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

Around ten o'clock in the evening, the little girl slowly fell asleep while listening to his story.

This girl's sleeping position is very interesting, almost like a big Chinese character, with her hands open, legs apart, and her little face lying on the mat, facing Chen Feng.

She initially slept on her front instead of lying prone on the mat.

Chen Feng specially opened a large space above the bedroom. The temperature in the space is basically maintained at around 22 degrees Celsius, and the temperature outside almost reaches above 27 degrees Celsius in the first half of the night (it is cooler in the second half of the night).

The temperature difference causes the cold air in the space to pour down and pour into the bedroom.

Well, just like air conditioning!

Chen Feng felt quite proud of himself for cleverly developing the space!

The other three bedrooms do not have space air conditioners, but 27 degrees Celsius is not considered high. After all, Beijing is at a higher latitude, and it is not like the summer nights in the south where the whole family has to move to the roof, outside the house, or under an electric fan.

The Chen family doesn’t even need to burn mugwort to repel mosquitoes.

Other homes are not so lucky, as they are plagued by mosquitoes.

After covering the little girl with the blanket, Chen Feng heard the sound of birds outside the door.

"Goo-goo-goo."

I got up, opened the door and came out, and the old man, the old lady and Chen Jianjun also came out.

Chen Yulou and three middle-aged men stood outside the gate of the courtyard, waiting for Chen Feng to open the door and enter the courtyard.

They are quite skilled and can climb in, but why bother?

After the few people entered the main hall, Chen Yulou introduced them. The three of them were descendants of Changsheng Mountain. The elders were used to the underworld and were unwilling to follow the old man to surrender.

"Da Hu, I haven't seen you for thirteen years. Why do you look older than me?" The old man looked at the middle-aged man in the lead and felt a little distressed.

Da Hu's father has a very good relationship with the old man, but the former is unwilling to give up the banner of Changsheng Mountain and insists on holding on until the leader returns.

The last tiger bones were mailed to Zheng Dahu after his father and he went hunting in the mountains together.

"Uncle, I killed a corrupt official's entire family and hid in the mountains, so I look a little sloppy." Zheng Dahu, with a big beard, said embarrassedly.

He was taller than Chen Feng, nearly two meters tall, and was wearing a thin linen shirt, revealing his full and strong arm muscles.

There was a dagger hanging on his waist, and Chen Feng could smell a hint of blood.

If it weren't for Chen Yulou's followers, the strongman Kunlun Moler would have died in the Pingshan Tomb in order to save Chen Yulou.

Chen Feng might suspect that he is Kunlun's son!

This man is definitely an elite close combatant, or a martial arts master.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" The old man frowned slightly.

"My father doesn't want to trouble you. Anyway, I'm living well in the mountains." Zheng Dahu said honestly.

Chen Feng's heart twitched. He found that he had underestimated this group of bandits who were rampant in the Republic of China. No wonder they refused to accept the amnesty. This kind of ruthless character was indeed not suitable for the officialdom.

"Come, sit down and talk." The old lady came in with a plate of midnight snack.

It was the pig head, braised pig's trotters and pig's ears made by Chen Feng, plus a jar of deer blood health wine.

"Second aunt."

The three middle-aged men bowed hastily, not daring to sit down.

"Let's eat and talk. Sit down." The old lady said with a smile, and pushed the three of them onto the stools beside the table.

The old man sighed and said, "You all say that your life is good, but how can this be good?"

Zhang Qian, who looked like a poor scholar, respectfully took the chopsticks and wine glass given to him by the old lady and said, "Second uncle, it is easier for us to be outside than for you to be in the old city and shelter us from the wind and rain."

He has calluses on his hands, and judging by the distribution of the calluses, he must have practiced shooting.

The remaining person, Huang Qinglai, could not help but say, "Yeah, my father said that Second Uncle used to hate studying the most. Now, in order to protect us, he has spent ten years writing medical books. It is not easy."

Zheng Dahu, who was pouring wine for the old man and Chen Jianjun, glanced at Huang Qinglai, scaring the other party so much that he shrank his head.

"Da Hu, why are you glaring at him? I just hate studying, and I hate it just as much now." The old man said with a smile.

"Come on, you have come from far away, and there is nothing good at home. This is the wild boar that Xiaofeng caught while hunting in the mountains. Your second aunt worked out a recipe with Xiaofeng based on the Tan family cuisine and braised it specially for you."

"Try it, it should taste no worse than the one we made at Changsheng Mountain."

The three of them ate a few slices together and praised it highly.

They had good food and drink when they were young, but their lives became dull in the past ten years. In order to avoid their identities being exposed and liquidated, they got new identities with the help of the old man's former subordinates.

In the new society, one has to be a good person.

But most of them used to be bandits, and now they grow crops, so they can’t live comfortably.

When Chen Feng brought out a few plates of hot dishes, he heard Huang Qinglai, who was the most eccentric and straightforward, start complaining after drinking a few glasses of wine.

"Uncle, you don't know, we wanted to go up the mountain several times."

"Especially since last year, there has not been enough food. If I hadn't known that things are different now, I would have gone up to the mountains to become a bandit again."

"It's a good thing the boss is here, otherwise, there would be no food at home next month."

"Uncle Huang, where is your home?" Chen Feng asked curiously.

"I'm in Xinyang, Henan." Huang Qinglai replied, "My whole family has been eating porridge for half a year. This is relief food from above. We can't find any wild vegetables, so we can only cook them with grass roots."

Well, the core of the disaster area, no wonder!

"Okay, let's not talk about the past. I will support you from now on." Chen Yulou said with a smile, "Sister-in-law and Xiaofeng's cooking skills are good. Eat more. After a few days, we won't have this blessing."

Zhang Qian was deeply touched and said, "The boss is right. In the mountains over there, I can't even see rabbits, let alone wild boars."

After the reception, Chen Feng brought out twelve jars of "medicinal wine" he had prepared, which were for the training of Zheng Dahu and others.

Although they did not give up their family kung fu and tricks, the others had lost some of their skills when they came ashore, and needed some training from Chen Yulou, Zheng Dahu and others.

"Grandpa, how about I escort you there?" Chen Feng said with a smile.

"Don't get involved." Chen Yulou shook his head.

Zheng Dahu and others tied up the medicinal wine, put it into a box, and placed it on a tricycle to take it back.

They have a temporary base outside the city, which is a hidden chess piece laid by the old man.

After the Zhang family got the letter of introduction, they rented a car to transport it to Baoding.

The official power of Sijiu City is too strong. Even with the help of Zhang Qishan, they cannot be fully trusted. The temporary training base is placed in Baoding.

If anything happens, just go to Taihang Mountains.