When the two of them arrived in Yangcheng City, it was around three or four in the afternoon. Neither of them had much luggage. After exiting the station, Xue Jianian led Jingqiu onto a tricycle and said, "Uncle, how much to North City Textile Factory?"
"Ten cents."
"Jingqiu, come on up."
Lu Jingqiu boarded the tricycle and looked around curiously, noticing many other tricycles parked beside theirs, as well as those coming from the city, laden with goods.
She immediately realized that people from all over the country were coming here to purchase goods, giving rise to the tricycle freight business.
The man pedaled the tricycle through various alleys.
At this time in Yangcheng, large-scale real estate development had not yet begun, and there were even sporadic patches of lush green farmland in the city center.
Of course, some buildings were taller than those in West City; even the tallest buildings in Capital City were not as high.
