59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

After a while, the food was very delicious.

At dawn, after washing up, I drank a bowl of porridge at home and ate some leftover eel and wild vegetable soup from last night.

After eating, I went to the He family next door.

It happened that they were also having breakfast.

Steamed buns, cabbage, roasted loach, and pickled white radish.

The level of this food is better than 90% of the civilians.

"Crazy, come, let's eat together."

When Sha Zhu saw that it was Chen Feng, he immediately entertained him warmly.

If it were someone else, he would definitely not ask for this.

Chen Feng was indeed not full, so He Yushui gave him a steamed bun and chopsticks, and he immediately took it.

"Zhuzi, lend me one yuan."

"Sure." Shazhu took out the money without asking.

Chen Feng took a fifty-cent, two twenty-cent and one ten-cent note and said to He Yushui: "Yushui, if you don't go to school, come to my house and help look after Xiaoli, and urge Xiaohao to study. I will treat you to good food at noon."

"Deal, crazy, it's best to catch soft-shelled turtles, they are delicious." He Yushui said happily.

"Yushui, you should call Feng brother." Shazhu corrected. "It's better to sell the soft-shelled turtles, and it's better to exchange them for fine grains than to eat them."

"Got it, big brother--" He Yushui stretched out his voice.

Chen Feng ate two loaches and got up to leave.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Eat more before you leave."

Chen Feng waved his hand.

"No, I'm going fishing, Zhuzi, come to my house early in the evening."

To be honest, Chen Feng was more or less bullying Shazhu for being honest.

You know, if Sha Zhu has this time, he can take some private banquets for carnivores, not only can he eat some good food, but also get one or two yuan in labor fees.

But Sha Zhu is grateful to the Chen family and doesn't care about these things.

Of course, Chen Feng also remembers it in his heart.

"Okay!" Sha Zhu said carelessly.

Back home, some people go to work, while Zhou Qing and the old lady go to buy cloth, cotton and kerosene.

The old man watched the two children drawing sand paintings in the study.

"Big pot, big pot, come and see my pig, it's delicious!" The little girl waved her little hands and said.

"Haha, good!"

Chen Feng walked over and patted his head again.

Seeing Chen Feng take out the fishing rod, the old man said: "Be careful when you go to Kunming Lake. Once someone is eyeing you and loses the fish bucket, there is no need to fight for this little thing with others."

"Don't worry, grandpa."

Chen Feng didn't expect that his parents didn't notice his thoughts, but the old man saw it at a glance.

Walk one kilometer to the Drum Tower bus stop on the north side of Nanluoguxiang to take the bus and then transfer.

The Drum Tower is a building where giant drums were placed in ancient times. They were used to beat drums to alarm, catch thieves, and beat drums to tell time on time.

Nanluoguxiang corresponds to the Drum Tower. It is located southeast of the Drum Tower in Sijiucheng, and the northwest corner is the inner ring Shichahai.

The Drum Tower in Sijiucheng, together with the Drum Tower in Xi'an and Nanjing, is one of the few well-preserved ancient buildings in China.

The Drum Tower Station is a meeting point for many buses.

Chen Feng saw several gas-powered buses.

"Fortunately, I don't have to sit. It's too dangerous, like sitting under a bomb."

At this time, most of the buses still used gasoline, and only a few used gas packs as a power source.

It was not until the next year, from 1960 to 1963, that due to the extremely tight supply of gasoline, buses were largely switched to gas as fuel, supplemented by a small amount of gasoline.

This modified car is equipped with an air bag on the roof, and it is refueled every time it travels back and forth (Iron Man Wang Jinxi visited Beijing in September 1959 and rode this kind of car).

In May 1964, the oil supply improved, and vehicles that used to burn coal gas resumed using gasoline.

"Little comrade, put the fishing rod horizontally." The ticket seller gave him the invoice and kindly reminded him.

"Okay, thank you sister." Chen Feng said sweetly.

"Hey, did you hear that? He called me sister." The ticket seller said happily to the driver.

The driver rolled his eyes.

"Your child is five years old, and you are an aunt."

The beautiful ticket seller retorted: "Even if I give birth to a child, I am still a flower in the North City compound."

"It's a pity that it was stuck in cow dung!" The driver laughed wildly.

"Hahaha."

The people in the car laughed kindly.

"Comrade driver, you are wrong. Cow dung is fertilizer, which is most suitable for growing flowers and plants." A girl who looks like a college student said.

"Yes, now even manure needs a ticket."

"That's right. I heard that in other places, manure is divided into two types: manure and urine, and the weight is marked every time. That's how it is. Every village is desperate to get a ticket.

Apply, I wish I could grab all the manure from factories and schools. "

"Alas, there is no way, manure is fertilizer, now the grain harvest is poor, everyone wants to spread more fertilizer in the fields."

"It will be better next year, everything will be better."

Chen Feng listened to their discussion quietly.

After getting off the bus at the station, he walked a few miles along the ridge in the middle of the farmland. Every few miles, there were militiamen with guns guarding the edge of the field, staring at him.

The area where Kunming Lake is located was originally the royal garden of the Qing Dynasty. Under the design of ancient garden masters, Kunming Lake is a longevity peach shape, and the inside is the Tai Chi Yin Yang fish.

After the end of the decadent dynasty rule, this place was transformed into an irrigation planting area.

The spring water irrigation of Yuquan Mountain made this place a well-known rice producing area in western Beijing.

"Are you here to fish?"

A militiaman in his forties came over with a Hanyang gun, which can be regarded as an antique gun in the United States.

"Yes, uncle, are you not allowed to fish? "Chen Feng asked.

"You can fish, but I advise you not to waste time. We have already caught all the fish and shrimps." The militia advised.

"Since I'm here, I'll give it a try first. "

Chen Feng followed the road and went to the island in the center of the lake.

Otherwise, as long as he stood by the field, the militia would suspect that he was stealing rice.

Maybe the fish here were really caught by the nearby villagers, and there was no one on the island in the middle of the lake.

Chen Feng directly fished with an empty hook.

After waiting for less than thirty seconds, a carp weighing more than one jin was caught.

Keep up the good work.

In half an hour, the fish bucket he brought was full, with carp, crucian carp, silver carp, and a rare 5-jin grass carp.

But no turtle was caught today.

The fish bucket was full, Chen Feng did not leave, but walked around the island in the middle of the lake, digging the lake mud on the shore under his feet into the space.

A farmland area of ​​ten meters long, wide and twenty centimeters thick was formed in the southeast of the altar, and he felt a little dizzy.

'That's it for now, continue digging tomorrow.'

"Don't turn around, there are no fish. "The kind-hearted militiaman shouted at him across the lake.

Chen Feng shook his hand to show that he understood.

He dug some more lake mud and controlled this part of the mud with his mind to form a three-meter-wide pool in the northeast of the altar.

The golden water of the Sun Well flew into the pool under his control, and soon formed a small pool with a height of half a meter and a diameter of three meters.

Chen Feng chose a dilapidated pavilion by the lake and went fishing again. He soon caught seven or eight fish and threw them directly into the pool.

He sat for half an hour before getting up with the bucket.

Walked to the main road in the middle of the field and walked along the road for several miles until he could no longer see the militia. He then relaxed his vigilance and walked along the road while waiting for the bus.

Walking for almost half an hour, saving a dime, he got a gas bus back.

Just as he got on, the ticket seller stared at his bucket in a daze.

"Collect money, what are you looking at?"

The driver turned his head and asked, and then his eyes were straight.

"Fuck, which lake still has so many fish to fish? "

Chen Feng smiled secretly.

He could indeed put it away, but if someone reported it, it would be difficult to explain.

If you want to avoid being reported for unknown food sources in the future, the best way is to start building yourself into a "food finder" now, who can catch fish that others can't catch, find food that others can't find, and at least have a reasonable reason.

It's easy to hide in space, but it's hard to explain the source in the bureau!