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

When Jia Dongxu and his son really went to the backyard to pick leaves foolishly, Chen Feng and Sha Zhu smiled at each other.

"hey-hey!"

"hehe."

He Yushui and Chen Hao looked at the two of them and felt puzzled.

Chen Li looked at the donkey pulling the cart curiously and really wanted to ride on it, but she was afraid of being kicked by the donkey.

A pair of big eyes kept turning.

"Comrade, please pay the fare. I have things to do."

The driver was getting a little impatient waiting.

time is money.

As a member of the Sijiucheng Transport Company, he still wants to work harder and earn more money.

"Oh, sorry!"

Sha Zhu took out three cents and felt around again, but didn't find anything.

His expression froze and he couldn't help but look at Chen Feng.

"No way, you don't even have a dollar?" Chen Feng asked in astonishment.

Are all married men's lives so miserable?

"I've spent all my money on these things." Sha Zhu said awkwardly, "Just lend me two cents."

Chen Feng took out a fifty-cent note and handed it to the driver.

"I'll return it to you next time." Sha Zhu said with a smile.

After preparing these condiments and selling them to Huo Zhilan and Hu Yunxuan, he can get at least an additional subsidy of ten yuan. For him, this money determines his comfortable life for the next month.

The driver drove away, Chen Feng took a look and decided to go back.

"Remember, leave me a few pounds."

"Okay, don't worry." Sha Zhu waved his hand.

"Jia Dongxu, are you sick? Why are you picking leaves from my house?"

At this moment, the angry curses of Widow Meng were heard from the backyard.

"What's wrong with me picking some leaves? This tree doesn't belong to you!" Jia Dongxu said a little unhappily.

In the old city, the eight major officials look down on other industries, those in other industries with jobs look down on those without jobs, those without jobs look down on those without city hukou, and those without city hukou look down on parasitic people like Widow Meng.

Then, the civil servant stood at the top and spoke to this group of people in the chain of discrimination.

"I'm not talking about you, but everyone here, you're all garbage."

Jia Dongxu also looked down on Widow Meng a little, as he had a sense of honor as a big worker in the old city.

Migrant workers, migrant workers, and migrant workers are all human beings!

This line of lyrics is very appropriate in this era!

Workers have a very high status and generally have the mentality that the factory is their home and everyone is responsible for their food and drink.

"How can the tree in front of my house not belong to me?" Widow Meng argued speciously.

"That's the countryside, this is the city!" Jia Dongxu shook his head and said, "The house belongs to Xu Damao, but this yard doesn't. It belongs to the street office."

Chen Feng found it interesting and went to the backyard to watch the show.

He Yushui, Chen Hao, Chen Li, and Lai Fu also followed.

Not only them, but Jia Zhang, who heard the quarrel, also came to help her son.

"What happened?"

Jia Banggeng told the story again, and Jia Zhang said sarcastically: "When did the Xu family's daughter-in-law become a street office?"

“Even if it’s a street office, it serves the people!”

"You are not allowed to pick leaves. The city of Sijiu cannot tolerate such bandits!"

Widow Meng's face turned ugly, but she couldn't lower her head.

Who hasn’t breathed a breath yet?

Even Buddha was fighting for it, otherwise why would he have a bump on his forehead?

The Three Pure Ones were ruthless and specifically hit the forehead!

"It's better for me not to steal or rob than for someone to rely on her looks to borrow money and food from those stinky men in the yard."

This sentence is very lethal!

At least Qin Huairu, who was standing at the door of the backyard, felt a pain in her heart due to these words, and she immediately turned around and ran back to the house.

"Oh, you can't say that casually."

Yi Zhonghai's wife, who recently liked to embroider clothes in the deaf old lady's house, quickly advised: "It's just a small matter, don't hurt the relationship, Dongxu, you are a man from the city, you should be fair."

"My bureau is shit!"

How could Jia Dongxu endure such a cold blow?

If you are a man, you can't tolerate such insults!

He raised his hand and was about to swing it, but the Widow Meng, who had amazing fighting power, dodged it and arrived first with a "fatal scissors kick".

Chen Feng felt a chill in his lower body, not to mention Jia Dongxu, whose eyes were wide open and about to turn into a convex ball.

¤_¤!

"Hit my son! I'll fight you!"

Zhang Cuihua also went up.

But the facts have proved that although Jia Zhangshi is a bit fat, having a lot of fat does not mean being strong.

A group of people watched with great interest.

Chen Feng patted He Yushui.

"Did they borrow food and money from Xu Damao?"

"I don't know, but my sister-in-law didn't agree to let him come to my house." He Yushui showed a smug smile.

“They’re looking for my house too.” The resident of the middle courtyard next door whispered.

"It's the same at my house, but whose family is better off? It's New Year's Day and we can't even feed ourselves, and we still have to borrow food from others?" another person said disdainfully.

Chen Feng didn't know that this year, without Yi Zhonghai, his biggest benefactor, the black market grain prices skyrocketed more than ten times because of the Spring Festival.

Jia Dongxu's salary alone is not enough to buy much food, unless Jia Zhang is willing to use the money that old Jia earned with his life.

But that was the money for Jia Zhang's coffin and medical treatment. Unless it was an emergency, Jia Zhang would not use it at all.

Qin Huairu had to shamelessly ask others to borrow food, and the Chen family and the He family were just among them.

The reason for doing this is simple.

The price of grain on the black market has increased more than tenfold per pound, starting at three yuan. By borrowing grain to get through the Spring Festival and then repaying it with the discounted black market grain in the future, you can save a lot of money.

"Who borrowed it?"

"I heard that a middle-aged woman and a deaf old lady sold some food coupons to them."

Soon, Liu Haizhong, who was on vacation at home, and Yan Bugui, who was teaching at home, came and separated the people.

"Go, go back."

With the two old men coming, there was naturally no more excitement to watch.

"Grandpa, there's another fight next door!"

Chen Feng glanced at his younger brother and felt that he did not use the word "again" very accurately.

What does "又" mean? It should be "叕"!

Since February, first, the loving father Liu Haizhong was so worried about educating his son that he even broke a belt; then, Xu Damao saw Ran Qiuye, and as a result, Sha Zhu became jealous and "showed their affection" to him in public; not long ago, the King of Thieves came out of the mountain, ready to fulfill Jia Zhang's desire to eat meat, but was caught by He Yushui, leaving five fingerprints on his face.

The young girl He Yushui ate and drank for free at Chen's house, and her strength increased a lot, just like the legendary iron sand palm.

"Why bother."

The old man shook his head, not understanding how a few leaves could lead to such a bloody murder.