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

"Big brother, what is this?" Huo Ling and Chen Li were washing vegetables again.

Sha Zhu was busy cooking and was quite efficient.

Basically, as soon as he finished cooking a dish, Hu Bayi would cut the main dish and side dishes according to the "cooking secrets" he gave to Chen Feng.

When Chen Feng came in, Huo Ling asked while holding a tomato.

"This is a tomato. You can eat it directly, or you can add sugar to it, or you can scramble it with eggs." Chen Feng said with a smile, and found that there were more vegetables and less meat.

"What about this?" Huo Ling asked, holding up a cucumber.

"This is a cucumber." Chen Li replied: "Cucumbers are not delicious, not as delicious as this leafy vegetable."

Tomatoes can be planted in February and mature in April. Spring cucumbers can also be planted in March and mature in April.

However, these vegetables are rare in the northern market, and the government will not waste transportation capacity on this. There is no time to transport food, so they can only be supplied in small batches.

The Chen family had all these because Chen Feng made up an excuse, saying that he exchanged meat with certain people.

The Chen family was used to his extensive network of connections and did not ask too many questions.

There are also a lot of off-season vegetables in his space, such as seasonal vegetables of spring, summer, autumn and winter, beans, bitter gourd, eggplant, loofah, etc., but they are not taken out.

There is no off-season greenhouse cultivation technology in China at present.

Anyone who knows a little bit about this will be suspicious at first glance. After all, it’s early April, where can you get vegetables that are only available in summer and autumn?

"Brother, what is this?"

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment and asked, "Shazhu, where did you get the bamboo shoots?"

What little Huo Ling was holding was a bamboo shoot as thick as her little finger.

Sha Zhu was stunned and said, "It was in the sack next to the kitchen cabinet, pressed down by a pile of celery. I almost overlooked it. Isn't this what you brought back?"

"Uh, no, who brought this?"

Chen Feng walked over, picked up the bag and took a look. There were quite a few vegetables inside.

Hu Bayi, who was cutting cucumbers, said, "Brother, this was sent by my mother this afternoon. She said she was worried that my cousin might be picky about food, so she also sent 50 kilograms of rice."

"Hiss, fifty kilograms of rice!" Sha Zhu took a breath and said enviously, "How much does this cost?"

"You can't buy it even if you have money." He Yushui added: "Now the grain stores only sell two-grain flour, corn flour, etc., and don't sell pure rice."

"There are still ten pounds of meat that grandma put in the cellar, saying that we will eat it tomorrow." Chen Li pouted and said worriedly, "Big pot, the meat won't go bad, right?"

"No, there's still a lot of ice left from last year."

Chen Feng searched and found three unpeeled bamboo shoots in the bag, and buried them in the space.

He had already collected seeds for tomatoes, cucumbers, beans, etc. when he was at his uncle's house.

But some are still missing.

The older generation likes to store food, especially those who have experienced the famine during the turbulent times of the Republic of China, who have an instinctive preference for storing food.

Chen Feng came from a later era with abundant resources, so of course he didn't like to store food.

Freezing meat won’t go bad, but fresh meat tastes better!

So he went to the warehouse again and took out ten pounds of pork belly from the cellar, and also took out more than a pound of mutton, a sea wolf, two grouper, and more than a pound of prawns.

"What's going on?" asked Sha Zhu.

The children's eyes were all focused on the meat.

"One third. There are so many people today, so we should do more." Chen Feng said with a smile.

"Long live the big pot!" Chen Li cheered.

"Big brother, what kind of fish is this?" Huo Ling began to ask the sea wolf again.

"Ask Chen Hao, he knows that too."

The pork belly had been chilled. Chen Feng used his small sword to easily cut off one third of it and sent the rest back.

A group of children were helping in the kitchen to wash vegetables and cut meat and were reluctant to come out.

Chen Feng, Zhou Qing and the old lady had no room to help, so they simply came out to take care of the vegetables and wheat they had planted in the yard.

After the old man and Zhang Haixing had finished their talk, Zhang Haixing immediately went back and rode her bike out to get something.

More than ten minutes later, he came in with an ancient sword wrapped in cloth.

Chen Feng was watering the grape vines at the kitchen door with well water.

This grape planted in winter began to grow a large number of sprouting leaves in early April. New branches also began to extend around the wooden sticks, forming a small green shed at the kitchen door.

However, if it wants to become the "green grape trellis" that Chen Feng expects, it will take some time to continue developing.

Every day when Chen Feng is free, he pours a bowl of well water for the grapes to accelerate their growth.

Grapevines usually begin to grow new shoots and inflorescences from March to April in the northern hemisphere, relying mainly on organic nutrients stored in the plant.

But Chen Feng believed that this grape vine transplanted from space would be different from other grapes.

"Xiaofeng, come in." The old man said in the main room.

Chen Feng went in and saw the old man looking at the ancient sword in his hand with a smile.

The sword body has a special texture that resembles a dragon pattern. Two ancient characters from the pre-Qin period are engraved on the sword body in front of the hilt.

"Bai Hong?"

Zhang Haixing was surprised and asked, "Do you know him?"

Chen Feng walked over and looked at it carefully.

He learned antique identification from Guan Yushan and Polan Hou, but it was not in vain.

"This name can't come from the whistling wind and the cold Yi River, the brave man will never come back once he leaves. He explores the tiger's den and enters the dragon's palace, and exhales to the sky and turns into a white rainbow, right?"

"Or is it that Cao Cao's white rainbow is like the sun, and he is the first to suffer. The traitorous minister holds the power of the country, kills the master and destroys Yujing?"

I gently touched the sword with my fingers. It was smooth, rust-free, and had a natural texture. A unique cool feeling passed through my skin.

It is hard to imagine that the ancient people in this world already had such advanced smelting technology.

Zhang Haixing smiled and shook his head, saying, "The slanting light shines on the sparse rain, and the autumn air creates a white rainbow. The clouds have gone and the mountains are dark, and the northwest wind is bleak. In the old forest, a leaf falls from the sycamore tree."

"According to our family's records, our ancestor named himself Bai Hong after the poem by Cui Shu, a poet from the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. It wasn't these two sad poems you chose."

"A leaf falls from the phoenix tree. This sentence is interesting." Chen Feng didn't remember who Cui Shu was. In fact, there were too many great poets in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Many poems that were originally very good were obscured because of this.

If it were from the Ming or Qing dynasties, this poem would be good enough to be in the top fifty.

"Xiao Feng, when we add a deputy editor to the book later, whose name should we write?" the old man asked Zhang Haixiong.

Zhang Haixing whispered, "Zhang Haike!"

The old man and Chen Feng didn’t quite understand.

Zhang Haixing, who is actually very eccentric, rarely explained: "Grandpa, you always say that God is watching what we do, and we should accumulate good karma. I will use your good karma to accumulate good karma, and hope that my brother can live well."

The old man nodded and agreed with this statement.

Chen Feng remained calm, picked up the manuscript of "Barefoot Doctor", and wrote two names on the second cover.

Deputy Editors: Zhang Haike and Zhang Haixing.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

After Shazhu finished cooking, he started yelling outside the kitchen door.

"Why are you shouting? It's just a meal, isn't it?"

The old man handed the ancient sword to Chen Feng with an unhappy look on his face, and came out of the room, scolding: "If you dare to shout nonsense next time, I will tear your mouth apart."

"Grandpa, I'll help you tear it apart." Chen Li signed up enthusiastically.