59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

The old man was very angry.

"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.

Three-wheeled motorcycles are also called side three-wheeled motorcycles and sidecars.

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

After hearing this, Chen Jianguo quickly finished washing and got in 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 gathering place for the public security and the military.

After Chen Jianguo arrived, he knew what had happened.

"Jianguo, this way!"

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

"Director Wu, what's going on? You've even been dispatched."

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 household found out. Several families were party members and reported the situation in time. As a result, 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 almost too poor 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 victims, but the problem is that no one on the sentry noticed it."

"How did so much food get in?"

"The higher-ups are worried that if they don't check it out, they might send food this time, but bombs next time. Do you dare to bet?"

Chen Jianguo looked at the tents. Someone was counting the amount of food, but no one was forcibly confiscating it.

"How much food is this?"

"Could it be sent by the gods?"

"Don't talk nonsense, there are big leaders coming here." Wu Yulong reminded.

Chen Jianguo stopped laughing.

"Although the statistics have not come out yet, it is estimated that there are at least 30 tons of rice and one ton of sweet potatoes."

Wu Yulong was confused: "But the strange thing is that there has been no rice theft in the vicinity, and there are no traces of rice transportation around, not even a wheel."

"Maybe the gods can't stand it and sent it specially." Chen Jianguo smiled 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 soybean juice. The little girl was drinking while looking at her second brother.

Chen Hao held a bowl of soybean juice and had ten cents in his hand, queuing up to buy steamed buns and pancakes for his eldest brother.

In the morning, the family was cooking porridge again. 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!

Look at the price list on the wall:

Sweet soybean milk, 3 cents a bowl.

Sesame pancake, 3 cents each.

Two taels of plain noodles, 5 cents.

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Buy!

Chen Feng waved his hand and decided to treat himself well.

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

In the state-owned restaurants in the city, tickets are required for drinking and eating meat (a few high-end restaurants do not charge tickets, but the prices are very expensive, and reservations must be made one day in advance to receive a limited number of "number plates" and sit down to eat with the number plates the next day).

But staple foods such as steamed buns, pancakes, and plain noodles do not require tickets.

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

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

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

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

This situation was changed on July 30, 1960, when the official document issued that food coupons were required to eat at state-owned restaurants (before that, only meat and vegetables required coupons).

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

"Zhao Qing, I'm leaving first, Xiao Lili, let's go home."

Chen Feng picked up a pancake, which was not oily, but tasted good.

Lai Fu followed him.

"Erguo, Erguo!"

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

Chen Hao gave one pancake to the little girl, drank the soy milk that the little girl hadn't finished drinking in one go, and then took a pancake himself, holding the sea in his hand.

bowl, followed Chen Feng back.

The bowl was full of steamed buns and pancakes.

Chen Jianjun, Zhou Qing, the old man, and the old lady, four adults, were preparing to light a fire and cook, and they watched the three children happily eat and walk into the courtyard.

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

Chen Hao ran to the old man with a large bowl like a puppy. If he had a tail, he would definitely wag it happily.

"Xiao Feng, you are wasting money!"

Zhou Qing felt extremely distressed.

"Mom, eat the pancake!" Chen Li handed the sesame pancake that she had bitten most of to Zhou Qing. Zhou Qing was about to praise her daughter, and then the little girl turned around and asked Chen Hao for a steamed bun.

Pure steamed buns are not delicious.

But the silly girl didn't know!

Chen Feng went to the old lady's room, took out the 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 food, you won't live well in the future?"

After eating and drinking, Chen Feng put three more steamed buns and six sesame cakes into his schoolbag, saving them for lunch in the mountains.

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

"Pistol, preferably the one you collected."

Chen Feng asked for a Browning pistol collected by his father, which was captured by him on the peninsula.

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

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

Sha Zhu also came in with a bag on his back, holding his own steamed sauerkraut steamed buns.

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

"I've eaten, and I'll wait for you." Chen Jianjun said with a smile.

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

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

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

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

"Captain, good morning."

After getting in the car, Chen Jianjun said, "This is He Yuzhu from the kitchen. We rely on him for lunch. This is my son Chen Feng. He has been lucky recently. I plan to borrow his luck so that we can return with a full load."

Chen Feng has recently become quite famous in the security department. After all, a 13-year-old child has exchanged a bicycle for his family.

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

Some people who can buy second-hand cars independently are already adults.

"Captain, that's great. I was worried that we would be unlucky this time and not get any good prey."

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

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