59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

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

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

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

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

Chen Feng stopped and grabbed Shazhu 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 asked quietly, "What's your secret to fishing?"

"Secret, what secret?"

Chen Feng pretended to be confused.

"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 is it that in the same location, with the same fishing rod and the same bait, why can't I catch the same big fish?"

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

Yan Bugui looked straight at him.

When he thought about the fact that he had no catch and Chen Feng had a fish on his hook, he really 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 at the pigeon market, you can at least earn an extra 2 yuan.

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

"Sing?"

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

"Really?"

"Really, absolutely true."

"Xiao Feng, I am not well educated, so please don't lie to me."

"Sir, how could I lie to you?"

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

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

“Is this a sacrifice to the destiny of the country?”

Old Yan muttered something to himself, combining thousands of years of Chinese Feng Shui philosophy, myths and legends, and came up with a reasonable reason in his mind.

Even though he is an elementary school Chinese teacher, he actually only attended a private school and knew a few words.

The trend has not started yet, and most of the older generation have strong ideas that are characteristic of the times. When it comes to things like ghosts and gods, they would rather believe in them than not believe in them.

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

'It doesn't cost any money anyway, and even if it's not, I won't lose anything.'

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

Yi Zhonghai's family in the central courtyard had just finished their meal when Yi Zhonghai's apprentice Jia Dongxu, led a group of people out of Yi's house, including his son Jia Banggeng, his wife Qin Huairu, his daughter Xiaodang, and his mother Jia Zhang.

The Jia family has a large population, and since their household registration follows their mother Qin Huairu, they are also registered in the countryside. Only Jia Dongxu has an urban household registration and can purchase the corresponding food rations with his grain book.

The whole family, young and old, has rural household registration, and it is difficult for them to make ends meet relying on Jia Dongxu's salary as a first-level fitter and the ration for one person.

Especially this year, due to food shortage, the country has reduced the food rations for urban residents.

It’s easy to run out of food if you’re not careful.

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

Now he is determined to train Xiaojia into a "godson" who can take care of him in his old age, so he often helps the Jia family.

"Xiao Feng, hey, are you inviting Sha Zhu to drink again?" Jia Dongxu greeted with a smile.

"Ah, yes."

Chen Feng responded casually and found that Jia Zhangshi and Bang Geng were not very fat yet, probably because they would be raised in the future.

There's something odd about this.

Fat people are a rare species these days!

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

He quickly retracted his eyes and sent Sha Zhu into the main room in the middle courtyard.

The He family’s house is the best in Courtyard 95.

Sha Zhu occupied the three best rooms in the main house in the central courtyard, while his sister Yu Shui lived in the right wing.

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

Jia Dongxu looked at Sha Zhu's room with envy and led his family back home.

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

A family of five squeezed into one room.

As for robbing a house, that's impossible!

In an era when robbing a few yuan could result in being sent to labor reform, being a hooligan could result in being given peanuts instead of food, and embezzling several thousand yuan could result in being shot, occupying someone else's house was also a serious crime.

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

No matter how unreasonable, moral blackmail, and conspiracy you use, it will be of no use!

Because the house belongs to the country, without any qualification or power, you can't just occupy it by calculation.

"Hey, Banggeng, you're going to school next year. You must study hard and get into a technical secondary school or high school. Otherwise, you'll have to live in the countryside in the future and won't even be able to eat meat."

Jia Dongxu has always worked very hard and wanted to improve himself. Once he is promoted to a senior fitter, he will have the hope of applying for more than two houses from the street office.

Unfortunately, he has been working as a fitter for many years and is still only a first-level worker. He approached the factory leaders several times, but they always made excuses. He suspected someone was plotting against him behind his back, but his master said it was a technical problem, and that little bit of hope was about to turn into despair.

Now he can only place all his family's hopes 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 be able to work at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

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

"Well, Dad, I will study hard."

Banggeng was born in 52. He is 7 years old this year and will start the first grade of primary school next year.

Being so young, he didn’t know how terrible it was to study in China, hadn’t experienced the beatings of the exam-oriented education system, and was full of confidence.

Chen Feng threw Sha Zhu onto the bed, covered him with a quilt and came out.

Their conversation could be heard clearly through the wall.

"It seems that while Jia Dongxu is alive, the Jia family has not yet collectively turned evil and transformed into the Necromancer, the White Lotus Mother, and the Three White-Eyed Wolves."

When I left the compound and returned to my home, I saw the old man, Dad Chen, and my second uncle sitting in a row at the main entrance, smoking cigarettes.

Seeing his eldest brother coming back, Chen Hao ran over and whispered the secret.

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

"Well, I see."

Chen Feng said calmly.

Chen Hao is young and at the age where he loves to eat, so he naturally prefers meat to whole grains.

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

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

Chen Jianguo was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He snatched the bill, held it in front of his eyes in the light of the setting sun, looked at it carefully, and shouted exaggeratedly.

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

Chen Jianjun stood up, pulled it out, and took a closer look.

"Changed in the afternoon?"

Chen Feng said, "Well, a big turtle was caught 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' graves are smoking. Xiaofeng caught two turtles in one afternoon. This must be the blessing of our ancestors."

Chen Jianguo handed all the bills to his elder brother.

The old man finished his cigarette reluctantly and said angrily, "What a bullshit blessing from ancestors. If the Chen family ancestors had blessed you, your great grandfather wouldn't have died at such a young age."

"We have been lacking in good karma for several lifetimes, and it's good enough that our ancestors didn't get into the oil pan."

"what?"

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

"Don't ask too many questions, kid." The old man said quietly.

Chen Feng decisively stopped the topic. Sometimes not letting them know is for their own good.

My grandmother was a lady from a wealthy family with bound feet. My grandfather was mysterious, but he was definitely an expert in antiques. What's more, he was also an old military doctor with close ties to the military.

I was able to send my father to North Korea to get a golden statue in exchange for it to protect the peace of the whole family.

Plus, my second uncle is in the criminal investigation team of the Dongcheng Branch of the Sijiucheng Public Security Bureau.

Chen Feng found this family very interesting.

Especially the old man, he exudes vision and shrewdness.