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

The town is not big, so when a car shows up, Chen Feng and his friends immediately become the coolest guys on the street, just like they did at noon!

But this place is different from the clinic. There are more residential houses over there, more shops here, and fewer children.

Several store employees who knew Zhou Jing came over to say hello.

As the village warehouse manager, Zhou Jing sometimes needs to help with the shipment of supplies and sell some materials to the town’s supply and marketing cooperatives, clinics, shops and other small state-owned departments, so everyone has dealt with each other before.

"Come on, have a cigarette!" Zhou Jing saw that they were not stingy, so he took out his own cigarette worth a few cents and handed it to them.

He actually still had two packs of Daqianmen, both of which were delivered by Chen Feng after lunch.

"No, your nephew is driving, why are you still smoking this?"

Seeing the economic cigarettes Zhou Jing took out, one of the townspeople who gathered around him said with a smile, "Sijiucheng license plate, I don't believe I didn't give you good cigarettes."

"Brother Zhou, you are wrong. The last time you came to my place, I shared some melon seeds with you." said a young man.

He actually still remembered a dozen melon seeds!

Zhou Jing's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled and said, "Yes, I have a pack, but I want to save it for the village party secretary and the commune. You guys should come with me and draw."

They smoked a cigarette outside the bookstore, and Chen Feng and his friends bought things in the bookstore.

Pencils, red and blue pencils, an underlined notebook, a calendar, and four red scarves.

Chen Feng was surprised that the latter was actually sold in bookstores.

He didn't know that schools in the countryside would not reward children with red scarves because the fabric was so expensive!

As for where this bookstore’s red scarves came from, it’s hard to say!

"I want to bring the big pot too!"

I saw my second brother and cousin wearing red scarves, and they looked very proud.

Chen Li didn't know how to tie it, so she asked Chen Feng for help.

After tying them, the four children, Chen Hao, Chen Li, Zhou Fubo and Zhou Dinghai, walked out with glory on their faces.

The two cousins ​​were especially happy when they got the coveted red scarves. They felt like they had become the successors of the new society and became the Young Pioneers in the newspapers.

After coming out, he stood by the car door, holding his school bag and grinning foolishly.

"Uncle, it's time to go. I'll take you back."

"No need. It's just a few steps away. Why bother sending it? It's a waste of gasoline." Zhou Jing waved his hand.

Having said that, Chen Feng still planned to send them to the bridgehead at the entrance of the village. He was not in a hurry, it would only take a few minutes.

"Fubo, Dinghai gets on the car."

Chen Feng said to Zhou Jing: "Uncle, if you don't get in the car, I will just send them back and then turn around and go home."

The two little cousins ​​ran into the car. Zhou Jing was so angry that he looked at their pockets, thinking that he could get a few bottles when he got back.

Six bottles, that’s a bit too much for the kids!

Four bottles, that’s a bit too much for the child!

Then let’s just have five bottles!

Half for father and half for son, very fair!

"Look, I told you to save fuel, but you didn't want to!"

"Old Zhou, this is your nephew being filial to you, you should be content!"

The others laughed.

We happened to meet Zhou Xiaoya and her friends who were coming back from school. When they saw the car parked at the bridge head, a group of children immediately surrounded it as if they had seen a treasure.

"Xiaoya!"

"God damn!"

From more than ten meters away, Zhou Dinghai and Zhou Fubao kept shouting, wishing they could tell the whole world, "This is my cousin's car!"

"Dinghai, is this your car?"

"Yes, my cousin's!"

“Can this car move?”

"Nonsense, we can't move, how are we going to get back?"

"Your cousin is awesome!"

"Impressive, I hope you will be convinced from now on."

"Clothes!"

The group of children nodded.

The two cousins ​​were a bit like emancipated serfs singing at home, they were so excited.

"Disperse, everyone disperse. Xiaofeng wants to go home. Don't block the cars." Zhou Jing got out of the car, gave the old patriarch a Daqianmen cigarette, and lit it for him with a match.

"Chief, why are you bringing them with you?"

The old patriarch looked at the Daqianmen in Zhou Jing's hand for a long time.

Zhou Jing immediately put the money into his pocket. The salary of a village official was not high, far less than that in the city. He could not afford Daqianmen cigarettes at all. The only advantage was that he could eat government rations, which could reduce the burden on his family.

If Chen Feng hadn't given him one or two packs of good cigarettes every time he came, he could only smoke Qianjin cigarettes that cost a few cents.

The taste of that thing is far worse than that of Daqianmen!

"Nothing, I just took them to your house to move some books." The old patriarch took a puff of cigarette and felt relaxed. "Get up early tomorrow morning, I'll take you to the commune to see Director Mao and deliver the cigarettes as soon as possible."

"Not too early." Zhou Jing also lit one for himself.

"What do you know!" the old clan leader criticized, "I'll ask A-Lu to get a good fish tonight and bring it back to raise. I'll send it over tomorrow morning. It's just the right time for me to have a meal with Director Mao."

"Otherwise, we'd be giving away a pack of cigarettes and not even having a meal, wouldn't that be a big loss?"

Zhou Jing was stunned and asked, "Then why not go at noon?"

The old patriarch glanced at him and said, "The village is so close to the commune. If you don't go there earlier and show your sincerity, what will others think if you wait until noon?"

"How about going today?" Zhou Jing was a little obsessed with eating with Director Mao!

Like the old patriarch, he felt that taking out Zhonghua cigarettes was too extravagant!

We must earn it back for him!

"That's not good. What if Director Mao has already eaten it?" The old patriarch shook his head and said, "The commune has a small kitchen."

Zhou Jing was so envious!

Whether the village committee eats well or not depends on how good the village party secretaries are.

The village party secretary of Zhoujia Village was naturally a very nice person, which meant that Zhou Jing and his friends ate just enough to not feel hungry, but the food was definitely not very good.

The commune is different. The commune is very large, with a lot of supplies, and the food in the canteen is naturally better!

A commune usually consists of more than a dozen brigades (natural administrative villages), dozens or even nearly a hundred production teams (villages), and a population of over ten thousand.

For example, the Repulse Bay Commune covers 13 nearby brigades (administrative villages), Zhoujia Village is one of them. Zhoujia Village is divided into 7 small villages, Zhoujiagou Village is one of them.

Materials from dozens or even hundreds of villages gathered in the commune, which then handed them over to the towns and villages. You can imagine how much they had.

"Uncle, do you think I can enter the commune?"

"Look at Director Mao. If we can establish a good relationship, there won't be any problems."

Two smokers were standing on the roadside smoking and chatting, and Chen Feng turned the car around.

"Brother Xiaofeng, thank you for the book!" Zhou Xiaoya ran to the car and shouted to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng smiled and waved his hand, saying, "You're welcome. You should study hard and try to get into a junior high school, technical secondary school, or university in the future!"

Although the hope is slim, there is definitely no hope without hard work!

"Cousin, when will you come again?" Zhou Dinghai couldn't help but ask.

Chen Feng replied: "Let's see, it should come again this month."

I came in a hurry today and many things are not finalized. Next time I come, I will ask him to bring some meat. By the way, I will discuss with him when to go up the mountain to collect herbs and agree on a time to pick up the herbs.

After saying goodbye to the old patriarch and Zhou Jing, Chen Feng hurried home.

It’s almost two o’clock. If we don’t speed up, we’ll be late for dinner.

"Uncle, goodbye!"

"Oh, come again next time!"