Traveling through 70's wine

Next, Wen Qing wanted to go to Changhua, where it was said that there was bloodstone.

She left Ping'an County and came to an uninhabited place, took out a pickup truck, and installed the local license plate she found in the machine repair shop.

It was raining and Wen Qing was driving along the road. The rain was getting heavier. She turned on the headlights and looked at the road carefully to prevent anyone from suddenly jumping out from the roadside.

After driving for seventy or eighty kilometers, Wen Qing looked at the road signs and then at the map. It was still about 120 kilometers away from Changhua. Wen Qing was about to go to a nearby town for lunch when she suddenly saw a woman holding an umbrella, supporting an old man on the side of the road ahead, waving at her.

Wen Qing slowly stopped the car, rolled down the window, and asked the woman, "Sister, what's the matter?"

The woman said, "Comrade, my father suddenly fell ill and I can't find a car. Can I take your car to the hospital?"

Wen Qing looked at the old man's pale face and said, "Okay, which hospital are you going to?"

The woman said with some embarrassment: "We want to go to the hospital in the city. It's more than 50 kilometers away from here. Is it convenient for you?"

Wen Qing said: "Okay, get in the car."

The woman helped the old man onto the back seat. Wen Qing listened to the woman's instructions, quickened the speed, and arrived at the hospital in half an hour.

Wen Qing helped the woman and carried the old man to the emergency room, and then left with the woman's thanks.

She went out and found a restaurant to have lunch, then checked the map. She had taken a detour to Huzhou City. It was still early, so Wen Qing was not in a hurry and planned to go for a stroll in the city.

She found a free market, went to a secluded place first, put the pickup truck into the space, took out the tricycle from the space, took out some honey and tea and put them in the car.

She put on makeup, dressed up as a middle-aged woman, rode a bike, and pulled things to the free market to sell.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when she arrived at the free market. Jiangnan produces a lot of tea and many people drink tea. After she put the tea out, people came to inquire about it one after another. When they opened the tea bags, a clear tea fragrance wafted out, making people want to taste it.

Wen Qing didn't bring a kettle, but the owner of the store next door was attracted by the aroma of tea and insisted on trying it, so Wen Qing let him grab a handful of tea leaves and make tea himself.

After a while, the shop owner came out with a large teacup. The aroma of the tea became more intense under the steam. The shop owner said, "Big sister, give me a box."

Wen Qing sold a box of 100 grams of tea for only four yuan. Some people started buying it, and more and more people followed suit. By 5 o'clock, the 200 boxes of tea that Wen Qing brought were sold out, and the 30 bottles of honey were also sold out.

That night, Wen Qing stayed in a private hotel next to a park in the city center, and no letter of introduction was required.

Wen Qing asked for a single room and asked the landlady for two bottles of boiled water. She washed up in the room and rested for two hours before going into the space to work.

She planted tea tree branches from the Qishan Tea Garden on the hillside of the tea garden, and picked all the apples and pears from the orchard. From the 20 acres of land, she harvested more than 5 kilograms of fruit.

Just after dawn in the morning, Wen Qing went out for a run. He also took a look at the surrounding area and picked a breakfast shop, planning to have breakfast there when he came back.

There are a lot of people on the street, some are carrying loads to sell things in the city, some are rushing to work, and some are getting up early to exercise. It feels more energetic than in Beijing.

After breakfast, Wen Qing returned to the hotel and asked the front desk about nearby attractions.

The girl at the front desk was wearing a floral shirt, with a pretty face, waist-length hair, fair skin, an oval face and big eyes. She had the appearance of a girl from the south of the Yangtze River. She told her very gently that there was a small river about two stops east of the hotel, and the scenery along the river was very nice.

Four kilometers away in the south, there is a former residence of a celebrity; two kilometers forward, there is a market, which is the 248 market, with many local specialties for sale; take the bus five stops west and you will reach the city’s No. 1 Middle School, and there are many delicious foods around it.

Wen Qing thanked her, left the room and headed south.

She found a secluded place, took out her bicycle, pedaled quickly for two kilometers along the moat, and came to an ancient bridge.

She propped herself up on her feet and stopped to look around. It was a single-arch stone bridge. The crescent-shaped stone bridge was reflected in the moat, and from a distance it looked like a bright moon. The stone slabs of the bridge had been polished smooth by the years, and emitted a faint light under the sunlight.

We pushed the cart onto the bridge. The carvings on the stone railings were no longer complete. We could see grape and honeysuckle patterns. The capitals of the railings were carved with stone lions, lotus flowers, and fairy peaches. The lines were simple and the shapes were vivid.

At this time, she heard the sound of a bicycle bell behind her. She turned around and saw a young man pushing a bicycle onto the bridge.

When the other party saw her looking back, he took the initiative to greet her, "Hello, comrade, I found your bicycle very special, can you show it to me?"

Wen Qing said generously: "Okay, but you can't watch it here."

The young man blushed and said, "Let's go over there." He took Wen Qing down the bridge and found an empty place by the moat, where Wen Qing parked the car.

The young man looked left and right, and finally said, "Comrade, your car has many more gears than other cars. What is this?"

Wen Qing was delighted and said, "This bike of mine is called an automatic transmission bicycle. You see, if you turn this knob, the speed of the bike will be different. Turn it to this position for going uphill, and here for going downhill." She demonstrated as she spoke.

The young man said, "I saw you riding very fast, so I thought your bike was special."

He squatted down, touched the frame carefully, turned the pedals, listened to the fine creaking sound, stood up, and said to Wen Qing: "Sister, can you give me the bike?"

Wen Qing shook her head and said, "No, no, if I give it to you, what should I ride?"

By the way, he advertised, "You can go to the Ping'an County Machine Repair Factory to modify it."

The young man asked: "Ping An County? How much does it cost to modify the bicycle?"

Wen Qing said: "About 100 yuan a car."

A new bicycle usually costs between 180 yuan and 200 yuan, and adding a transmission kit costs 100 yuan. This price is not cheap for people nowadays, but there are always rich people in society.

The young man hesitated for a while and insisted, "Sister, just give me this car and I'll give you another 100 yuan, okay?"

Wen Qing thought about the transmission kit in the space, pretended to be reluctant, and said: "Okay, I'll give you the car, and I'll modify it next time I go to Ping'an County."

The young man said happily: "Sister, I don't have that much money on me right now. I'll come to see you with money in the afternoon. Where do you live?"

Wen Qing said: "Well, how about this, you still wait for me here at four o'clock in the afternoon."

The young man said, "Sister, my name is Gao Xin, let's meet here at 4 pm."

Gao Xin rode his bike home to get the money, while Wen Qing went to the market. Today was not a market day, so there were not many people at the market, only some people selling meat, vegetables and daily necessities.

Wen Qing looked over and heard passers-by bargaining. She took note of the prices and walked to a grocery stall. The stall owner was an old man who was holding a pipe and puffing on local tobacco. There were wooden bowls and basins on the stall, and a pile of wooden boxes next to it, as well as some earthenware bowls, basins and some bottles and jars.

Wen Qing was very interested in the exquisite patterns carved on the wood. She squatted down and picked them up to examine them carefully. She pointed to a small lacquered wooden box with pomegranate and grape patterns, about 40 cm wide, 30 cm long and 20 cm high. "Excuse me, how much is this?"

The old man put down his pipe and said, "Ten dollars each."

Wen Qing took down the pile of wooden boxes, pointed at a dark old wooden box and said, "How much is this box?"

The old man said, "Although this wooden box is old, you see, the wood is very good, and it feels heavy. This one costs twenty yuan."

Wen Qing asked: "Can we exchange it for food?"

The old man said, "Sure, a pound of rice is 3 cents."

Wen Qing took the big bag off the back seat of the bicycle and said, "Uncle, this is 100 kilograms of rice. Please weigh it."

The old man took the bag and borrowed a scale from the vegetable seller next to him. It weighed exactly 100 kilograms, so he said, "Okay, you can take it."

Wen Qing put the small wooden box into a large wooden box, placed it on the rack at the back of the bike, tied it up with a rope, and rode away.