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

Nanluoguxiang is 786 meters long, with 8 alleys on the east and west sides. There is a supply and marketing cooperative, a street office, but no police station (the closest one is the Jiaodaokou Police Station of the Dongcheng Branch) or a vegetable market.

The vegetable market is on Guijie Street. It is a state-owned enterprise and the vegetables there are always so fresh that the dirt is not even cleaned.

After a round of shopping, Chen Feng discovered that the prices of vegetables were exceptionally "cheap", ranging from a few cents to thirty cents, with some, such as tofu, being only sixty or seventy cents per pound.

Soybeans can be used to extract oil and are a scarce commodity, which makes tofu a high-priced commodity.

Chinese cabbage is the cheapest, at 3 cents per pound, and some poor quality ones (previously unsaleable, as the three-price, nine-grade system for vegetables has not yet been implemented) are only 2 cents.

I bought three pounds of rapeseed hearts, two pounds of mushrooms and five pounds of tofu.

"Comrade, the crabs from Tanggu, Tianjin are only 50 cents per pound. Buy a few pounds and take them home to eat!"

"It's really cheap!" Chen Feng exclaimed.

Low prices are good for people with urban household registration, but very unfriendly to farmers and fishermen in the countryside!

"Yes, these crabs are so cheap, and pork is expensive and hard to buy. Comrade, please give me a few pounds." The salesperson tried his best to sell.

People can’t buy meat now, so they generally choose to buy fish and rarely want to buy crabs.

The fish meat accounts for a large proportion of the net weight, while the crab meat is less, and it’s a bit of a shame to charge only 50 cents per pound.

Chen Feng smiled, shook his head and left.

On the way, he met Yi Zhonghai's wife who was also buying vegetables.

Yi Zhonghai's wife is a very traditional Chinese woman. She endures all hardships silently, takes care of the deaf old lady No. 95, and endures the rumors that she is infertile.

However, relying on Yi Zhonghai's salary as a level 7 fitter, his life is still very good.

She is a warm-hearted and kind person.

"Xiao Feng, why are you here? Where are your mother and grandmother?"

Chen Feng carried the basket and said, "My mother went to Red Star to report this morning. She will work in the logistics department in the future and will be responsible for purchasing. Then she will go to the police station and the street office to handle household registration, so I came to buy vegetables today."

"Oh, this is great news!"

An auntie said enthusiastically: "Congratulations, your whole family has rationed food, and life is getting better and better."

Chen Feng nodded, noticing that her basket was full of vegetables, and asked, "Auntie, Uncle Yi earns so much, why are there only vegetables? Buy some fish."

The fish in the vegetable market are not expensive, and you can even see sea fish from Tianjin.

The only downside is that there is no modern preservation technology or ice cubes used in the transportation of seafood. Most of the seafood is dead and has lost its freshness. The price generally fluctuates around one yuan.

"Xiao Feng, if you want to eat seafood, go to your grandfather's Tianjin."

An old lady warned earnestly: "Seafood is valuable because it's fresh. Once it dies, the taste changes."

"Besides, the price in Tianjin is only half of that at most. The vegetable market is too expensive."

Hehe, the middlemen make money from the price difference!

Chen Feng smiled and nodded.

These days, middlemen don’t make much money from the price difference, with a fluctuation of only 10-20%, and most of them just break even, because the people above them really have to have some shame.

Unlike future successors who tamper with various forms and are criticized by everyone, they are simply replaced and continue to enjoy high pensions.

When I came out of the vegetable market, I passed by a stall making sugar figurines. I didn’t know if he was from the state-owned vegetable market or a staff member of a nearby state-owned restaurant.

This is an old craftsman who looks to be in his sixties or seventies. A group of children from the neighborhood gathered around him, watching him with envy and admiration as he made the ingenious sugar figures, exclaiming in amazement from time to time.

Their amazement and gazes are the best compliments to the old man.

His skill in making sugar figures is very advanced. All the small sugar figures are lifelike, almost comparable to the glass products of later generations.

There are not only chickens, ducks, pigs, cows and horses, but also characters from various comic strips.

This is a true master of handicraft art!

"Master, how much is one?"

"One cent each!" The old master looked up and said with a smile.

Chen Feng looked at the dazzling array of sugar figures and had the illusion that Guan Gong was fighting against Sun Wukong.

Pointing at a sugar man holding a sword.

"Is this Liu Bei?"

"Yes, you want this?" the old master asked happily.

"No, I want all of them except this one." Chen Feng said with a smile.

The old master and the old lady were stunned for a few seconds.

"Comrade, there are so many, can your children finish them?" asked the old master.

Chen Feng smiled again and said, "Eat it up if you can, if you can't, just leave it alone."

Sugar men can be stored for several days, especially in the north where the air becomes dry after the end of October, so they can be stored longer, as long as they are not infested by insects.

He planned to put it in his own space.

There were originally insects in the mud and grass in the space, but most of them became food for pheasants and wild ducks.

Moreover, Chen Feng limited their flying altitude, and they could not fly higher than 10 meters. They could only drool at the rice, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, peaches, and oranges above their heads.

"Oh, as long as you can finish it, I'll count."

The old man counted three times before he said, "Forty-nine in total. Forty-nine cents."

Chen Feng gave him fifty cents and said, "No need to look at the wall, Master. If it tastes good, I'll come to you next time."

"OK, no problem."

There were forty-nine sugar figures, which were too difficult to carry with one hand, so Chen Feng directly put them into the vegetable basket. It looked like the rapeseed hearts were engaged in a sugar figure war.

"Auntie, I'm leaving now."

"Okay, you go back first. I walk slowly, so you don't have to wait for me."

Chen Feng left quickly with the basket of vegetables. A group of children wanted to cry when they saw that all the little sugar figures they loved so much were sold.

One by one they went home to ask their parents for a penny.

He walked to an empty corner and put most of the sugar figures into the space, leaving only Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Tang Sanzang and the White Dragon Horse.

When we returned to the compound, Jia Banggeng was also there.

"Lily, come here and choose one."

Chen Li looked around and resolutely chose to look at the ugliest Zhu Bajie instead of her favorite Sun Wukong.

"pig!"

"Why, don't you like monkeys?"

"Zhu Bajie is fat."

Chen Li said without thinking.

Chen Feng looked at Zhu Bajie, then at the other three.

Well, it is true that Zhu Bajie is the greatest.

"Little clever devil."

He gave Zhu Bajie to Chen Li and took the remaining three and prepared to put them in the study.

"Brother Xiaofeng, can I exchange something with you for the candy man?" Jia Banggeng asked.

"What do you have?" Chen Feng said, "If you like it, just go find your mother and she'll give you a penny. It's not expensive."

"My mother is reluctant to give me money."

Jia Bang makes a comment.

He has a high IQ and knows how to take advantage of others at a young age, but unfortunately his character changed in the future.

"Okay, give me a word!"

Chen Feng glanced at him.

Big kid!

"Three minutes. If you don't get there within three minutes, the deal is void."

"it is good!"

Banggeng immediately ran home.

"Is this guy planning to take his own property?" Chen Feng thought, stroking his chin.

Almost every household in Beijing has some antiques. Chinese people have always been thrifty and frugal, and porcelain from the Qing Dynasty is often passed down from generation to generation. Many bowls used by great-grandfathers may still be used by great-grandsons.

During the period of public-private partnership, the government bought the goods at a very low price of 1 to 10 yuan, and could collect two truckloads a day.

Some Qing Dynasty porcelains of little value were sold to foreign countries, earning hundreds of millions of dollars a year in exchange for precious technology, machinery, lathes, etc.

(Once again: private transactions are strictly prohibited. In the past few years, many big antique dealers were suppressed during the "Three Antis" and "Five Antis" movements. They ate peanuts, and the crime was violating the Cultural Relics Law.)