Chen Xia didn't bother to correct him. "Director Ye, Director Sun should have told you everything about me. Honey is a necessary ingredient for our unit to make pills, so some of our colleagues are scattered across Nanyun Province to purchase it. I'm sorry to bother you."
Director Ye rubbed his hands. "What do you mean by trouble? You're the one taking care of us. But Chief Chen, could you wait for us for a few days? We have a lot of honey, but it takes time to transfer it."
“How many days will it take?”
"No more than a week. I wonder if it's convenient for Section Chief Chen?"
Chen Xia thought about it and realized he had plenty of time this time, so he nodded and agreed, "Okay, I'll wait a week."
Ye Luo and Sun Kunxing didn't expect Chen Xia to be so easy to talk to, and they were very happy:
"Chief Chen, you can rest assured and stay at the guesthouse. We will cover all the expenses. The scenery in Dali is very beautiful. You can also go to the ancient city and Erhai Lake."
Finally, Chen Xia left a deposit of 500 yuan and left.
There was no mobile internet back then, and the cinema always showed the same old movies, so Chen Xia took out his bicycle from the space, put a camera around his neck, and started wandering around Dali like a reporter.
When he was riding his bike on the way to Dali Ancient Town, he saw a lot of people gathered in an open space outside the city. There were so many people setting up stalls there, selling all kinds of things, that there was no end in sight.
Chen Xia handed a cigarette to an old man on the side of the road. "Uncle, I want to ask, are they having a market here?"
"Yes, this is the Spring Fair, it will be held for 5 consecutive days, and today is only the first day."
Chen Xia thought that he was bored anyway, so he spent 1 cent to store his bicycle and slowly followed the crowd going to the market.
Along the way, there are many people selling vegetables, meat, wild animals, and various local specialties, and there are also many people selling daily necessities.
After walking around, I found that there was only one stall selling cloth, and there were crowds of people in front of the stall. Local ethnic minorities were all rushing to buy cloth.
The workers in the cloth shop were so anxious that they were shouting, "Don't push, don't push, our cloth is sold out. Come back during the summer market."
Several young Bai women nearby were furious: "We've only been selling cloth for an hour and it's already sold out! You're really taking advantage of us."
"That's right. Every time I come here, they only sell a few pieces of cloth, and the price is so high. I lined up early in the morning and still couldn't get one."
A middle-aged man wearing glasses stood on the table and explained loudly,
"Fellow villagers, we had a lot of trouble getting these cloths from Sichuan Province, but the quantity is too small. We can't do anything about it. The textile factories in Jiangnan are too far away to ship them to Dali.
If it weren't for the national policy of taking care of our ethnic minority compatriots, we wouldn't be here to sell. You don't even have cloth coupons. You think the price is too high, but in fact, our light industrial store is actually selling at a loss."
It turned out that the light industry store was only responding to the call from the higher authorities, so they symbolically took out 10 pieces of cotton cloth, a total of 300 meters, to sell. After all, the more they sold, the more they lost, and no one was willing to do it.
At the Xiaguan Spring Fair, almost all the people from Dali Prefecture came to shop. This little bit of cloth was not enough to fill their stomachs, so they bought it all in the blink of an eye.
Everyone was discouraged when they heard this. Yes, the freight cost of transporting cloth from Jiangnan to Dali is much more expensive than the cloth itself.
Everyone had no choice but to leave with a look of regret on their faces. Many people were still complaining that they couldn't buy cloth, and that they didn't have cloth coupons to buy it in the city, so the whole family would be left with nothing.
At this time, a voice appeared in the crowd: "Fellow villagers, do you want to buy cloth or fabric?"
Everyone stopped and looked at the young man who suddenly appeared. Even the staff members of the light industry store stretched their necks to look over.
But no one dared to question him, because this young man was carrying a camera around his neck and wearing Dacron. He must not be a cadre or a second-generation rich man, and he must not be offended.
It was the person in charge of the light industry store who spoke first: "Comrade, do you have any cloth? Take it out and show it to everyone. They will definitely want to buy it."
Chen Xia nodded and said with a smile, "Wait for me for a moment. I'll go get some samples for you all to see. If you're satisfied, I have quite a bit of cloth to sell."
With a bang, the crowd in the market exploded.
The ethnic minorities at the nearby market were all urging us to hurry up and bring it over so we can see it. It's harder than climbing to heaven to buy some cloth in our county. I can't believe we still can't buy any cloth at the Xiaguan Spring Fair. It's so frustrating."
"Yes, it took me half a day to get here. I was thinking of making some spring clothes for the kids at home. How can I go out in such hot weather without any clothes?"
"Okay, just wait 10 minutes, I'll be right back."
Chen Xia didn't hesitate. He immediately ran out of the market, got on his bicycle, and sped away. Ten minutes later, he returned with three pieces of cloth tied to the back of his bicycle.
At this time, there were at least hundreds of people waiting to watch the excitement in the market. You have to know that there are at least tens of thousands of floating population every day in this spring fair.
Chen Xia rode his bicycle directly to the stall of the light industry store, took out three pieces of cloth and placed them on the table, then pulled the cloth apart in a flash, and everyone present could not take their eyes off him.
The three pieces of cloth are dark blue, plaid, and small floral patterns. The former is a solid color, while the latter two are colorful patterned cloths.
The three fabrics that looked so rustic in Chen Xia's eyes were, in the eyes of ethnic minorities, as luxurious as tributes that only the emperor could use.
Everyone swallowed their saliva and said to themselves, "This is so beautiful, I want to buy it!"
Chen Xia was a little confused by everyone's reactions. Why did everyone look so dazed? Could it be that these patterns were too rustic and the locals didn't like them?
Although he was anxious in his heart, he still had to shout:
"Don't miss it if you pass by. This is authentic Songjiang cotton cloth. It's breathable, soft to the touch, and comfortable to wear. And look at the patterns, colors, and styles. They are all the latest popular colors in China. The dark blue is suitable for uncles and aunts, and these two bright colors are most suitable for young men and women to make clothes.
Hey, you know what, wearing such beautiful clothes, everyone loves you, flowers bloom when they see them, and cars get flat tires when they see them. Even people in Shanghai and the capital city wear these styles. If you miss out on this shop of mine, you will never be able to find it again. Come, come, come and touch them.
Before Chen Xia could finish bragging, a group of young ladies who came to the market crowded the light industry stall and almost knocked Chen Xia out.
Hundreds of women were chattering and shouting that they wanted to touch and see, like tens of thousands of ducks quacking.
The scene was absolutely filled with red flags flying, huge crowds of people, loud gongs and drums, and firecrackers.
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