezhen. This is where Fat Cat’s Wuyuan chapter ends.

This time I didn’t follow the usual “write it at the end”. There is a lot to say about Jiangxi, so I will write this part separately. See you next time~