Since 1983

Xu Fei prepared in Ancheng for several days before boarding the train to Spring City with Xu Xiaowen.

The distance between the two places is more than 400 kilometers, and later generations will arrive there in two hours, but it is not possible now. The average speed of the green leather car is only 60 kilometers per hour, and it takes a long time to walk.

There is no heating equipment these days, and the airtightness is poor, and the little north wind whizzes into it, just like an ice cellar. Wrapped in a big padded jacket, Xu Xiaowen was still trembling a little, and while shaking, he was looking for a way out: "I just traveled all over the world recently, which made my body bad. I think when I was young, I traveled all over the world. If I exercised, it wouldn't matter if I was shirtless in the cold winter months... ..."

Anyway, Xu Fei didn't understand. Is it good or bad to travel around?

"Here comes the boiling water, here comes the boiling water, do you need anything?"

The conductor walked over slowly pushing the trolley. There were two large kettles in the trolley. Xu Xiaowen was speaking plainly, as if seeing a savior, he quickly pulled out an enamel jar, "Pour me some!"

They filled a jar, and he took a small sip and sucked it, covering his hands by the way. The big vat has been around for a long time, and the paint is badly peeled off. I can barely read a line of words: dedicated to the loveliest person.

From this point of view, it is a product of the period of resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea.

"Don't drink in such a hurry, the throat is easy to get sick from something too hot." Xu Fei couldn't help but said.

"What's wrong with me? I've been drinking like this for half my life. Isn't it still fine now?"

Xu Xiaowen let out a breath, and said: "I said you boy went to the capital, why are you such a small bourgeoisie? You weren't so fussy before."

whispering sound!

Xu Fei rolled his eyes, like to drink, no one cares about you.

The train drove for a while and stopped at a big station. Hurrah, there were many people going down, and some seats were vacant. A buddy sat over slowly and beat his legs and waist, obviously standing for a long time.

He looked like he was in his thirties, with a big face and small eyes. He swept round the two of them roundly, and said hello.

Um?

The accent seems to be mixed with many places, and the speaking speed is fast, Ula Ula. Seeing that the two of them didn't understand, he tried his best to speak clearly and said it again.

"Are you two going to Spring City?"

"Um."

Xu Fei responded.

"That's a coincidence. I'm going to Chuncheng too. Do you buy flowers or sell them?"

"No, something else."

"Don't be joking, why not go to Chuncheng now for Hua'er?"

This buddy is very familiar with him, and he sized it up, reaching out to touch the box under Xu Xiaowen's feet, "Hey, is this a flower?"

"piss off!"

Xu Xiaowen raised his foot and kicked back, "Who the hell are you, get out and sit down!"

"Hey, why are you scolding people?"

"I still hit you!"

The old man stood up and was about to beat him up. The guy was scared when he saw it, and Ma Liu ran to the back seat.

"Sometimes you really don't look like a literary and artistic worker. People will believe you when you say that you stand up to the top of the mountain." Xu Fei was happy.

"Don't talk to me! When I was a child, I was honest. I was robbed a few times and then I understood. If I am honest and bullied, I have to be more arrogant than him."

"Then how did you reform yourself?"

"Fate, I accidentally worshiped a teacher and entered the storytelling school. Hey, you deserve a beating, what do you mean by reforming yourself?"

Xu Xiaowen patted the table, and then lowered his voice, "I observed for a long time just now, there are many southerners in the car, look over there, they speak Hokkien, it seems that all kinds of religions and nine schools have gathered here. But you Since I want to come, I can’t just watch it, you’re grown up now, I’ll listen to you, if someone really wants to play tricks, I have to look at what’s in my waist.”

Xu Fei's heart became hot, he was really a real father, although he was not the original owner, but the love of the parents for their children was well felt.

The train rattled away, and finally arrived at the station after noon.

When the two got out of the car, they were both taken aback by the scene in front of them. There were so many people! Just around the railway station, it seems to exceed the population of Ancheng City, and the traffic is all in one line, with countless men, women and children coming in and out.

Among them was the buddy I met in the car, who got in like an ant and was instantly overwhelmed by the flow of people.

After Xu Fei inquired, he found out that there was a flower market over there.

In the planned economy era, Chuncheng was one of the best big cities in the country. FAW knows it, Hongqi, Jiefang, Xiali, Pentium, who hasn't seen the bird-like logo?

And Changying Film Factory also knows that "Shangganling", "Heroes and Daughters", "Liu Sanjie", "The White-haired Girl", and "***" are also well-known.

Therefore, if there is industry and there is industry, and if there is art, there is art, which is amazing.

Xu Xiaowen came to the show when he was young, but he hasn't been here for many years. He is unfamiliar everywhere. It feels like they are all high-rise buildings, and Ancheng is incomparable.

The two each held a box and found a guest house.

Xu Fei went out to inquire first, and learned that there are currently ten Clivia trading markets in Spring City, distributed in the railway station, Chaoyang Park, Laoquanlou, Guangfu Road, Yongchun Road, Hongqi Street, Wanbao Street, Qinghua Road and other areas.

The father and I discussed it and decided to go to Hongqi Street, the earliest opening of the market, to have a look.

Speaking of Clivia in Spring City, how did it become so popular?

Clivia is a South African species. During the Puppet Manchukuo period, it was given to Puyi by the RB people and became the royal flower of the palace, and later it became popular among the people. In the 1960s, it was not allowed to raise them at all. This was called capitalist corruption.

And after 1978, some old cadres in the local area liked it first, because this thing fits the Chinese aesthetics very well, it is fragrant and elegant, gentlemanly, and has a noble blood-although I haven't fully understood until now, a flower has something to do with noble blood relation?

Later, due to the scarcity of production in various places, Chuncheng gradually became the largest distributing center for Clivia, attracting a group of foreign merchants, and the flower growers also made some small money.

After the initial formation of this atmosphere, some people with a keen sense of smell began to hype secretly, and more and more flowers were grown.

In 1982, Chuncheng issued a price limit order, stipulating that a pot of Clivia should not exceed 200 yuan. In the following year, a transaction tax was introduced, which was the first case in the whole country.

These measures not only did not restrain, but catalyzed the sentiment of ordinary people even more.

The government quickly noticed it, and changed its attitude in time, and began to vigorously develop the Clivia industry, thus creating the "city flower" and "balcony economy".

With the policy, the enthusiasm of the masses, which was already clamoring, has reached its peak in an instant.

Fan Zeng painted Clivia, Qi Gong wrote an inscription for Clivia, and Hou Baolin had to tell a joke about Clivia to please the audience when he came to the performance.

The newspaper supplements in the whole city are called Clivia, and the thirteen cover pages of the calendar every year are all colored with Clivia, and even the TV programs use Clivia as the opening title.

Chuncheng Machinery Factory called on employees to take the road of Clivia to get rich, and more than 1,700 employees opened their families to raise them; there was also a washing machine factory that invested hundreds of thousands of dollars, and built a 600-square-meter aerial greenhouse on the roof of the office building...

When later generations mention this matter, they always say that the whole people are hyping it up, but it is actually bullshit.

A pot of flowers sells for tens of thousands, how can ordinary people have so much money? The ones who are really hyped are some government officials, large flower growers, state-owned enterprises, and Hong Kong and foreign businessmen!