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

Early in the morning, the two cousins ​​were pleasantly surprised that the fleas in their house were gone again.

However, the fleas were gone, so Chen Feng still asked them to wash their hair and earnestly reminded them of the benefits of washing their hair frequently and taking more baths.

“Don’t be reluctant to part with the firewood.”

Chen Feng threatened: "Look at the top of your father's head, how much hair is left?"

"That's what happens when you don't like washing your hair."

While their cousin was making breakfast, the two cousins ​​washed their hair for once in a while and used the soap that Chen Feng brought to scrape off the oil.

"Hey, you two still know how to wash your hair?"

Zhou Jing got up and took a look, and was immediately happy.

The two little ones gathered in a washbasin. After you finish washing, I will wash.

When I saw the soap, I knew who it belonged to without even thinking.

The uniform retail price of a bar of soap in Wangfujing is 3 cents, which is still very expensive for people in the countryside where the total income is only five or six yuan a month. People like to use pure natural and free soapberries.

If some people don’t have soap beans, use ginger instead.

"Dad, why don't you take a shower? There's some hot water."

Zhou Dinghai looked up at his father's hair and realized that his father really didn't have much hair.

"Brother, Dad has very little hair."

Zhou Jing's face darkened. This son was becoming more and more cruel.

Does he have less hair?

That was because I worried too much in the past!

"Dinghai, has Dad been loving you too much lately?"

Zhou Dinghai sensed the murderous intent and said quickly: "Dad, if you are worried about your hair loss, just wash it more often. Beating me is useless, my hair is still falling out. My cousin said that washing your hair more often can protect and nourish your hair."

Zhou Jing raised his fist and prepared to attack.

Grandpa came out and said, "It's okay to have less hair. It's nothing. A bald monk is more comfortable. May the Buddha bless you."

"Fubo, we've finished washing, and are ready to roast the bird."

Chen Feng shouted in the kitchen.

Twelve birds, four left.

I roasted four birds and some fish last night and asked my two cousins ​​to take them to the old man and my uncle. The old man didn't eat any of them, but my uncle and aunt each took half a roasted bird and a few fish, and praised them highly.

Grandpa smiled and said nothing, letting the three little ones fiddle with breakfast.

"I'll go fetch some water."

Zhou Jing took the bucket and the shoulder pole and went to the reservoir.

After a night's work, the well was almost 90% full.

When I got there, other villagers had also gone out to fetch water and prepare breakfast.

Many people feel it is incredible when talking about the fish in the river.

In the past, there were sea fish that dived into the creek, but such large numbers were rare, and some people had never seen them before. However, some older people said they had encountered them.

It is difficult to confirm whether it is bragging or true.

Don’t think that only Shazhu likes to brag, people in the countryside are the same.

Some even like to compete with each other by holding cigarettes.

Zhou Jing often showed off the Daqianmen house given by Chen Feng.

"Last night, Uncle Qi came to fetch water and said there was golden light in the water. Our village must be blessed by the Dragon King."

Zhou Jing was holding a cigarette in his mouth and was immediately happy.

"Have you come to see it?"

"I'm not stupid. Where did the Dragon King come from? If there was a Dragon King, why didn't he create an undercurrent and sweep away those bastards?"

Having said that, the men couldn't help but look at the well.

Naturally there is no golden light.

Hang the bucket with a rope, throw it into the well, fill it with water and pull it up.

When one person’s bag is full, the next one moves on.

Zhou Jing filled up his bag and carried the water back.

When passing through the village, Uncle Qi, who was in his 50s, was still swearing at the door: "I really saw the well water was golden last night. It was not very thick, but it was definitely golden."

"Look, my feet were hurting before, but they don't hurt today!"

"Uncle Qi, I went to check this morning and the well water was still the same. I drank it, but I didn't feel anything."

"Not really. I feel that today's well water is sweeter than before."

A group of old people were discussing something in the village's dozens of meters long stone alley.

When he came back, Zhou Jing told everyone the news.

"Dad, is there really a Dragon King?" Zhou Fubo asked curiously.

"Then is there also the Monkey King?" Zhou Dinghai was a little excited. He took out the picture book in his pocket, which was the story of the Monkey King.

There is so much content in Journey to the West that the comic books are drawn according to chapters.

Most of the thin picture books that cost only two or three cents only contain a single chapter story.

"That's not true. There are no ghosts, no gods, and no Sun Wukong in this world." Zhou Jing, who had been on the battlefield, whispered in a low voice to prevent the two children from being deceived.

"Dad, since there are no ghosts, why do we worship our great-grandfather?" Zhou Dinghai asked in confusion.

"Little guy, he is your great-grandfather, why do you want to worship him?"

Zhou Jing grabbed Zhou Dinghai by the collar and entered the room.

"Ah, Dad, don't hit me, I know I was wrong, ouch."

"Uncle, it's time to eat."

Chen Feng rescued his little cousin in time.

However, Zhou Dinghai felt very wronged after being hit three times.

He was a little confused. Since his great-grandfather had not turned into a ghost and could not bless them, why did he have to buy wine, pork and make steamed buns for them every year?

"Dinghai, let me ask you, who ate the meat used as an offering to our ancestors?"

Chen Feng took the fishing rod, sat on the stool brought by his little cousin, and hid under a big tree to fish.

"We," Zhou Dinghai said, "offer it to our ancestors, and they eat it, and then give it to us."

"Then look, has the ancestor eaten?" Chen Feng instigated.

"Of course not. We didn't eat a single piece of meat." Zhou Dinghai said, "In the end, we ate it. Mother said our ancestors would bless us."

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Then if you don't worship your ancestors, will you still have meat to eat?"

Hey, it seems to be oh!

The two children immediately thought it made perfect sense.

Worshiping ancestors = they have meat to eat!

No rush to worship ancestors = no one will have meat to eat.

"It turns out that worshiping ancestors is for the whole family to eat meat together." Zhou Dinghai muttered.

Chen Feng smiled.

"When you grow up, you will understand why we worship our ancestors. We worship our ancestors not for the dead, but for us who are still alive."

"The inheritance of filial piety from generation to generation will ensure that Chinese civilization will last forever."

The two little ones didn't understand anything. They only knew that they could eat meat when they worshipped their ancestors.

There were not many fish in the Zhoujiagou River, and the water surface was frozen, although it was very thin.

The fishing rod worked again and caught a dozen small fish, suitable for feeding the ducks.

“No more fish!”

The group of children were extremely disappointed.

They really hoped that they would catch endless fish just like they did yesterday.

This makes their parents happy, they are happy too, and they can also get a lot of food to eat.

"Cousin, how about we go fishing at the beach?" Zhou Fubo said with interest.

He actually wanted to eat roasted bird.

Chen Feng shook his head.

In winter, the water temperature near the coast is too low, so fish will move to deep waters because the temperature in deep waters is higher and more conducive to keeping fish warm.

Those who catch big fish at the seaside in winter probably have super fishing rods in their hands, similar to the one he has.

"Forget it, let's go to the beach."

He quickly replaced the fishing rods, asked Zhou Dinghai to move the stool back, and Zhou Fubo to take the fishing rod back.

When they arrived, the three of them went for a walk on the beach.