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

I rode away on my bike, heading towards the garbage station where Chen Yulou was.

As soon as he entered, he found that Chen Yulou seemed to have a mild obsessive-compulsive disorder like him.

He sorted the garbage and placed the smelly items downwind, so that the garbage warehouse and dormitory area of ​​this large garbage company would have less odor.

The entrance to the garbage station was closed, but the light was on in the message room next to it. The person sitting inside was someone from Changshengshan, but he didn't know Chen Feng.

"Young comrade, who are you looking for?"

Chen Feng lay in front of the glass window of the communication room and said, "I'm looking for your stationmaster Zheng Jingshan. I'm Chen Feng. Last time your station came to my house to pick up goods, my grandfather was very grateful, so he asked me to send some meat and fruit to thank you."

The person in the message room jumped up in fright.

"Young Master——"

"What's so great about me? I'm not an adult!" Chen Feng said with a smile.

"Oh." The middle-aged man inside suddenly realized, and remembered that this is a new society and the old ways are no longer accepted, so he quickly opened the door and invited him in.

"Comrade Chen, please sit down for a moment. I will go and ask the stationmaster to come."

Chen Feng nodded and smiled as he gave him a Daqianmen cigarette.

The latter immediately smiled happily and took the cigarette to the dormitory area at the back.

After a while, Zheng Dahu and three others rushed over. When they saw what Chen Feng took out and placed in the message room, they were slightly surprised, but that was all.

He had experienced the peak period of Changsheng Mountain, so there was no need to make a fuss about this little bit of meat and watermelon.

But the descendants of his eldest son and three older brothers were different.

"Haha, Dad, it's meat and watermelon!"

"Shut up and stop embarrassing yourself in front of me." Zheng Dahu said unhappily.

He has three sons and one daughter, and he only brought the eldest to Sijiu City, while the others are still farming in their hometown.

However, with the salary subsidy from Sijiucheng and the resettlement fee left by the head of the household, the situation has improved a lot and is no longer so hard.

"Comrade Chen Feng, do you have anything else to do this time?"

"No, I just went hunting in the mountains and killed a deer. I made some braised meat, and grandpa thought of you, so he asked me to bring it over."

Chen Feng said with a smile, and distributed the Daqianmen in his hand one by one, and finally threw most of the bag to Zheng Dahu.

"That's good. You came so late, I thought..." Zheng Dahu didn't say anything else. Some things needed to be kept secret.

The young people did not know what was going on behind the scenes. They only knew that their grandparents had arranged jobs for them in the city, allowing them to give up their country identities and go to the city to work and get a stable job.

When this matter became known, I don’t know how many matchmakers broke down my door.

The status of a stable job in this era is similar to that of a staff position in the future. In fact, because the city has more abundant supplies, especially the 1949 city which receives priority supply of national resources, the value of the staff position is several times higher than that in the future.

There will be no famine or material shortage in later generations.

"Uncle Zheng, the stuff has been delivered. I'm going back now."

Zheng Dahu immediately said: "I'll take you back."

"Need not."

"It's okay, it's not far, I've also learned to ride a bike, it's very fast."

Zheng Dahu insisted on delivering the gift himself, and his son wanted to do it for him, but he was scolded by him.

“Tell Lao Cao that we’ll have braised pork for lunch tomorrow. This stuff doesn’t last long, so it’s better to eat it early. The watermelon should also be saved until tomorrow’s lunch. If anyone dares to touch it, I’ll beat you to death!”

"Dad, don't worry, I'll watch it." His son put one hand on the watermelon, fearing that someone would snatch it away.

"Goodbye, three brothers."

"goodbye!"

"Snapped!"

Zheng Dahu slapped his son Zheng Dabiao so hard that he was stunned.

Why are you hitting me again!

"You should be more serious when returning the gift!" Zheng Dahu said angrily. He now regretted bringing his eldest son with him. If it was the smart second son, he would definitely know to salute the young master.

I specially sent you meat and watermelon so late in the evening, how come you don’t know the etiquette?

"Yes, Comrade Xiao Chen, take care."

"Um, okay." Chen Feng almost laughed.

He is not an old man, why is he walking slowly?

Unlock the bicycle and walk towards Nanluoguxiang with Zheng Dahu.

Bicycles must be locked. If no one is watching them, they might be stolen in less than a minute.

"Uncle Zheng, if you need anything, just tell me and I'll arrange it for you."

Zheng Dahu rode the bicycle carefully; he was actually not very skilled yet.

"Very good, everything is fine. Now the eldest brother has also obtained a permanent residence permit in the city. The general manager has agreed. After a while, I can bring my family here. In the future, the whole family will be city dwellers."

Chen Feng knew that they didn't want to trouble him. They had heard about how tight the supplies were during the time they entered the city.

The thousands of miles of northern border!

Every day, military trains sent groups of the most lovely people to the border, and with the toughest attitude, declared to those barbarians that New China would never succumb to hegemony.

Should we learn from Eastern Europe and serve you as dogs?

dream!

The cost is also high!

We had to endure a madman's nuclear threat before the big mushrooms in the northwest could grow.

"Haha, congratulations Uncle Zheng."

The city of Sijiu is not big now, and after just over ten minutes, they arrived at an entrance to Nanluoguxiang.

"I won't go in." Zheng Dahu stopped the car and said.

Chen Feng smiled and nodded, then took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his backpack and threw it to him.

"Uncle, I kept this secretly. Don't tell my dad."

Zheng Dahu looked at the cigarette and couldn't help laughing. This was the only hobby he had!

Even at Chen Jianjun's current level, this kind of cigarette is not easy to get.

After watching Chen Feng's figure disappear in the darkness, he rode his bike back.

When I returned to the communication room, the employees in the seven dormitories of the garbage station had all gotten up and were standing around looking at the watermelon.

"father!"

"Uncle Zheng."

"Stationmaster."

There are a lot of messy titles. Calling someone uncle means the new generation of the old people, and calling someone the webmaster means the old brother.

"You want to eat now?"

"hey-hey!"

This smile is consistent.

Zheng Dahu took out the Daqianmen that Chen Feng had given him and gave some of them away.

"Stationmaster, is this a gift?"

"Go to hell, this was specially given to me by Comrade Chen."

That being said, they will definitely be distributed in the next two days!

The rules cannot be broken!

"Then cut it. I haven't eaten watermelon in years."

"Haha, I miss the taste of pumpkin more." An old man from Changsheng Mountain said with a smile.

"Not far!" Zheng Dahu said with a smile.

Several young people were confused.

What is northern melon? Is it tastier than watermelon?

“Eat melon, eat melon!”

A group of people stayed in the message room and divided the small watermelon.

One piece per person.