Travel Notes|Sichuan-Zigong

People in Sichuan speak indiscriminately, except for one city - Zigong.

In addition to the unique accent of Zigong people, Zigong's salt industry history, cold eating rabbits, and lantern festivals, at least in Sichuan, are still well-known.

This is not the first time I have paid tribute, especially since today I did not go to the Salt Museum and eat cold rabbit like last time, but today I really want to write a few words.

Salt Industry Museum | Zigong

Maybe I was infected by the enthusiasm of the Zigong people. Of course, I met only a few people among the tens of thousands of Zigong people, but just because of these few people, I had a good impression of this cold-looking city.

There is no high-speed rail service from Chengdu to Zigong, so it can only take 3 hours by bus. In order to save transportation time at both ends, my colleagues recommended that I book a business ticket on E-Lai Passenger Transport.

Unexpectedly, it took an hour to pick up passengers in Chengdu. The original three-hour drive turned into four hours. I felt sorry for my crispy tailbone.

The driver looked young and very talkative. It was obvious that driving was a career he loved very much, not to mention his skills. Along the way, he kept talking about the interesting things he encountered in his sports car.

For example, CCTV arranged for their team to go to Yunnan to shoot a documentary, and all the team members were asked to perform as extras. I was lucky enough to appear on CCTV for a second.

Every time a passenger charters a car to travel, he will also visit nearby scenic spots on the way back to see the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

There was pride in his voice when he said this.

During the chat, he learned that I was going back to Chengdu in the evening, so he warmly invited me to book a ticket for the return trip at 5pm, with him driving.

Salt Industry Museum | Zigong

The time we arrived at our destination was 1:30 p.m. The man at the door told me that the office staff I wanted to visit would only go to work at 2:30, and asked me to walk around. The stone stools inside were very cold even when I sat on them.

As it happened, I was going to a nearby town, so I took a taxi and headed to a small town called Shuping. The master is a young guy, he looks younger than me.

Seeing that I was also a young man, the young man started chatting enthusiastically and said that his last passenger claimed to be Dilireba’s agent.

Then he introduced Shuping to me, saying that he was very poor and the houses looked like they were in the 1970s and 1980s.

It's not easy to take a taxi on the return trip. Taking a black taxi is easy to get "knocked on," so I was advised to take the bus out of town and then take a taxi.

Old Street | Zigong

When he arrived at his destination, it was as he said. The house was very dilapidated and there were only a handful of pedestrians on the road.

There was still half an hour before work, so I sat in the courtyard of the office building for a while. The policemen had a cat and gave birth to several litters of kittens.

The scene of the burly policeman playing with the cat is indeed somewhat cute.

The matter was quickly settled, and I was standing on the side of the road preparing to navigate and find a route. A small brown car stopped and asked me if I was ready to take a taxi.

When he saw me getting into the car, the master put on a mask. Along the way, he talked about his daughter studying in college in Chengdu, and about the elders and younger ones. He also mentioned that besides working at the taxi company, He also used his own car to run business. He seemed to complain a little about his hard work, but his tone was filled with satisfaction.

When I returned to the office in the city, I read the health code and took my temperature. The uncle told me directly: "Stay close, turn left and enter the alley."

People come and go, but I didn’t expect that he would still remember me.

Salt Industry Museum | Zigong

I didn’t have a Ding Yilai ticket for the return trip, so I took the bus from the bus station instead.

The chatty young master specifically sent me a text message asking me why I didn’t book a ticket. After explaining the reason, I thanked him and hoped that I could ride in his car again if I had the opportunity in the future.

There were only five or six people on the bus, and the master told everyone that they could sit wherever they wanted.

I carried my bag and sat at the door. The master joked: If you go further, you should sit in my seat.

A passenger chimed in: "Ask the master to give you a seat!"

"Everyone, fasten your seat belts and don't stop on the road. It's just a matter of time!" Following the master's slightly humorous instructions, I finally made my way back after running around for a day.

It was already eight o'clock when I got home. I was a little tired physically, but I felt very happy.

Maybe we don’t need to be too deliberate about being kind to others. If we live a good life, complain less and have more positive emotions, we can bring happiness to the people around us.

I would like to thank the lovely Zigong people I met by chance throughout the day.