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

He rolled out of bed, put on his coat and face scarf, and ran quickly and carefully along the street.

The original body had heard Chen Jianguo say during a meal that in order to avoid disorder in the city, the disaster victims who came to Sijiucheng this year were officially resettled outside the imperial city in Dongcheng District.

He was going to be a good guy tonight.

The north wind was roaring in my ears, and the houses on both sides of the street quickly flashed by and retreated.

Chen Feng ran at super speed for the first time and felt the speed like the wind.

My eyes are dry!

"I'll have to buy a pair of goggles next time."

After running on the street for a while and walking along the city wall, he soon found his target.

A vast tent area surrounded by barbed wire.

Chen Feng didn't know whether there were resettlement sites for disaster victims in the city of Sijiu in history.

But in this fictional era, there is a shantytown in the east of the city that accommodates tens of thousands of disaster victims. People from all regions gather in military tents according to family and village arrangements.

In order to maintain public order here, the military sent a battalion to directly manage the area. The barbed wire became a wall, blocking the possibility of thieves and criminals entering and exiting at will.

It was now nearly midnight and everything was very quiet.

"If there is any problem, get out of here immediately!"

Chen Feng said secretly in his heart, quietly walked to the bushes between the two sentry posts, kicked off with his feet, easily climbed over the three-meter-high barbed wire fence, and entered the resettlement site.

Originally he was worried about being discovered, or that there were military dogs or something like that here.

Only after I came in did I notice that the sentries on duty were mainly on the outskirts of the shed area, but there were no sentries inside.

The tents were not big, about three or four meters long and wide. He carefully opened one and saw four people crammed inside.

"Three sweet potatoes for one tent, or ten kilograms of rice!"

While the family slept, their bowls were filled with rice.

Logically speaking, with so many people in one resettlement site, there must be people coming out to use the toilet at night.

But as he walked along, there was no one around, and even the sentry didn't notice anyone coming in.

One, two, three...

As they walked, they quietly opened the tents and placed the food on their carpets or wooden boards.

According to this ratio, more than 3,000 sweet potatoes and dozens of tons of rice were eventually distributed.

It’s not that he wanted to keep it, but they had all been distributed.

"Oh my God, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I have saved tens of thousands of people. You must remember this!"

After leaving the resettlement site with great satisfaction, he returned home and soon after, he went to the kitchen and put in more than ten kilograms of rice, a dozen potatoes and eight corns.

Go back into the city, walk along the main street, avoiding Guijie Street.

Instead of going home first, I went to Shichahai and Beihai.

"Fishing rod, I lost a few small targets tonight, give me a big one!"

Take the fish hook and throw it into the water.

Less than three seconds after falling into the water, he felt the fishing rod straightened.

"So awesome?"

Chen Feng raised his head and looked up at the sky, thinking to himself: "Do good people get good rewards?"

That’s nonsense. How can good people be rewarded?

With a strong pull, the fishing line pulled up a small rectangular box, which was only ten centimeters high, more than twenty centimeters long and more than ten centimeters wide.

The fishhook just happened to hook the handle above the box.

Pull it to the water's edge and wash it clean with lake water.

Chen Feng found that this thing looked a bit like a cloisonné enamel (Tong Hair Salon) gold and jade box.

The Qianlong period of Qing Dynasty was the heyday of the development of cloisonné enamel craft in my country. At that time, many enamel products related to various aspects such as court sacrifices, furnishings and daily necessities were produced.

From rouge boxes, wine jugs, teapots, wine glasses, plates and so on, all in bright colors.

The materials used range from bronze, porcelain, gold to blocks of jade and jadeite carvings.

Chen Feng was able to get to know him thanks to the Palace Museum in Beijing.

The one in his hand is carved from a large piece of jade, and then inlaid with gold, silver and gems.

He took a look at the rotten little lock, squeezed it hard, and broke the copper lock.

Put your palms together and bow to heaven and earth three times.

"Don't give me rouge, silver or anything like that!"

"Ou Qi, give me some Ou Qi!"

After worshipping heaven and earth, open the box.

What caught my eye was a jade seal with the national seal inscribed on the bottom: "Treasure of the Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty".

"The seal of the Emperor Ming."

Chen Feng opened his eyes wide, a little stunned.

There are eight major seals in China, among which the seal of Qin Shihuang is the most valuable. This is the only imperial seal regarded as the authentic seal of China. After thousands of years, it disappeared during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period.

The subsequent Song Dynasty, Yuan Dynasty, Ming Dynasty, Qing Dynasty, etc., all had their own seals engraved.

Especially in the Qing Dynasty, the emperor would make a jade seal for every opportunity, and the emperor's seals were sold in large quantities, with more than 20 of them.

"This, this, this is too crazy!"

Having said that, Chen Feng was still very happy.

What kind of Chen Jia heirloom is this? It’s just a broken dagger.

Is the seal of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, who rebuilt Chinese civilization and reshaped the sun and the moon, more valuable?

Money is easy to earn, but where can I find this imperial seal?

Place the seal under the space sun tree.

Lift up the fishing rod and go into the water again.

This time, only one small fish was caught.

It seems that my luck has run out after catching the imperial seal of the Ming Dynasty.

"Forget it, let's go home."

As I walked, I entered an alley and saw a handbag on the road.

Chen Feng picked it up, opened it and was immediately delighted.

“Haha, the money is delivered to my hands.”

There were dozens of banknotes of various sizes, which added up to about three hundred yuan.

There were also a dozen or so tickets, half of which were soda coupons, and the rest were peanut oil coupons, meat coupons, and vegetable coupons.

There was also a note inside.

"36,25···"

"What the hell is this code? Is it a telegraph code?"

Chen Feng thought for a while, picked up the briefcase, put all the money and tickets inside into the space, and left only the briefcase and the note behind.

The man hid in the dark and waited for more than an hour, but no one came.

It seems that the other party has given up.

"He's really a spy!"

He couldn't imagine who would give up such a large sum of money.

After walking half a circle, he picked up the note and threw it into the Jiaodaokou Police Station.

I returned home carefully, opened the door gently, and closed it with a "creak". The front yard returned to silence.

Chen Jianjun opened his eyes, smiled bitterly and continued to sleep.

Chen Jianguo sighed.

The old man and the old lady chatted for a while.

"Why don't we go to Hong Kong Island, so Xiaofeng doesn't have to go to the ghost market in the middle of the night every day just to find food."

The old man shook his head and said, "Back then we promised the Zhang family to guard this exit for twenty years, and now there are still six years left."

"When we get to 1965, we'll leave."

Silent all night.

The early morning in the old city begins with the sound of pigeon whistles.

"Douzhi, Jiaoquan, bell and drum tower, blue sky and white clouds, pigeon whistles".

People in Beijing love to raise pigeons. The peak period was in the 70s and 80s. Large numbers of pigeons flew in flocks over the courtyards, making pleasant buzzing sounds.

The famous Peking Opera master Mr. Mei Lanfang kept more than 150 pigeons at his peak.

Now is a disaster year, there are suddenly fewer pigeons, and the sound of pigeon whistles has become much quieter.

But at the disaster relief site in the east of the city, this morning was particularly pleasantly surprised.