59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

"Grandpa, what has your second uncle been busy with recently? He is not out there, has he found a daughter-in-law for you?"

Chen Feng held the little girl and made small talk.

The little girl was already feeling a little sleepy. She lay in his arms, nodding her head.

But he just wouldn't let go and didn't want to go back to his room to sleep.

Chen Jianguo just finished eating and went out again.

Chen Feng suspected that his second uncle's spring had arrived.

The old man lay on the bench, squinting his eyes and looking at the sunset.

The old lady was still embroidering small cotton shoes for the little girl to wear in the winter. A small Chinese character "Fu" (meaning "blessing") on the toe of the shoe revealed most of the red texture.

"What else can I be busy with? On National Day, of course, I am busy protecting everyone's safety."

The peak period of espionage activities was from the end of 1949 to the autumn of 1953. The "Instructions on Suppressing Counter-Revolutionary Activities" opened the prelude to the nationwide movement to suppress counter-revolutionaries, and by the autumn of 1953, the nationwide movement to suppress counter-revolutionaries was completely over.

Most of the pawns left behind by Principal Chang were exposed in the anti-espionage operations that lasted for three years, and only a few were safe and sound.

More than 67 people were arrested.

At this time, there were very few spies. We cannot say that there were none, but it can be said that the number of those who still adhered to their ideals and continued to fight was almost zero, and most of them were trying to protect themselves and survive.

However, as Beijing is the best place to live, Chen Jianguo becomes extremely busy every time a large-scale event is held.

When Chen Feng saw the old lady, he had the idea of ​​sewing plane tickets again.

However, it is highly likely that Lou Xiao'e will not be able to get through, and can only exchange it through other channels. The old professor is one, and the black market is another.

"Master, I heard there are a lot of good things in the pigeon market and the black market. Is that true?"

After more than five days, two waves of rice were harvested, accumulating nearly 20 tons. The quantity of sweet potatoes and corn was even larger, and even potatoes and peanuts weighed dozens of kilograms.

He had a lot of food in his hands, but he didn't dare to spend it.

Whether it is the pigeon market or the black market, there is a lot of trouble behind it. Maybe there are special organizations preparing to fish for it.

Rumor has it that spies exchanged intelligence here (true story).

It is normal for ordinary people to exchange some fish, shrimps and rabbits, but if they take out dozens of kilograms of rice and corn, they will definitely be taught a lesson in minutes why China is the safest among the five major gangsters in the world.

At the peak, 70,000 black market people were arrested in one night.

Horror!

"Xiao Feng, this is not called a black market, it's called a ghost market."

The old man had never told Chen Feng about these things before, because Chen Feng had never been interested in these things. Every day he would either read at home, go to Beihai Library to read, or practice martial arts at home.

But now that my grandson asked, I became interested.

The old man still explained it to him carefully.

"We have eight ghost markets in our city of Sijiu, and the one at the foot of the old imperial city in the west is the largest."

"Also, going over there is called the Ghost Market. So, do you want to go there?"

"A trip to the ghost market is interesting." Chen Feng thought about it and felt that this "trip" was very interesting.

He once heard from an elder that the "ghost market" outside Chaoyang Gate was lined up along the Chaoyang Gate city wall from north to south, and when it was prosperous it could stretch for two miles.

They sell everything, without any particular category. Whoever comes first gets the first spot.

"Grandpa, tell me, I'm just curious."

The old man smiled and said, "Our Forbidden City is centered on the Forbidden City and is divided into four cities: East, West, South, and North. Each city has its own ghost market."

"The farthest ghost markets are Daliushu Ghost Market and Panjiayuan Ghost Market. There are many ghost artifacts there, but the people there are the most dangerous."

"There are two rules in the ghost market: look at the goods, not the price, and look at the goods, not the people."

"How do we negotiate the price?" Chen Feng asked.

The old man stretched out his left hand, covered the other side with a hat, and pinched the fingers of his right hand.

"It means one dollar, or ten dollars, or a hundred, or a thousand."

Pinching the price in the sleeve, pinching the index finger to represent one, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand; pinching the index and middle fingers to represent two, twenty, two hundred, two thousand, twenty thousand; adding the ring finger to represent three, thirty, three hundred, three thousand...

Chen Feng watched carefully as the old man demonstrated the price-cutting technique to him.

This is a necessary skill for going to the ghost market.

"If you want to go to the ghost market, you have to buy a lantern."

The old man reminded that there was only one lantern in the house, in Chen Jianjun's room.

The horse lantern is actually a portable, windproof kerosene lamp that can be hung on a horse when riding at night, hence the name. In coastal areas, it is mostly used on ships and is also called a "ship lantern".

If Chen Feng wants to go to the ghost market, he must prepare one himself.

"Sir, I'm just interested."

The old man glanced at him with an expression that said, "Do you take me for a fool?"

"Remember, don't shine the lantern on others, or they might get angry with you."

The old man said slowly, "Many things in the ghost market cannot be seen in public. Some things can even be attacked by bullets. Everyone wants to be able to transform into various forms, but the most taboo thing is for others to remember their faces."

Chen Feng waited quietly for the old man's explanation until Chen Jianjun and his wife came back and put the sleeping girl in the rocking bed.

When it got dark, he went to Beihai Park again with his fishing rod and fish bucket.

The old lady on the bed heard the door open and kicked the old man hard, almost kicking him off the bed.

"You just didn't listen, and now Xiaofeng has gone to the ghost market."

The old man touched his calf.

"Jianguo can't even take one of his moves. It's not a bad idea to let him go and give it a try."

"I followed my father up the mountain when I was ten years old. He is thirteen now, so he should go out for a walk too."

The old lady said worriedly, "I'm afraid someone will break the rules and resort to despicable means."

The old man laughed sinisterly and said, "If someone really did this, they would definitely suffer a great loss. Your grandson is very smart."

The old lady was still a little uneasy.

The old man lay on the bed, looking out the window, waiting for his grandson to come back.

When Chen Feng came to the park, he found many competitors, each of them holding a kerosene lamp, disturbing flocks of mallard ducks.

I threw the fishing hook into the water, and within a moment, someone came over.

Seeing a dark figure standing on the shore, he walked over with great interest to take a look.

"Hey, man, you're really in a good mood to go fishing with a face towel in the middle of the night."

This man was also very bold. When he saw Chen Feng wearing a face mask, he actually walked over.

Chen Feng pulled up the hook, pulled the mallard over, and said, "I caught a duck after all. Did you pick up the duck eggs?"

"It's covered!"

The visitor stared at the mallard duck in his hand and gave the highest praise to Laosijiucheng.

Blocked shot does not mean basketball, but it means praising someone for being good.

"You are absolutely amazing!"

Chen Feng threw the duck into the fish bucket and pointed at the dim lights of several kerosene lamps approaching from a distance, which were slowly coming towards him like will-o'-the-wisp.

"If you don't hurry up, someone else will come over here."

Seeing the competitor in the distance, the visitor was no longer in the mood to chat. He quickly picked up the lamp and continued to harass the mallards along the shore, looking for possible dropped duck eggs.

Chen Feng caught another mallard here.

He took two live wild ducks and twenty wild duck eggs from the space and turned to the nearest ghost market in Dongcheng District - Guijie.

Guijie Street is the future Dongzhimen Inner Street. Going east along Gulou East Street, it is 700 meters away from Nanluoguxiang.

It can be said that it is very close!