Rebirth 1990: I have three golden fingers.

Chapter 48 Shen Cheng, here I come!

The process of removing the back shell took a long time. Fang Bai went out on a bicycle and went to the store where he bought the BP machine last time and bought another BP machine.

Then go to the bus terminal to buy a ticket to Shanghai. There is a bus at four o'clock in the afternoon and it will arrive tomorrow morning. It has sleeper berths and the fare is not cheap.

There is no highway, and the road conditions are not very good. Considering the performance of today's cars, the speed is so slow.

In addition to buses, you can also take a ferry to Cangnan Longgang to reach Shencheng. It takes 24 hours. He can't bear to take such a long time, but the fare is relatively cheap. Many people choose this. If you get seasick, it is not suitable to take a boat.

There is no train to Shanghai yet, so the only option is ship or car.

After buying the bus ticket, Fang Bai returned to the rental house to pack his luggage.

While packing his luggage, his mother asked him whether he should take a boat or a car.

"Mom, it's too long for me to take a car or a boat."

"Oh, then I will prepare food for you on the road. How about boiled eggs and braised chicken legs? If there is anything else you want to eat, mom will prepare it for you."

"The four o'clock bus will arrive tomorrow morning. There is no need to prepare so much. I will have a meal before leaving at three o'clock. Just prepare two eggs and two bottles of water on the way. No need for chicken legs."

"It's better to be more prepared. You have to ride for more than ten hours. If you want to eat but don't have anything to eat, and there is no place to buy it, I will buy you some snacks."

Fang Bai nodded: "Okay, just buy a bag of melon seeds and a bag of biscuits."

When Liu Fengqing heard her son agreed, she went downstairs to buy something. Fang Bai also went downstairs and started working.

Fang Bai was busy all morning, read in the afternoon, had a meal at three in the afternoon, and then set off with his backpack on his back.

The station is near the rental house, just a few minutes' walk away.

Standing in front of the busy bus station, watching the passengers carrying or carrying luggage, Fang Bai felt a little emotional about how fast Wenzhou is developing now.

In the 80s, Wencheng completed the basic accumulation of the early stage of the market economy through the development model of "based on family operations, oriented by professional markets, relying on small towns, and using rural capable people as the backbone", and realized the transformation from poverty to A historic leap forward in providing food and clothing.

This "time lag" and advancement directly widen the gap with other cities.

Before the cities could react, Wencheng had already run away first.

By the early 90s, Wencheng had completed its second entrepreneurship, upgrading its industrialization, accelerating urbanization, and improving its internationalization.

In this era, Wencheng's economy ranks among the best in the country, and the GDP of the two provincial cities cannot compare with it.

By the end of the 90s, Wencheng was developing slowly compared to other cities due to various reasons. For example, due to the lack of land, many factories had to face the embarrassing situation of expanding their scale and being unable to buy land no matter how rich they were, and had to leave. Wencheng will develop into other cities.

Fang Bai also believes that land is one of the important reasons restricting the development of Wencheng. There are mountains to the south and northwest, and the sea to the east. The only way is to reclaim the sea. This was also done in the previous life, but it still cannot keep up with the development needs.

Of course, local competition is too fierce, and other cities and regions have more development potential and more opportunities than Wencheng. Wencheng people are flocking to these places to attack.

Fang Bai is just a microcosm of Wencheng businessmen. In the future, due to the scarcity of land, he will also leave Wencheng and place his headquarters in other cities.

He can't change Wencheng's future.

Fang Bai sighed and walked into the station.

After waiting for a while, I saw the bus bound for Shanghai pulling into the parking lot.

After the bus stopped, passengers checked their tickets and got on the bus. Fang Bai also lined up with the flow of people to check their tickets and get on the bus.

As soon as he entered the car, he smelled a rotten smell and the smell of gasoline. He couldn't help but cover his nose while observing the situation inside the car.

The car looks quite new, but the seats inside the car are a little dirty, and they probably haven't been cleaned.

For those who are used to riding trains, they are definitely not used to dirty, smelly buses.

He didn't have much luggage, so he took it directly to the car. Passengers carrying a large bag had to put their things in the luggage compartment.

The upper bunk by the window in row 5 is Fangbai's seat.

Before he came, he had prepared paper. He took out a stack of paper from his backpack and wiped his seat. Then he put his backpack on the seat, took off his shoes and got on the seat, and stuffed his shoes into the space in front of the berth.

He is 176cm tall and can barely lie down.

After a while, there were more and more passengers in the car, and many people took off their shoes. Fang Bai smelled the smell of shoes even stronger, so he had to open the window to get some air.

It's not that he's being pretentious, it's just that he's really not used to it.

Fortunately, his tolerance is relatively strong, and he can stand it after getting used to the stench. Others can sit, but there is no reason why he can't sit.If the weather were hotter, haha.

There was a young man on the bunk below him. He opened the window and spat out. After spitting for a while, he couldn't help but vomited. After wiping his mouth with paper, he couldn't help but curse: "Whose X port is this?" Feet, can you put on your shoes and let me live?"

When he shouted, many passengers in the car responded: "Yes, if your feet smell, just put on your shoes and take care of everyone."

When Fang Bai heard this, he also shouted: "I'm sick from the smoke. Please put on your shoes, or wrap your socks and shoes with a plastic bag to prevent the smell from spreading."

Maybe there were too many people in the car who had objections. The conductor was a middle-aged woman, and she also shouted. Some people felt that their feet were smelly and they still put on their shoes, but some people with smelly feet were still indifferent.

But being able to do this is already pretty good.

A few minutes later, the train attendant came over to check the votes.

After another two or three minutes, the car started and drove northeast.

Fang Bai looked out the window and saw the shouts of street vendors one after another, adding to the hustle and bustle.

After driving for a minute or two, Fang Bai saw rows of small workshops or family businesses on the roadside. They produced various small commodities and became the mainstay of the local economy.

I don’t know how long it took, but the car had driven out of the county town. The sun had set, and the lights of the cottages at the foot of the mountain were dimly visible.

Fang Bai closed the window a little smaller. He was tired from reading, so he stuffed his bag into the seat, then turned sideways to the car window and pressed his backpack, squinted his eyes, and fell asleep after a while.

I don’t know where I arrived, but the conductor called me to go to the toilet, and the car stopped for 10 minutes.

Fang Bai also felt like peeing, so he quickly put on his shoes, put on his backpack and walked out of the car.

There is no parking stop. There is just a relatively flat forest on the roadside, which is more convenient. Men go left and women go right.

Fang Bai found the largest tree with better shelter. He turned his back to others and added some urea to the tree. He hoped that it would be more lush and would be better when it was convenient to stay here in the future.

While applying fertilizer, he noticed that many small trees around him were withered and yellow. It seemed that too much urea was added.

Or maybe a certain passenger was suffering from uremia, and suddenly seeing the beautiful scenery here, he was in a good mood, his kidneys were relaxed, and all the toxins accumulated over the years were excreted, killing the tree.

After a while, all the passengers returned to the car. The flight attendant came back to check the number of people. He found that there was one less person. He got off the car and shouted into the woods: "Drive, hurry up. It's been 10 minutes. I'm not constipated." ."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sad-faced woman ran out of the woods. In a hurry, it seemed that she had not solved the problem. She tied her pants and shouted back: "Come on, come on."

Fang Bai, who was already lying on the bunk, didn't smile. If it were him, he would probably be unhappy if he didn't solve it and was urged.

Look at this person, with a frown on his face, like a bitter cucumber.

Fang Bai secretly said, "Fortunately, it's not me."

The car started and Fang Bai continued to sleep, stopping twice more on the way.

I don't know how long it took, but the car stopped. Fang Bai vaguely heard the passengers in the car happily shouting: "We're here."

The train attendant knocked on the sleeper bed as he walked: "We've arrived at the station, we've arrived at the station, we're getting off the train."

Fang Bai put on his shoes and moved his stiff body to get off the berth.

A few minutes later, Fang Bai stood at the exit of Shanghai Long-distance Bus Terminal. To the east was Shanghai Railway Station. This is the JA area, about eight kilometers away from the campus of Shanghai University of Finance and Economics.

At this time, it was just dawn, and people were coming and going outside the station. Street vendors selling breakfast were shouting and selling, and there were also rickshaw masters and taxi drivers on the roadside calling for rides.

At this time, Shencheng has implemented a policy to limit the number of human-powered tricycles operating, and they are not allowed to enter the city center and main traffic arteries. In two or three years, the operation may be directly banned.

Fang Bai looked at the busy flow of people, like thousands of miles of turbulent river water, and suddenly thought of the song "Shencheng Beach".

wandering, wandering

Thousands of miles of Taotao, the river's water never ends

……

love you hate you ask you know
Like a river never letting go

……

Shen Cheng, here I come!

(End of this chapter)