Siheyuan: I just want to live

Chen Feng slowly walked out of the gate of the courtyard, got on the slightly worn-out bicycle, and then pedaled hard, and the bicycle sped towards Wangfujing Department Store.

After arriving at the destination, Chen Feng skillfully parked the bicycle at a designated location, and then walked into the store door with steady steps.

At this moment, the sun was shining on the earth, and the clock had just pointed to the morning. There were few people in the department store, and it seemed a little deserted. After all, most workers were still at work at this moment. Only in the afternoon, when people received their benefits and had leisure time, would this place become bustling.

Chen Feng did not stay for too long, he went straight to the counter selling fabrics with a clear goal. He carefully took out the neatly folded fabric coupons and banknotes from his pocket, and carefully selected ten feet of black and blue fabrics of different thicknesses. After all, the Spring Festival is coming, and it is time to buy new clothes for the upcoming spring and summer seasons.

After buying the required fabrics, Chen Feng did not stop there. He turned to the bedding area and without hesitation spent all the remaining 60 feet of fabric coupons on buying sheets and quilt covers.

Chen Feng looked at the large bag of cloth in his arms and felt a little embarrassed. After all, Chen Feng still had to buy other things, and now that he was holding these cloths, he had no hands to take other things.

When Chen Feng was getting anxious, he glanced and saw the toilet sign hanging on the roof of the mall. Chen Feng followed the sign to the toilet and luckily found that there was no one inside. Chen Feng hurriedly put the cloth into the space and went out to continue shopping.

After Chen Feng came out of the bathroom, he ran straight to the liquor counter and exchanged all the liquor tickets he bought on the black market for liquor.

Finally, Chen Feng left the store with 12 bottles of Moutai in his left hand and 15 bottles of Gujing Gongjiu in his right hand. The salesperson saw that Chen Feng bought so much wine and was afraid that it would be difficult for him to carry it, so he tied it into a bundle considerately.

Chen Feng was very satisfied with the purchase, but he still had a little doubt in his mind: Gujing Gongjiu is obviously a very good wine! Why was it rated as Class B wine by the purchasing department? I really don't understand how they made such a decision.

After leaving the store, Chen Feng did not rush back to the courtyard, but went to the street office first. When he arrived at his destination, the back seat of Chen Feng's bicycle was empty - it turned out that he put all the wine into his own space on the way. However, he still left two bottles in his schoolbag.

Chen Feng stopped his bicycle in front of the street office, then walked to the message room and knocked gently on the window.

When Old Man Huang in the reception room saw Chen Feng, he showed a hint of joy in his eyes. Then he quickly opened the window and pretended to be indifferent and asked, "You are here again, what's the matter this time? Are you looking for Director Wang again?"

Chen Feng placed his hand on the windowsill, leisurely handed the wine glass to the other party, and said casually: "This time I am not looking for Director Wang, but for you. The New Year is coming soon, I got a few bottles of good wine and brought you two bottles to try."

Old Man Huang took the Moutai and examined it carefully. Then he looked up and asked Chen Feng curiously, "Oh! It's Moutai! Really good. Where did you get such good wine?"

Chen Feng looked at his reaction, secretly delighted in his heart, and couldn't help showing a smug look on his face. He said with a bit of self-praise: "Of course, don't you see who I am? How could I give someone a low-quality wine? How about it, you must have never tasted this kind of good wine before, right? So I brought two bottles for you to try."

Old Man Huang looked at the cocky Chen Feng and said with some disdain, "What's so new about Maotai! I drank all the Maotai and Fenjiu I captured on the battlefield. What good wine has your grandpa not drunk?"

Chen Feng knew he was bragging when he heard this. He rolled his eyes and prepared to shake him. So he pretended to be curious and asked

"Hey! Old Huang, isn't alcohol prohibited in the army? Why didn't your leader shoot you for drinking on the battlefield? Besides, don't we turn over all the captured goods to the public? How could you still secretly drink the captured wine?"

When Old Man Huang heard what Chen Feng said, he was stunned. Then he put down the bottle in his hand and stretched out his hand to hit Chen Feng. However, Chen Feng dodged it nimbly.

Not being able to hit Chen Feng, Old Man Huang was so angry that he stamped his feet. He pointed at Chen Feng with trembling fingers, his voice a little distorted with anger: "You little bastard, stand there and don't move! When I get out, I will definitely teach you a lesson!"

After saying this, Old Man Huang turned around and walked quickly towards the door of the message room.

Chen Feng looked at the furious old man Huang in front of him, and felt terrified. How could he dare to stay there and wait to be beaten? So he immediately ran to the bicycle, quickly picked up the bicycle and turned the front of the bicycle around.

Then he pushed the bicycle for a few steps, then put his thighs into a strong stride, sat on the seat, pedaled with all his might, and sped away without looking back.

By the time Old Man Huang chased to the gate of the street office, Chen Feng had already disappeared at the end of the road in the distance.

Old Man Huang looked at Chen Feng's receding back, pointed at him and yelled, "Chen Feng, you little bastard, don't think you can get away with this beating today. I'll remember this, and I'll beat you up again next time I see you!"

Chen Feng, who had already run a hundred meters away, of course did not hear Old Man Huang's angry roar, but at this time a voice came from behind Old Man Huang.

"What's wrong, Lao Huang? Who made you angry?"

Without turning around, Old Man Huang recognized the voice and said with his back to him, "Who else could it be? Old Chen's grandson!"

After saying this, Old Man Huang turned around and looked at Cook Hu and asked, "Why are you here?"

Cook Hu slightly raised the lunch box in his hand, and then said to Old Man Huang: "I'm bringing you your meal. It's almost lunch time. By the way, tell me, how did Chen Feng offend you?"

Old Man Huang reached out his hand and took the lunch box handed over by Cook Hu, while he began to explain to him: "Hey, this is what happened. Just now, Chen Feng brought me two bottles of Moutai, saying that he wanted me to try something new! So I told him that I had drunk all kinds of fine wines captured on the battlefield, so there was nothing strange about it!"

"Who knows? After hearing what I said, Chen Feng actually asked me why I wasn't shot by the leader? Tell me, is this reasonable? I was really pissed off! If he hadn't run fast, I would have definitely beaten him up today to vent my anger!"

After hearing what Old Man Huang said, Cook Hu laughed and responded jokingly, "Haha, Chen Feng is right. It was because you drank alcohol on the battlefield that you were demoted from a battalion commander to a cook carrying a big iron pot, and you continued to do that until you retired."

When Old Man Huang saw Cook Hu making some teasing remarks, he could not help but feel dissatisfied, but he did not want to get too entangled with him, so he glared at him fiercely. Then, Old Man Huang walked around Cook Hu and walked towards the message room without looking back.

Cook Hu didn't seem to care about Old Man Huang's reaction. Instead, he raised his voice and shouted, "Don't drink all the wine by yourself. Remember to bring some back and share some with Old Wu and the others." After saying that, a smug smile appeared on his face.

After returning to the communication room, Huang Laotou became more and more annoyed when he heard what Hu the cook said. He responded unhappily: "I know, you are the most annoying all day long!" However, despite saying this, Huang Laotou still quietly put the two bottles of Moutai aside, preparing to take them back and share them with everyone later.

At this time, Cook Hu had already limped back to the kitchen with satisfaction. Old Huang sat alone at the table, staring blankly at the two bottles of Moutai in front of him, his thoughts already drifting far away.

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Chen Feng fled from the street office, looked at his watch, and found that it was already noon.

Chen Feng turned the car towards the vegetable market, where he bought a large cabbage, some side dishes such as onions, garlic, mushrooms, and finally a handful of vermicelli before leaving the market.

After finishing everything, it was almost twelve o'clock when Chen Feng returned to the courtyard.

Chen Feng stepped over the threshold, wondering: Where did Yan Fugui go? According to common sense, he should have come back a long time ago. After all, there were only a few teachers in their school, so distributing benefits should not take too much time.

Chen Feng shook his head and decided not to think about it any more. After a busy morning, his stomach was rumbling and hunger was overwhelming. So he pushed his bicycle straight through Yan's house and continued on his way.

Walking into the middle courtyard, there was still no one. Every household was busy cooking, and no one came out to chat. Perhaps in the afternoon, this place would return to its former bustle.

Chen Feng hurried back home, not wanting to waste a moment, and impatiently tied on his apron and began to work in the kitchen. Due to time constraints, he did not prepare any exquisite and luxurious dishes for lunch, after all, hunger prevailed at this moment.

Chen Feng put the newly bought vermicelli and meatballs into the pot and stewed them into a bowl of steaming meatball soup. Then, he picked up the steamed buns and enjoyed this simple and delicious meal with satisfaction.

The meatball soup exudes an alluring sour and spicy aroma. On a cold winter day, Chen Feng's forehead is sweating as he eats it, but he feels extremely warm and satisfied. This kind of food can not only bring warmth to the body, but also fill the stomach.

After Chen Feng quickly washed the pots and pans, he found nothing to do, so he turned and walked into the room, took out a fountain pen and started practicing calligraphy. After these days of persistent practice, his handwriting was no longer as ugly as before, making him want to tear it up, but had made obvious progress.