Their home is a small wooden table and low bamboo stool under the big banyan tree on the shore. Men and women, young and old, sit together, put snails, chew sour, skewers of cattle... fried a plate of beef pho, steamed a freshly caught river fish, a bowl of open fire white porridge, burning a pot of salted water vegetable heart. The river breeze is slowly, and the sound of the two rivers hitting the shore will rise from the soles of their feet.