59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

The weather was very hot, but the weather was very hot.

He rolled off the bed, put on his coat, put on his face towel, and ran along the street carefully and quickly.

The original body had heard Chen Jianguo say during dinner that in order to avoid chaos in the city, the disaster victims who came to Sijiu City this year were officially resettled outside the imperial city in Dongcheng District.

He planned to be a good person tonight.

The north wind was ringing in his ears, and the houses on both sides of the street flashed and retreated quickly.

It was the first time that Chen Feng ran at a high speed and felt the speed of the wind.

It was just that his eyes were dry!

"I must buy a pair of goggles in the future."

After running on the street for a while, he turned around along the city wall and soon found the target.

A tent area covering a vast area, surrounded by barbed wire.

Chen Feng didn't know whether there was a resettlement site for disaster victims in the old city.

But in this fictional era, there was a shantytown for disaster victims in the east of the city with tens of thousands of people. People from all regions gathered in military tents according to family and village.

In order to maintain public security here, the military sent a battalion to directly manage it. The barbed wire became a wall, isolating the possibility of thieves and criminals entering and leaving at will.

It was almost midnight, and it was very quiet all around.

"If there is a problem, get out of here immediately!"

Chen Feng said secretly in his heart, quietly walked to the grass between the two sentries, kicked his feet, and easily climbed over the three-meter-high barbed wire and entered the resettlement site.

Originally, he was worried about being discovered, or there were military dogs here.

After entering, he noticed that the sentries on duty were mainly on the periphery of the shantytown, but there were no sentries inside.

The tents were not big, about three or four meters long and wide. He carefully opened one and saw four people squeezed inside.

"Ten sweet potatoes per tent, or ten kilograms of rice!"

While the family was sleeping, their bowls were all filled with rice.

Logically, with so many people in one resettlement site, someone must come out to the toilet at night.

But he walked all the way and there was no one, even the sentry didn't notice anyone coming in.

One family, two families, three families...

While walking, he quietly opened the tent and put the food on their carpets or wooden boards.

According to this ratio, more than a few thousand sweet potatoes and dozens of tons of rice were eventually distributed.

It's not that he wanted to keep them, but all of them were distributed.

"Oh my God, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I saved tens of thousands of people. You must remember it!"

Satisfied, he left the resettlement site and soon after returning home, he went to the kitchen to put more than ten kilograms of rice, more than a dozen potatoes and eight corns.

Back to the city, along the main street, avoiding Guijie and walking back.

Instead of going home first, he went to Shichahai and Beihai.

"Fishing rod, I lost a few small goals tonight, give me a big one!"

Take the hook and throw it into the water.

Less than three seconds after falling into the water, he felt the fishing rod straightened.

"So magical?"

Chen Feng looked up at the sky and thought to himself: "Do good people get good rewards?"

Nonsense, what good people get good rewards?

With a strong pull, the fishing line pulled up a small rectangular box, only more than ten centimeters high, more than twenty centimeters long, and more than ten centimeters wide.

The fishhook just hooked the handle above the box.

Pull it to the water's edge and wash it with lake water.

Chen Feng found that this thing is a bit like a cloisonné enamel (through hair salon) gold and jade box.

The Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty was the heyday of the development of cloisonné enamel craftsmanship in my country. At that time, many enamel products involving court sacrifices, furnishings and daily necessities were manufactured.

From rouge boxes, wine pots, teapots, wine glasses, plates and other various, colorful.

The materials used range from bronze, porcelain, gold, to jade and jadeite carvings.

Chen Feng was able to recognize it because of the blessing of the Forbidden City Museum.

The one in his hand was a large jadeite carved as a whole, and then inlaid with gold, silver and gemstones.

He took a look at the decayed small lock, squeezed it hard, and broke the copper lock.

Put your palms together and worship the heaven and earth three times.

"Don't be rouge, silver or anything!"

"Ou Qi, give me some Ou Qi!"

After worshiping the heaven and earth, open the box.

What caught my eye was a jade seal, with the national seal engraved on the bottom: "The Treasure of the Emperor of Ming Dynasty".

"The Seal of the Emperor of Ming Dynasty."

Chen Feng opened his eyes wide and was a little stunned.

There are eight seals in China, among which the seal of Qin Shihuang is the most valuable. This is the only imperial seal regarded as the legitimate seal of China. After thousands of years, it disappeared during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period.

Not seen.

The subsequent Song Dynasty, Yuan Dynasty, Ming Dynasty, Qing Dynasty, etc., all had their own seals engraved.

Especially in the Qing Dynasty, the emperor would make a jade seal at any time, making the emperor's seal wholesale, with more than 20.

"This, this, this is too crazy!"

Having said that, Chen Feng was still very happy.

What Chen Jia heirloom, just a broken dagger.

Is the seal of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, which rebuilt the Chinese civilization and reshaped the sun and the moon, valuable?

It's easy to make money, but where can I find this jade seal!

Put the seal under the space sun tree.

Pick up the fishing rod and go into the water again.

This time, only a small fish was caught.

It seems that I have used up my luck by catching the Ming Dynasty's imperial seal.

"Forget it, go home."

Walking, walking, when entering the alley, I saw a leather bag on the road.

Chen Feng picked it up, opened it, and was immediately happy.

"Haha, the money is delivered to me."

Dozens of banknotes of different sizes, adding up to almost more than 300 yuan.

There are also more than a dozen tickets, half of which are soda coupons, and the rest are peanut oil coupons, meat coupons and vegetable coupons.

There is also a note inside.

"36,25,87,49,58,61..."

"What the hell is the code, is it a telegraph code?"

Chen Feng thought for a while, picked up the briefcase, put all the money and tickets in it into the space, and only left the briefcase and the note.

The man hid in the dark and waited for more than an hour, but no one came.

It seems that the other party has given up.

'It's really a spy! '

With such a large sum of money, he couldn't think of who would give up.

Walked half a circle, picked up the note and threw it into the Jiaodaokou Police Station.

Going home carefully, gently opened the door, and closed it after a "creak", the front yard returned to silence.

Chen Jianjun opened his eyes and continued to sleep with a wry smile.

Chen Jianguo sighed.

The old man and the old lady chatted for a while.

"Why don't we go to Hong Kong Island, so that Xiaofeng doesn't have to go to the ghost market in the middle of the night for food every day."

The old man shook his head and said, "We promised the Zhang family that we would guard this exit for 20 years, and there are still six years left."

"When it's 65, we'll leave."

No words were spoken all night.

The morning of Sijiu City started with the whistles of some pigeons.

"Douzhier Jiaoquan Bell and Drum Tower, blue sky and white clouds, pigeon whistles".

People in Sijiu City love to raise pigeons. The peak period was in the 70s and 80s. A large number of pigeons flew over the courtyard in groups, making a pleasant sound of humming.

Mr. Mei Lanfang, a famous Peking Opera master, raised more than 150 pigeons at most.

Now it is a disaster year, and there are fewer pigeons, and the pigeon whistles are much smaller.

But at the disaster relief site in the east of the city, this morning was particularly pleasantly surprised.