Siheyuan: Heavy Industry Revitalizes the Country

The list, itinerary and procedures for the trip south were completed over a weekend.

Accompanying Fang Xiang were his assistant Xiao Wang, secretary Xiao Qi, Xing Yi from the security department, and doctor Yin Qingqiu.

There is also a driver on the vehicle, who is also a part-time employee of the Security Department.

There are 15 people in total, which is not too many, but not too few either.

Also included are the twelve new BMW cars that the factory had recently assembled.

Five 115s, five 320s and two 120s.

The twelve stations in the capital, well... have already been divided up.

Including the two 120s, which are the most mysterious and their whereabouts are unknown.

But Fang Xiang didn't care about this, it was just a few cars.

He can build it anytime he wants.

Only this time, there was no special train, just an ordinary passenger train.

According to Fang Xiang's level, a sleeper berth must be standard configuration.

Even today's trains, unless they are special trains, are not very fast.

The average speed is only about 30 to 40 kilometers.

Therefore, it took three days and three nights to travel from Luoyi to Yangcheng, with countless stops along the way.

After arriving in Guangzhou, Fang Xiang had no intention of staying in this historic city and province famous for foodies.

I just had a taste of the famous local morning tea culture while going through customs formalities.

Unfortunately, compared with the dazzling array of dishes in later generations, there are only a few types of morning tea in Yangcheng today.

Even rice rolls have the same status as barbecued pork and shrimp dumplings, which surprised Fang Xiang a little.

As for the siu mai and egg tarts, maybe because Fang Xiang came at the wrong time, he didn’t see them. I don’t know if they were sold out or not.

But there were no spare ribs, chicken feet, glutinous rice chicken, radish cake or the like.

Perhaps, it was invented or popularized later?

I don’t know what I am thinking about.

After finishing morning tea, the customs clearance documents were also handed over to assistant Xiao Wang.

Sitting in the 320 bus unloaded from the train, with the temporary license issued by the Yangcheng government.

When we arrived at the Luohu Port, we realized that Baoan was right next to it.

Looking up, I saw wilderness and fields everywhere.

"That's Bao'an County, and the deep ditch is called a canal by the local people.

The train station that can be seen now is the Chinese section of the Guangzhou-Kowloon Railway.

Because of convenient transportation and large population concentration, many people secretly run small businesses.

It has become prosperous now, and the Bao'an County Government has also moved from Nantou to Pengcheng Market.

The Pengcheng Ruins was renamed Pengcheng Town.

The original Pengchengxu Railway Station was also renamed Pengcheng Station.

After crossing the Pengcheng River, the next stop is Luohu Station on Hong Kong Island.

Luohu is the name of a bridge on the Pengcheng River, called Luohu Bridge.

As early as the Ming Dynasty, Luohu Bridge was a wooden bridge, which was later changed to a stone bridge.

But some people also say that the bridge at that time was not called Luohu Bridge.

Later, in the 16th year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty, which was 1890.

The deputy prefect submitted a report to the Governor-General of Guangdong and Guangxi, proposing to raise funds from merchants to build a railway from Guangzhou to Kowloon on Hong Kong Island.

However, it was not until the year of the Xinhai Revolution that the road was completed and opened to traffic under the leadership of Mr. Zhan Tianyou.

Later, this railway bridge was named Luohu Bridge.

Two years ago, because there were so many people passing through the customs and it was inconvenient to travel on the bridge, a metal roof was added.

Iron railings were also added on both sides of the bridge and sidewalks were paved.”

The speaker was the guide and liaison officer sent by the Yangcheng government, the deputy director of the Municipal Office.

“Are there so many people?”

At this time, the Luohu Port in front is clearly visible.

There are more and more people on the roadside.

Looking at Fang Xiang's convoy of twelve cars, they quickly moved aside and made room for the middle road.

"Drive slowly, there are too many people here."

Fang Xiang patted Xing Yi on the shoulder.

“Yes, a lot.

Now, the number of people who pass through the customs each year, for which data is available, has reached over 80,000, nearly one million.”

Deputy Director Liang sat next to Fang Xiang and pointed at the passers-by on the roadside who were looking at him curiously.

"More than 80 a year? That's 7 a month, and more than a day?"

Fang Xiang found it a little unbelievable. It was only the 60s. Was there so much communication between the two places?

“In the past few years, more . . .

But there was no data to check at that time, so we went there secretly.

At first they turned a blind eye.

But later there were too many people and they had to be repatriated in large numbers.

It was from that time that the two places began to impose restrictions on illegal immigration and smuggling. "

Deputy Director Liang sighed as he spoke.

Those years are referring to a few years ago when it was difficult to get food.

After listening to this, Fang Xiang was silent.

“We have arrived at the port, and I will take you here.

After crossing the port, there is an office of Xinhua News Agency in Hong Kong.

I think they should have received the news, and maybe they have sent someone to pick us up."

Looking at the soldiers with guns standing guard in front of him, Director Liang spoke again.

"Director Liang, why are you here?"

The port at that time was still very simple, with only the barbed wire that could be seen.

They are the soldiers patrolling back and forth.

The service hall is just a low bungalow.

I guess they saw Fang Xiang's convoy from a long distance away.

A middle-aged man in a white shirt, probably the person in charge of the port, came over jogging.

“This is a staff member of the Academy of Sciences and the chief engineer of Luoqi.

Going to Hong Kong Island on business, this is the customs clearance document issued by Yangcheng.

You check it out.”

Deputy Director Liang took out the documents from the brown paper bag and handed them over.

“These cars don’t have any documents?”

The person in charge of the port quickly looked through it, but found only records of people, but no cars.

"The vehicle belongs to the army. Give the Guangdong Provincial Military District a call. They should have received the notice as well."

Before Fang Xiang could say anything, Xing Yi stepped forward and took out his work ID.

Only then did Fang Xiang realize that Xing Yi's workplace should be the armed forces department of Luoyi.

How come his work ID card had changed to that of the Central-South Military Region?

"Please wait a moment. I'll make a phone call."

The person in charge of the port was stunned for a moment, then he took Xing Yi's work permit, looked through it, and immediately showed respect.

He turned around and trotted to make a phone call.

"Mr. Fang, the sun is strong here, please get in the car first.

Just leave this to me.”

Xing Yi turned his head and pointed at the sun in the sky. The other party wanted to say something.

It is early October now. Although Guangdong Province is in the south, the temperature at this time is not too hot.

The temperature felt like less than 30 degrees. Fang Xiang shook his head and just looked curiously at the passers-by who were constantly passing the checkpoint on the roadside.

And those passers-by looked at Fang Xiang and others with even more curiosity.

Instead, Yin Qingqiu, who was following behind, walked to the back without saying a word, opened the car door, and sat in.

soon.

"I called and they said I'd be allowed to go."

The person in charge soon came over and said with a smile on his face.

"Then I won't send you off. You can drive slower after we pass the border.

Maybe someone from Xinhua News Agency is waiting there."

After Deputy Director Liang shook hands with Fang Xiang, he said something to Xing Yi.

"Okay, thank you."

Fang Xiang and Xing Yi nodded, and got into the car under the gaze of everyone.

As the sound of engines sounded, twelve cars began to pass the level.

Unlike the northern port where soldiers armed with 81 rifles were guarding every three steps, the guards in the south were obviously much fewer.

There were only military police in green uniforms on the roadside. They no longer had rifles in their hands, but only small revolvers on their waists.

All the military police looked at Fang Xiang's convoy with strange eyes.

He looked like he wanted to ask something, but didn't dare to.

Fang Xiang even saw a young policeman who wanted to come over to stop the convoy, but was directly pulled back by an older one.

These are the clothes you often see in movies and TV shows.

Fang Xiang suddenly remembered, is the Inspector Lei who once swept Hong Kong Island now at the peak of his career?

"Hello, Mr. Fang, we meet again."

After passing the port, I saw a Xinhua News Agency staff member holding a sign.

She is not tall and has a shaved head.

But this smiling face seems particularly familiar.