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

Chen Feng sat on his recliner at home, thinking to himself that this disaster should not be as serious as in history.

Historically, one of the most important reasons for the severity of the situation was the severe drought in the three major grain-producing areas of Hebei, Shandong and Henan, which led to a sharp drop in wheat production.

However, due to the rain in the first half of this year, the Hebei Plain, where Hebei and Shandong, the two major grain-producing areas, were located, did not suffer major disasters.

On the contrary, it’s still a great harvest!

Only Henan is still suffering from severe drought!

It shouldn't be difficult for the Hebei Plain to support Henan, right?

Then why did supplies become scarce in the city of Sijiu?

"Fatty, get me all the recent newspapers."

"Okay, big brother."

Fatty Wang ran into the old man's room and took out the newspaper.

"Brother, we took some when we went to the toilet." Chen Hao said on the side.

"Didn't I tell you to use the toilet paper I gave you when you go to the bathroom?" Chen Feng quickly flipped through a stack of newspapers.

"Hey, brother, these pieces of straw paper are blank. It would be great to use them for drawing." Fatty Wang smiled, revealing his big white teeth.

There is no child who doesn’t like to paint and be a great postmodern impressionist painter.

The little girl likes to scribble and then take her "masterpiece" to ask her family members to comment on it one by one. If anyone gives a bad review, she will record it in her little account book.

Humph, I won’t talk to you anymore!

Chen Hao and Wang Pangzi also like painting, and the straw paper that Chen Feng gave to his family became a platform for them to pursue art.

"Support the Northwest and build a new era."

Chen Feng looked at the enthusiastic words on the newspaper and a large black-and-white photo. The photo showed trains loaded with supplies, carrying young patriots, singing war songs, heading towards the northern border.

"Fuck you!"

Even though Chen Feng, who rarely gets angry, couldn't help but curse when he saw the background behind this news!

There is no real friendship between countries, only cold interests and calculations!

This year, the weak rabbit faced off against millions of bears armed to the teeth, as well as the threat of giant mushrooms!

This guy is not trying to kick you when you are down, but is trying to take your life while you are sick!

"You bastard, when you get sick, if I don't empty out all your property and starve your son to death so that he can only recognize us as his father, I will not be the chief of Changsheng Mountain!"

The polar bears are so strong now that even the Eagles are scared.

Chen Feng could only swallow his anger and wait until decades later to get back at the man for his own evil deeds.

By that time, the space should have expanded large enough to empty all their technology warehouses!

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Fatty Wang nudged Hu Bayi with his elbow.

Hu Bayi shook his head in confusion. He didn't understand why his elder brother was so angry when it was about building the Northwest.

After about ten minutes, Zhang Haixing came in, changed his clothes and carried a long spear.

Chen Hao was shocked and asked, "Master sister, how did you know that my eldest brother was going to take you up the mountain to play?"

"Snapped!"

"Ouch!" Chen Hao covered his forehead, almost crying in pain.

"Sister, why did you hit me?"

Zhang Haixing snorted coldly: "What do you mean by going up the mountain to play? You guys are playing, but I'm going up the mountain to hunt and catch wild boar meat for your sister."

"Isn't it the same?" Although Chen Hao talked tough, he actually hid obediently next to Chen Feng.

Zhang Haixing has no moral principles and has done many things that bully the weak.

"Of course it's different." Seeing that half of his body was hidden behind Chen Feng, Zhang Haixing withdrew his hand in disappointment.

"I'm not playing, you three little brats are playing."

"No, Master, I'm very powerful. I was the one who shot the prey last time. They only took a small credit." Fatty Wang boasted with a grin.

Hu Bayi doesn't care about this.

Chen Hao is different!

"Fatty, I'll give you another chance to speak!"

Chen Hao sprinted to Fatty Wang's side, clenched his fists, and looked like he wanted to teach Fatty Wang what the Chen family's ancestral kung fu was all about and why it was so powerful.

"Okay, I admit that you still have some credit."

Fatty Wang is also very aware of the situation. He can't beat Chen Hao!

Repeated battles and repeated defeats, repeated defeats and repeated battles.

Chen Feng had also taken out three pistols from the old man's room.

You ask why not take a rifle?

Nonsense, three teenagers, how many times can they withstand the reaction force with their spears?

Nothing is as convenient and suitable as a pistol.

A three-wheeled bicycle was pushed out and four people got on in an orderly manner. Zhang Haixing got on first and sat at the back of the car, while the three younger ones sat inside.

"Grandpa, grandma, mom, we won't be back until noon, remember to pick up Lily."

"Don't worry, I'll go there myself." The old man said with a smile.

He felt that his chess skills had improved a lot recently, and he could fight with Mr. Zhu for three hundred rounds.

This time, we will definitely win!

He walked out of the yard, headed north, and pedaled the tricycle as hard as he could towards the mountains in the east.

The road condition was very bad and the car was shaking constantly. Chen Hao and Fatty Wang felt like their hearts, livers and lungs were shaking out of their bodies.

"Master, how do you sit so steadily?" Hu Bayi was very curious. He wanted to learn Zhang Haixing's skill of keeping his buttocks always on the stool no matter how it sways.

He almost fell off the stool several times, but fortunately he grabbed the iron sheet on the side of the carriage with both hands.

"If you sit there for a long time, you'll naturally get used to it." Zhang Haixing said lightly.

She used to travel by truck on the bad roads of the Republic of China, and the shaking was much greater than this time!

"Come on, I won't sit down!"

Being thrown off the stool again, Fatty Wang simply stood up, grabbed the steel rod fixed to the carriage, and looked at the nearby fields curiously.

By the end of July, the early rice in Sijiu City had been harvested!

So now some fields are barren and are in the stage of accumulating wood ash and manure for fertilizer.

The other half of the fields, which have good fertility, are planted with late rice.

"Brother, why are some fields empty? Wouldn't it be better to grow rice there?" Hu Bayi also stood up and couldn't help but ask after seeing this.

Chen Feng said depressedly: "Fatten it up!"

There is no way. Fertilizer is in short supply now. There are many saline-alkali lands in Sijiu City. Many farmlands need to rest and accumulate fertilizer before the next planting season can start.

Unlike later generations, sufficient agricultural fertilizers ensure food security for more than one billion people.

After all, this great new nation has only been developing modern science and technology for ten years!