The two got off the car and went onto the bridge.
The first impression the bridge gives people is that it is old and outdated.
"Is this bridge hundreds of years old?" Gong Fenghuang exclaimed.
"It's possible." Zhu Zhiyuan didn't understand this at all. Looking at the old wooden beams and various dark carvings, he could only marvel.
The two held hands, looking from the beginning of the bridge to the end of the bridge, and then back again, looking at the structure of the brackets, the paintings on the beams, the images of the sculptures, guessing the names of beasts and gods, feeling relaxed and happy.
About twenty minutes later, several people came from the other side. The first one was a middle-aged man in his forties. When he saw Zhu Zhiyuan, he said from a distance: "Is that Assistant Zhu?"
"The town leaders are here."
"I hate it." Gong Fenghuang pouted slightly, but still let go of Zhu Zhiyuan's hand and put down his sunglasses.
"I'm Zhu Zhiyuan." Zhu Zhiyuan turned and looked at the middle-aged man: "Who are you?"
"I am Yang Tong, the mayor of Yangmei Town." Yang Tong came up and shook hands with Zhu Zhiyuan enthusiastically: "You didn't disturb Assistant Zhu's enjoyment."
"It's okay." Zhu Zhiyuan shook his head.
Yang Tong glanced at Gong Fenghuang. Gong Fenghuang was carrying his back and looking at the mountains in the distance with no intention of turning around. This made Yang Tong's face a little bitter, but he was definitely not unhappy.
He didn't dare.
In the past few days, Zhu Zhiyuan has become a legend in Hushan. He saved three factories in two days and directly made tens of millions of dollars. His heroic spirit is amazing.
The industry in Hushan is just like that, but there is also agriculture and commerce.
Up and down, everyone was staring at him.
When Zhu Zhiyuan's car came out, Lin Zhong didn't say hello because Zhu Zhiyuan didn't tell Lin Zhong where he was going.
But his land patrol was so unique that as soon as he made a small move, someone would be watching him. When he officially started on the road to Yangmei Town, the phone call naturally came to Yang Tong.
Yang Tong had been waiting for a long time, but Zhu Zhiyuan's car stopped at Fengyu Bridge instead of entering the town. He couldn't wait any longer, so he rushed over.
Of course he knew that he had disturbed Zhu Zhiyuan, and he felt really sorry.
Gong Fenghuang's aura was also very strong, and Yang Tong could tell with just one look that this woman was not idle either.
How could he, a small town mayor in a ravine, have any temper against someone like Zhu Zhiyuan Gong Fenghuang?
Gong Fenghuang didn't want to talk to Yang Tong, so Zhu Zhiyuan naturally wouldn't introduce it to them by force, but changed the topic: "Mayor Yang, your bridge must be old."
"This bridge is really old." Yang Tong nodded: "Really, this bridge dates back to the Northern Song Dynasty?"
"So ancient?" Zhu Zhiyuan was shocked.
"This bridge was indeed first built during the Northern Song Dynasty." Tongyang said, "There is a monument over there. Assistant Zhu, you will know after taking a look at it. However, the current bridge was renovated after liberation."
"That's what I said." Zhu Zhiyuan said: "There are some old buildings in my hometown. Ordinary wood will split and deform after it lasts for decades. Wooden buildings that are really hundreds of years old are very rare. See you."
"That's for sure." Tong Yang said: "The wood has been deformed and split for a long time, but the most important thing is that wooden bridges are prone to fires, wars, accidental fires, and lightning strikes."
He sighed as he spoke: "This bridge has been destroyed and repaired, and repaired and destroyed, it can be considered that it has endured a long time."
"Actually, the accumulation of time is a kind of wealth." Zhu Zhiyuan looked around: "If tourism starts, this bridge alone will be a very good attraction."
"How can anyone come to visit our mountain valley?" Yang Tong smiled bitterly.
Zhu Zhiyuan nodded and said nothing.
This is a fact.
The bridge is good, and the scenery of many famous scenic spots may not be better than the Wind and Rain Bridge here, but they have created a brand, that is, people go there, but this place is unknown, so no one comes.
Just like bayberry wine, it tastes as good as any other wine, but the market doesn’t recognize bayberry wine. What can be done?
"Yangmei this year is a new year." Zhu Zhiyuan changed the subject.
"This year is an end of the year."
There was a smile on Yang Tong's face: "We have some more than 300-year-old plum trees here. Those plums are delicious. I will choose some and send them to Assistant Zhu."
"Then thank you in advance." Zhu Zhiyuan said with a smile: "There are bayberry trees in my hometown. When you say that, my mouth is watering."
He said this without any airs. Yang Tong became happy and laughed, and several town staff behind him also laughed.
"How many bayberry trees are there in Bayberry Town?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked: "I came here all the way and saw a lot of them on the roadside, and some mountains were even more numerous."
"There are more than 50,000 plants." Yang Tong said: "There used to be more, but then many were cut down."
"Why did you cut it?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked.
"It's of no use." Yang Tong pointed to both sides of the river: "It used to be everywhere on both sides of the river, but then they were all cut down, and now you can't see them anymore."
"Why are bayberry useless?" Zhu Zhiyuan was still puzzled: "It's delicious and beautiful."
"That's the opinion of outsiders." Yang Tong smiled bitterly: "Outsiders only take a look at it and only see the benefits of bayberry, which is good-looking and delicious, but locals don't see it that way."
Seeing Zhu Zhiyuan looking at him, Gong Fenghuang also turned his head and said: "Yangmei is delicious, but if there are too many, no one will eat it. It is sour. No matter how good the bayberry is, even if it is ripe, you will not be able to eat it for a day." If you eat one or two pounds, you won’t be able to eat anymore, and if you eat any more, your teeth will fall out.”
"That's true." Zhu Zhiyuan nodded: "When I was a child, I often ate too much bayberry, and then my teeth became completely soft."
He turned to look at Gong Fenghuang: "Have you ever had such an experience?"
Gong Fenghuang nodded and said nothing.
Yang Tong glanced at her delicate red lips, hurriedly looked away, and said: "There are too many bayberries here, and no one eats them. When the bayberries are ripe, they fall and rot on the ground. When the rain soaks them, they will still be eaten." It stunk, so later on, there were some relatively flat areas along the river where other crops could be planted, and most of them were cut down.”
"If you can't eat it yourself, can you sell it?" Zhu Zhiyuan shook his head: "It would be a pity to cut it off."
Seeing that Yang Tong was silent, he smiled bitterly and said, "Can't we sell it yet? It's impossible. The bayberries you have here are fine."
"It's not that the bayberries are bad." Comrade Yang said: "The bayberries here are good, especially the white ones, which are big and sweet. They are far more delicious than the red and black plums. Our locals love to eat them and basically only eat them. White plum."
He paused for a moment: "But selling it is another matter. Who should I sell it to? People in the town can go up the mountain. If you have relatives in distant towns, just give a little away. If you go to the county, you won't be able to sell it for much. Hushan County has a total of There are only a few people, and one hundred and two hundred thousand kilograms is a big deal, but we have nearly one hundred thousand bayberry trees alone, and one tree weighs one hundred kilograms, so how much does that cost?"
This is a fact. Bayberry trees bear many fruits. Even if the weather is bad, they can bear hundreds of catties. When the year is good, a bayberry tree that has matured for about five years can bear a thousand or even several thousand catties.
"Should it be shipped to Fulin or even shipped to Dongcheng?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked: "The price is higher in Dongcheng."
He turned to look at Gong Fenghuang: "Sister Gong, the bayberry from Dongcheng seems to cost seven or eight yuan a pound."
"Yes." Gong Fenghuang hummed softly: "If it comes out early, like the ones in Guangdong, it will be available in early May. If the quality is good, it can sell for more than ten yuan per catty."
"What month does it usually go out here?" Zhu Zhiyuan immediately asked Yang Tong.
"Usually around June." Yang Tong said: "Some sunny places, with a lot of sun, can be found at the end of May, and some shady places can be found until the end of June. The average is June."
"It's a little late." Zhu Zhiyuan shook his head slightly: "But it should be okay, can't it be sold to Dongcheng?"
"Difficult." Yang Tong explained: "Fruits like bayberry are different from other fruits. Other fruits, whether pears, dates, apples or oranges, have skins on the outside, like chestnuts, and have skin on the outside. The shell is not easy to break, can withstand long-distance transportation, and is easy to collect and store at home, but bayberry is different."
He said with a wry smile: "Yangmei is the only fruit whose flesh is directly exposed. Its flesh is very tender. If it is touched even slightly, it will break, and it cannot be harvested. If you pick it, even if it is not broken, it will not be broken." You won’t be able to eat it for three to five days at most.”
"That's right." Zhu Zhiyuan suddenly realized: "I didn't pay attention to this problem before. The pulp of bayberry is directly exposed."
He glanced at Gong Fenghuang and then at Yang Tong: "This is indeed a problem. It's bad luck and it's hard to bear."
"That's it." Yang Tong sighed: "Yangmei is delicious, but sour, so you can't eat too much. And the pulp is outside, which is difficult to transport and not resistant to harvesting."
"This is indeed a headache." Zhu Zhiyuan stroked his head.
