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

When the old lady saw the bulge in his belly, she knew he had bought something good, and hurriedly followed him into the kitchen.

Chen Feng took out the wrapping paper from his pocket.

When it was placed in the rice jar, three pounds of solar rice produced in the space was quietly mixed in.

He took great pains to prevent them from suspecting his origin and to allow them to live a comfortable life.

But the old lady was smart and noticed at a glance that the rice was different from the rice sold in the store.

“There’s something wrong with this rice.”

Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Grandma, isn't it just rice? It's all white and hard."

The old lady carefully grabbed some, spread them out in her hands, and patiently instructed her eldest grandson.

"Look, is there a lot of millet on it?"

Although Chen Feng was not a diligent worker, he still had some intelligence and understood what was going on immediately.

Rice mill!

Normal rice milling will cause a lot of rice to break into pieces and turn into millet.

But he used space to remove the husk directly, resulting in the rice being 100% intact.

In this way, the rice mixed in with the purchased rice will appear to be first-class quality rice.

If it were Zhou Qing and Chen Jianjun, they probably wouldn't notice it, but in the eyes of the old lady, who has eaten good southern rice and millet, she can tell at a glance that something is wrong.

"That's great!"

Chen Feng was very happy. Everyone in this family was smarter than the other.

But it's better to be smart. You don't have to worry about them getting into trouble in many things. On the contrary, they can solve potential troubles.

The most terrifying teammates are the ones who are not good at playing!

"Grandma, no matter what kind of rice it is, it's ours if we buy it."

He took out the remaining three food coupons and shook them.

The old lady would never doubt her grandson. His grandson brought back top-quality rice to improve the family's meals. He was so kind, so why would she doubt him?

She was worried that the rice might come from some special agency.

"Yeah, that's right. We bought it with tickets and money. If there's a problem, it's the seller."

Chen Feng smiled secretly in his heart, he could eat rice from now on.

"Grandma, please prepare lunch for us!"

"I want to eat, not porridge!"

The old lady put aside her doubts after being interrupted by him.

"Okay, I'll cook for you at noon."

I took out the oranges and apples from my pocket and washed them.

"Big pot, what is this?" the little girl asked hurriedly.

The old lady was looking at the rice. She had lived for decades and had never seen such a high proportion of rice. Almost every grain was plump and crystal clear. When she got a little closer, she could smell a fragrance that made her feel as if she had returned to Changsha, the hometown of rice.

"This is called an apple, and this is called an orange. Apples are sour, and oranges are sweet. Which one do you want to eat?" Chen Feng teased.

The little girl looked between his hands, her eyes full of reluctance to let go.

"Haha, you little idiot, you can eat anything."

"Big Pot, you are so nice."

The little girl hugged his calf and rubbed his face intimately.

Chen Feng put down the apple and pinched this little sister who always made him happy.

The old lady who was looking at the rice heard the sound, turned her head and was stunned for a moment.

"You changed this too?"

"Well, grandma, wait until I cut it and peel off the seeds, and you and grandpa can taste it."

The old lady looked at the orange and said softly.

"Changsha's oranges are turning red again."

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Grandma, this shouldn't be an orange from Changsha, but an orange from Shandong."

The October-ripening oranges in Sijiu City generally come from Shandong and Hebei, and only the early-ripening varieties mature in early October.

As for Changsha, which is hyped as the No. 1 island in China, the oranges there are not necessarily all sweet.

The old lady sighed and didn't answer.

“Sure enough, there are seeds!”

Chen Feng peeled the orange and separated it into segments, and found that the orange was not a modified variety.

"Cauldron, cauldron, cauldron!"

The little girl hugged his legs, shook her head and screamed, her little eyes fixed on the orange in his hand.

Chen Feng patted her little face.

"You can't eat until grandma and grandpa have eaten, remember?"

The little girl immediately looked at the old lady.

"Grandma, grandma!"

"I don't want to eat it. I've eaten a lot in the past. Your grandfather and I have tried all kinds of delicacies from land and sea. You guys eat it." The old lady said with a smile.

Chen Feng thought about it and agreed.

Although the Republic of China was a turbulent time, rich people could do whatever they wanted.

Use chopsticks to take out all the orange seeds, and divide the apple and orange into four parts.

"Chen Hao, come in and take the plates to Second Uncle and Grandpa."

They can choose not to eat it, but as grandchildren and nephews, he must send it!

This is a question of ethics and attitude.

"Lily, this is for you."

Three orange halves and a quarter of an apple.

"Thank you, cauldron."

The little girl couldn't wait to take it and started biting the orange.

Chen Hao, who was bragging outside, ran in and saw the little girl eating oranges. He immediately took the plate and passed it to the old man and Chen Jianguo.

"Lily, don't eat my food, or I'll take yours next time."

"slightly!"

It would be fine if you didn't say it, but after you said it, the little girl started to want to eat more and take more.

Chen Feng pinched her little face.

"Don't take your second brother's."

"Uncle, Grandpa, are you eating? If not, I'll give it to grandma."

"Hey, apples and oranges, Xiao Feng is getting better and better. Leave one slice for me, and the rest for you and Lily."

"Give me an orange slice. I haven't eaten this for years."

"Dad, it's not easy for you to eat."

"Get lost. I don't have an unfilial son like you. I don't have even one percent of Xiao Feng's ability."

Chen Jianguo suddenly felt that the orange in his hand was sour!

"Grandma, here's yours!"

Chen Hao brought it in again and put the apple into the old lady's mouth.

Although he was greedy, he also knew that this thing was rare and precious.

The old lady naturally didn't want to, so she stuffed the thing back into his hands.

Chen Feng went out and pretended to throw away garbage, but he actually quietly scattered orange seeds and apple seeds on the grassland northwest of the altar. In order to prevent them from being eaten by two wild ducks, he buried them deep in the soil and poured two balls of well water the size of footballs.

An apple or an orange is nothing, but he has private land and can use the energy contained in the well water to grow very quickly.

Normally, apples are a common fruit tree with a long growth cycle, usually taking 4-5 years to start bearing fruit. Oranges are a little faster, and it takes about 2-3 years from planting a seedling to bearing fruit.

但按照井水的一个小时10%复合叠加的生长速度，64个小时相当于3年，68个小时相当于5年。

In 75 hours, you can grow 10-year-old fruit trees.

In just 96 hours, a century-old fruit tree can be born.

In three days at most, he can harvest a large amount of fruit.

"Big pot, don't you want to eat?"

The little girl tilted her head and handed over the last orange slice in her hand.

Chen Feng took it with a smile, peeled off the skin, and said, "It tastes sweeter this way."

Give her the pure orange flesh to eat, and then stuff the remaining piece into her mouth.

Chen Feng took a bite of four oranges and felt that they were not as delicious as those in later generations.

The two younger ones ate half of it happily, and left the remaining portion for Zhou Qing and Chen Jianjun.

"Grandma, I still have oil coupons. I'm going to the store to buy peanut oil."

Chen Feng opened the cabinet, picked up a bottle of wine and left.

I first went to Wangfujing Department Store and bought one tael of peanut oil. After leaving, I secretly filled it with 9 taels of peanut oil, which was exactly one pound.

He was carrying a bottle of oil that was similar to the canned cola of later generations, and many people looked at him on the street.

"Take it slow first. I'll bring out peanut oil, rice, sweet potatoes, apples, and oranges later. You should get used to it."

He has been training his family to get used to his "big moves", starting with fishing a few days ago, and has finally reached a new level today!

Establish a persona as a "fishing expert". Who will be suspicious and report you when you take out the fish later?

Why can’t I eat the fish I caught myself?