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

"Chen Jianguo, something happened, get in the car!"

Chen Feng was still sleeping when he heard the roar of a three-wheeled motorcycle outside the door.

A three-wheeled motorcycle is also called a side three-wheeled motorcycle or a sidecar.

In order to increase the capacity of personnel transportation, a seat and wheels are specially installed on one side so that one more person can sit.

After hearing this, Chen Jianguo quickly finished washing up and then got into the car.

"What happened again?" asked the old lady.

The old man said calmly: "It has nothing to do with us."

The Dongcheng resettlement site, which is closely related to Chen Feng, has become a concentration area for the public security and military.

Only after Chen Jianguo arrived did he know what had happened.

"Jianguo, this way!"

Wu Yulong was sitting in a jeep and waving at Chen Jianguo.

"Director Wu, what's going on? Even you have to go out."

Wu Yulong pointed to the tent in front and said, "Last night, some great god passed by here and delivered sweet potatoes and rice to every household. In the morning, each family found out. Several families were party members, so they reported the situation in time. As a result, when we checked, we found that every household had it."

"Is there such a good thing?" Chen Jianguo didn't quite believe it and said, "My family is so poor that we can't even afford to eat. Why didn't they help us?"

Wu Yulong knew what Chen Jianguo meant. He didn't think it was a bad thing, and there was nothing to investigate.

"It's a good thing to help the disaster victims, but the problem is that none of the sentinels noticed it."

"How did you get so much food in?"

"The higher-ups are worried that if they don't investigate thoroughly, what was delivered this time might be food, but what might be delivered next time is a bomb. Do you dare to bet?"

Chen Jianguo looked at each tent and saw someone counting the food but not confiscating it by force.

"How much food does this require?"

"Could it be a gift from the gods?"

"Don't talk nonsense, a big leader is coming here." Wu Yulong reminded.

Chen Jianguo stopped laughing.

“Although the statistics have not yet come out, preliminary estimates show that there are at least 30 tons of rice and one ton of sweet potatoes.”

Wu Yulong was puzzled and said, "But the strange thing is that there has been no rice theft in the area, and there are no signs of rice being transported around, not even a wheel."

"Maybe the gods couldn't stand it and sent it here specially." Chen Jianguo laughed in a low voice.

Wu Yulong looked at him speechlessly.

Even if you don't want to check, don't talk nonsense!

The real god Chen Feng was sitting outside a state-owned restaurant in Nanluoguxiang drinking soy milk. The little girl was drinking while looking at her second brother.

Chen Hao was holding a bowl of soy milk and ten cents in his hand, and he was queuing up to buy steamed buns and pancakes for his elder brother.

The family was cooking porridge again in the morning. Chen Feng felt that good people should be rewarded. He had saved so many people and picked up so much money. Should he still drink porridge? That would be in vain!

Take a look at the price list on the wall:

Sweet bean juice, 3 cents a bowl.

Sesame pancake, 3 cents each.

Two taels of Yangchun noodles, 5 cents.

···

buy!

Chen Feng waved his hand and decided to reward himself.

The little girl was responsible for making him happy, and Chen Hao was responsible for queuing.

In the state-owned restaurants in the old city, you need a ticket to drink and eat meat (a few high-end restaurants do not accept food coupons, but the prices are very expensive, and you must make a reservation one day in advance to receive a limited number of "number plates", and use the number plates to dine the next day).

But staple foods such as steamed buns, pancakes, and plain noodles are not necessary.

"The line is getting longer and longer." Zhao Qing from the compound next door said dissatisfiedly.

"Zhao Qing, do you know where they are from?" Chen Feng asked.

Zhao Qing, who was standing at the back of the line, followed Chen Feng across a table and said, "They are all from Tianjin and Baoding. There is a shortage of food over there, and those who have some money come to buy from us."

Historically, a large number of wealthy people from other places such as Tianjin and Baoding came to Sijiucheng to seek food, which once led to a tight food supply in Sijiucheng.

This situation was not changed until July 1960, 7, when an official document was issued requiring food coupons to dine in state-owned restaurants.

After waiting in line for half an hour, Chen Hao finally bought ten steamed buns and ten pancakes.

"Zhao Qing, I'm leaving first. Little Lily, let's go home."

Chen Feng picked up a pancake. It didn’t have much oil, but it tasted good.

Lai Fu followed him.

"Two pots, two pots!"

The little girl stared at the pancake and said this, pushing the half-finished soy milk in her hand to Chen Hao.

Chen Hao gave a pancake to the little girl, and drank the unfinished soy milk in one gulp. Then he took a pancake for himself, holding the bowl in his hand, and followed Chen Feng back.

The bowl was full of steamed buns and pancakes.

Four adults, Chen Jianjun, Zhou Qing, the old man and the old lady, were preparing to light a fire and cook. They watched the three children happily eating as they walked into the courtyard.

"Grandpa, grandma, dad, mom, my eldest brother bought a lot of food."

Chen Hao ran to the old man with the bowl in his arms like a puppy. If he had a tail, he would have wagged it happily.

"Xiao Feng, you are wasting money!"

Zhou Qing felt extremely distressed.

"Mom, have some cake!" Chen Li handed the half-eaten sesame cake to Zhou Qing. Zhou Qing was about to praise her daughter when the little girl turned around and asked Chen Hao for a steamed bun.

Pure steamed buns are not delicious.

Chen Feng went to the old lady's room, took out some brown sugar, and poured some into the steamed buns.

Of course the little girl and Chen Hao ran over immediately.

Sweet things have always been their favorite.

"Grandpa, can I pour you some sugar?"

"No, I like white steamed buns." The old man shook his head repeatedly.

Chen Hao thought of the salted fish in the kitchen, and ran to the kitchen again, preparing to make a salted fish and wild vegetable "sandwich", but was stopped by Zhou Qing.

"If you save money on food, will you not be able to make a living in the future?"

After eating and drinking, Chen Feng put three steamed buns and six sesame cakes into his schoolbag to eat at noon in the mountains.

"Xiao Feng, do you want a rifle or a pistol?" Chen Jianjun asked.

"A pistol, preferably one from your collection."

The first thing Chen Feng asked for was a Browning pistol that was in his father's collection. It was a trophy he had captured on the peninsula.

This pistol is somewhat similar to the gun in his space, and Chen Feng is ready to steal the show again.

"Crazy, Uncle Jianjun, I'm here, have you eaten?"

Sha Zhu also came in with a bag on his back and a steamed sauerkraut bun in his hand.

As a chef, he knows how to treat himself well.

"I've eaten and am waiting for you." Chen Jianjun said with a smile.

After saying goodbye to his younger brothers and sisters, he went to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill with Chen Jianjun and Sha Zhu.

Sha Zhu had already asked for leave yesterday, and the kitchen staff welcomed this very much, hoping that he could hunt more animals and improve everyone's meals.

A large car was parked at the factory entrance, somewhat similar to the black cars of later generations, but a little bigger.

There were already eight people in the car, each holding a semi-automatic rifle.

"Captain, good morning."

After Chen Jianjun got in the car, he said, "This is He Yuzhu from the kitchen. We depend on him for lunch. This is my son Chen Feng. He's been lucky lately. I'm going to borrow his luck so that we can return with a full load."

Chen Feng has become quite famous in the security department recently. After all, he is just a 13-year-old kid who bought a bicycle for his family.

Not to mention the security department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, it is very rare even in Dongcheng District.

Some people who can buy a used car independently are already adults.

"Captain, that's great. I was worried that we would be unlucky this time and wouldn't be able to catch any good prey."

A young man who looked to be in his early twenties said happily, "I heard that your son always brought buckets of fish every time he went to Shichahai."

"I know about this, too. There are even a lot of mallards."