Spring Thunder Chapter 0212 Crazy Passion
The next day.
"The Kao Competition kicked off with great enthusiasm, and Guo Fengyi created another legend..."
"The first-class flowers were sold for 50,000 yuan on the spot. Can Kao eventually break this record?"
"Nearly a thousand people signed up on the first day, and thousands more on the second day. On both days, the streets of Spring City were almost packed."
It is said that the business atmosphere in the north is not strong, and that the spring breeze of reform changed its course at Shanhaiguan. But who would have known that the Ice City pioneered the renovation of old cities, and the Spring City was brave enough to explore the romantic economy.
Chuncheng, a city with a strong business atmosphere, has become popular again because of the Kao Competition.
After the first day of testing and the second day of preparation, he went completely crazy on the third day.
The modesty dress that was thrown up last night was only slightly translucent after being caressed by the sun all night. Some people were huddled at the door of the department store to take a seat, and after the door opened, the number of people doubled in an instant.
The registration fee of five yuan is a lot for ordinary people, but in the eyes of these speculators, it is nothing at all. Especially for some of them, the money they are taking is not their own.
In the early 1980s, Chuncheng was also experiencing the "Special Zone Effect". When the news of the establishment of a special zone in a small fishing village in the south came flooding in, they also talked about it and speculated about what the special zone would be like, but they had no idea what it specifically was.
In fact, no one can fully understand or explain what the special zone is. It is just like throwing four stones from the top of Mount Everest to the northern slope, and no one knows whether they will fall into the Maquan River.
They are too far away from the south to see or touch it, and can only guess based on bits and pieces of information in newspapers. In the past three to five years, they have also experienced knowledge anxiety and are in urgent need of using knowledge to change their fate.
They are also experiencing the stratification of wealth. The ordinary poor neighbors and street urchins around them may become enviable millionaires with a net worth of 10,000 yuan, or a real millionaire with no money, if they catch an opportunity.
The young and prosperous people by the Qinghe Lake tried to sum up their generation in two words. Some said confused, some said impulsive, some said impetuous, but most of them summed it up with the same place name.
Under the impetuous thoughts, whether it is Wenchangwei or the butterflies in Chuncheng, they can also stir up strong winds and huge waves.
With the help of multiple favorable factors, the Clivia index has been rising steadily. Vines extend from the main trunk, twisting like snakes, knocking on the windows of the leeks, disturbing the leeks from their spring sleep, and whispering in their ears: "Money is falling from the sky, hurry up and pick it up."
During the craze, people firmly believed that Clivia would always be respected and its price would only rise and not fall.
In the past, there were no rules for the sale of Clivia, and the valuation was entirely based on one's own eyesight. But the emergence of the Kao Competition broke the previous disorder, as if a great hero stood up and told you that this pot is good and that pot is bad.
This rule of the game was quickly accepted by people, which is in the interests of speculators and farmers.
The presence of Guo Fengyi in charge represents authority in itself, and coupled with this novel and effective rule, it is really like a scholar preparing for an imperial examination knocking on a widow's door at night.
This is an opportunity for everyone who is busy with Clivia. By spending five dollars, they can make their flowers appreciate in value a hundred times. Why not do it?
Therefore, the grades A, B, and C in the competition became the direct standards for judging the value of a pot of flowers.
Starting from the third day, the entrance of the mall was crowded with people, speaking accents from all over the place. Every time someone came out, the people who had been waiting outside would rush up to ask questions.
Instead of talking about A, B, and C, just talk about the pieces of paper stuck on top, which are red, yellow, and blue.
Few people are interested in the yellow label, and the price is only two thousand; the blue label is just so-so, and the price is barely ten thousand; the red label has a lot of offers, and some people cannot resist the immediate benefits, or have no confidence to compete for the top three, so they sell it on the spot.
Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty or forty thousand...the most expensive pot was sold for a whopping seventeen thousand!
Some of them got blue and yellow labels. Without leaving the department store, they went directly to the electrical appliance counter on the second floor and slapped the orchid on the counter, saying, "I want a color TV. I'll exchange it for this."
"Comrade, we only accept cash here, and if you want to buy a color TV, you have to provide a special TV ticket."
"What? Where is your leader? Call your leader over."
The leader was also stunned when he arrived, but fortunately the higher-level leaders in the mall had already given instructions.
"Can I change it? Can I change it?"
The Clivia fell into madness, and its orchid leaves turned into swords, each sword being able to ward off evil.
"Yes, of course! Go and show this comrade the color TV. It's a Sanyo brand."
There were onlookers nearby, who followed suit, finding refrigerators, motorcycles and other areas, and surrendered their swords and retired.
The martial arts world of Chuncheng is still there, but the heroes have all retired.
Even the other two provinces in Northeast China and the fourth province that was kicked out of Northeast China decades ago heard the news and rushed here in order to get involved before the end of the competition.
Spring City, no one can sleep tonight!
In the midst of this madness, some people were secretly shipping goods out. It was not just Liuzi who was doing this, other people were also doing the same thing.
By the time Men Saner's men came to escort the money, Nan Yi had already left Chuncheng and continued heading north.
Songsong is a small county town on the edge of Changbai Mountain.
If there were no ginseng, Songsong would be just an ordinary remote county, and no one would know about this place except the surrounding areas.
After Grain Rain, it is the peak season for ginseng harvesting. The young people in the village will follow the old people to the mountains to harvest ginseng, leaving only the young mothers and children at home.
It usually takes ginseng pickers several months to find ginseng. During this period, they have to go through many tests in the mountains. Every time, some people stay in the mountains forever, performing a call from the distant mountains.
Nan Yi arrived early. It was not yet the Grain Rain season, and the villagers were still staying at home and had not gone into the mountains.
This year, some ginseng-growing areas in Jilin Province introduced a ginseng production contracting model, contracting ginseng land to villagers, but requiring a certain output to be guaranteed.
As Husong is adjacent to Changbai Mountain, it has unique conditions for growing ginseng. In addition to ginseng harvesting, the ginseng planting industry here is also very developed.
Nan Yi and the other two traveled between villages, sometimes taking a quick look and sometimes stopping to observe and learn about the ginseng cultivation situation.
We walked all the way and arrived at Manjiang Town.
Manjiang Town has an area of 633.85 square kilometers, but its population density is less than 1 person per square kilometer, which is definitely a sparsely populated area.
Although it is already March, the temperature in Manjiang Town is still very low, with the highest temperature during the day being several degrees above zero and the lowest temperature at night reaching more than ten degrees below zero.
Braving the cold wind, Nan Yi went to the town's post office, and met the postman who was piling parcels onto a sled at the door of the post office.
"Hello comrade, may I ask how I can get to Gaoligou?"
"Gao Li Gou?" The postman put down the package and looked at Nan Yi. "Are you going to find Park Dashan?"
"Comrade, how did you know that?"
"What's there to not know? You're from out of town, right?"
"Yes, I came from the capital."
"That's not surprising. Gao Ligou said it was a village, but there are only seven or eight people living there all year round. There are more people in the winter when it's down the mountain. The only person who can be connected with the outside world is Park Dashan."
"I see. How long does it take to get there from town?"
"You're lucky. I'm going to Gaoligou today, so I'll take you with me. But I've got to make a deal. There are a lot of mail packages on my sled. You can sit on the flat road, but you have to get off and walk on the uphill road."
"Thank you very much, what's your name, comrade?"
"Kim Jong-gwang."
"Hello, hello, Comrade Jin."
Although Kim Jong-gwang spoke in a Jeep dialect, Nan Yi guessed that he was of Korean ethnicity.
Korean people have relatively monotonous names, with male names like Zhe, Long, Hu, and Guang, and female names like Hua and Mei. The probability of repetition is very high, and since Kim Jong-gwang's last name is Jin, the chances of Nan Yi guessing wrong are low.
Following Jin Zhengguang, they went to several villages first, waiting for him to deliver parcels and letters. They set out in the morning and did not arrive until it was almost dark in the afternoon. This remote village in Nanyi was less than ten kilometers away from the town as the straight line went by after checking the map.
"Whoa!"
Jin Zhengguang stopped his horse outside the fence of a house and pointed at the gate with his whip. "This is Park Dashan's house. If you are not in a hurry to leave, I will come again in a week and pick you up."
"Comrade Jin, thank you very much."
Nan Yi shook hands with him, quietly left some things on the sled, and then watched Jin Zhengguang drive the sled forward. He walked to the fence only when he could no longer see him.
Just as he was about to call for help, a creepy dog bark came into his ears.
Nan Yi looked in the direction of the sound and saw an Oroqen hunting dog. It looked very smart and should be a mountain guard dog.
The so-called mountain guard dog is not actually a breed of dog, but a symbol or a title. It follows its owner in the mountains and forests, dares to fight against wild beasts, and is very loyal to its owner.
Just like a dog licking, he says "wáng, wángwáng" to outsiders, but says "wāng, wāng, wāng" to the person he licks. One is full of vigor and the other speaks in a baby voice.
"Boss, is the boss at home?"
"Who is it?"
With a creak, the door was pushed open. Following the drawn door curtain, Nan Yi saw an old man with a dog-skin hat and a full beard sticking his head out.
"Boss, I'm a friend of Men San'er. He introduced me to you."
"Mensan, why doesn't he come?" Pu Dashan said as he walked towards the fence.
"He has something to do in Chuncheng and can't come over."
"I'm still thinking about having another drink with him. Mensan can drink a lot. I like this kid." Pu Dashan opened the fence and said, "Come in. Don't be afraid. My name is Heita. He's a good boy. He won't bite you when I'm here."
Just as Park Dashan said, as we followed him inside, the dog named Heita lay there obediently and never barked again.
After entering the house, Pu Dashan enthusiastically asked Nan Yi and the other two to sit on the kang. Then, four large white bowls were placed on the low table, and he took a bottle of Xinhuaide wine and poured it into the bowls.
"You must be thirsty after the long journey. Let's moisten your throat first." After pouring the wine, Pu Dashan raised the bowl.
Nan Yi picked up the school beauty's bowl of wine, put half into Hu Cub's bowl, and poured the remaining half into his own bowl, "Old man, let's drink, the woman shouldn't drink, she's not a Northeastern woman, she can't drink at all."
"Forgot, forgot. Okay, okay, let's drink together, three of us."
As soon as he entered the door, he did nothing but drank nearly 4 taels of 60-proof liquor. Nan Yi was really a little overwhelmed by such enthusiasm.
