59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

The two of them were so busy that they had to wait for Jia Dongxu and his son to go to the backyard to pick leaves.

When Jia Dongxu and his son really went to the backyard to pick leaves, Chen Feng and Sha Zhu smiled at each other.

"Hehe!"

"Hehe."

He Yushui and Chen Hao looked at the two of them and felt puzzled.

Chen Li looked at the donkey pulling the cart curiously, and wanted to ride it, but was afraid of being kicked by the donkey.

A pair of big eyes kept turning.

"Comrade, please pay the fare, I still have things to do."

The driver was already a little impatient.

Time is money.

As a member of the Sijiucheng Transport Company, he still wanted to work hard and make more money.

"Oh, sorry!"

Sha Zhu took out three cents and touched it again, but didn't find it.

His expression froze, and he couldn't help but look at Chen Feng.

"No way, you don't even have one dollar?" Chen Feng asked in astonishment.

Are married men living so miserably?

"I spent all my money on these things." Sha Zhu said awkwardly, "Just lend me two cents."

Chen Feng took out a fifty-cent note and handed it to the driver.

"I'll pay you back next time." Sha Zhu smiled.

If these condiments are prepared and sold to Huo Zhilan and Hu Yunxuan, he can get at least ten yuan in extra subsidies. For him, this money determines his comfortable life next month.

The driver drove away, Chen Feng took a look, and planned to go back.

"Remember, leave me a few pounds."

"Okay, don't worry." Sha Zhu waved his hand.

"Jia Dongxu, are you sick? Why are you picking leaves from my house?"

Just then, the angry voice of Widow Meng came from the backyard.

"What's wrong with me picking some leaves? This tree is not yours!" Jia Dongxu said a little unhappy.

In the old city, the eight major officials look down on other industries, those with jobs in other industries look down on those without jobs, those without jobs look down on those without urban hukou, and those without urban hukou look down on parasites like Widow Meng.

Then, the civil servants stood at the highest point and said to this group of people on the discrimination chain.

"I'm not talking about you, but everyone here is garbage."

Jia Dongxu also looked down on Widow Meng, with a sense of honor as a big worker in the old city.

Workers, working spirit, workers are all superior to others!

This lyric is very appropriate in this era!

Workers have a very high status, and generally have a mentality that the factory is my home and eating and drinking depends on everyone.

"The tree in front of my house, how can it not belong to me?" Widow Meng argued.

"That's the countryside, this is Sijiucheng!" Jia Dongxu shook his head and said, "The house belongs to Xu Damao, but this yard doesn't. It belongs to the street office."

Chen Feng found it interesting and went to the backyard to watch the show.

He Yushui, Chen Hao, Chen Li, and Lai Fu also followed.

Not only them, but Jia Zhang, who heard the quarrel, also came to help her son.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Jia Banggeng told the story again, and Jia Zhang said sarcastically: "When did the daughter-in-law of the Xu family become the street office?"

"Even if it is the street office, it serves the people!"

"You are not allowed to pick leaves, Sijiucheng can't tolerate such a living bandit!"

Widow Meng's face became ugly, but she couldn't lower her head.

Who hasn't breathed yet?

Even the Buddha is fighting, otherwise how could there be a bump on the forehead?

The Three Pure Ones are vicious and hit the forehead specifically!

"I don't steal or rob, but it's better than someone relying on her beauty to borrow money and food from those stinky men in the yard."

This sentence is very lethal!

At least Qin Huairu, who was standing at the door of the backyard, was stabbed in the heart by this sentence, and immediately turned around and ran back to the house.

"Alas, don't say this casually."

Yi Zhonghai's wife, who recently liked to embroider clothes in the house of the deaf old lady, hurriedly advised: "It's just a small matter, don't hurt the harmony, Dongxu, you are a man in the city, you should be fair."

"I'm a fart!"

How could Jia Dongxu endure this cold knife.

As a man, it is impossible to endure such an insult!

He raised his hand and wanted to swing it, but was dodged by the amazing fighting power of the widow Meng, who was the first to arrive and kicked out with a "deadly scissor kick".

Chen Feng felt the lower body cold, not to mention Jia Dongxu, who opened his eyes wide and was about to turn into a convex ball.

¤_¤!

"Hit my son, I'll fight you!"

Zhang Cuihua also went up.

But the fact is that although Jia Zhangshi is a little fat, having a lot of fat does not mean having great strength.

A group of people watched with great interest.

Chen Feng patted He Yushui.

"They borrowed grain and money from Xu Damao

" "I don't know, but I didn't come to my house. My sister-in-law didn't agree." He Yushui showed a smug smile. "He also came to my house." The resident of the middle courtyard next to him whispered. "My family is also, but whose family is easy, it's New Year's Day, and they can't even eat enough, and they have to borrow it? "Another person said disdainfully.

Chen Feng didn't know that this year, without Yi Zhonghai, the biggest benefactor, the price of grain on the black market had skyrocketed more than ten times because of the Spring Festival.

Jia Dongxu's salary alone couldn't buy too much grain, unless Jia Zhangshi was willing to use the money that Jia had earned with his life.

But that was Jia Zhangshi's coffin and medical expenses, and Jia Zhangshi would not use it unless it was a one-time event.

Qin Huairu had to shamelessly ask someone to borrow grain, and the Chen family and the He family were just one of them.

The reason for doing so was also very simple.

Now the price of grain on the black market has increased more than ten times per catty, starting at three yuan. Borrowing grain to get through the Spring Festival and repaying it with the reduced-price black market grain in the future can save a lot of money.

"Who borrowed it?"

"I heard that an old lady and a deaf lady sold some grain coupons to them."

Soon, Liu Haizhong, who was on vacation at home, and Yan Bugui, who was teaching at home, came and separated the people.

"Let's go back. ”

With the two old men here, there is naturally no excitement to watch.

“Grandpa, there is another fight next door!”

Chen Feng glanced at his younger brother and felt that he used the word “again” not very accurately.

What does “again” mean? It should be “again”!

Since February, first, the loving father Liu Haizhong was so worried about teaching his son that he broke a belt; then Xu Damao saw Ran Qiuye, and as a result, Sha Zhu got jealous and “showed affection” with him in public; not long ago, the thief came out of the mountain to fulfill Jia Zhang’s desire to eat meat, but was caught by He Yushui, leaving five fingerprints on his face.

The young girl He Yushui ate and drank at Chen’s house, and her strength increased a lot, just like the legendary iron sand palm.

“Why bother.”

The old man shook his head, not understanding how a few leaves could lead to a bloody case.