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

For breakfast, the adults had bran, the children had porridge with wild vegetables and tea eggs, and the two old people shared one.

But there is leftover duck meat from last night, so it is still nutritious.

In later generations, bran was ground into very fine powder and seasoned, and it has a good texture and taste. It is a kind of whole grain that many people use to maintain their health.

But for children, this thing is not delicious at all.

The family finished eating, and at about eight o'clock, the carriage hired by Chen Jianguo arrived.

"Uncle, I'm hungry."

The little girl was pestering Chen Jianguo because he had a piece of cornmeal cake left over from last night.

After teasing his little niece for a while, Chen Jianguo heard someone calling him at the door. He gave the cake to the little girl, and the group of people left the compound and came to the door.

This is a "second set" of covered horse-drawn carriage, the wheels of which are car wheels retired from carts, commonly known as "rubber-wheeled carts".

The so-called double harness means that because there are many people and goods, an extra donkey is added to the cart.

This type of vehicle has bearings added to the axles and tires, which increases its carrying capacity and speed.

"Brother Jianguo, there aren't many things."

The carriage owner was a young man, and he was somewhat worried that his horse might suffer.

"Okay, don't worry, the horse will definitely not be tired."

Chen Jianguo took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to the carriage owner.

As the saying goes, you can't afford to buy a mule, you can't feed a horse.

Horses have great pulling power but are too expensive and difficult to keep.

Donkeys are easy to raise, but they are not very strong.

Chen Feng suspected that if it weren't for the lack of food and business, the carriage owner might not be willing to travel so far.

Chen Jianjun came out with the bag and the carriage owner helped him stuff it into the wooden chair in the carriage shed.

"Comrade from the Transport Agency, what's your name?"

"Miangui's surname is Han, Han Fugui."

The coachman bent down, held the cigarette and asked Chen Jianjun to light it with a match.

During the War of Liberation, in order to support the front line, all donkey carts, horse carts, etc. were unified to form the Sijiucheng Transport Company, which took on more transportation chores.

By 1959, China's car ownership had grown from 5.09 in the early days of the People's Republic of China to 21.07.

The total national automobile production for the whole year was 1.96 units, of which heavy-duty trucks accounted for 1.36 units.

But China is a vast country with many cities. This amount of stock and production is simply a drop in the bucket. If distributed evenly, each city would get less than 100 vehicles.

Future generations will be able to realize the Chinese dream, with every family owning a car, which is almost unimaginable in this era.

It is still possible to achieve the goal of every family having a bicycle.

Before 1978, the total number of motor vehicles in New York City was only tens of thousands. All government agencies and factories regarded cars as their lifeblood.

"Xiao Feng, how about this carriage? It's nice, isn't it?"

Chen Jianguo winked at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was too tired to complain.

Any wheel I had before was better than this one!

If there were no blueprints, the origin of the car could not be explained, and gasoline was a big problem, he would have wanted to use the molecular configuration ability of space to make a car out of scrap iron and copper.

'I'm sorry, my legs!'

The old man said disdainfully: "If you are really capable, get me a car."

Chen Jianguo flattered, "Dad, how can I have such face? There are only a few Jiefang brand vehicles in the entire Dongcheng Branch. The director treats them as his own sons. He is not so meticulous even to his grandson."

The Jiefang brand car was trial-produced at the Changchun First Automobile Manufacturing Plant on July 1956, 7 and is currently the main transport truck.

"You are so respectable, maybe you can——"

"roll!"

"Dele!"

Chen Jianguo waved at the little girl who was eating half a cornmeal pancake that he had left over from yesterday.

"Little Lily, see you in a few days. Uncle is going to work."

"Goodbye, Erzhu."

The little girl was eating a biscuit and spoke indistinctly.

After putting all his things away, Chen Jianjun carried a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle and prepared a lot of bullets.

Ordinary militia generally use bolt-action rifles, such as the Hanyang rifle and the Type 38 rifle, whose rifling is almost erased.

The Type 56 semi-automatic rifle was put into service on a large scale in 1958.

Chen Feng didn't know where his cheap dad got it from and how he passed the registration.

"Xiao Feng, let Lai Fu stay at home."

Chen Jianjun saw Lai Fu coming up and spoke quickly.

Chen Feng still wanted to go to the beach to give Lai Fu some good nourishment, so how could he agree?

"Dad, a dog doesn't weigh that much. I'll keep an eye on it."

"Sit tight!"

Han Fugui and others got on board, waved their whips, and the carriage started moving.

Most of the alleys in the old city are still dirt roads.

There is a poem that says: "When there is no wind, there is three feet of soil; when it rains, the street is full of mud", "A donkey can lie down on a sunny day; when it rains, you can raise fish."

Leave the alley and walk to the main road.

"Clang clang clang!"

Hearing the sound of the tram, the little girl stood on a stool, looked at the scene outside the carriage window, and shouted happily: "Big pot, big pot, the tram is coming."

Because there is a copper bell hanging on the front of the car, as long as the driver steps on the pedal, the bell will make a "ding ding" sound, reminding pedestrians to dodge the vehicle.

Therefore, the common people in the old city called the tram "motor tram" or "clang clang car".

Many times, kids with nothing to do like to run after the tram.

"Sit tight!" Zhou Qing said while hugging her.

"Oh."

The little girl immediately behaved herself.

The carriage moved forward steadily.

It’s okay in the city, but outside the city, the roads are difficult to travel on.

"Master Han, is there no better cement road to Tianjin?"

Chen Feng sat for a while and felt sleepy, as if he was sitting on a little girl's rocking bed.

Han Fugui said outside the car: "No, I heard that this road is going to be renovated, but it has always been just a rumor."

Chen Feng had traveled between Beijing and Tianjin many times before. He remembered that the first expressway in China was the Beijing-Tianjin-Tangshan Expressway.

But the construction of this road started in 1987 and was not opened to traffic until 93. It is only 140 kilometers long.

The current Sijiucheng-Tanggu Highway should have been completed during the Beiyang Government period.

After decades of wind and rain, it has become quite bumpy.

Sijiucheng is more than 100 kilometers away from Tianjin. We set out at around 7:00 in the morning and arrived at our destination at around 5:00 in the afternoon. The carriage took advantage of the old road and reached our destination at a fairly fast speed. We bought some steamed buns in Langfang for lunch.

Chen Feng’s grandfather’s home is located near the mouth of the Yongding River, not far from the port terminal area.

At present, it is still a fishing village, unlike decades later, when it became the fourth largest port in the world, Tianjin Port, and the most important port hub in the north, with 30-ton ships coming and going freely.

There is a small river in the north of the village, separating the village from the port area.

A three-meter-wide suspension wooden bridge has become a hub connecting the north and the south.

"Stop, who are you?"

The old people guarding under the big tree at the entrance of the village saw the carriage coming in and immediately started asking.

A large group of children who were playing at the entrance of the village gathered around as if they were looking at a rare object.

"Uncle, it's me, Zhou Qing."

Zhou Qing said by the window.

"Oh, Miss Zhou is back."