Talk about a revolution

Today we were taken to see a farmer. A very poor widow who lived in what in our country would be called a hovel. She brought her two children up singlehandedly after her husband died in his thirties.
The children are successful as a teacher and a shop owner. We got the impression that she could stay with them when she wanted and keeps her house almost as a museum.
I'm a bit uncomfortable about going and gawping at ' poor ' people in their natural habitat as it were, but we think the lady is given some money to show tourists her house and it's almost like a little business for her. She has her coffin ready in the basement, as seems to be the tradition, she has some items from her parents' wedding dowry such as an old bike, and she keeps a few chickens in the yard.
Her wall was covered with posters about Chairman Mao. Many people , especially the elderly, seem still to hero worship him because he stood up for the farmers, which most people were when he was in power.
Extra, a trailing vine over a lovely old dilapidated stone archway at the farmer's house.

Second extra. A woman doing her washing in the still swollen river by our hotel. It has gone down a bit today and you can actually see the outline of the bridge.

I am so grateful for all the interest everyone has shown in our journey so far and for the many stars and even hearts, but the wifi in some places is extremely slow and rather trying. Where we are now I can't see my entry once it's been published. Seeing extras is almost impossible. On the other hand I didn't expect to have wifi at all in rural China so we have done our best, but comments and keeping up with all our blipfriends is very difficult, we have done our best!