"The famous Magic City has arrived and I want to see it." Li Wen looked at the crowds of people outside and walked off the train with a smile.

"Xiao Li, we are destined to meet again." After leaving the station, several shop friends who had lived together for more than two days shook hands with Li Wen and said goodbye.

"See you soon!"

Li Wen smiled and nodded.

I sat in the sleeper berth for more than two days. Although I was not as tired as the last time I went to Nova Scotia, I was naturally tired.

It was morning when we got off the bus, and Li Wen was very hungry without breakfast. When he saw a tofu bread stall on the roadside, his eyes lit up and he immediately walked up.

"Comrade, scoop out three bowls of tofu curd." Li Wen was very happy to encounter the delicacies of his hometown in a foreign place.

Tofu nao was not expensive, only a dime and twenty taels of food stamps. Li Wen paid happily.

"Little comrade, you eat first, and I'll scoop it out for you after you're done." The lady at the stall said with a smile, speaking in Shanghainese and Mandarin.

"Okay!" Li Wen smiled and nodded.

At this time, the tofu puffs were scooped out from a large vat and scooped out after eating. The whole bowl was rarely steamed.

"My mother! Comrade, why are your tofu buns so sweet?" Li Wen was a little numb, but then he suddenly realized.

I live in the south, and the food in the north and the south is different. The north is salty and the south is sweet.

The mouthful of sweet tofu cake he just tasted made him almost vomit it out, but Li Wen didn't dare and swallowed it. It was sinful to waste food at this time, and he would be reprimanded in the least case, and jailed in the worst case.

"Are you from the north? The tofu puffs in Shanghai are all sweet." At this time, the lesbian who was scooping up the tofu puffs reacted and replied.

"Okay!" Li Wen was a little helpless.

"Who wants to drink this bowl of tofu? I just had a taste of it. Who wants to drink? Come and drink for free." Li Wen asked the children watching the saliva on the roadside.

Li Wen is a person who doesn't like spicy food. Even if there is no chili pepper, he can't eat the sweet tofu.

"Drink, eat!" Children in ragged clothes immediately gathered around.

There were four children watching in total. Li Wen asked the comrades at the stall to give the remaining two portions to two of the little girls. He also spent five cents and one tael of food stamps to buy a steamed bun for the older child.

I asked just now, the steamed buns here are also sweet. Li Wen ate them in his previous life when he went to school and worked during the summer vacation. As a northerner, he really couldn't get used to it.

After letting several children eat, Li Wen turned around and went to another stall and ordered two wontons and five fried dough sticks.

There was no overturn this time. The authentic southern wontons were fresh, worthy of a coastal city. Li Wen drank two bowls and ate five fried dough sticks before feeling much better.

After eating, Li Wen felt not full yet, so he saw there were pan-fried buns in the dustpan beside him, so he bought one for one yuan and held it in yellow paper while walking around.

After breakfast, Li Wen put out his bicycle and started wandering around the streets. As expected of a magical city, Chang'an's economy is incomparable to others.

Although it is now 65 years ago, the private economy and vendors here are still very active.

"Everything is sold on the roadside. It seems that the country has a lot of policies towards this area." Li Wen walked out of a private cloth shop and muttered to himself.

Although this is a private store, it still has to issue tickets. Since it is a private store, manual operations are inevitable, and the economy will be much more flexible.

Li Wen even rode a bicycle to the old Shili Yangchang. Of course it is not called that now. We are all liberated. Anyone who calls it will have to pay for it.

The illegal entertainment and entertainment of this ten-mile foreign market has now been replaced, but the buildings and shops still exist.

Li Wen looked at the old bungalows on the street and his mouth watered. These old bungalows will be valuable in the future.

But Li Wen didn't buy it. It wasn't because it wasn't for sale, and it wasn't because Li Wen couldn't afford it. It was just that he was simply making himself uncomfortable by buying this thing now.

Li Wen plans to wait ten years before he comes back to scan the goods. Although the value will be much higher by then, it will still be at a bargain price.

I rode a bicycle and took a stroll around the Huangpu River. There was no such thing as Pudong at the moment. It was still a barren beach and a salt-alkali land.

After staying in the magic city for half a month, Li Wen got to know many future wealthy families and spent a lot of money on supplies.

However, Li Wen didn't plan to stay in the Magic City for too long. He came here just for fun. His final destination was Yangcheng, which is the closest place to Xiangjiang.

Since the country successfully hosted the event in 1957, Yangcheng has now become the most economically active area in Daxia.

In the early 1950s, the story of Daxia was repeated in order to avoid the death of lips and teeth. In order to defend the country, it sent support troops to fight with half the world led by Chou State.

Since then, Daxia has been shut out by most Western countries, including the economy.

Even in order to attack Daxia, the countries headed by Chou State also established some kind of Batumi organization to contain Daxia.

Without foreign exchange, the advanced equipment and some resources that Daxia needed could not be purchased. Daxia had to find another way, so the Canton Fair came into being.

Therefore, the original purpose of the Canton Fair was to break the Batumi embargo established by Chou State.

Of course, the purpose of establishing the Canton Fair is mainly to contribute to the economy of Daxia.

Initially, those participating in the Canton Fair were mainly regions or countries that had good relations with Daxia, and of course, there were also enterprises run by Daxia people.

The Canton Fair is held twice a year, in spring and autumn. Li Wen's purpose of coming to the south this time was to participate in the 1965 Spring Canton Fair.

This time Li Wen went to Yangcheng without buying a train ticket. Instead, he experienced taking a boat ride.

Fortunately, Li Wen's physical condition is now very good and he does not get seasick when sailing offshore. Otherwise, this experience would not be as simple as it is, but would be fatal.

The ship was very fast and it reached its destination in less than two days.

It's now April, and it's not far away from the start of the Canton Fair.

When he arrived at the pier, Li Wen was shocked by what he saw. There were business stalls and shops everywhere, and the economy was very active. This was not the summer of planned economy!

The economy of Yangcheng was so prosperous that Li Wen couldn't believe his eyes. He thought he had arrived at the county annual fair in the 1990s.

The streets of Yangcheng are very lively, with foreign faces everywhere strolling and shopping.

Many people on the street are wearing suits and leather shoes and are fashionably dressed. At first glance, these people are not from mainland China.

Li Wen, who has been in this era for several years, had to lament that coastal cities are still more powerful than the eighteen streets in the interior.

However, Li Wen also understands that the Canton Fair can be said to be a national event, and it is normal for policies to be looser.

Because every time the Canton Fair is held, Daxia gathers high-quality enterprises and products from all over the country, and it can be said that it is attentive to the extreme.

When Li Wen was in Qin Province, most enterprises in Qin Province were scrambling to participate in the Canton Fair every year. It could be said that they were only one in a thousand.
Chapter completed!