59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

The sound of a thunderstorm was deafening.

Boom!

In the front yard of No. 93, Nanluoguxiang, Sijiucheng, Chen Feng looked up at the sky.

He was still on the high-rise building in Yanjing CBD, watching the prosperity and feasting in the world, and then he felt dizzy and appeared here.

There was no one-stop transportation service by mud trucks, nor the heroic scene of thunder hitting my head, but I suddenly felt dizzy!

My mind was full of various messages of this era.

In 1959, in the old city, there was a shortage of food, a major disaster, and a tight food supply. His good friend He Yuzhu invited him to eat steamed buns at night...

'I haven't enjoyed my good life for a few years, and you forcefully tied me here... (A few hundred words of greeting omitted here)'

When he thought of his "small" assets that no one inherited, he sighed to the sky.

"Alas, all of them are cheap to my eldest nephew!"

A family in a village in Guangdong made tens of millions of yuan from demolition, and the old city was even more terrifying. Many people made hundreds of millions of yuan from demolition!

At this time, there were constant thunder and lightning outside.

The sky seemed to have become a thunder pool, with thousands of lightnings wandering in the dark clouds in the sky, which was a rare spectacle in hundreds of years.

"Big pot, afraid!"

3-year-old Chen Li hugged her eldest brother's thigh tightly. She was obviously afraid of the thunder and lightning outside, but she was unwilling to go back to the house and play with her annoying second brother Chen Hao.

Half of her little face was hiding behind Chen Feng's long legs, and the other half was curiously looking at the sky that was only thundering but not raining.

Chen Feng, who was 1.6 meters tall and looked like a young man, was only 13 years old physically and 21 years old mentally. He was a little melancholy.

He was in no mood to care about the little sister now, and wanted to be quiet!

As the thunder became louder and louder, a miserable cry came to his ears.

It sounded like the screams of pigs in the slaughterhouse.

[It hurts! It hurts! It's dying! It's dying!

[Warning, you are being wiped out by the heavens of this world, and you cannot resist it. Retreat immediately. ]

[The extraordinary farming system is unbinding urgently, please agree to it. ]

[Yes] [No]

Chen Feng's eyes froze for a moment, and then he laughed up to the sky.

There are good abalones for good, and there are evil abalones for evil!

It's not that it won't explode, it's just that the time has not come yet!

The taste of revenge is really sweet!

[Please agree to unbind immediately, right now, the host must agree! ]

[Host, please agree to unbind immediately! ]

[Host, please agree to unbind immediately! ]

[Yes][No]

Chen Feng looked around, then looked at the red text in front of him, listened to the increasingly shrill sound of the intelligent machinery in his ears, as if he heard the supreme sound, and gently raised his hand.

The air was quiet for three seconds.

In an instant, in front of him, it seemed as if there were electric sparks jumping and spinning.

[Host, please agree to unbind immediately! ]

Dozens of scarlet warning texts popped up quickly.

The speed was getting faster and faster, and more and more urgent.

Chen Feng believed that if the system had not been fighting against the invisible force, it would have ground him into ashes, lit sky lanterns, dripped candles, etc.

Thirty seconds later, the world was quiet, and the eyes were clean.

He silently mourned for this extraordinary farming system for three seconds in his heart.

No more!

Goodbye, bastard Tongzi, please have a good journey!

Eighteen years later, it's another... bastard.

I will take good care of your inheritance!

"Big pot, the sky is clear." Chen Li cheered carefreely.

Chen Feng picked up the little sister. The little girl was light and he had no effort.

"The sky is clear, which is a bad thing."

It is now late September 1959, and this is No. 93, Luoguxiang, South of the 49th City.

I don't know if the yard of No. 95 is full or the ancestors of the Chen family bless him. In short, he is lucky enough to be separated from those beasts.

Who is next door?

Yi Zhonghai, the Lord of Morality.

Liu Haizhong, the father and official fan.

Yan Bugui, the reincarnation of the abacus.

Jia Zhangshi, the necromancer.

Qin Huairu, the White Lotus Saint.

He Yuzhu, the dog-licker.

Xu Damao, the donkey-faced flower picker.

Jia Banggeng, the winner of the thief's life.

Lou Xiaoe, the pure and innocent.

Just count them and you will know how many turtles are hiding in the shallow water next door.

"Since we are here, we should make the best of it. Let's set a small goal first - fill our stomachs."

Chen Feng has a good mentality and he will not be angry about his incompetence.

Things have already happened and we cannot change the current predicament, so we should accept it and adapt to it.

Very good, I am not very hungry.

Holding the little girl, I will first get familiar with the environment myself.

Yard No. 93 is also a large courtyard with three entrances. It seems that this place should be integrated with No. 95 and is from the Qing Dynasty.

It was transformed from the Prince's Mansion.

Because the population of the city expanded and the people lacked housing, the once magnificent palace garden became a quadrangle with three entrances.

The ditch connecting to Shichahai was filled, the flowers and trees were shoveled, and the lotus pond was buried.

Instead, neat wooden and brick houses were built.

Slightly different from No. 95 next door, No. 93 has three large courtyards and only 24 rooms, which means the number of rooms is reduced by nearly half, but the average space of a single room is much larger.

The Chen family is lucky and the old man is smart.

Before the "Opinions on the Basic Situation of Private Real Estate in Cities and Socialist Transformation" was issued in 1956, he used his connections to buy the front yard of this quadrangle.

Six rooms in total!

The two side rooms on the left and right sides, the main hall and the side rooms on the north side are all owned by the Chen family.

The old man and his wife, Chen Feng's parents, Chen's second uncle, and the two brothers Chen Feng and Chen Hao each occupied a room. The room next to the main hall was converted into a kitchen, and the remaining room was a warehouse and cellar.

The Chen family just occupied the front yard.

Although all land ownership was nationalized as policies changed and plans began, the right to use was firmly in the hands of the Chen family.

Other residents in Nanluoguxiang were a little jealous, but the Chen family had all the procedures complete, and the two generations and three households of the Chen family had separated in time. In total, one household occupied two rooms, which was in line with current policies.

The old man was a retired military doctor. The eldest son of the Chen family worked in the security department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, and the second son worked in the Public Security Bureau, both of which were powerful departments.

No one dared to provoke.

"Guo Guo, I'm hungry. When will mother come back?"

The little Loli hugged his thighs, looking hopeful.

"Look, my stomach is so empty, why isn't it noon yet?"

Chen Feng thought about it, and carried the little sister who always liked to cling to the original body into the kitchen.

As a result, he only found some wild vegetables and yellow corn flour.

Actually, it was two-grain flour.

I don't know if it was because of backward technology or lack of food, but corn flour was not pure corn kernel flour in later generations, but a powder made by crushing part of the corn cob together.

(Because of the lack of food, let alone corn cobs, in 1960 there were special corn stalk powder, acorn flour, and leaf protein as food!)

This year is the beginning of the most severe period of disasters in China. Starting from this year, this ancient civilization that finally survived the war has ushered in an unprecedented disaster.

In addition, in the past few years, the commune ate and drank a lot, and there was no food left.

The whole country had to live a miserable life of eating wild vegetables, batter and water.

Even though Chen Feng's father was the team leader of the security department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill and his second uncle was a member of the criminal investigation team of the Public Security Bureau, the three children had to endure eating only 60% full.

"In an era where it was difficult to get enough food, I feel dizzy!"

Take a look at the legacy of the system. It's not bad. At least there is a private exclusive space.

Tongzi, I will miss you!