I was up on top of the ridge over looking the village of DaCiYao and I saw these guys below me in their courtyard. They noticed me and soon the entire family was out looking at the strange foreigner on the hill. Taking advantage of my notoriety I walked down the gully and chatted with them. A family of 8 live here. Three children, these two brothers, their sister, her husband and their child and the mother and father. They were eating breakfast of porridge while their mother watered the garden. They were coal miners on their day off. The youngest walked me back down the hill to my car.