Thirty years later, Fucheng Railway Station is still passable. It can accommodate hundreds of people. There is also a statue of a running woman in the square at the entrance. This person was the first Olympic race walking champion in Fucheng. In order to commemorate her
Fucheng stood her up in front of the station, but the champion later became a foreign national and had nothing to do with Fucheng.
Of course, there is no statue of this champion at Fucheng Station, let alone the statue. Even the station is pitifully small, with only over a hundred seats inside, and a few scattered passengers waiting for the train.
"The train from Fucheng to Shencheng is coming soon, everyone is ready!"
A flight attendant shouted loudly to the passengers with a loudspeaker.
"Here we are, here we are, everyone is ready!"
Zhou Delu immediately greeted everyone.
However, this "almost there" made everyone wait for more than an hour. Liu Lang was almost asleep when he heard the sound of a train whistle in the distance.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft...!"
The huge steam locomotive slowly drove into the platform and stopped steadily with billowing black smoke.
The emerald green carriage was particularly conspicuous, and everyone in the station stood up, because this car was the only passenger car in Fucheng that went to other places, and it only made this trip a day.
The six people got on the train and sat down at random seats. There was no seat number on the ticket anyway. First came first, first seat first, last seat unavailable. However, there were not many people on the train. They were sitting in groups everywhere.
Chatting.
Twenty or thirty years later, no matter what time of day you get on the train, it will be full and there will be almost no empty seats. There will be students going to school, employees working and people traveling. It will be even more crowded during holidays. If you don’t arrive in advance,
I couldn't buy a ticket for half a month, but now, Fucheng is like an isolated island. Only people working in companies will go out for business reasons, and travel is almost impossible to see.
There are only more than 180 kilometers from Fucheng to Shencheng. More than 20 years later, it would only take more than two hours to arrive by train. But now, the slow train moves forward feebly, stopping for a long time along the way.
It took more than twenty times and seven hours to arrive in Shencheng, and Liu Lang slept twice in the car.
"Son, get up!"
His father gently picked up the sleeping Liu Lang, and then Liu Lang opened his eyes.
They set off from Fucheng at around ten in the morning, and now the sun was setting outside.
"Xiao Liu Lang, get up quickly. Shen Cheng is here. This Shen City is much stronger than our Fucheng!"
Zhou Delu said with a smile.
Liu Donglai held his son in his arms and followed the scattered passengers out of the station, looking up at the square in front of him.
"Much stronger? Where is it stronger?"
Liu Lang looked up and saw that everything in front of him was completely different from what it was twenty or thirty years later. It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as unrecognizable.
There are low buildings everywhere, and the tallest one is only seven stories high. They are all old buildings from the former Soviet Union in the 1930s and 1940s. You must know that after more than 20 years, when you walk out of Shencheng Station and look up, you can see at least
A few hundred meters ahead, there are dozens of buildings with dozens of floors. Standing in the square in front of the station, one really feels like sitting in a well and looking at the sky. Wherever you look, you can see the edge of the sky at a glance.
But even this kind of building excited Liu Donglai and several others.
"Look, such a tall building!"
One person pointed to the seven-story building and said.
"That's a bus! Why is there an antenna on it?"
One person pointed at the speeding car on the road and shouted.
"Yes, this is a bus, but what is the antenna for?"
There are no buses in Fucheng yet. This kind of "high-end" stuff can only be seen in newspapers. However, Liu Donglai has seen it on TV a long time ago, but he still doesn't know what this bus with two "antennas" is for.
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"That's a tram!"
Liu Lang said from the side.
"There's a ghost train? What? There's a ghost on the train?"
Several people were startled.
"That's the rail of the track. Didn't you see the two antennas connected to the wires? This kind of car can only run if it absorbs electricity!"
Liu Lang looked at them with "contemptuous" eyes and said.
"Oh! So that's it. This kind of car can also be connected to electricity. It seems to be a high-end car. I'll have to take a ride when I have time. But this guy can't leak electricity, right?"
One person is a little worried.
"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense, let's find a place to live first, you two must be careful about money!"
Zhou Delu ordered in a low voice.
They had already planned on the way here. When they arrived in Shencheng, they would go directly to live near the Provincial Zhengxie Association. Then they would find out where the supply and marketing office was and try to see if they could buy steel. If they could buy it, it would be no trouble.
That big boss, if you can't buy it, go ask others.
Among the six people, only factory director Zhou Delu had been to Shencheng, but he didn't know the direction of the Provincial Zhengxie Association. They went to the train station staff to ask, and after asking for directions, they followed the other person's prompts and came to a bus stop.
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After a while, the bus came slowly. This bus was not a tram. Several people on Zhoude Road breathed a sigh of relief. They got on the bus, and the conductor immediately came up to collect money.
"Where are you going?"
the conductor asked.
“To the city center!”
Zhou Delu replied.
There are no buses from the train station to the Provincial Zhengxie Association, so you can only transfer to the city center.
"Two cents per person, no tickets for children!"
As the other party spoke, he pulled five tickets from his hand. These tickets were white and had green characters on them, with the words "two cents" and "reimbursement based on the ticket" written on them.
"Give you a dime."
Zhou Delu handed the money to the other party and then took five tickets. These tickets had to be taken back for reimbursement.
It was time to get off work, and there were many people on the bus. Liu Donglai was afraid that Liu Lang would be touched, so he picked him up. Several people got on the bus, and the conductor stood in front of the door.
"There is room in the back, people in front should go to the back!"
The front was a little crowded, the conductor shouted, and several people were obedient and walked toward the back door.
As a puff of black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe at the rear of the bus, the bus started to drive forward.
In 1983, even in Shencheng, the capital of Northern Liaoning Province and the largest city in Northeast China, there were very few cars on the road and not many buses, but cyclists were definitely a "spectacle"
, it is time to get off work, and an army of bicycles has formed on the road. Every time the red light turns on at the intersection, nearly a hundred people stop in front of the red light. When the red light turns green, everyone rushes out in a mighty manner.
"Son, you see, this is Shencheng. Everyone has a bicycle, and even the roads are made of hard asphalt. Is it nice here?"
Liu Donglai pointed outside through the car window and said to Liu Lang.
Bicycles are the main means of transportation in this era, but in Fucheng, there are not many people who own bicycles. For example, Liu Lang's family only has two bicycles, one for his father and one for his grandfather, and no one else has them. First, because bicycles are still very small.
Expensive, all you need is one
It’s more than a hundred yuan. Secondly, how big is Fucheng? It’s only two or three kilometers from the city center to the edge of the city, and it only takes half an hour to walk there. Unlike Shencheng, a huge city can be compared to four or five Fucheng.
It takes an hour to cycle from south to north of the city.
Therefore, the share of bicycles among ordinary people in Shencheng is much better than that in Fucheng, which makes Liu Donglai very envious.
"Um!"
Liu Lang just snorted.
Compared with Shencheng 20 or 30 years later, Shencheng now is not even a rural area.