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

"Xiao Feng, why didn't you tell us earlier? These shrimps are so expensive. How can we afford them?"

My aunt complained.

My heart aches. I lost so much money.

"Fifty cents per pound! Fifty cents!" Zhou Jing was also heartbroken.

The two felt as if they had missed out on hundreds of millions.

Well, 5 cents is indeed a lot of money for the cost-conscious fishermen.

"And a shrimp must weigh at least half an ounce, which costs five cents. I ate seven or eight of them, which is equivalent to eating a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes, isn't it?"

"In fact, we two are the ones who eat less. Fubo and Dinghai are even more exaggerated. Together, they must have eaten at least twenty!"

The more the couple calculated, the more upset they felt, and the more upset they felt, the more regretful they felt.

When Chen Feng looked at them, it was as if he was looking at those hard-working workers who bought houses at high prices, only to see the house prices plummet to half of their original price six months later.

'If I had known earlier, I should have quoted a lower price.'

"Uncle, don't worry, I promise I will make a lot of money in the future."

"Okay, okay, don't count it anymore."

In the end, it was my grandfather who calmed down first and stopped this meaningless act of regret.

"The shrimps last time were all caught by Xiaofeng himself. He can eat them whenever he wants."

"What's the use of having money? Without tickets, it's just a pile of waste paper."

"May the Dragon King bless me. Come on, shrimps. Come on, shrimps. Come on, shrimps."

My aunt was unsuccessful and still got the sea catfish.

Zhou Fubo and Zhou Dinghai caught two prawns together, and they were very happy.

"Xiaobo, Xiaohai, you can eat more conch meat tonight."

The little cousins ​​looked at each other and said nothing.

Chen Feng’s stir-fried conch meat is also delicious, but it is far inferior to the fried prawns.

It took more than three hours to catch four buckets of sea catfish and half a bucket of prawns. The fish and shrimps swam away.

Except for Chen Feng who could continue to catch prawns, they found that lifting the rod every few minutes was no longer feasible.

"Xiaofeng, look at your watch. What time is it?" Grandpa said happily as he looked at the shrimps in the wooden barrel.

Since the sea catfish could not be sold at a good price, Chen Feng suggested keeping it at home and making it into dried fish, which could be used as food and mixed with grains and cabbage.

Of course, if the product can be kept fresh well, it would also be a good idea to deliver it to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill on the same day.

The workers eat vegetarian food every day and are particularly looking forward to fish.

Chen Feng looked at his watch and said, "A little after eleven o'clock."

"Let's go home."

The group of people walked around half a circle and quietly returned home.

The grandmother who is looking after the house is weaving straw sandals with straw.

At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, only rich families could afford cloth shoes. During the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, some students who joined the army took a photo. Among more than 30 people, only one was wearing cloth shoes.

The situation is much better now, but cloth shoes are still considered valuable warm items in rural areas and people try not to wear them.

In rural areas, people usually wear straw sandals in summer and autumn, and warm cotton shoes in winter and spring.

I went fishing again in the afternoon. This time I was lucky and encountered a school of prawns.

After dinner in the evening, Chen Feng made an excuse to go out for a walk.

The two cousins ​​wanted to follow.

"Bicycle, take it and ride it."

"Thank you cousin!"

Zhou Fubo and Zhou Dinghai immediately focused their attention on the bicycle, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They were both eager to try out this newfangled gadget, so they began to scramble to hold onto the front of the bike.

"I'm the eldest brother, so I should be the one holding the front of the car. You should hold the back." Zhou Fubo said righteously.

"Why? You are the eldest brother, so you should give in to me. I want to hold the front of the car." Zhou Dinghai retorted without showing any weakness.

"Will you let me go?" Zhou Fubo's eyes widened.

"I just won't let you!" Zhou Dinghai said with his neck stiff, not willing to be outdone.

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Zhou Jing came over and kicked each of them to stop their quarrel.

"You two stop arguing. Look how anxious you are. Let me, daddy, try." Zhou Jing said with a smile.

"Dad, this was given to us by our cousin." Zhou Fubo and Zhou Dinghai said in unison.

"Oh? Do you two know how to ride?" Zhou Jing asked curiously.

"Of course I know!" they both answered in unison.

Zhou Jing thought about it, then said, "How about this, Dad will give you one cent."

"Just one cent? That's too little." Zhou Fubo said with a pout.

"Then two cents, no more." Zhou Jing threatened, "If you still think it's too little, you won't get a penny, and I'll beat you up."

Hearing this, Zhou Fubo and Zhou Dinghai looked at each other and nodded obediently.

Chen Feng took a walk outside, went to the back mountain on purpose, and then came back with a wild rabbit.

When I came back, I saw my uncle riding a bicycle, sliding down the slope below Zhou's house, pushing it up, and then sliding down again.

"Cousin, did you catch a rabbit alive?"

"Well, we'll have roasted rabbit tomorrow." Chen Feng wanted to laugh when he saw his uncle pushing his bicycle uphill.

"Uncle, why don't you ride on it?"

Zhou Jing looked a little embarrassed. He was quite skilled at sliding down, but he had not yet mastered the trick of riding and controlling the direction at the same time, and could not coordinate his hands and feet.

"Haha, I'm tired. It takes a lot of effort to get up from the bottom."

"Dad, have you learned it?"

Zhou Fubo said happily: "Dad, we agreed that once you learn how to ride, you will let us ride it."

Zhou Jing's face was stiff, but he didn't want to lose face in front of the three children, so he said stiffly, "Yes, that's right, I'll teach you how to ride now."

After all, they are my biological sons, and I can’t bear to see them go astray.

If his bicycle broke, he would be heartbroken.

"Dinghai, come back with me to wash the rabbit and skin it." Chen Feng ordered.

"Oh, big brother, you learn it quickly, I will learn it later."

Zhou Dinghai kept looking back and shouting as he walked.

"Dad, you have to be fair and don't cheat. Whoever cheats is the crab!"

Turning back, he looked at the fat rabbit in Chen Feng's hand and almost drooled.

"Cousin, how do you eat this rabbit? Braised?"

Chen Feng was also thinking about this issue. To be honest, braised rabbit meat was enough after eating it once. He thought it should be grilled.

Back in the compound, the two restless old people and the restless aunt were taking care of their private plots.

In rural areas, private plots generally account for less than 5% of the land.

Tianjin is too close to the old city, so officials are very cautious, and the private plots in Zhoujiagou are about 3%.

The per capita arable land is 2.6 mu, and an adult can get 52 square meters. The four adults in the Zhou family can get 208 square meters of private land, which is equivalent to the floor area of ​​two houses.

Half grow vegetables and half grow grain.

(PS: In June 1959, the "Instructions on Four Issues Regarding Privately Raising Poultry, Livestock and Private Plots by Cooperative Members" pointed out that cooperative members could operate private plots of no more than 6% of the average per capita arable land; members were encouraged to develop personal breeding, etc. During the three-year famine, the food from private plots was the basis for most victims to survive.)