Nan Yi glanced at it for a few times, then looked away from "Mars", raised his hand and shook it. Behind "Science Fiction", a mutilated figure walked towards Nan Yi.

"What time are the tickets?"

"Ten thirty."

"Sit down and drink some tea, moisten your throat, and let's go to Hefang Street to settle our stomach. The prices here are too expensive."

We had Pian'erchuan for dinner, and stayed overnight at Datongpu, which cost only a few cents a night.

They didn't stay too long in Qiantang. The next day, Nanyi and the two got on the bus to Qiqiao.

In 1980, Keqiao was not yet a town of light textiles, but a quaint town. There were several awning boats parked at the pier of the creek, and a few ducks were playing beside it.

Standing on the Taiping Bridge, looking at the boatman wearing a felt hat on the black-awned boat, Nan Yi seemed to see Ah Q and Kong Yiji.

A small boat was parked next to the bridge. The cabin was filled with fish and shrimps of all sizes. The scale held by the boatman was raised high, and he was talking to the woman next to him.

When Nan Yi thought about it, he should probably be saying: "Did you see it? It weighs three ounces per catty and is very tall."

The fish was very fresh, probably freshly caught from the river; there were many people buying it, and there was a crowd of people surrounding the woman, waiting for the transaction.

Walking along the bridge, Nan Yi, two people, and five or six red scarves missed each other, got off the bridge, and walked into one of the busiest streets in the town.

The street is not very wide, but there are many shops, including farm equipment stores, supply and marketing cooperatives, post offices, mountain goods stores, and taverns.

There were three or four square tables made of solid wood at the entrance of the tavern, all of which were occupied by people. A woman in a white apron was clearing away the dishes at one table, and there was only one person sitting at this table.

"Veteran, do you know how to drink rice wine?"

"Can you come a little."

"Then let's go over and sit down. This is the hometown of rice wine. The world's rice wine originated here. It would be a shame not to drink some when you come here."

Nan Yi sat down first and turned to look at the nearby window sill that served as a display cabinet. Water chestnuts, fennel beans, boiled peanuts, pork head meat, and roast chicken were placed on a tray.

A man who didn't know whether to call him the boss or the chef looked at Nan Yi with bright eyes, as if to say: "Hurry up and cut some pork heads and roast chicken."

The roasted chicken on the tray was still whole, and there were no tender cuts on the pork head, so neither of these sold at all.

"Comrade, are the pork head and roast chicken fresh?"

"Fresh, of course fresh, just marinated today."

"Okay, two cents for everything else, half of the pig's head is cut off, and one roast chicken."

"Okay, I'll cut it for you right away."

Seeing the joy on the man's face, Nan Yi judged that this tavern was private. If it was public, hey, do you want to buy it or not?

Each person has a jiao of wine, and a large white bowl is eighty percent full.

Put it to your mouth and take a sip. The wine tastes very strong, neither light nor light.

Very good, the owner of the tavern doesn't like to study, and he hasn't learned how to add water to his wine. He deserves to be blamed for having too many houses to live in in the future, and even after he dies, he won't have spent all his money.

Twist an fennel bean, pinch off the outer shell, throw it into your mouth and chew it, wipe it on the hem of your clothes, and wipe off the salt particles on your hand.

Perhaps because of the drunkenness, an old man at the table behind Nan Yi sang Shao Opera "Yingge Opera".

Although Nan Yi couldn't understand it, it was quite interesting to listen to.

Full of wine and filled with the rice sent by the boss, Nan Yi and Zuo Can used their feet to measure the entire Gaqiao Town.

Why did Keqiao become the hometown of light textiles?

Why did Yiwu become a small commodity city?

This has to do with policy and is inseparable from local history.

Since ancient times, Keqiao has been a water transportation hub in the south of the Yangtze River. Silk from Qiantang must be transported to Ningpo Port through here. There was a silk trading market here hundreds of years ago.

Another example is Yiwu. Hundreds of years ago, people were walking around the streets and doing business in exchanging chicken feathers for sugar. Yiwu people have been dealing with needles and threads for hundreds of years. In addition, Yiwu is also located at a transportation hub.

, it is natural for it to become a small commodity city.

I found a high place and looked over the entire town, matching the current paddy fields and wasteland with the future buildings in my mind.

When the lanterns came on, Nan Yi and Zuo Can found a guest house to stay.

I walked around Nuozhou and Wen City and spent a lot of time on the highlands by the sea with binoculars to observe the fishing boats coming in and out, sailing out to sea, getting close to the boats anchored at sea, and then carrying cargo to each other.

"Are they smuggling?" Zuo Can asked.

"right."

"No one cares?"

"The law does not punish the people, but the main reason is that they are hungry. Seven mountains, one water, and two fields are divided into fields. This was once the land in the south of the Yangtze River that collected 30 to 40% of the world's taxes... Alas, I can't fill my stomach by farming."

"Someone is coming this way." Zuo Can said.

"If you get caught in a pocket, you might be thrown into the sea to feed the fish."

Nan Yi packed up his things and ran to the foot of the mountain; Zuo Can was not slow and followed closely behind.

When they reached a safe location, the two of them slowed down and walked.

"Veteran, have you seen what it is?"

"It's too far away to see clearly."

"I can't see clearly, but looking at the outline, there are clothes, small household appliances, and small hardware. The small market we saw in Leqing yesterday sold these things."

The first generation of businessmen after the reform of Wenzhou City basically had nothing to do with these parallel imports.

They carry parallel imports and sell them in other places. After accumulating a certain amount of capital, they suddenly become entrepreneurs who open factories. They tear off the smuggling label and make the speculation label more dazzling.

The Eight Kings must have a small fortune by now.

After leaving Cangnan, Nanyi and others returned to the urban area of ​​Wen City.

…

Traveling all over the world, it’s hard to cross Wenzhou.

At this time, many passenger terminals are the starting point for Wenzhou people's journey, especially Wen City's Anlan Pier. Every year during the Spring Festival, there are huge crowds of people. Even if it is not the Spring Festival, people are still crowded.

Lots of people!

Surprisingly many!

Wen City can be said to be a place where everyone is a businessman.

These people are not amazing in appearance, these people have no culture, but these people are surprisingly bold and daring. They have made Wenzhou, a barren, small, and remote city, change the economic landscape of our country at an unquestionable speed and intensity.

Enlarge infinitely.

The reason why they managed to survive despite the disadvantages of no preferential policies was due to these people making their fortune from the dock, a backwater road.

Most people in Wenzhou have come to the sea with nothing to do with being highly educated or returnees from overseas. Most of the business backgrounds are described as "farmers" and "small businessmen and hawkers".

When policies provide protection, they rarely receive protection and are often marginalized.

When the brakes are on, they are the eye of the storm, bearing the pressure of ideologies from all sides and becoming a living target in the eyes of those who criticize and criticize.

It is this group of people, in the palm-sized city of Wenzhou, who, with the label of "poor resource endowment" and a completely weak attitude, create the myth of wealth and become a paradox in the economic proposition.

Inspired by the times, each of them embarked on the road of individual industrial and commercial households with an ignorant attitude, blankly or consciously, and accumulated original capital.
Chapter completed!