Writing a story about memories from so many years ago requires arousing emotions. In the warm sunshine of an early winter afternoon, find a small restaurant and choose a seat you like. With the warmth of the sun, your thoughts begin to flow backwards and slowly roll over.
S completed the decoration, recruited good staff, was busy, everything was ready, and finally opened for business. The problem came, zero occupancy rate, yes, almost zero occupancy rate. The fatigue after the decoration had not recovered yet, and a new and more difficult topic came, promoting oneself, promoting oneself, and how to operate. This was a problem for S at the time. S was not very good at online activities and not good at promoting itself. After two months, Ya Alexander's feeling came quietly, and he began to feel anxious. He couldn't sleep at night. The wonderful feeling of traveling to various countries for many years suddenly made it difficult to survive, and he had debts. He had borrowed money from a bank for the renovation money. The bank in Singapore seemed to have mortgaged his house in Singapore, and the bank had already started to collect debts. He later said that he was exhausted at that time. What poems and distances, the poems had long since disappeared, and the distance was really far away. . .
Let’s take a look at the period when S was very anxious. At that time, I just quit my job and traveled around to Daocheng. In March 2004, Daocheng was much more desolate than it is now. There were more than 10,000 people in the county, and the entire county was basically a T-intersection. , there was an Internet cafe, and there were no tourists. I walked around the street with my bag on my back, stayed at the county grain bureau guest house, had some food in the restaurant and chatted with the boss for a while. When I went out to the street the next day, everyone basically knew that I was the Shanghainese who came yesterday. . . In a small place, everyone knows that small and big things spread quickly.
At that time, I no longer had the mentality of a tourist, wandering around casually without a clear purpose. The conditions in Daocheng were difficult and water was scarce. Tap water was supplied for four hours from 10 am to 2 pm every day to make lunch and store water. Even so, when I turned on the faucet, the water flow felt about half the diameter of chopsticks. . . I asked someone about a village with a hot spring in front of me. I left the county and walked in the direction of a village. I walked about 3 kilometers. There was no road. They were all dirt roads or roads made by people. I wanted to go back, but I continued walking forward and saw a small village with more than a dozen households. At the end of the village, I saw a hot spring. It was steaming. I was at the source. I wandered around the door of the house next door for a while and saw an old lady inside. She was actually not that old at the time (I later came back to see her after seventeen years. She was still the same old lady and had not changed at all). I said hello to her, and she smiled and asked me to come in and sit. This was the starting point of my story about opening a hot spring inn here.
Her family built about ten cabins and introduced hot spring water for people to soak in the hot springs. For 5 yuan, you can soak in the hot springs in a cabin.