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

Pushing the bicycle through the door, Chen Li pulled Lai Fu out of the warehouse together.

"Cauldron!"

"Are you still playing in the water?" Chen Feng said, pinching his sister's smiling face.

"The room isn't cold anymore." Chen Li replied, "The pool is cold."

Since he was out, it was naturally impossible for him to open the space and cool down the bedroom.

Sha Zhu had already prepared the braised meat and went back with two kilograms of venison and one kilogram of braised meat.

"Let's go, Grandpa and Grandma, and eat some watermelon!"

When the little girl heard this, she acted quickly.

"Grandpa, grandma, the big pot is back with watermelon."

After saying this, he ran to his parents' room and shouted. When it was Chen Hao's turn, there was no need to shout because they had already gotten up from the swimming pool and were changing clothes in the locker room.

Zhang Haixing also came out of the study.

"Watermelon again?"

"Ah."

He went into the kitchen with his backpack and cut the largest of the three watermelons. Then the little girl ran in like a gust of wind, stood beside him, and smiled at the watermelon on the plate.

"Brother, can I buy you a watermelon on my birthday on August 1st? I have money." Fatty Wang came in and said.

"Stupid boy, do you still need that little money for such a small thing?" The old man patted Fatty Wang on the shoulder and said, "Grandpa will buy you a few."

August 1st is Army Day.

The old man rejected all retirement benefits, showing his wholehearted dedication to the country.

But on this kind of festival, this veteran will never be forgotten.

"Grandpa, there are no watermelons for sale on the street." The little foodie had already taken a piece of watermelon from Daguo and was about to take a bite, but when he heard this, he hurried to show off.

"Well, there is indeed none on the street, but grandpa has a way." The old man took the watermelon from Chen Feng.

Chen Hao and Hu Bayi handed the watermelons to other people.

"So sweet." Fatty Wang said after taking a bite.

"By the way, has the braised meat been delivered to your home?" Chen Feng asked while eating watermelon.

"Yes, I took my aunt's car back home, and Lily also took the car to my house to play for a while." Fatty Wang dug out all the watermelon seeds with chopsticks.

Chen Li was eating and picking at the same time.

"The fat man's house is not fun. He doesn't even have a car."

"My grandfather has a three-wheeled motorcycle." Fatty Wang felt a little embarrassed and mentioned his grandfather.

On July 1951, 7, the Sixth Automobile Manufacturing Plant in Sijiucheng produced my country's first batch of motorcycles named "Jinggangshan" based on the German Schindler K8 motorcycle.

1960年4月四九城摩托车厂按照长江250图纸生产了59辆长城牌604型两轮摩托车，至1963年共生产该型车213辆，1966年后改名为“东风牌”，从此，开创了我国250ml级民用两轮摩托车的生产历史。

Seeing the production of 213 motorcycles in three years, you will know how precious motorcycles are. It is also not difficult to understand the sadness that the Jiaodaokou Police Station only has one old motorcycle!

Even though the old city had its own motorcycle factory, it could not provide much to the city.

Because there is another group that needs motorcycles even more now - military supplies!

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the border situation has always been extremely tense. The already scarce motorcycles were given priority for military supplies, and even fewer were used for civilian purposes.

This is also the reason why there are horse-drawn carriages, donkey carts, and mule carts running all over the streets in the city!

The technology is sufficient, but without top craftsmen, the output cannot be increased!

Chen Jianjun is the deputy section chief and cannot ride a motorcycle home.

I’m almost qualified, but I don’t have a motorcycle!

"Then Fatty, can your grandfather take me shopping?" Chen Li looked at him expectantly.

Fatty Wang shivered in the scorching heat of late July.

"Lily, I can take you shopping, but my grandpa has no money. Really, he is very poor."

"Hehe, then I'll find Grandpa next time and ask him to take me to the street to play."

It doesn’t matter if she has no money, Chen Li just wants to have fun riding in the car.

A larger watermelon was eaten up.

It is easy to feel sleepy after eating and drinking enough. Chen Li was the first to lie down on her bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Zhang Haixing is a night owl. She is very energetic at night and just lies on her bed reading a book, but her mind is not on the book.

"The cool air keeps coming out. Is it the energy from the ground leaking out here?"

"But why isn't there any other place? The entrance is clearly in the old man's bedroom."

She had already noticed something strange about this compound.

There are no rats, which are the favorite of the people of Beijing, nor are there fleas, which are the most hated by everyone. There are not even mosquitoes. It is as if there is some monster living here.

What if there are monsters?

Zhang Haixiong looked towards the study. This guy was simply a monster.

The Zhang family was once called monsters by the masters of the underworld, but in front of him, they seemed to be no match.

Chen Feng sat in the study, holding a carving knife, took out the jade given by Zhang Haixing, and considered what style to make it into.

Chen Hao buried all the watermelon rinds in the ground.

Not to mention that they ate all the melon pulp, even if they didn't, Chen Feng would not agree to use it to cook.

There is no shortage of green vegetables in Beijing.

Aren’t leeks fragrant?

It was past eleven o'clock when the power went out in the area, and Zhang Haixing went back to sleep. Before leaving, she asked Chen Feng for a bottle of soda.

After washing his feet, Chen Feng woke the little girl up.

"Big Pot, do you want to eat watermelon again?"

Chen Li's eyes were hazy and she instinctively wanted to hug his neck with her hands, asking for a hug.

"Little idiot, you drank so much soda and ate watermelon, don't you want to pee?"

Chen Feng smiled and helped her up from the bed. This matter was very important.

"Oh, I need to pee."

Chen Li woke up immediately.

This is her baby bed, it can't get wet.

She put on her shoes by herself and went out holding the small lantern that her original body had given her.

After a while, he took off his shoes and went to bed.

Chen Feng blew out the candle in the lantern and went to sleep.

The next day, at dawn, the little girl got up hurriedly, put on her shoes and ran outside.

When Chen Feng heard the door open, he opened his eyes and looked at his sister and couldn't help laughing.

After a while, a rooster from a chicken farm nearby started crowing.

The little girl came back again. She was too bored to be alone, so she climbed up to the second floor. In the morning light coming through the window, she played with all the treasures she had bought, laughing.

"Little horse, go, go, go!"

In the other hand he held a clay figure and rammed it headfirst into the wooden horse.

"Ah, you hit him."

The eldest brother was sleeping, and so was the second brother. She had no one to accompany her, so she felt a little lonely.

Chen Feng smiled and thought that when the fourth child was born, the little girl would be able to experience the joy of having a little follower when the original body was a child!

He shouted to the second-floor bed opposite: "Lily, come down. I'm going to take you to Grandpa Guan's house to play."

"Oh, okay!"

"Little Pony, Little Man, I'm going out to play with my big pot. You better be good at home and listen to me. Do you understand? Otherwise, I'll spank you!"

After waiting for dozens of seconds, Chen Li put the toys away and came out.

Chen Feng took a lunch box of last night’s braised meat from the kitchen, thought about it, and then took four peaches.

Lao Guan was good to him and the little girl, so he couldn't be stingy.