59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

The two of them were so busy that they had to wait for the next day.

Chen Feng held Sha Zhu, and He Yushui led the way in front.

As soon as they entered the No. 95 compound, Yan Bugui, who lived in the front yard, was taking care of the flowers he kept in the compound. When he saw Chen Feng coming in, he quickly stood up and held him.

"Xiao Feng, do you think the teacher takes care of you on weekdays?"

"When you were selected as a Young Pioneer in school, I said a lot of good things to the principal."

Chen Feng stopped and held Sha Zhu with his left hand.

"Uncle Yan, of course I remember your kindness. What do you want me to help you with?"

Yan Bugui came forward and whispered, "What is your secret to fishing?"

"Secret, what secret?"

Chen Feng pretended to be at a loss.

"Just hook the earthworm and throw it directly into the water. Didn't you see it today?"

Yan Bugui said to himself: "Yes, but why can't I catch the same big fish in the same position, the same fishing rod, and the same bait?"

"It shouldn't be!" Chen Feng was puzzled.

Yan Bugui looked at him straight in the eyes.

When he thought that he had no catches, while Chen Feng had caught fish, he wanted to know the reason.

This is a golden chicken that lays golden eggs!

Even if you catch a 3-jin grass carp in a day and sell it in the pigeon market, you can at least make an extra 2 yuan.

Chen Feng whispered, "Uncle, could it be because of my singing?"

"Singing?"

"Yes, I sang "March of the Volunteers" ten times before I went."

"Really?"

"Really, absolutely true."

"Xiao Feng, uncle has little education, don't lie to me."

"Uncle, how could I lie to you?"

Yan Bugui was half-believing and half-doubting, always feeling that this matter was unreliable.

Even if there was green smoke, it should be the ancestral grave!

"Is this a sacrifice to the national destiny?"

Old Yan muttered in a low voice, combining the Feng Shui philosophy and myths and legends of China for thousands of years, and made up a reasonable reason in his mind.

Although he is a primary school Chinese teacher, he actually only studied in a private school and recognized some words.

There is no wind yet, and most of the older generation have strong thoughts of the times. For ghosts and gods, they would rather believe it than not believe it.

'Before I go tomorrow, I will sing it ten times in front of the national flag! ’

‘It doesn’t cost money anyway, and even if it’s not, I don’t lose anything. ’

Passing Yan Bugui, who was muttering to himself and thinking about gains and losses, Chen Feng, He Yushui and a drunk Sha Zhu entered the middle courtyard.

Yi Zhonghai’s family in the middle courtyard had just finished eating, and Yi Zhonghai’s apprentice Jia Dongxu led the group out of Yi’s house with his son Jia Banggeng, his wife Qin Huairu, his daughter Xiaodang, his mother Jia Zhangshi and others.

The Jia family has a large population, and because their household registration follows their mother Qin Huairu, they are also rural household registration. Only Jia Dongxu is an urban household registration and can purchase corresponding rations with the grain book.

The whole family is rural household registration, and it is difficult to survive with Jia Dongxu’s salary as a first-level fitter and a fixed ration for one person.

Especially this year, there is a shortage of food, and the country has reduced the rations for urban households.

It is easy to run out of food if you are not careful.

Yi Zhonghai has no children and is a level 7 fitter. His monthly salary is the highest in the No. 95 compound, almost three times that of Jia Dongxu.

Now he is thinking about training Xiaojia to be his "godson" to take care of him in his old age, so he often helps the Jia family.

"Xiaofeng, hey, are you inviting Shazhu to drink again?" Jia Dongxu greeted with a smile.

"Oh, yes."

Chen Feng responded casually and found that Jia Zhangshi and Banggeng are not very fat now, probably because they will be raised in the future.

This matter is strange.

These days, fat people are rare creatures!

But Qin Huairu is really beautiful, no wonder she is the dream lover of many people.

Quickly retracted his eyes and sent Shazhu to the main house in the middle courtyard.

The He family's house is the best in No. 95 compound.

Shazhu occupies the best three rooms in the main house in the middle courtyard, and his sister Yushui lives in the right wing.

The two brothers and sisters have four rooms, and their personal living space is larger than that of the Chen family.

Jia Dongxu looked at Sha Zhu's house with envy and led his family back to the house.

If the He family's house is big, then the Jia family is really miserable.

A family of five squeezed into one room, and then divided it into three rooms.

As for robbing a house, it's impossible!

In an era when robbing a few yuan might be sent to labor reform, being a hooligan might be eaten with peanuts, and embezzling thousands of yuan would be shot, occupying other people's houses by force is also a felony.

As long as the police file a case, the consequences will be serious.

No matter how you make a fuss, moral kidnapping, and conspiracy, it's useless!

Because the house belongs to the country, you have no right to

Power is not something you can just take over by calculating.

"Hey, Banggeng, you will go to school next year, you must study hard and get into a technical secondary school or high school, otherwise you will have to live in the countryside in the future and won't even have meat to eat."

Jia Dongxu has been working hard to improve himself. Once he is promoted to a senior fitter, he will have the hope of applying for more than two houses in the street office.

Unfortunately, he has been a fitter for many years and is still a first-class worker. He has found the factory leaders several times, but they always make excuses and suspect that someone is behind him. But his master said it was a technical problem, and that little hope is about to turn into despair.

Now he can only put the hope of the whole family on his son.

If Banggeng is admitted to a technical secondary school or graduates from high school, there is a high probability that he will work in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

At that time, he can get a house in the street office with a letter of introduction issued by the factory.

"Well, Dad, I will study hard."

Banggeng was born in 1952, is 7 years old this year, and will start the first grade of elementary school next year.

He was still young and didn't know how terrible it was to study in China. He hadn't experienced the beatings of the exam-oriented education and was full of confidence.

Chen Feng threw Sha Zhu on the bed and covered him with a quilt before he came out.

Through a wall, he could hear their conversation very clearly.

'It seems that Jia Dongxu is alive, and the Jia family has not yet collectively turned evil, turning into the necromancer, the White Lotus Mother, and the three white-eyed wolves. '

He left the compound and returned to his home, and saw the old man, Chen's father, and the second uncle sitting in a row at the door of the main hall, smoking cigarettes.

Seeing his eldest brother coming back, Chen Hao ran over in small steps and whispered.

"Brother, Dad asked Mom to pack up the remaining loaches and fish and prepare to exchange them for food in the evening."

"Well, I know."

Chen Feng said calmly.

Chen Hao was young and at the age of loving to eat. Naturally, he liked meat more than coarse grains.

He walked to the door and took out the bills he had exchanged in the afternoon.

"Oh, cotton tickets, are they real or fake?"

Chen Jianguo was quick-witted and grabbed the tickets. He looked at them carefully in front of his eyes in the light of the setting sun and shouted exaggeratedly.

"Brother, look, you didn't get any cotton tickets, but Xiaofeng brought back three."

Chen Jianjun stood up and took them out, taking a closer look.

"Did you exchange them in the afternoon?"

Chen Feng said, "Well, I caught a big turtle in Shichahai, and an old man who fishes used these tickets to nourish his daughter-in-law and grandson."

"Oh my God, Dad, our ancestors are so happy. Xiaofeng caught two turtles in the afternoon. I'm afraid it's not the blessing of our ancestors."

Chen Jianguo handed all the tickets to his elder brother.

The old man finished his cigarette reluctantly and said unhappily: "What a bullshit blessing from ancestors. If the Chen family ancestors had blessed us, your great grandfather would not have died at such a young age."

"We have been lacking in good deeds for several lifetimes. It is good enough that our ancestors did not get into the oil pan."

"Ah?"

Chen Feng asked curiously: "Grandpa, what did our family do in the past?"

"Don't ask too much, kids." The old man said faintly.

Chen Feng decisively stopped the topic. Sometimes it was for their own good not to let them know.

Grandma was a lady from a noble family with bound feet. Grandpa was mysterious, but he was definitely an antique expert. What's more, the old man was an old military doctor with a thousand connections with the military.

He was able to send his father to North Korea for gilding, in exchange for a golden statue that could protect the whole family.

In addition, his second uncle was in the criminal investigation team of the Dongcheng Branch of the Sijiucheng Public Security Bureau.

Chen Feng thought this family was very interesting.

Especially the old man, who was full of pattern and shrewdness.