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

By the end of December, Chen Hao, Hu Bayi and He Yushui became very serious in their tutoring.

Because there are final exams in January.

These days, Chen Feng goes fishing and sells fish, catches "wild rabbits", and exchanges tickets. He has accumulated a large amount of good wine, cigarettes, gold, as well as a batch of soft candies, brown sugar, etc. from various "old customers" such as Guo Chunhua, Niu Gengshen, Ye Jin, Professor Wu, and Jin Shaojie.

Especially Jin Shaojie and Wu Weixin.

Don't think that they have no power, no status, and no job now.

But there is inheritance in other people’s families!

"Xiao Feng, your uncle wrote you a letter."

Just after returning from the supply and marketing cooperative, the old lady asked Chen Li to fetch the letter that was sent to the study.

"Cauldron, letter!"

Chen Li held up the letter and tilted her little face upward, with an expression that said, "Praise me, please."

Chen Feng took the letter and said, "Little Lily is becoming more and more capable. She can even deliver letters now."

"Yes, big pot, I can also wash clothes." The little girl said with great pride.

"Oh, so awesome?" Chen Feng took out a piece of candy and put it into her mouth.

"Yeah, look."

Chen Li pointed to the handkerchief hanging in the yard and said proudly, "I washed the big pot."

Chen Feng smiled and nodded, praising: "You are so smart, you are worthy of being my sister."

"Uh-huh!"

Chen Feng's praise made the little girl even happier, and she pulled him to see the sand painting she had drawn.

The purpose is also simple: a big pot, followed by praise and compliments!

The little girl let Chen Feng go only after she was satisfied. She then jumped around in the study room with the candy in her mouth.

Chen Feng opened the letter and was slightly stunned when he saw the handwriting on it.

It is written with a brush, and its handwriting is similar to that of the scholars and juren who passed the imperial examinations.

Although calligraphy of this level is not as exquisite as the examination papers of Jinshi in the late Qing Dynasty, it is also a fine piece. Looking at it is simply an aesthetic enjoyment.

'The old man in Zhoujiagou has great writing skills!'

Chen Feng felt a little envious.

In other aspects, he learns quickly.

But calligraphy is something that relies not only on talent, but also on day-to-day copying.

The calligraphy about Shan is also very average, and the old man is even worse in this aspect.

In fact, not only the old man, but three generations of the Chen family have ordinary calligraphy.

Taking the letter to the kitchen, Chen Feng gave the letter to the old man, and the little girl followed behind him like a shadow.

"Grandpa, the old patriarch of Zhoujiagou asked my dad to go to the village and said that the commune agreed to exchange 500 kilograms of conch for merit, but there was no way to transport them to Sijiu City in one go. He was worried that they would be intercepted along the way."

"I thought I might as well go there and give most of the conch meat to my uncle, and only bring back a few dozen kilograms."

The old man nodded and said, "Sure. We don't lack conch meat at home. Your uncle and cousin are also grateful. They are family, so it's no problem to give it to them."

"Then should I go there today?" Chen Feng asked with a smile.

"It's up to you."

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you wait a few days until your mother finishes making the wolfskin coat and give one to your uncle."

"It's colder at the seaside than here."

"Okay, that works too!"

Chen Feng doesn't care about these one or two days.

I stayed at home with the little girl in the afternoon, and there was a group of little puddings coming to play.

"Okay, line up and each person has a glass of water."

What Chen Feng gave them to drink was not sugar water, but pure well water.

Even so, a group of children aged 3-7 were still very happy.

"Thank you, Brother Xiaofeng."

"Brother Xiaofeng, the water is so sweet."

"Mmmmm, sweet water."

Chen Li said happily: "The water in my house is the best."

In December, he released a large number of sheep, rabbits, pheasants, sweet potatoes, etc. into the mountainous areas of Sijiu City.

What resulted was that the space expanded again, and the radius was almost one kilometer.

The space became larger, the sun tree grew to ten meters high, and the well water also increased significantly.

The effect is still the same, it can only kill bacteria and viruses, and clean out invaders and mutants that cause damage to normal body cells.

The space expanded to one kilometer, and it also brought a groundbreaking additional attribute, which was that Chen Feng's spiritual consciousness, which was integrated with the space, was gradually strengthened and improved.

Finally, in the past few days, a special ability similar to biological electromagnetic waves was developed.

Simply put, he can "see" everything within 100 meters, and everything beyond 100 meters will become blurry. The farthest visual distance is 1 kilometer.

Exactly the same as the radius of space.

360 degrees without blind spots, except that the eyes do not change color, it is similar to the "white eyes" function we developed in our daily life.

In the evening, Chen Hao got home from school. After playing at Chen's house for the whole afternoon, he reluctantly followed his brother and sister back home.

"Qiuye, I bought some soft candies, you can try them."

Sha Zhu entered the study room carrying a box of candies.

"Thank you. Don't waste money next time." Ran Qiuye thanked them and distributed the sugar to Chen Hao, Hu Bayi, He Yushui, and Chen Li who came in "smelling" the sweet smell.

When Sha Zhu came out, Chen Feng grabbed him.

"Zhu Zi, do you know how to make maltose?"

"Yes, it's not difficult. All you need is wheat and glutinous rice."

Sha Zhu said casually.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Okay, I'll provide the ingredients and you'll be responsible for cooking it. If it succeeds, we'll split the profits 20% to 80%."

"Well, you don't need so much. It's not difficult to make maltose." Sha Zhu shook his head and said, "I already owe you a lot. If Qiu Ye didn't like sweet food, I would help you for free. Just give me a few pieces when the time comes."

Maltose can be made from wheat and glutinous rice, and the production method is very simple.

For a chef like Sha Zhu, all he needs are the raw materials.

Soak the wheat overnight and drain the water. Water it every day to let it germinate. After about four or five days, the wheat will grow to five or six centimeters long. You can start cooking it before the wheat grows true leaves.

Chen Feng had enough wheat, but considering the personalities of his family members, he would definitely be nagged by the old lady and Zhou Qing if he wasted it.

"Okay, I'll come to your house tonight."

When it was twelve o'clock, Chen Feng took the empty bag and strolled around the ghost market.

Ever since he found a wooden suitcase last time, he has fallen in love with this activity. It not only tests his eyesight, but also allows him to pick up good things. Why not do it?

Halfway through the journey, I looked down.

Wow, an ancient copper coin.

I picked it up and shone it with a kerosene lamp, and I was immediately happy.

'Hongwu Tongbao!'

There is a picture of a boy herding cattle on the north side of the Hongwu Tongbao inscription. It is rumored that because of this picture, Zhu Yuanzhang was ridiculed by the reactionary landlords for his background, which led to a major injustice.

Copper coins of this quality are not worth much in later generations, around five or six thousand.

Picking up five or six thousand is not bad!

Moreover, the frequency of picking up treasures has been very high recently.

Either they are antiques, or they are silver dollars and coins.

After putting the ancient bronze coins into the space, Chen Feng strode into Guijie.

It’s too cold at night in winter, but there are still many people here.

Because there are a large number of militiamen from the mountain villages, who bring wild goats and rabbits to the ghost market to sell them.

There is no way. Whether it is the supply and marketing cooperatives or the purchasing agents of state-owned units, the prices are definitely not as high as those in the ghost market.

Sometimes, the price of meat in the ghost market can even be ten times the purchase price of state-owned units.

Even though there are risks, the militiamen from each village would still prefer to sell illegally in the ghost market.