Out of the restaurant of mutton steamed buns, the two Koreans went to play again.

At this time, Xi'an's tourism industry, although the culture is thick, has not yet developed to that point, and is still engaged in economic construction and infrastructure construction, which has not developed at all.

Roads are being built everywhere.

The dust has not been cleaned up at all.

The air feels cloudy.

In addition, the geology of the Central Plains is relatively soft, close to the high slopes of loess, and the desertification of the soil and surface is very serious.

Anyone who has visited the Terracotta Warriors and Horses must know that the place where the Terracotta Warriors and Horses are buried is the sand and stone pit.

Therefore, the ancient city of Xi'an gives people the feeling of being groggy, unlike Hainan, where the sky is high and the water is far away, and the air has a salty taste.

It's not like Tibet, the plateau, the sky feels comfortable, and the air is as fresh as mint.

The city center is fine, but the surrounding scenic area is even worse.

If you stand under the ancient city wall and see the ten-mile sand field below, your eyes will be closed, the killing sound will shake the sky, and the yellow sand will cover the ground.

It's a bit of a blockbuster movie.

Those Tang bricks and Han tiles, the boulder city walls from the pre-Qin and Warring States periods, convey a feeling of dust fluttering rather than quaint.

Workers and their families in Xi'an, as well as the majority of the urban population, are busy going to work.

There are only some old men and old ladies in these scenic spots, and occasionally some young people are mostly hawkers, plus there are occasional peasant ox carts, horse-drawn carriages make a cameo, and accidentally soak cow dung under the ancient city wall.

It's all in the 90s, and it still gives people the feeling of looking at old ink pieces.

And in this old age, two Koreans, dressed in fancy clothes, wear a pair of sunglasses in winter, and perm a curly hair, one of which is also highlighted and dyed blonde.

A pair of cameras are hung.

There is a great presence in this picture.

Holding the camera, he kept capturing the images around him.

Old ox carts, under the ruined city walls, trembling old men dressed in white-washed tunics.

There are also some farmers in northern Shaanxi, with white handkerchiefs wrapped around their heads, and a pair of rack carts in their hands, with several sacks piled on them.

The two Koreans don't shoot well, they shoot these net.

Immediately out of the box of photos, obviously in the 90s, he just took a picture of the level of the Republic of China period for you.

That Park Zhengyu shook a photo in his hand and said: "Cheng Huanxi, these photos are sent to the Republic of China Magazine, they are doing an impression of China, and they will definitely be able to sell them at a good price." ”

Kim Sung-hwan shook his head disdainfully.

It's pretty much the same.

Under the leadership of translator Cheng Yu, he was ready to return to the hotel in the city center.

A fruit vendor on the side of the road with pears, apples, oranges, grapefruits.

The geology of the Guanzhong Plain is soft, it is a large agricultural province, and the red Fuji introduced by Shaanxi is in better condition than the original origin.

At this time, the pile of red Fuji on the fruit stand is bigger than an adult's fist.

It's seductively red.

The owner of the stall shouted enthusiastically, "Hey, boss, buy some fruit?"

The two Koreans stopped.

Seeing that they were very interested, the interpreter asked, "How much is a pound?"

"3 pieces of 5. ”

The two Koreans stood still.

Cheng Yu planned to pay for it himself and buy a few catties.

So I picked 10 of them.

The stall owner quickly put it into a plastic bag, held a portable scale, and weighed it well: "4 catties and 2 taels, count 4 catties for you, 14 yuan."

Cheng Yu was about to pay.

Kim Sung-hwan reached over, pressed the plastic bag on the stall, put one hand behind his back, and said in Korean: "Cheng Yujun, tell him 3 yuan, otherwise he won't buy it." ”

"It doesn't matter, I'm in for a treat. ”

Jin Chenghuan was stunned, looked at Cheng Yu very seriously, and said, "Tell him, three yuan." ”

Cheng Yu didn't understand the situation, but he didn't dare to disobey him.

These two Koreans, traveling all the way to the mountains and rivers, spending lavishly, but what are they more energetic about these two dollars?

"It's expensive, my two foreign guests said 3 yuan, a little cheaper. ”

The vendor said, "Okay, what's changed, don't buy it." ”

Kim Sung-hwan turned his head and left.

I didn't take two steps.

The vendor shouted, "Hey, forget it, come back, I'll sell it to you for 3 yuan." ”

After succeeding, Jin Chenghuan sneered and said: "Consumption is consumption, that's what I want, but from the standpoint of a businessman, you have to learn to reduce costs in all aspects, Cheng Yujun." Stretched out his hand and patted Cheng Yu's shoulder: "You still have a lot to learn." ”

I saw Kim Sung-hwan's encouraging eyes.

Cheng Yu was inexhaustible, stood up straight, learned from the Koreans to copy the book, and bowed slightly: "Thank you Cheng Huanxi for your advice." ”

Return to your hotel.

In the next room lived two men, employees of a foreign trade company in Lianyungang.

Along the way, he followed two Koreans and acted as an agent for them in export customs declarations.

After a week, it should be done.

But these two guys traveled all the way, even when they arrived in Xi'an, they also went to climb Huashan.

They have been staying in this hotel for a week.

I've been waiting impatiently.

When he saw two Koreans coming back, he immediately ran over and knocked on the door.

An impatient look, but they didn't dare to show it, they had been cooperating with Lingyan Company for three years.

Every year, you can earn a considerable amount of agency fees.

He whispered: "Mr. Jin Chenghuan, I want to remind you that your business visa is already halfway over, and there is still a customs declaration process when you go back, so you can't delay it anymore." ”

Jin Chenghuan put down the photo in his hand, and he was still a little unsatisfied.

After thinking about it, he still said, "Then let's go to Fuping tomorrow." ”

The two foreign trade clerks said: "Then don't bother you, rest early, and we'll arrange tomorrow's trip." ”

"Wait. ”

Jin Chenghuan stopped the two again: "There is another thing, the club has once again decided to reduce the cost of procurement." ”

When the two foreign trade clerks heard this, they said, "How can it be lowered again?"

In Fuping, the wholesale price of persimmons is 2 yuan a catty, but due to the large volume and the export order, they have been pressed to 1 yuan and 6 cents a catty.

"How much more?"

"20 points. ”

"20 points?" said one of the foreign trade clerks in surprise: "1 piece 3? ”

Jin Chenghuan waved his hand: "This is the decision of the club, you don't need to say it again, this consultation, I will talk about it in person, go out." ”

The two clerks closed the door and went back to their rooms.

"1 piece 3 What about feeding pigs? Pig feed is more than this price, these Koreans are too greedy. One said indignantly.

The other is much older: "If he wants to talk, let him talk about it himself, anyway, if he didn't sign the purchase and sale contract, he is willing to bargain and let him cut it himself, and we are not to blame if the talks collapse." ”

"What if this order is yellow? Mr. Liu, how can we explain it?"

Lao Cheng said: "What's this, it's not that much salary." He turned around and scolded: "Talk about collapse early, go back early, it's been a half-month delay." ”

The two clerks put on their clothes and shoes and went out to arrange the car.

On the other side, Fan Yang and others had already rushed to Fuping.

Fuping is a county, the place is not large, in the Guanzhong Plain, and the high slope of the loess in the transition zone.

The remnants of the Qinling Mountains.

Geographically, it belongs to the mid-mountain region and is rich in forest resources.

In terms of climate, it belongs to the warm temperate monsoon climate.

It's about the same as Wenchuan.

All of them are suitable areas for agricultural and forestry production.

The vegetation in the mountains is abundant, the trees are tall and have a high oxygen content.

Walking to this place, the air became fresh again.

Unlike Wenchuan, the agriculture in this place is also very good.

There are layers of terraced rice fields on the hillside.

Fuping is a large agricultural county with 32 townships under it.

These 32 townships all have persimmons cultivated.

But not every township uses persimmons as the main resource.

Because the economic benefits of this era are not yet obvious.

You can't make much money if you plant it.

So excellent persimmons, persimmons, only a few towns in the main production.

One of the most important persimmon production areas is Majiapo.

It is also called Majiaping.

The Lingshuang Marquis of Zhu Yuanzhang's imperial seal is in this place.

Fan Yang's purpose was clear, he didn't stay too long, said hello, and rushed to Majiapo.

Casually smearing the steering wheel on the mountain path, Fan Yang opened the car window, and several people enjoyed the idyllic scenery on the roadside.

Suddenly, I saw an empty hillside in front of me.

There is a bare tree growing on it.

It grows intricately and looks like it is fangs and claws, but the trees are quite tall.

There was not a single leaf left on the tree.

The trunk is also pitch black.

But those branches are full of golden persimmons.

There was not a single leaf, but it was full of fruit.

This visual sense, quite magical.

People who see it for the first time, big or small, will be shocked.

But whether it is the army or the red soldiers, whether Zhao Guangming or not, they are used to seeing persimmons in the countryside.

No fuss either.

Just feel kind.

I parked the car and went around under the persimmon tree, it should be a wild persimmon tree, I don't know how many years it has been.

There is no pruning and pruning, and no one manages it, so the persimmon is not big, only slightly larger than a ping pong ball.

But many.

No one picked the persimmons on it, and many of them hung on the branches, and they were all dying.

The ground also fell everywhere.

"Let's go, there is Majiapo in front. ”

In his previous life, Fan Yang had been here, and he had also come to visit the Lingshuang Hou.

I got on the country road and passed through the pass of Majiapo, but I didn't see the sign of "The World's Best Persimmon Producing Area" in later generations.

Now in 92 years, the persimmons of Fuping are still hidden in the mountains and have not been excavated.

The standard of living of the peasants is also at the poverty line.

On the way here, I only saw a few persimmon trees occasionally.

As soon as I entered Majiapo, there were more persimmon trees.

It has also begun to be planted in patches.

There were several orchards, all of which were paid tribute to each other.

The persimmon tree is a famous longevity fruit tree, and the most famous Lingshuang Hou, also known as the persimmon longevity star, is already 1,200 years old.

The history is extremely long.

That's why Fuping's persimmons are so famous, and those mountains and forests, and hundreds of years of fruit trees, also have a lot to do with it.

You just can't get the taste of other people anywhere else.

The farmhouse on the side of the road has been making persimmons for a long time.

In other places, persimmons are dried in a dustpan.

And Fuping is hung up to dry.

It's like Turpan raisins.

It's also like the corn cob in the Northeast.

In the peasant's house, a long string of persimmons hung under the eaves.

It's like a curtain.

With a golden color, it is very beautiful.

Along the country road, Fan Yang drove the car directly to the Majiapo Township Office.

Let the army and the Red Soldiers wait in the car.

He and Zhao Guangming entered the township office.

After a while, a strange face came out.

As soon as I got in the car, I couldn't help it anymore, laughed, and rarely scolded with dirty words: "These Koreans are so damn that they don't even sign the purchase and sale contract, isn't it stupid." ”