For country people, two miles is nothing.
After the town staff shouted a few times with a tin loudspeaker, Old Xu and his family pushed their carts and continued walking north without saying a word.
The market was temporarily moved to the Mining Bureau, which wasn’t a big problem, just an extra two miles to walk.
It will be there in less than two cigarettes.
Not long after turning north, people who came to the market like Lao Xu's family saw a brand new sign erected on the side of the road.
[The market is temporarily moved to two miles ahead.]
No one thought anything of it, except Old Xu's son, who felt a little strange.
He always felt that the dewdrops on the sign were suspicious. Didn’t they just decide to move the market place?
Why does it look to him like this sign was put up last night?
"Why think so much?"
Old Xu glared at his son unhappily.
"Will the government still try to trick you?"
"If you're really smart, you should use your brain more on blind dates. Every time you go on a blind date, it's like a saw-mouthed gourd, you can't even kick a fart!"
The people who came to the market together burst into laughter, and Old Xu's son was so embarrassed that he dared not to have any more wild thoughts.
The large crowd of people quickly walked a mile. Someone with sharp eyes saw from afar that a large group of people were coming from the western fork in the road.
"Hey, why are the people from Zhaowang Village coming here too?"
When the two sides met, they found out that the other town was also using slag as landfill, so they had no choice but to change the location of the market to the old parking lot of the Mining Bureau more than three miles away.
The crowds on both sides didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
For example, Old Xu was grinning.
"I think it's good. It's just a few more miles to walk, and I can also participate in a real big fair."
Before, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to sell all the things on his cart, but this time the number of people at the fair has doubled, which is exactly what he wanted.
The huge crowd walked forward a little further and saw a large sign erected on the side of the road from a distance.
[Entrance to Laicheng Market].
Old Xu, who was pushing the cart, and a few friends who were chatting along the way became excited.
How did it become a city-wide fair?
There is such a good thing! ?
Everyone quickened their pace, fearing that they would be late and miss out on a good spot.
People from the two towns who were going to the market hurried into the old parking lot and found that many people were already there!
"Hey, some of these people look familiar to me. Aren't they the people who specialize in doing business at the big market in the urban-rural fringe area?"
There were many small white grids marked on the large flat cement floor. A small vendor who was displaying his goods in the small grids heard the villagers' discussions and smiled helplessly.
"Hey, don't mention it!"
"The big market area at the junction of urban and rural areas was originally a wild field, but it has long been trampled into potholes."
"I don't know what the manager did. He chose to fill the slag today. The Mining Bureau even sent a sprinkler truck. So, all of us, over a thousand people, had to walk two more miles to be temporarily moved here."
Old Xu stepped on the flat ground and smiled.
“But I always think this place is pretty good.”
The peddler saw Lao Xu pushing his cart and about to park in a grid, and hurriedly reminded him.
"Don't stop by yourselves, fellow villagers. The rules of the big market here at the Mining Bureau are very strict."
"The daily management fee for a small open-air space is two cents. Your car will take up two, so that's four cents."
He pointed to the queue not far away.
"You have to pay first to get the ticket, and then tell them what you want to sell. The ticket they issue will have your grid number on it. Similar transactions are all in the same area."
Old Xu's son looked around and immediately set his sights on the area under the two large rows of asbestos tiles.
The location is in the middle, away from wind and rain.
As a result, the father and son squeezed to the front and looked at the price list. They found that the management fee for the stall under the asbestos tiles was 1.5 cents a day.
The family discussed for a long time and finally decided to rent two open-air grids.
By eight o'clock in the morning, the huge old parking lot was already packed.
All the more than 600 stalls planned were rented out and sold out.
Moreover, more and more people came to participate in the fair, and the entire market was bustling with thousands of villagers from all over the country purchasing goods.
Such a lively scene also attracted a large number of family members from the Mining Bureau.
Around ten o'clock, the villagers who arrived late even set up stalls on the two newly opened slag roads, and at one point even extended to the city road and county road.
A minibus was parked crookedly on the side of the county road, and the driver was cursing while braking.
"What's going on today? Why are there road repairs on several shortcuts?"
Then he turned and shouted into the carriage.
"Alright, alright, I finally found the venue for the meeting. Get out of the car!"
Suddenly, a long car horn was heard in front of the minibus.
A huge blue and white bus squeezed over.
"What the hell is going on with the planning department of the Mining Bureau? Why did they move the temporary stop sign here?"
The impatient bus driver hadn't finished getting off all the passengers when he saw a bus from another route coming over.
"Why did your car come here?"
"Oh, don't mention it!"
"Two slag trucks from the Mining Bureau broke down along the route I was taking. I saw a person wearing a red armband and holding a small red flag pointing in that direction, so I just drove over."
"Honestly, I've never seen such a large gathering. What is the Mining Bureau trying to do?"
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