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

"The car should take the bridge on the back mountain. This bridge is not safe!"

Seeing the river ahead, Zhou Jing thought for a moment and said, "Go this way. There is a bridge ahead that is specially reinforced and cars can pass through."

Chen Feng followed the advice and turned around, took a detour through the "forest" behind Zhoujiagou, and entered the end of the village along the beach.

The back mountain of Zhoujiagou is a small earthen slope, which should be the forest planted by the ancestors of the Zhou family to provide firewood and wood for the village.

"Grandma!"

As the car slowly stopped at the door, Chen Li couldn't wait to push open the door and jumped out, shouting at the top of her lungs.

However, all she got in response was silence.

Chen Li pushed the door but found it wouldn't open.

"Stop shouting!" Zhou Jing, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at Chen Li's anxious look and couldn't help laughing. He explained, "There's no one here. Everyone is guarding the village entrance."

"Wait here for now. I'll go over and call them back."

About a minute later, a deafening cheer came from the entrance of the village.

Voices came one after another, including the hoarse and excited shouts of the elderly, the loud cheers of the young people, and even the childish laughter of many children.

It looks like we got good news from Zhou Jing!

For the villagers in Zhoujiagou, being able to successfully protect the village's pigs not only means that they can have meat to eat during this Spring Festival, but also represents unity and the successful defeat of the ambitions of "a certain group."

This is a victory!

Chen Feng couldn't help but sigh: "The old patriarch is really popular!"

Although large villages with the same surname have always been very united, the key to their courage to collectively confront the commune for the benefit of the clan members lies in the leadership of the old clan leader.

Even if he hadn't come today, Director Mao would not have been able to enter the village.

After waiting for a while, Chen Hao heard the voices of his grandma and others.

"The new Director Mao is a good official, better than the one who fell into the sea!"

"Hehe, it must be feeding the fish!" Zhou Dinghai said without restraint as a child.

"They deserve it. They let them steal the food from our village. The Dragon King will definitely beat him to death!" Zhou Fubo interrupted.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Grandpa interrupted their nonsense.

When I got back to the yard, I looked at the people in the car and they were all stunned when they saw the car.

"Cousin, did you buy a car?" Zhou Fubo cheered, ran over happily, and was ready to climb directly into the car.

"Brother, go to the side and give me some."

Zhou Dinghai also squeezed up.

"Fubo, go light the fire and cook the porridge!" Grandpa came back to his senses and ordered his grandson. "No, go cook the rice!"

"Ah, Grandpa, I'll wash the dishes and let Dinghai light the fire!"

"No, we agreed that you light the fire today and I'll wash the dishes!"

Zhou Dinghai stood in the car, as curious as a baby.

He had seen cars, but had never been so close to one. It was like many children in later generations riding a helicopter for the first time, full of novelty.

"Fu Bo, go down and light the fire!" Zhou Jing pulled his son down, then came up and picked up the large sack filled with rice that was stored under the seat.

"Hey, I'll go prepare a few more dishes!"

Although she was a little reluctant, my aunt still went into the kitchen to prepare new dishes.

Zhou Dinghai was happy because he was responsible for washing the dishes after lunch today and didn't have to light the fire.

"Dad, take it away quickly, I'll lie down!"

"Snapped!"

Zhou Jing, who was taking things off the back seat, was so angry that he slapped his son's shoulder and snorted, "Say it again!"

"Dad, please sit down, I will move the things!" Zhou Dinghai said with great filial piety.

Chen Hao burst into laughter, and Chen Li also followed suit with a silly smile.

Chen Feng quickly got out of the car, and walked forward with Zhou Dinghai, and steadily took the heavy items from Zhou Jing's hands.

Chen Hao and Chen Li also wanted to go down, but were stopped by Zhou Jing.

"Forget it, just sit down and rest for a while."

All the things placed in the car were taken out one by one, and grandpa and grandma also came over and joined the moving team.

Soon, watermelon, eggs, rice, fresh meat, etc. were all moved into the kitchen.

"Watermelon!" Zhou Dinghai said in surprise, his eyes falling on the round watermelon.

Seeing this, Chen Hao, who was standing by, couldn't help showing a hint of pride on his face. He raised his head and said to his cousin, "Dinghai, do you know watermelon?"

Zhou Dinghai said: "Of course I know, I think I have eaten it before."

“Yes, I have.” Zhou Jing said, “When you were 3 years old, your cousin came here with your second uncle, and he also brought a watermelon like this.”

However, Chen Hao shook his head in confusion, indicating that he had no impression at all.

Chen Feng couldn't help laughing and interrupted, "I still remember what happened that time. Chen Hao had a fight with Fu Bo just because of eating watermelon!"

Hearing this, Zhou Dinghai and Chen Hao asked curiously almost at the same time: "Why?"

Zhou Jing explained with a smile: "It's because your eldest brother is too greedy! Not only did he finish his own portion, but he also tried to snatch your cousin's watermelon. How could Chen Hao be happy with that?"

Zhou Jing brought the things into the house. Zhou Fubo, who was lighting the fire, kept looking up at the things being moved in.

"Dad, what's in your hand?"

Zhou Jing put down the bag and told his son, "Now light the fire. If you accidentally light the firewood and burn the kitchen, I'll cut you!"

When he came out, he saw Zhou Dinghai chatting with Chen Hao again.

"Haha, my brother definitely doesn't remember you beating him up." Zhou Dinghai didn't know what he was laughing at.

Chen Hao thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember it. He really had no impression of it at all.

The human brain is not a computer. How can he still remember something that happened several years ago?

"Don't bring eggs next time. The ducks at home are always laying eggs." Zhou Jing said while sitting in the car after moving all the things.

Well, rare!

There are very few bicycles in the countryside, let alone cars!

"Cousin, can you take me for a ride?" Zhou Dinghai also got into the car and patted the seat. He was very curious about this kind of soft leather seat.

"Wait a minute, after lunch, I'll take you to town to buy popsicles." Chen Feng remembered this matter when he arrived here.

There are definitely no popsicles in the supply and marketing cooperatives in the countryside, but maybe in the towns.

After getting off the bus with their backpacks, Chen Hao and Chen Li talked to Zhou Dinghai about interesting things that happened along the way, such as encountering pheasants in the wilderness and meeting an old man on the way.

"It just so happens that I'm going to the town to buy some things." Zhou Jing said with a smile.

"Big pot, I'm so hungry!" When Chen Li heard the word popsicle, she felt hungry.

Chen Feng looked at his watch and it was already past 1 o'clock.

Normally, people in Zhoujia Village would have had lunch long ago, but today was special and the entire village was waiting at the entrance of the village.

For them, skipping lunch is normal.

In fact, many places only have two meals a day. Zhoujiagou is by the sea and there is no shortage of food, so there are only three meals a day.

"Wait a minute, we'll have dinner soon."