59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

The old man was very proud of his work.

The world is big, but you are the biggest. You must not let yourself down, especially your stomach.

So he handed the duck to Zhou Qing and the old lady, twisted the little girl who was fascinated by it, and prepared to go to Beihai Park to find Sha Zhu.

"Where is Xiao Feng?"

The old man and Wu Gousheng heard Chen Feng's voice and came out with teacups.

Chen Feng didn't know the goods, but the old lady did.

Seeing the old man showing off his Geyao porcelain cup, he angrily scolded: "You exchanged a pound of corn flour for such a thing, and you still have the nerve to show it off?"

The old man obviously felt embarrassed, but he didn't dare to yell at the old lady, so he could only smile awkwardly.

"This is a good thing, when the sky is blue after the rain and the clouds are broken, the plums are sour and green."

"This Ge Kiln masterpiece, if it was exchanged for more than ten years ago, it could have been exchanged for thousands of dollars for Xiaofeng."

Ge Kiln is from Longquan. Longquan Kiln is one of the six famous kilns in the Song Dynasty. It began in the Three Kingdoms and the Jin Dynasty and has a history of more than 1,600 years.

Longquan is famous for its celadon. Its traditional celadon firing technique was selected into the UNESCO Representative List of the Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity in 2009. It is the first and only ceramic project in the world.

The plum green in Ge Kiln has a full glaze layer and pure color after firing, just like the deep green water. Even people who don't understand porcelain can appreciate a natural beauty like jade and ice.

"You said it was in the past. What can thousands of dollars do now?" The old lady said unhappily.

The old man smiled and said, "Now the ocean and gold are useless, but they will definitely be useful in the future."

"Now everything needs tickets, that's because there is a shortage of materials and quota control is required. After this disaster, my great China will regain its destiny and prosperity, and the proletariat will surely be rich, not inferior to foreigners."

"By then, when the granaries are full, people will know etiquette, and tickets will be useless. Although money is useful, it will definitely not increase as fast as antiques."

"The little things I exchanged for a pound of cornmeal can be exchanged for a few courtyards for my eldest grandson in the future."

The old lady said contemptuously, "It didn't work in the past hundred years, will it work in the future?"

"Well..."

The old man was obviously a little lacking in confidence. After all, those meat eaters have really disappointed the people in the past hundred years.

So much so that people would rather believe in chicken butts than the central bank.

In the financial war a few years ago, although the government won, the price of RMB against silver dollars rose from 1 silver dollar to 660 RMB to 2,000 RMB in less than a week.

This made the city people still not very trusting.

Especially this year, there was another major man-made disaster.

"At least, we can change to a courtyard house so that the eldest grandson can have seven or eight children and have a place to live."

Chen Feng didn't know that the old man had already arranged a house for his great-grandson.

He looked for Sha Zhu along the shore, but couldn't find him for a while, until someone shouted "There is a fight in the White Pagoda".

Hearing this, a group of people swarmed towards Sheshan Bridge.

The White Pagoda is a pagoda in the center of Yong'an Temple on Qionghua Island built by Kang Mazi, dedicated to Tibetan lamas worshiping Buddha.

This is also the highest point in Beihai Park.

Thinking of Sha Zhu's character of liking to watch the excitement, he also walked over there.

Just under the gatehouse at the entrance of Yong'an Temple, a large group of people were watching the fight.

So much so that the Yong'an Bridge was blocked.

"Shazhu, you bastard, let me go, did I provoke you?"

"Who told you to roll your eyes at me!"

"Bullshit, I didn't even see you!"

"Okay, Xu Damao, you've grown up, you don't even look at me!"

"..."

"Hahaha!"

A group of spectators laughed.

Chen Feng heard their voices and looked strange.

The lifelong enemy of the really stupid and kind Shazhu is the really mean Xu Damao.

Unlike Yi Zhonghai, Qin Huairu and others who appear with moral faces, Xu Damao's badness is consistent and consistent.

As a film projectionist at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, because of the lack of entertainment programs in this era, Xu Damao's treatment in the countryside is second only to the commune leaders.

In order to watch more movies, each village usually flatters him.

This gives Xu Damao a lot of convenience.

This donkey-faced god of war, relying on his identities as a projectionist and a city dweller, often sacrificed himself to help widows in the middle of the night.

But it is normal for him to feel a little weak after giving too much warmth.

Chen Feng squeezed in.

"Don't squeeze!"

Several onlookers said unhappily.

Seeing that he couldn't squeeze in.

Chen Feng had to use his ultimate move.

"There's a thief!"

Shouted

, the crowd immediately became chaotic.

"Fuck!"

"Get out of the way."

A group of people immediately dispersed, each holding their bags and looking at the people around them as if they were guarding against thieves, fearing that the few cents in their pockets would be stolen.

In this era, there are also many thieves.

Chen Feng successfully dealt with the crowd of spectators who blocked his way.

"Shazhu, wait for me."

Xu Damao got up from the ground and said fiercely.

Shazhu, who won again, sneered: "Xu Damao, don't, fight now!"

He stepped forward quickly, and seeing this, Xu Damao, who had been hit by more than a dozen punches, ran away at a pretty good speed.

It's funny to say, it's like all things are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining.

Shazhu beats Xu Damao, Xu Damao beats the widow, and the widow beats Shazhu.

"Thank you!"

A teenage girl blushed and stepped forward, said a thank you, and then ran away quickly.

Shazhu touched his head and smiled.

Chen Feng stepped forward and kicked him. "Don't smirk, even if you save others, she won't make a promise." "Madman, you are right." The silly pillar retorted: "The road is inconsistent, and the knife is helpful." At most, he asked for a few words. A single youth, asked a few words, show off his identity, ask for a blind date, what is entangled? The bad guys in the back live for thousands of years. "Therefore, he is unswervingly not to be a good person, because the good people in this world are not long -lived. But I don't want to be a bad guy, because I might be liquidated in the future.

"The water of Canglang is turbid, but it can wash my feet!"

He Yushui immediately followed up with the next sentence.

"The water of Canglang is clear, but it can wash my clothes."

Sha Zhu, who didn't graduate from junior high school, went home after taking a leave of absence to learn from a master, said sarcastically: "Then what, what's the next sentence?"

"Brother, just this one." He Yushui said with a smile.

"It's terrible to be uneducated!"

Chen Feng laughed and teased.

"I just need to know how to cook." Sha Zhu said with some complacency.

Chefs are one of the eight major members. They have changed their low positions in the past. Their social status and treatment are quite good. At least they are much more comfortable than forgers and fitters who swing hammers.

"You are awesome, you are amazing!"

Chen Feng laughed.