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

The old man saw Chen Hao almost fall and quickly raised his hand to hold him.

"A man this big is getting anxious with two pheasants."

"Thank you, Grandpa." Chen Hao stretched his neck to look at the two pheasants and asked, "Grandma, can we have chicken for lunch?"

"No, save it for the evening!"

"Let's make one."

The old man smiled and said, "It's just a pheasant."

"If you have the ability, go catch two for me."

The old lady grabbed two pheasants and went into the kitchen, threw the bag to Chen Hao, and asked him to take it back to the room.

Chen Li stared at the pheasant with her little eyes and followed the old lady with her short legs.

"Eat meat, eat meat."

Chen Hao also wanted to go to the kitchen to keep an eye on the pheasant, so he quickly put the bag into the room and ran out, ready to go into the kitchen.

"Chen Hao, clean the car."

"Okay, big brother, let me take a look at the chicken first."

What's so cool about this?

A male pheasant with feathers is quite pretty, but once it’s scalded in boiling water and its feathers plucked, what’s left to see?

Chen Feng couldn't understand their joy!

Take out the tea cake from inside the clothes and give it to the old man.

"Brother, what's delicious? Cakes?"

Chen Hao just happened to come out and ran over, wanting to open it and take a look, but he didn't dare, so he could only ask shamelessly.

"This is Pu'er." Chen Feng answered casually.

"What is Pu'er? Can it be eaten?" Chen Hao asked unwillingly.

The old man tapped his forehead and said, "I don't know that either. This is tea!"

Chen Hao said aggrievedly: "Grandpa, I have never seen it, how do I know it is tea?"

Chen Feng nodded.

This blow was indeed unjust.

Everyone has their own blind spots in knowledge, and Chen Hao is not very old this year, so how could he possibly know about Pu'er tea?

The old man opened the outer wrapping of the tea cake and smelled it carefully.

"The fragrance is light and the color is bright. This is pre-rain tea."

Chen Feng couldn't tell the difference. He couldn't even tell old tea from new tea, let alone tell the difference between Mingqian tea and rainqian tea.

He suspected that the old man was bragging, but he had no evidence.

Seeing the old man so happy, I thought good things come in pairs and good tea goes well with good water.

"Grandpa, would you like me to bring you some good spring water?"

The old man held the tea bag very dearly, and said with a smile: "Don't make it, keep it, and take it out when you get married."

"Okay, okay, isn't it just some tea?"

The old lady came out with a small bag full of chicken feathers. When she saw the old man holding tea leaves, she laughed at him and said, "How can you be better than a pheasant? You are capable of drinking tea without eating."

The old man said, "What do you know? This is the first time my eldest grandson has given me something, and it's good tea."

His tone suddenly dropped as he recalled, "When my brother went to Yunnan, he asked someone to send back Pu'er tea."

The old lady pulled his hand.

The old man shut up immediately.

Chen Feng stared at the old man, waiting for the next words, but he didn't expect to wait in vain.

"I still have eggs, Haozi, bring a bowl."

Take out the pheasant eggs and ask Chen Hao to take them to the kitchen.

"Mom, here are the eggs."

The little girl was in the stage of observing the world and learning from adults. She imitated Er Guo's tone and said, "Rou Rou is here!"

"Haha, little Lily is so smart."

Chen Hao picked up his sister and kissed her little face.

The little girl was immediately extremely happy. She hugged his neck, giggled, and even imitated Chen Hao's actions and kissed his face.

The friendship between the two siblings makes the kitchen more joyful.

"Let's go wash the car."

Chen Hao put his sister down, came out with a bucket of water, and prepared to clean the bicycle.

Chen Li was reluctant to leave the kitchen. She sat on a small stool and stared at the iron pot on the coal stove.

"Mom, all the eggs have been beaten. I will go to the park to pick up duck eggs tonight."

Chen Feng came in and said, fearing that they would be reluctant to part with it, so they ate half and cooked the other half.

"Okay, there are still some leeks left, let's fry them together."

Zhou Qing also knew that Chen Feng went to "pick up eggs" every day. There was no need to keep chicken eggs and duck eggs at home. They would easily go bad over time, but it was not possible to exchange them for food.

Things have been tense recently and the ghost market has been raided several times.

Chen Jianguo specifically reminded people not to go to the ghost market.

Pheasants are not big. After removing the feathers, each one weighs only a little over one pound, and there are only a few pieces of meat after cutting them into pieces. It is definitely not enough for several people in the family, especially since the appetite of the whole family seems to have increased a lot recently.

So the old lady threw a few pork ribs in and made a pot of pork ribs and pheasant soup.

Sprinkle a layer of green onions and the aroma of the kitchen begins to waft.

The little girl immediately became greedy.

"Mom, I'm so hungry. I want to eat meat."

"Come on, come on."

For lunch, I had sweet potatoes mixed with rice. I cut the sweet potatoes and cooked them together with the rice.

Neither sweet potatoes nor rice have the aroma of pork ribs.

After lunch, Chen Feng entered the room with a large bowl, peeled and seeded the oranges in the space, and squeezed them into orange juice.

The six orange trees are now full of oranges, and Chen Feng has harvested them all.

Fruits are more scarce than food. There is no way to sell so many oranges, and it is impossible to sell them. We can only squeeze them into juice and consume them ourselves.

Fill the five porcelain cups on the table with pure juice, without adding anything else.

Carry the plate and put the cup on it.

"Chen Hao, come in and bring it out. One cup for each person."

Chen Hao came in and saw that he had taken a small sip from a cup first, and said happily: "Brother, when did you buy soda? It's just that the gas is gone. The soda can't be released, it must be kept in the bottle. In this way, when you drink it, gas will come out of your stomach."

"Stop talking nonsense. Drink if you want or not. If you don't want to drink, forget it."

"Hehe, drink it. It tastes good even without gas."

Chen Hao went outside with the plate and started yelling as soon as he went out.

"Grandpa, grandma, mom, sister, my eldest brother bought soda again, but they all ran away in anger."

"Soda is so expensive, why not just drink some sugar water?" Zhou Qing complained, but picked up the cup and took a sip. He liked the orange juice very much.

Chen Hao was afraid that the little girl would spill the cup, so he put it on a stool.

"Sister, lie down and drink."

"Ah."

Chen Li held the cup in her small hands and drank from it in small sips.

Chen Feng held a cup, sat in the study, took a sip, and took out a book to read slowly.

It was Chen Jianguo’s copy of Dream of the Red Chamber.

After watching for a while, I felt sleepy.

Classical Chinese is quite hypnotic to him.

Go back to the bedroom, put the cup aside, and take a nap.

"A big pot."

The little girl came in, kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, saw the half cup of juice that Chen Feng placed beside the bed, and turned to look at her older brother.

I couldn't help but feel greedy again.

"Big pot, I'll help you drink it, okay?"

Chen Feng patted her little butt and continued to sleep.

The little girl immediately lay down on the bed and took a small sip.

She had eaten a full meal at noon and had just drunk another cup, purely out of greed, but she was reluctant to leave it for Chen Hao, so she squatted on Chen Feng's kang and took a sip every once in a while.

In the next few days, Chen Feng either went to the library or went fishing and catching ducks, and most of his catch was sold to Wang Cheng.

Through the connections of Ye Jin and Wang Cheng, he quickly collected the nuts he wanted at the cannery.

The canning factories in Sijiucheng produce a wide variety of fruits, mainly apples, oranges, pears, and loquats.

"Xiao Feng, this thing is useless to you."

Wang Cheng watched Chen Feng take the kernels away and persuaded him again: "It won't survive. Really. I've tried."

Of course you can’t grow it!

The kernel germination rate is not high, and the seedling success rate is also low. Only professionals have the ability to grow fruit tree seeds.

Chen Feng is not a tree planter, but he is cheating.

"It's okay, I'll just give it a try."

Three apple trees and six orange trees have grown in the pasture inside the space.

Several people at home drank fruit juice every day, and poor Chen Hao always thought that it was the soda bought by Chen Feng.