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

After dinner, Zhang Haixing kicked him a few times under the table.

"Come back with me, and I'll return the rags I owe you."

"Sister, you finally mentioned this. If you don't, it will be next year!" Chen Feng said exaggeratedly. "I thought you didn't pay back your debt and ran away early."

"Haha, in ten days or so, it will really be next year." The old man said with a smile.

"Stop talking nonsense. Do you think I would owe you something, a little kid?" Zhang Haixing rolled her eyes and gave him a big eye roll.

"Zhilan, I'm going to go back first. Take your time eating."

Huo Zhilan was just talking before, but now she is busy eating.

"Okay, take a good rest these few days."

"Hold it for me!"

Zhang Haixing threw the purse to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and found that it was not light, at least several dozen kilograms.

"What is this thing that's so heavy?"

Carrying Zhang Haixing's cowhide bag, he followed her into the large yard next door.

Yan Bugui was watering the celery he planted in the yard. This vegetable is one of the few green vegetables that can be sown and raised in mid-December. When he saw the two of them come in, he greeted them quickly.

"good evening."

"Hello, Teacher Yan."

Chen Feng looked at the rows of celery seedlings on the wooden rack and took a new look at this old abacus.

Regardless of what kind of person he is, at least he supports his entire family by himself and does not suck the blood of other families. In comparison, he stands out a little better in Compound No. 95.

"Xiao Feng, Shazhu, no, it's called Zhuzi now."

Ever since the marriage, Sha Zhu has been under the care of Ran Qiuye, who also told each family that they can call him Yu Zhu or Zhu Zi in the future, but not Sha Zhu.

Who doesn’t have a child attending Red Star Primary School?

We must give Teacher Ran this face!

In just three days, Ran Qiuye successfully took off Sha Zhu's hat.

Yan Bugui changed his words and said, "He Yuzhu said that you used meat to exchange for a lot of books from the affiliated junior high school. I also have some books here. Can you exchange some meat with me?"

Chen Feng was curious about Yan Bugui's wealth, so he nodded in agreement.

"Okay."

"Xiaohua, wait a moment." Yan Bugui said with a smile.

"It's okay." Zhang Haixiong said with a smile.

This guy, even calculates this little time?

Chen Feng was convinced by Yan Bugui.

Follow Yan Bugui into the living room of his home.

"Wait for me here."

Yan Bugui entered his bedroom, and Chen Feng sat down and looked around. The decorations, tables and chairs in the house were very ordinary, not valuable junk.

A second-hand bicycle was placed at the door.

This was after the Chen family bought a bicycle, and Yan Bugui followed suit and bought a second-hand car.

It's 50% new, with paint peeling in some places, so Lao Yan hired someone to repaint it, but probably because the money was not paid enough, the colors didn't quite match.

"coming!"

Yan Bugui came over with three books.

Chen Feng took it and looked at it carefully. He was slightly surprised and looked up at Yan Bugui.

"Three catties of crucian carp, Mr. Yan, what do you think?"

Yan Bugui spread out his five fingers.

"Five rabbits or ten pheasants. I know you can catch a rabbit."

"Xiao Feng, I won't hide it from you. When I was teaching at a private school, the school had no money to pay my monthly salary, so I used these three books to offset my monthly salary."

"The old gentleman told me that if it were a peaceful time, he would not have given me the original copy of Tan Sitong's Liaotian Yigewen for less than a hundred dollars."

Chen Feng didn't say anything, tapping the table with his fingers.

Although many relics of the historical figure Tan Sitong were preserved through the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, they were ultimately destroyed in the storm.

In later generations, very little is known about Tan Sitong's cultural relics. People only remember his poem "Inscribed on the Wall in Prison", and they admire his noble spirit of "I laugh at the sky with my sword, and my loyalty and courage will remain in the two Kunlun Mountains whether I live or die" which will be recorded in history forever.

This fearless man did not need to take any risks. He was the son of a family of officials, and his family had served in government for generations. His father was a top official, serving as the Governor-General of Huguang. He did not need to participate in major reforms, as he had enough background to enter the officialdom.

The result was that Kang Youwei, the initiator of the Reform Movement of 1898, ran away, but he chose to use his own life to awaken the Chinese people!

This is a true patriot of noble origin and noble soul.

This book is priceless, but Yan Bugui is valuable!

"Teacher Yan, if you send it to Liulichang, I guess it would be three yuan at most!"

Yan Bugui's face tensed up, and he said hurriedly: "Xiao Feng, you can't say that. Those Liulichang people don't know anything about the character of scholars. They only know how to buy those useless porcelains with a few cents."

"This is Tan Sitong's authentic work, a role model for us scholars!"

He is a role model, but you should learn from him!

Chen Feng shook his head. Even if there were hundreds of rabbits and pheasants in the space, he couldn't take out five rabbits just because of the three authentic works of the Six Gentlemen of the Wuxu Reform.

If Hongxing Junior High School knew about this, how would he continue to take advantage of them?

"A rabbit, a pheasant, and a crucian carp. If Teacher Yan agrees, I will go up the mountain to catch them tomorrow."

How could Yan Bugui agree? He was still hoping to get some money, so he said firmly, "Give me another 30 yuan, or I'll be at a huge loss!"

Chen Feng said angrily, "Teacher Yan, you only earned about ten dollars a month in the private school. How dare you ask me for thirty dollars? Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and Qi Baishi's paintings are only worth half a bag of rice in the black market."

What Chen Feng said is true.

A family was short of food, so they took out a painting that Qi Baishi had sold in the past, and someone bought it for half a bag of rice.

In the future, this painting was auctioned for a sky-high price of 4 million yuan.

That's not even outrageous.

In the 70s, Qi Baishi's paintings cost 10 yuan per foot!

That’s right, it’s not one painting, but one meter.

It's just like cabbage!

By the new century, these paintings, which cost only a few dollars, were worth tens of millions and appreciated tens of millions of times.

Unfortunately, it is still the first year of the disaster, and most of the old people would rather exchange small things for food and are not very happy to use large items.

Don't treat them as fools who fail to see the value of Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian's works. They are just dormant now.

Others have been collecting antiques for generations and are more professional than most antique vendors.

Guan Shan, Wu Weixin and others are representatives of this. It is not easy to trick them.

Yan Bugui insisted: "That's different. This is the character of us literati."

Chen Feng said calmly: "The character of today's scholars is only worth ten kilograms of rice, not five rabbits."

Yan Bugui looked at him, feeling very depressed, seeing that he had no intention of giving in.

After a round, he had to give in and said, "I don't want the rabbit, but you give me thirty catties of flour, how about that?"

Chen Feng was a little puzzled. Was his family short of food?

Missing!

The official rations were not enough. Yan Bugui's family all had city hukou, but they were always short of food and could only buy expensive food on the black market to supplement their supply.

No matter how much Old Yan deducts, it is impossible for a few children to suffer shortfalls in food.

But he is the only income earner in the family. As the autumn harvest ends and the cold winter approaches, the price of grain on the black market is skyrocketing.

In particular, people from the countryside of Sijiucheng brought rabbits and pheasants into the city to exchange for food, which pushed up the already high black market food prices.

He couldn't sleep for days and nights because he had to spend money to buy expensive grain!

It hurts!