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

"Brother, you..."

"Brother, you are so awesome, you know everything!" Fatty Wang immediately flattered Chen Hao before he could, flattering him so much that Boss Chen felt that Fatty looked much better in an instant.

"Da Guo, it's raining. Can I still go to school tomorrow?" Chen Li suddenly said.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Chen Hao, Hu Bayi, and Fatty Wang carefully looked towards the main hall where the old man was, fearing that an old man would rush out and shout "Beat her".

"Go to school. The holiday hasn't started yet. I'll take you there tomorrow." Chen Feng said with a smile.

The little girl said worriedly, "Well, that big pot, you have to keep an eye on the ice cream, don't let the second brother and fat brother steal some, they're old and bad!"

"Okay, if you want to eat, I'll ask your brother Bayi to give it to you."

Chen Feng smiled and comforted the little foodie.

"Big Pot, I will sing and dance for you!"

"Well, okay, you three don't leave, come and enjoy it together."

After being dragged by the little girl for a few minutes, a flash of lightning passed through the dark clouds, and Nanluoguxiang became completely dark in an instant!

No, there’s a power outage in Dongcheng District!

"Boom!"

The little girl who was performing singing and dancing jumped into Chen Feng's arms in an instant, her speed was so fast!

"It went off, it went off!"

People's exclamations were heard in the distance.

"How can an accident happen on a rainy day?" Fatty Wang said in a daze.

"Struck by lightning!" Chen Hao's eyesight was better than Fatty Wang's. He was facing that direction just now and happened to see the lightning striking the house over there.

"Haha, this is because he has done too many bad things!" Fatty Wang gloated.

"Feudal superstition, thunder and lightning have nothing to do with God, it is a natural phenomenon." Hu Bayi also stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance.

Chen Li also hugged Chen Feng's neck and looked at the fire in the distance in amazement.

"Big pot, is the Thunder God striking down bad people?"

"Haha, shouldn't be." Chen Feng said with a smile.

After the Nanmu Hall and the Zun'en Hall of the Ming Tombs were struck by lightning and caught fire in 1957, Premier Zhou instructed that all important ancient buildings across the country should gradually be equipped with lightning rods, which also marked the beginning of large-scale installation of lightning rods in my country.

But currently, most high-rise buildings are installed with lightning rods, while old houses like courtyard houses have basically not been moved.

Because there is no need!

The earliest lightning rods appeared in China during the Three Kingdoms and the Southern and Northern Dynasties. By the Song Dynasty, lightning rods had become popular and were found on many buildings. At that time, such lightning rods were called "Thunder Pillars."

All the courtyard houses in the old city have this kind of ancient oriental lightning protection device.

The problem is that many homeowners make renovations without permission (some who don’t have enough space like to add an extra floor or dig a basement), without reporting to the street office. The homeowners are reluctant to spend money and so hire some part-time unemployed plasterers and carpenters to do the work.

Inadvertently, the thunder pillar specially left by the old construction master was demolished.

Not surprisingly, this compound is like this.

"What are you guys doing? Go back to your room and sleep!" Zhou Qing pushed open the door and said to the kids.

"Mom, there was thunder just now, it was so fun!"

Chen Li was no longer afraid as she was holding Chen Feng, and instead showed off the lightning that had just occurred.

"It's funny. You used to get so scared when you saw thunder that you kept crying and had to hold me."

Zhou Qing didn't give his little daughter any face and directly exposed her fear of thunder.

"Mom, I'm not crying."

The little girl pouted and retorted, but her voice was very small.

"Big pot, you're right!"

"Haha, sleep, sleep."

Chen Feng carried the little girl back to the room and lit the candle.

Lai Fu followed behind them.

After a while, Chen Hao came in with a flashlight and Fatty Wang came in with hot water.

After washing their feet, everyone went back to their rooms.

On rainy days, the courtyard is very peaceful. The sound of tiles hitting raindrops and dripping continuously is especially helpful for children like Chen Li to sleep.

Chen Feng is a night owl, so naturally he couldn't sleep.

The little girl had a fever in her sleep and kicked off the blanket for the third time, but she was still very conscious.

"How about going out for a walk?"

Thinking that he had nothing to do, he quietly got dressed, put on a nightgown, put on a mask, held an umbrella, walked out of the yard, jumped directly from the wall, and easily crossed the more than three-meter-high wall.

I went to the black market first to see if it would still be open since it was raining tonight.

What surprised him was that there was no one here, but there was someone waiting under the eaves to sell goods.

"Oh, we came here from the village this afternoon, why is it raining? What should we do with our things?"

"My wife is still waiting for this share of money to buy some cloth."

Six people squatted under the eaves of a house on Guijie Street, sighing as they watched the rain getting heavier and heavier.

There are several black markets in Sijiu City, and many supplies are transported here from the communes and village brigades in the countryside for sale.

In fact, there are also such black markets in towns and villages, which are the only place where farmers can breathe freely.

However, how can the purchasing power of rural customers compare to that of the wealthy people in the old cities? Not only are there many old people here, but they are also rich. That's beautiful gold and dollars!

The old guard didn't dare to sell gold and money to the government, so what did the peasants with good class backgrounds have to fear?

By just turning the product over again, you can earn an extra 10% or 20% in profit.

"What are you selling?" Chen Feng walked over curiously.

"Good stuff, all good stuff."

One of them was so pleasantly surprised that he opened their wooden wheelbarrow, revealing the supplies inside.

When Chen Feng saw them, he immediately squatted down, shone a flashlight around, looked carefully for a long time, and decided to buy them all.

The pheasant, rabbit and yellow sheep meat in the pots and jars were not valuable, as he had originally released them. However, two of the porcelain pots and earthenware jars that contained the meat were from the late Ming Dynasty, and they were definitely valuable items!

"What do you want?"

"Three dollars a pound. If you can buy them all, I'll give you two dollars and eighty cents." The leading young man lowered his voice and said.

There is no shortage of food in Beijing recently. The prices of flour and rice in the black market have dropped, but the price of meat remains high.

The fish, chickens, ducks, and rabbits released by Chen Feng were really nothing compared to the huge population of Sijiu City.

The more the better!

"How much do you have? I want them all!"

"I weighed it before I came here. It's over 324 kilograms. If you want it all, it's only yuan."

The person speaking should be an accountant who can settle the accounts in a blink of an eye.

Chen Feng smiled and took out three hundred and twenty-four yuan, saying, "It's hard to carry so many things. Can you give me the car, the pot, etc.?"

"Okay, but you have to add six dollars!" The accountant thought about it and felt that selling these things for six dollars would be a big profit.

This two-wheeled wooden cart is made of wood from the mountains and is built by carpenters in the village. It is free of charge.

As for earthenware jars, porcelain basins, etc., they were all distributed from landlords in the past and are also free of charge.

"Okay, I'll add another six dollars, making it three hundred and thirty!"

Give them the money and let them count it.

As a result, they counted several times, fearing that they had counted wrong, and even took turns counting. Finally, after confirming again and again that there was no problem with the number, they smiled.

"Comrade, thank you very much. Do you want us to give you a ride? If not, we will leave."

"It's easy to leave, but I won't send you off."

Seeing the six of them wearing sunshade hats and preparing to go home, Chen Feng kindly suggested: "There are many houses in Xizhimen. You can pay a few cents and stay one more night until the weather clears up tomorrow."

"Go home in the rain, be careful not to get sick."

"Thank you. We are just going to my uncle's house."