Chapter 2839: Unpleasant Pre-Holiday

Looking at the congested traffic in front of him, Xiao Zhijie wanted to honk his horn several times, "I didn't expect that in terms of traffic jams, we in Wuli'ao could catch up with Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou so quickly,"

This was the only street in Wuli'ao, the main street, and it is now the main road in Wuli'ao. Because of the foresight of someone in the back seat, during the initial large-scale planning period, a two-way street was built here. The four-lane road caused many people to exclaim at the time, because even the county town did not have such a standard road.

If you add in the green belts, non-motorized lanes, trails, etc. next to it, the reserved width of this road will dwarf the county seat.

But this road now dwarfs not only the county, but also the city, because it has been widened to eight lanes in both directions.

But even so, looking forward from here, no matter the direction they are going out or the direction they are coming in, there are cars next to each other. The town square has long been in sight, but now, it is still far away. .

Xiao Zhijie felt like he was still in Shenzhen during rush hour.

Not only the traffic on the road is the same, but the tall buildings on both sides of the road, the sky divided by tall buildings, and the hurried pedestrians holding mobile phones on the roadside all look the same as Shenzhen.

Only the sound of fireworks and firecrackers from time to time, and the special New Year's specialties such as glutinous rice cakes, sweet rice wine, etc. that are promoted by the shops on the roadside can bring back some of the New Year's flavor of his childhood.

"Everyone who buys fireworks and firecrackers is so smart," he couldn't help but murmur.

From a small town in the mountains to a metropolis like it is now, Wuli'ao has changed in a few days and nights. However, there are also many leftover habits, or old traditions, such as setting off firecrackers during the Spring Festival. , fireworks, is one of them.

At that time, Sheng Zheng considered integrating with the big cities and prohibiting the setting off of fireworks and firecrackers within Wuli'ao, but in the end it was ignored. Even Feng Jiachong did not support this work.

However, some regulations have been made in other aspects.

For example, due to safety considerations, it is difficult to see fireworks in the town. In order to meet everyone's requests, more than 100 festive tents were set up in open places in the town after the 20th of the twelfth lunar month. Specializing in fireworks.

These uniform tents look really tall.

There is one not far ahead. At this time, the door is full of customers and it is very lively.

"This business makes me jealous when I look at it," Xiao Zhijie muttered.

Are you all rich? When they were young, many children wanted to play with firecrackers and had to go to the confetti of set off firecrackers to find fish that slipped through the net. Nor was it the primary stage of throwing firecrackers. Those little guys What he held in his hands were all kinds of fireworks.

Because of the increase in the total population and the increase in purchases by various stores, according to Owen and his team's measurement results, Wuli'ao has also caught up with the trend in another aspect, that is, smog, in the past two days since returning.

According to data analysis, these days, the haze is between mild and moderate.

However, in their impression, winter at home is always gray because there are few sunny days, which makes their senses insensitive to this matter.

On the contrary, they felt very friendly when they smelled the smell of fireworks in the air.

"How about we just find a place to park and we can walk there?" Xiao Zhijie said.

After another long time, when no one said a word to the two people in the back seat, he couldn't help but said, "I mean, you two really think of me as the driver, right?"

"It's you who wants to drive the car yourself," the person in the back seat finally spoke. It was Wang Changning.

He had been looking outside.

This time of year reminds people of times past.

But he didn't have much impression of the town before, and it was even more difficult to find or piece together the former Wuli'ao in this completely modern city.

So much so that he now feels lost, a little happy, and not at ease.

It feels like someone who has stayed abroad for several years and is doing well, and then returns to China after a few years. On the one hand, he is happy with the development of the country, but on the other hand, he is a little worried. If this happens again, If I go down, I might not be able to keep up with the development of my hometown the next time I come back.

You know, he goes back to Wuli'ao at least once a year.

Feng Yiping was still looking at his phone and said without raising his head, "I don't want to get off the car and leave."

Xiao Zhijie also agreed with this point, "That's right, if you get off the car, then we will only go slower,"

Feng Yiping, who has not been publicly seen in Wuli'ao for some time, would definitely cause the worst congestion if he got off the bus.

Finally, they slowly approached the square.

At this time, the traffic volume of this huge square is comparable to that of the station squares of railway stations in cities such as Yangcheng.

It's just that the rare icy rain there caused stranded people returning home for the festival, and the bustling crowd here is because the entire square is now the largest New Year's market in Wuli'ao.

It was already the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month. Feng Yiping, who had just returned to Feng's home yesterday afternoon, called Xiao Zhijie and Wang Changning last night and said he wanted to drink.

The two people quickly abandoned their wives and children and ran to town, but just after having a drink, Xiao Zhijie suggested coming here to watch the excitement and feel the atmosphere of the long-lost New Year, and then they were stuck in the traffic.

"Don't stop," Feng Yiping said hurriedly when he saw that he was about to lean aside.

It's like this here, how can we go on?

"Go back?" Xiao Zhijie asked.

"It will take a long time to go back," Wang Changning said.

"Drive forward, to the optical base," Feng Yiping said simply.

How should I put it? He was a little unhappy at home, of course because of personal problems.

His father said a few excessive words, and he couldn't help but say a few words.

It's not that he is unfilial or anything, to be honest, he is under a lot of pressure.

The main thing he thought about was the strategy he had decided on, which was that starting from next year, a series of marriages and divorces would bring various problems and pressures to everyone.

Although he felt that this was the best solution, he couldn't relax at all when he thought that such a decision would directly affect several families.

This time, neither the father nor the son wanted to take the initiative to give in.

For Feng Zhenchang, Huang Jingping also brought her daughter back this year, but she still couldn't live at home legitimately.

Although Huang Chengzhong and his wife have been silent for many years, and the people in the village and town are used to it, for a person like him who is reasonable, such tolerance has put more pressure on him.

Everything was fine, why did the current unsatisfactory situation happen? It is naturally because his son did not handle it well.

And Feng Yiping felt that his parents did not understand him enough.

He and Huang Jingping have not been married for so many years. He believes that his parents can guess why this is probably the case, especially when they already know Ma Ling and Vincent.

But now they are putting pressure on him on this issue. He feels that his parents care more about their own face than forgiving him as a son... He just wants to get drunk with these two best friends at this time.

To be honest, friends are still good. As soon as they say they want to drink, they come over immediately without asking why.

This makes Feng Yiping feel very relaxed.

"Why, when we get to the optical base, let the helicopter take us back to the villa halfway up the mountain?" Xiao Zhijie said with a smile, listening to the roar of the helicopter above his head.

They both probably knew why their old classmate called to ask for a drink, but they also believed that Feng Yiping should be able to handle this problem.

"I'm afraid of heights on helicopters," Feng Yiping said, "Let's go to the optical base and find a place to drink there."

"Yes, the living area over there is really nice, and the mountain next to it is well maintained," Xiao Zhijie said halfway and remembered something, "Hey, why do I feel that what you said is particularly unreasonable? You are afraid of heights on helicopters, but you are not afraid of heights on the Gulfstream, which flies higher?"

How could Feng Yiping say that he was worried about the safety of the helicopter? He only said, "This is the busiest time for several helicopters at the airport. It's not good to steal the limelight."

Yes, at the end of the year, the helicopter airport, which is usually quiet, suddenly became lively.

Some people who do business here fly directly to the provincial capital for transfer, and some people from Wuli'ao who are in other places take helicopters back directly from the provincial capital - this seems to have become a trend among some people.

Therefore, the airport had to suspend its main activity, taking people to overlook Wuli'ao and nearby businesses from the air.

Wang Changning asked another question, "Yiping, do you have any other ideas for the optical base, such as using it to enter the panel industry?"