Vol 6 Chapter 875: New problem

In Wuliao, Huang Chengzhong helped a thick-dressed girl put the suitcase on the bus, "It's really not light, it seems that I brought a lot of good things to the family."

"It's just clothes or something," the girl said embarrassedly, "Thank you, the mayor."

"You are welcome," Huang Chengzhong waved his hand, grabbed the ring on the car and stood up. A young man next to him stood up and gave him his seat. He reached out and pressed him back, "No, you sit down."

Although he has retired, he consciously has not yet entered the ranks of the elderly. Of course, these people gave him his seat mainly out of respect for him.

Wuliao, who doesn't know him yet?

Seeing that the young man was also carrying big bags and small bags around him, it was obvious that he was with him. It should be the girl of his girlfriend. Huang Chengzhong instinctively wanted to talk a few words about which company he worked for and his salary was paid. Where is his hometown? , Who's going to go back to during the New Year? When are you going to buy a house here...

Thinking of the little daughter's complaint, he just smiled and glanced at the little couple, so young!

The bus was full of people, most of them were relaxed and happy young people with large bags. After working for a year, they are finally ready for a long vacation.

Although it is true that going home during the Spring Festival holiday, it may be harder than going to work, but this still cannot dispel their enthusiasm and expectations.

When Huang Chengzhong looked at these young people who seemed to be harvested, he felt very appropriate and a little envious. When he was young, if the town could look like this, then in his life...

My life is good enough!

Around the small year, there were more and more people in Wuliao who were preparing to go home for the New Year. At the beginning, the old people in the town saw this scene, and they felt a bit of superiority.

But now, everyone has not had these unnecessary emotions for a long time, either they also have a solid rest, or they can concentrate on their own business and embrace the most important peak season of the year.

Although e-commerce is becoming more and more developed, this period of the Spring Festival is still the best day of the year for merchants. The main consumption force is these young people who have taken a lot of wages and are ready to go home for the New Year.

Not to mention the real factory stores in the town, the factories in the town know that the factory already has or temporarily opened stores during the period after the Spring Festival, and the sales in the twelfth lunar month, plus the holdings in the town The sales on the New Year’s Festival are really no lower than the sales on Double Eleven.

With the development of Wuliao, many things that were originally liked by locals have been liked or sought after by more and more non-locals.

When Feng Yiping and the others were young, every family and every household had to prepare all kinds of food for the New Year, such as glutinous rice cakes, sweet rice wine, fried food, etc. These things that are not very much at home now, but they sell very well on the street.

There are also local specialties such as sausages, cured duck and other cured products and braised products, which are also very popular.

Of course, if Feng Yiping and the others eat it, they will most likely feel that some of them are not the same as they were when they were young. This is actually a necessity. Of course, these industrialized products will be different from those made by parents back then.

In general, this makes the locals feel that today's life is getting better and better and making money is getting easier.

Most of them don’t understand these phenomena. In fact, with the rapid economic development of a region, the dividends and local culture will inevitably be accepted and liked by more people, but when they find out, More and more foreigners still feel proud and happy when communicating with them in proficient or similar local dialect.

This is something that makes them happier than making a lot of money.

The bus departed from the industrial park unhurriedly, circled the town for a while, drove up to the northernmost one of the three bridges across the river, and stopped along the wide asphalt road.

There are many mountains on this road. These mountains, more than ten years ago, there were just no trees and no land. At most there were barren hills with telephone poles. Now they are all covered with various buildings, even trees. It's also much better than before.

Those sparse houses at the foot of the mountain can't find any traces of them, and they have long turned into busy and prosperous neighborhoods.

The changes in just a dozen years have made people feel the vicissitudes of life.

And this kind of change will not stop for a moment. Even Huang Chengzhong, who is arguably the most familiar with Wuliao, often can’t help but look a few more when he passes through some places. Three months ago, Doesn't it seem like this here?

Oh, it was just a foundation at the time, and the buildings are so high now?

More than forty minutes later, the noise in the front gradually became louder, more and more cars, more and more people carrying bags and suitcases on the sidewalk, and more and more vendors on the roadside. This is theirs. The destination, one of the three long-distance passenger stations in the town, the new district passenger station has arrived.

Huang Chengzhong followed everyone to get out of the car and immediately heard that someone in front was asking, "Go to the provincial capital, five people in a car, can you leave?"

Or, "Go to the city, only one person..."

He speeded up his pace and walked forward, watching the surroundings as he walked. Where are the policemen who maintain order, and the people who transport politics?

Seeing Huang Chengzhong emerge from the crowd, the black car drivers quickly dropped their heads and scattered. Why did they run into him?

Huang Chengzhong also didn't bother to care about them. Every year at such a peak period, black cars can't be eliminated, but how can they be so arrogant?

He walked along the flow of people to the station, looking at the bustling crowd inside and outside the station, he couldn't help frowning.

Although the capacity is increasing every year, the capacity is always so tight at this time of the year.

But what is different this year from before is that in the ticket hall, there is finally no long queue that winds up into the square and makes people palpitating.

This is because all the long-distance passenger stations in the town have cooperated with Tongcheng.com in the middle of this year for online ticket sales. The town has also mobilized companies to assist employees, especially those with low levels of education, in advance. Book tickets online.

Xiao Zhijie, who visited at the time, said that in the research and development base on Badaling, the self-service ticketing system has been developed and will be equipped in the town as soon as possible in the future.

Buying tickets will not be a headache for people to mention in the future, but this capacity...

Huang Chengzhong went around in the ticket-buying hall, and he was very relieved to see that although there were a lot of people in line, there were still not many people.

As he was about to go to the security check, he heard someone shouting, "Old Mayor,"

Looking back, Su Mingfeng, wearing a black mid-length coat, brought a few people out of the office over there ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Major Su,"

Huang Chengzhong is still a little happy to be here at this time for Su Mingfeng, "The black car outside the station..."

"It will be rectified soon, strict rectification," Su Mingfeng said.

When he said this, Huang Chengzhong was also a little embarrassed. I didn't mean to put pressure on you. He was just about to explain and found that Su Mingfeng's face was very bad, and the faces of the people behind him were also not very good.

"Just now, a private car soliciting customers rushed into the river when it was approaching the county seat," Su Mingfeng said.

Huang Chengzhong was startled and asked urgently, "Did anyone hurt?"

"Fortunately, there was little water in the river. They rushed to the beach. There were 5 people including the driver. Only the two in the back row did not wear a seat belt. One hand broke and the other hit the front windshield and was seriously injured," Su Mingfeng said. .

A person in uniform added, "The county hospital said that there is no danger to life,"

Both Huang Chengzhong and Su Mingfeng glared at him.

"It's time to rule," Huang Chengzhong said. "The county magistrate, what can I do?"

Su Mingfeng pulled him aside, "Old Mayor, I really want to ask you for help. If you have time, can you make more calls to the village below?"

"Last night, in the mountains around the town, we caught 7 gamblers, and there are also in the town. At the airport, we caught more than a dozen guys who just came back from the field and started gambling without going home."

He rubbed his eyebrows, "The gambling funds seized on the scene add up to more than 30 million, and the airport has 11 million."

"These are just the ones caught, the ones that weren't caught," he shook his head.

"No problem," Huang Chengzhong said immediately, "I'll call the following and ask their village chief secretary to come to the town to pick up people in person."

Really, it's the opposite!