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

There are not many cars in the city in the morning. Even the aunties and grandmas who get up early to buy vegetables mostly walk, and few people ride bicycles.

At present, there is no terrifying bicycle army as in the future, and the state-owned vegetable markets are not far away.

After all, the city of Beijing is really not that big now, and the suburbs are outside the second ring road!

Three bicycles, a tricycle, and four vehicles went along Wangfujing Street to the square.

"Why are there so few people here now?" Zhou Jing followed Chen Feng and said from behind.

Chen Feng stopped casually in the open space in front of the national flag. Apart from some middle-aged and elderly people who got up early for morning exercises, there were not many people in the square.

"It's hard to get train tickets now. Few people from other places come to Beijing. People in Beijing are used to watching the flag raising ceremony. If it's not a holiday, they usually don't come so early to watch it."

"Were there a lot of outsiders in the past?" Zhou Jing asked curiously.

Well, there weren’t many in the past. Transportation was less developed and long-distance transportation was tense.

But there will be so much in the future!

During the New Year travel rush in later generations, the flow of people in the main cities reached hundreds of millions, and there were long queues at hundreds of ticket offices, like long dragons.

"There are a lot of people during festivals, such as National Day. Many people from other places come here to watch the flag-raising ceremony. Old party members, in particular, can't help crying when they see the flag being raised."

Chen Feng introduced.

"Why are you crying?" Zhou Dinghai didn't quite understand.

Chen Feng looked slightly serious and said, "Maybe they remembered their fallen comrades and colleagues!"

How many martyrs sacrificed their lives for the faith that rose up here.

"I know that Third Grandma always cried when she was paying tribute to Uncle." Zhou Fubo said in a low voice.

Chen Feng remained silent.

Zhou Min's father is an only child and should not have joined the army.

However, the domestic systems are not complete and such a mechanism has not yet been formed. In this regard, foreign countries have done a better job.

"Saving Private Ryan" is a movie based on a true story. At that time, Fritz Niland participated in the Normandy landing in the 101st Airborne Division. Since two of his brothers had died in the war, the Allied command decided to send him back home to prevent his mother from receiving the bad news of the death of her last son.

This gave rise to the "Sole Survivor Policy", which became one of the few bright spots of humanity in the brutal war.

Chen Feng arrived at the right time, and within ten minutes, the guard of honor marched into the venue.

Several children stood up straight and watched the guard of honor escort the national flag.

"Big Pot, do you want to sing the national anthem?" the little Loli asked in a low voice.

"No need, we just need to salute." Chen Feng said with a smile.

"Oh!" Several people believed it.

This is not a lie. In fact, when the national flag was raised, many old men doing morning exercises saluted the flag. Many of them are veterans and old party members with the purest faith.

The national flag raising time is consistent with the sunrise time. When the national flag is raised, the sun also comes out.

Some private vendors with their own business licenses push their carts into the square and sell various home-made items, such as candied haws, herbal tea, and small sugar men.

"Brother Bayi, I want to eat candied haws!"

When the little girl saw this, how could she let go of this opportunity?

He pulled Hu Bayi and ran over to find the vendor holding the "Tanghulu Stick".

"Uncle, we want to buy some candied haws!" Hu Bayi took out the money and bought a bunch for everyone.

Several children lined up and took the candied haws from the vendor, and Chen Feng also took one.

Tasting it occasionally can also allow you to experience the urban atmosphere of that time.

"I don't need it." Zhou Jing declined with a smile.

"Uncle, if you don't want to eat, I can help you eat." Chen Hao said very filially.

Zhou Jing, who originally didn't want to take it, immediately took it and gave it to the youngest girl present.

"Thank you uncle!"

Chen Li was very happy, holding a candied haws in each hand.

Zhou Dinghai bit the candied haws and ran to a nearby vendor. He watched an old man sprinkle some sugar grains and quickly roll the snack into a ball of "cotton" with a wooden stick.

It wasn't the first time he had seen it, but he still felt curious every time he saw it.

The little ones all ran over, and Chen Li couldn't see them, so she pulled Chen Hao and asked him to hold her.

Chen Hao had no choice but to hold his sister in his arms and watch while biting the candied haws.

“Young comrade, would you like one?” Seeing that he was the first one to come around, the old man thought he wanted to buy something, so he deliberately made the first order of the day a little bigger.

"how much?"

"One cent each." The old man laughed.

"Give me eight. I'm going to give this biggest one to my cousin."

Chen Feng accepted it with a smile, and Zhou Jing gave his own to Chen Li. In an instant, the uncle's status in the little foodie's heart rose sharply.

After eating the candied haws, a group of people watched a group of old people practicing Tai Chi in the square.

"Soft and without any strength, just a show-off." Fatty Wang commented arrogantly: "I can beat ten of them by myself."

"This is health preservation, not real kung fu." Hu Bayi knew some military secrets and said, "If you meet a martial arts master in the army, you will be killed in one move."

"I'm not stupid. Before he makes a move, I'll shoot him and see who dies first!" Fatty Wang also knew some military fighting skills. His family was from the military, but he liked guns more and believed more in the power of bullets.

Real Kung Fu has indeed declined, shooting has become the mainstream, and anyone with a normal brain will prefer guns.

In the past, due to a shortage of bullets, the army advocated bayonet fighting.

After participating in the Peninsular War, I developed a phobia of fire!

Even with the world's strongest light infantry and related tactics, the pursuit of firepower was imprinted in the army's genes. It was not until the emergence of the anti-terrorism war that the importance of individual combat was increased again.

Chen Feng took a look, sat on the tricycle seat, and said with a smile: "You really can't beat ten of them. Some of them should be veterans who have killed many people. You are a rookie who has never killed anyone. If you meet old men like them, it is very likely that you will die and they will be injured in a one-on-one fight."

"Brother, how is it possible? They are so old." Fatty Wang was a little unconvinced.

"Grandpa is also very old." Chen Li held two candied haws in one hand and two in the other, taking turns eating from both sides, and did not forget to interrupt, "But he can make you cry with just one word."

Chen Hao put her on the tricycle and felt a little bored.

"Brother, let's go back."

Zhou Dinghai and the others had finished eating. Chen Feng nodded: "Okay, let's go back."

Passing by Wangfujing, many shops were closed, but some state-owned restaurants were already open, offering special foods of the time, such as wild vegetable buns and fish and meat pancakes.

The young men who had eaten these things left without a second thought.

Compared with the food sold on the street, the food at home is of course more delicious, whether it is porridge or meat pie.