59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

The fruit was only a few cents a pound in the market, but Chen Feng had never seen it before, and it was even rarer than pork.

It was true that later generations said that prices were cheap.

It was indeed very cheap!

However, ordinary people could not buy anything even cheaper.

Tickets have become another real class.

"It's a big loss!"

Chen Feng happily stuffed the tickets, apples, and oranges into his pocket.

"Say hello to your grandfather for me."

Wu Yulong patted his shoulder, deliberately using a little strength.

Chen Feng was stunned and asked, "Uncle Wu, do you know my grandfather?"

Wu Yulong looked at him in surprise and said with a smile, "I don't know him, but I have heard that he and your father can put aside everything and treat themselves as ordinary people. They would rather pay out of their own pockets to help the orphans of their comrades and feed their families six-tenths of their stomachs than get involved in power. The old man and your father are really amazing."

Chen Feng admired the old man's realm of the way ... Holding the fishing rod and bucket, I walked to Wangfujing Department Store.

The price of rice was 2.4 yuan per pound, which had increased by one cent.

It was okay, I'll buy one pound first.

"Thank you, uncle."

There were no polyethylene plastic bags that were common in later generations. All of them were made of paper.

Rectangular, with diamond-shaped stripes on the front, printed with the words "Sijiu City Department Store/Wangfujing Department Store", and below was the pattern, address and phone number of the department store.

Don't think it's quite low-class.

But in the eyes of the children, this was the most worthy thing to show off, enough for them to show off among their peers for several days.

Power = tickets = materials = status = face!

Being able to buy things at Wangfujing Department Store meant that the family had a higher status in the compound.

The wrapping paper of Wangfujing Department Store was the face of every family in Sijiu City.

Every year during the Chinese New Year, small gifts were given. The family that brought out the most advanced wrapping paper had more face.

As for the gifts, the dried sweet potatoes were very sweet!

"Hello, comrade, give me a pound of oil."

The young lady who worked in the grain and oil store looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, short, less than 1.6 meters tall.

She was stunned for a while when she saw Chen Feng, and only came back to her senses when he shook the ticket.

"Okay."

Then she was stunned.

Chen Feng asked in confusion: "Is there any problem?"

The salesperson said blankly: "Comrade, you, you have to give me the bottle."

Oops!

Chen Feng slapped his head. He had been here for less than ten days, but he was still not used to the shopping style of this world.

Peanuts, rice, etc. can be wrapped in paper, but what about peanut oil?

"Excuse me, please remember to leave me a pound of peanut oil, I'll go back and get it."

Before he ran there, he heard shouting and cursing from the No. 95 compound in the distance.

"You evil Buddha who deserves to go to hell, you thief, don't let me catch you, or I will definitely put you in the oil pan and chop you into minced meat and eat you!"

Foye is the self-proclaimed name of many thieves in the city of Sijiu, and outsiders also call him three hands.

The name comes from the thousand hands and the thousand Buddhas. The more hands, the faster you are, and the more you steal. Buddha and Fu are homophones.

However, Chen Feng always thought that this was a jargon produced in the 1970s and 1980s, but he didn't expect that it already existed in this era.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

There was a sharp metallic sound of a kitchen knife grinding a stone.

Chen Feng, who didn't want to get involved, immediately went into the No. 95 compound.

Using a knife is not a trivial matter.

In fact, he thought too much!

If someone's things are stolen from someone's house, it is very scientific and reasonable to use a kitchen knife to scold them!

The aunties who were eating melons looked very calm.

"You damn bad bastard, you actually stole into our compound. Sister Cao, don't worry, wait for Uncle to come back, and we will help you find the stolen wild duck."

An old lady from the No. 95 compound kept persuading her.

"Don't scold me first, you will get sick and need to spend money to treat it,"

The old lady is the wife of Yi Zhonghai, a seventh-level fitter at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. Because she has not been pregnant for many years, in this era

, she always thought it was her own problem, so she felt guilty and obeyed her husband in everything.

She was a poor good woman. Unlike her husband who liked to talk big and shout about morality, she had been doing a lot of practical things, such as taking care of the childless and deaf old lady in the No. 95 compound.

Chen Feng saw his younger brother Chen Hao, who was squatting among the children in the No. 95 compound with a half-bottle of soda that had faded a lot.

Then on the wall between the No. 93/95 compound, there was a wooden ladder leaning against it. Chen Jianguo sat on the ladder and watched the show with relish.

"Brother."

"Chen Hao, what's going on?"

"A thief broke into Aunt Cao's house, and several kilograms of wild ducks in the house were stolen."

A few kilograms of ducks.

As a migratory bird, the maximum weight of the mallard is only 3 kilograms, which is completely different from the Beijing duck.

"Sun thief, your whole family will not have a good death. Sooner or later, they will go to hell. Everyone will be skinned and torn!"

Aunt Cao continued to use her big move, knocking with a kitchen knife.

Chen Feng was stunned.

I have learned a lot!

The four olds have not been destroyed yet, and feudal superstitions are still strong.

After scolding like this, the fat face of Jia Zhang appeared at the door of the Jia family in front of her.

"Sister Cao, are you thirsty? Or drink some water to take a breath, moisten your throat and continue to scold."

6 Ah!

Is this the old wizard who goes crazy at every turn, opens the coffin of old Jia when he disagrees with something, and calls for souls in the No. 95 compound?

Chen Feng feels that Jia Zhang is completely different from the TV series.

This level is a bit high!

No wonder their family gave birth to a thief saint who is a big winner in life, two smart and cunning female wolves, and a saintly white lotus Qin Huairu.

Jia Dongxu is so honest, he is definitely the offspring of old Jia.

Those who doubted the lineage of Xiao Jia were definitely wronging the Jia Zhang family.

"Chen Hao, come back with me."

Chen Feng took a look, threw the fishing rod and fish bucket to him, and turned back.

In fact, there was nothing to see. It was nothing more than that the unlucky Aunt Cao was stolen by a greedy guy, who was reluctant to eat most of the wild duck.

Then he took a kitchen knife and sat in the middle courtyard, facing Jia Dongxu's family and cursing the thief's ancestors.

"Brother, will our Lai Fu bite people?"

Chen Hao gave the fish bucket and fishing rod to two followers, took a soda, and asked behind.

"Don't say people, even if Chang Wei comes, we have to kneel down and sing Conquer."

Chen Feng smiled lightly.

"Brother, whose dog is Chang Wei?"

Chen Hao couldn't understand his brother's joke, and didn't know that Chang Wei bullied Lai Fu badly.

"Chang Wei, the vicious dog of General Li." Chen Feng smiled.

Chen Hao and several other children nodded, looking at him with great admiration.

Brother Xiaofeng was so impressive that he even knew General Li, the dog of the family!

"Big pot, second brother doesn't look after the house."

The little girl was sitting on a stool at the kitchen door, holding Lai Fu's tail. When she saw Chen Feng coming in, she let go of Lai Fu and ran over to complain.

"Woof woof!"

Poor Lai Fu ran up quickly, escaping from the little girl's clutches.

"Lily, there are no thieves in our yard." Chen Hao argued loudly.

The little girl glared at him angrily.

"Haha, it's better to look after the house. Little Lily is sensible. I'll give you an extra slice of orange later."

Chen Feng took her hand and returned to the kitchen.