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

At daybreak, after washing up, I drank a bowl of porridge at home and ate some leftover eel and wild vegetable soup from last night.

After eating, we went to the He family next door.

It just so happened that they were also having breakfast.

Steamed buns, cabbage, roasted loach, and pickled white radish.

This food standard exceeds that of 9% of civilians.

"Come on, madman, let's eat together."

When Sha Zhu saw that it was Chen Feng, he immediately welcomed him warmly.

If it were anyone else, they would definitely not say this.

Chen Feng was indeed not full, so He Yushui gave him a steamed bun and chopsticks, and he immediately took them.

"Zhu Zi, lend me one yuan."

"Okay." Sha Zhu took out the money without asking.

Chen Feng took a fifty-cent note, two twenty-cent notes, and a ten-cent note, and said to He Yushui, "Yushui, if you don't go to school, come to my house and help look after Xiaoli. Also, urge Xiaohao to study. I'll treat you to a good meal at noon."

"Deal, lunatic, it's best to catch soft-shelled turtle, it's delicious." He Yushui said happily.

"Yushui, you should call me Brother Feng." Shazhu corrected him. "It's better to sell the turtle. It's better to exchange it for fine food than to eat it."

"I understand, brother..." He Yushui said in a long voice.

Chen Feng ate two loaches and then got up and left.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Eat more before you go."

Chen Feng waved.

"No, I'm going fishing. Zhuzi, come to my house early in the evening."

To be honest, Chen Feng was somewhat bullying Sha Zhu because he was honest.

You know, if Sha Zhu has the time, he can take on some private banquets for carnivores, where he can not only eat some good food, but also get one or two yuan in service fees.

But Sha Zhu was grateful to the Chen family and didn't care about these things.

Of course, Chen Feng also kept it in mind.

"Okay!" Sha Zhu said carelessly.

After returning home, some went to work, while Zhou Qing and the old lady went to buy cloth, cotton and kerosene together.

The old man watched the two children drawing sand paintings in the study.

"Big pot, big pot, come and see my pigs, they are so delicious!" said the little girl, waving her hands.

"OK!"

Chen Feng walked over and patted his head again.

Seeing Chen Feng take out the fishing rod, the old man said: "Be careful when you go to Kunming Lake. If someone spots you and loses the fish bucket, there is no need to risk your life for such a small thing."

"Don't worry, Master."

Chen Feng didn't expect that his parents didn't notice his thoughts, but the old man saw through it at a glance.

Walk one kilometer to the Gulou bus stop on the north side of Nanluoguxiang, take the bus, and then transfer.

The Drum Tower is a building in ancient times where huge drums were placed. They were used to beat drums to sound alarms, catch thieves, and tell time.

Nanluoguxiang corresponds to the Drum Tower and is located exactly to the southeast of the Drum Tower in Sijiucheng. The inner ring Shichahai is in the northwest corner.

The Sijiucheng Drum Tower, together with the Xi'an Drum Tower and the Nanjing Drum Tower, is one of the few well-preserved ancient buildings in China.

Gulou Station is a meeting point for many buses.

Chen Feng saw several gas-powered trucks.

"Fortunately, I don't have to sit on it. It's too dangerous, like sitting under a bomb."

At this time, most of the buses still used gasoline, and only a small number used gas tanks as a power source.

It was not until the next year, from 1960 to 1963, that due to the extremely tight supply of gasoline, buses began to switch to gas as fuel in large numbers, supplemented by a small amount of gasoline.

This modified car has an air storage bag installed on the roof, and it is refilled with air after each round trip (Iron Man Wang Jinxi rode in this kind of car when he visited Beijing in September 1959).

In May 1964, oil supply improved and vehicles that had been fueled by gas resumed using gasoline.

"Little comrade, put your fishing rod horizontally." The ticket seller gave him the receipt and gave him a kind reminder.

"Okay, thank you sister." Chen Feng said sweetly.

"Hey, did you hear that? He called me sister." The conductor said happily to the driver.

The driver rolled his eyes.

"Your child is five years old, and you are an aunt."

The pretty ticket seller retorted: "Even if I give birth to a child, I will still be a flower in the North City compound."

"What a pity it got stuck in cow dung!" the driver laughed wildly.

"Hahaha."

Everyone in the car laughed kindly.

"Comrade driver, what you said is wrong. Cow dung is fertilizer and is most suitable for growing flowers and plants." said a girl who looked like a college student.

"Yes, now even manure requires a ticket."

"Yes, I heard that in other places, manure is divided into two types: manure and urine, and the weight is marked every time. So every village is desperately applying for it, wishing to grab all the manure from factories and schools."

"Alas, there is nothing we can do. Manure is fertilizer, and now that the harvest is poor, everyone wants to spread more fertilizer on the fields."

"Next year will be fine. Everything will be fine."

Chen Feng listened to their discussion quietly.

After getting off the bus at the station, he walked a few miles along the ridges in the middle of the farmland. Every few miles, there were militiamen with guns guarding the edge of the field, staring at him.

The area where Kunming Lake is located was originally a royal garden of the Qing Dynasty. Designed by ancient garden masters, Kunming Lake has the shape of a longevity peach, with a Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish inside.

After the end of the corrupt dynasty, this place was transformed into an irrigated planting area.

Irrigation with spring water from Yuquan Mountain has made this place a well-known rice producing area in western Beijing.

"You come here to fish?"

A militiaman in his forties came over with a Hanyang rifle, which can be considered an antique gun in the United States.

"Yes, uncle, aren't we allowed to fish?" Chen Feng asked.

"You can fish, but I advise you not to waste your time. We have caught all the fish and shrimp in there," the militia advised.

"I'm here now, let me try it first."

Chen Feng walked along the road and went to the small island in the center of the lake.

Otherwise, as long as he stood by the field, the militia would suspect that he was stealing rice.

It may be that the fish here were really caught by the nearby villagers, so there is no one on the island in the middle of the lake.

Chen Feng just fished with an empty hook.

After waiting for less than thirty seconds, a carp weighing more than one pound was caught.

make persistent efforts.

In half an hour, the fish bucket he brought was full of carp, crucian carp, silver carp, and a rare 5-jin grass carp.

But I didn't catch any turtle today.

The fish bucket was full, but Chen Feng did not leave. Instead, he walked around the island in the middle of the lake and dug the lake mud on the shore under his feet into the space.

He felt a little dizzy when he saw a farmland area of ​​ten meters long, wide and twenty centimeters thick formed in the southeast of the altar.

"That's all for now. We'll continue digging tomorrow."

"Stop turning, there are no fish." The kind-hearted militiaman shouted at him across the lake.

Chen Feng shook his head to indicate that he understood.

He dug up some more lake mud, and using his mind to control the mud, he formed a three-meter-wide pool to the northeast of the altar.

Under his control, the golden water of the Sunwell flew into the pool, quickly forming a small pool half a meter high and three meters in diameter.

Chen Feng chose a dilapidated pavilion by the lake and went fishing again. He soon caught seven or eight fish and threw them directly into the pond.

After sitting for half an hour, he stood up with the bucket.

I walked to the main road in the middle of the field and walked along the road for a few miles until I could no longer see the militia. Then I relaxed my vigilance and walked along the road while waiting for the bus.

After walking for almost half an hour and saving a dime, I finally got a gas bus back.

As soon as he got on, the conductor stared at his bucket in a daze.

"I want your money. What are you looking at?"

The driver turned his head and asked, then his eyes widened.

"What the hell, which lake has so many fish to catch?"

Chen Feng smiled secretly.

He could indeed put it away, but if someone reported it, it would be difficult to explain.

If you want to avoid being reported for food of unknown origin in the future, the best way is to start building yourself into a "food finder" now, someone who can catch fish that others can't catch, find food that others can't find, and at least have a plausible reason.

It's easy to hide in space, but it's difficult to explain the origin when you get to the bureau!