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

"You gave me a total of—"

Hou Polan picked up a small notebook and prepared to explain the accounts clearly, but Chen Feng interrupted him without waiting for him to explain.

"Uncle Hou, I'm being polite. I can't trust anyone but you. You exchanged the braised meat and tea leaves I gave you. If it were someone else, they would have happily eaten them themselves."

Lao Hou has the demeanor of a gentleman in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and the character of a famous scholar in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and he can clearly distinguish between gratitude and resentment.

Chen Feng trusted him very much. Besides, what did he take out?

Just some insignificant supplies!

What Lao Hou gave him were high value-added items such as gold, antiques, and famous paintings, which are scarce and unique.

"Don't you want to see what I brought you?"

Seeing that the box was nice, Chen Feng picked it up with a smile. He was not trying to get something for nothing, but the box was indeed a very good antique.

Seeing his extremely skillful movements, Hou Polan's mouth twitched.

This box is really not exchanged.

But he also relied on Chen Feng's supplies and did receive a lot of middleman fees.

"I'm just an old man. I've eaten all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and the sea. Even if you give me dragon meat from heaven, I can't chew it now. A bowl of porridge and a bowl of wild vegetables are enough for me!"

Even though he says it lightly that he drinks plain water now, as a person with "noble sentiments" and not vulgar, he actually still has half a tael of Biluochun left.

This is the finest Biluochun tea!

He hasn't had a drink in years!

He counted them all, three or five leaves of tea each time, enough for him to drink for two years.

Of course, this little secret must not be told to Chen Feng.

That's for celebrating special days!

Why drink Biluochun every day? Isn’t boiled water just fine?

"Whatever you want. Anyway, I brought you the braised meat, marinated meat, pheasant, pickled meat and these dried sea fish. You have the final say on how to deal with them."

Chen Feng opened the bag and took out the meat and canned meat that were packed in different bags.

"By the way, don't sell these canned meats. I made them myself."

"If the cannery finds out, it could easily cause misunderstandings and lead to a lot of trouble."

"You are overthinking it. Who dares to say anything when these things are exchanged privately?"

The broken Hou picked up a can of sea fish meat and looked at it carefully, and said in surprise: "You made this yourself, what kind of meat?"

"Have you ever tried sea fish or Spanish mackerel? How about opening a bottle and trying it?" Chen Feng said with a smile, "I guarantee it will taste several times better than the ones from the cannery."

"I believe this!"

The Broken Marquis smiled and nodded, "You don't have any other skills, but you know how to enjoy life. Although the canning factory has improved its technology, I heard that they still lack sufficient oil. Your bottle looks like it's full of oil."

"Help me open a bottle. If it tastes really good, I'll exchange the bottle for a small yellow croaker."

"No way, there is such a prodigal son?" Chen Feng was a little shocked.

Even if the old people are having a hard time now, they shouldn't be so wasteful, right?

Hou Polan gave the can in his hand to Chen Feng, as he couldn't open it himself.

"I have never walked a single alley in this city. I know which family has good things, which family knows how to preserve their ancestors' things, and which family is a fool and a prodigal. They are all here."

He pointed to his heart with his right hand.

Chen Feng twisted the bottle cap open and said with a smile: "Medically proven, memory is in the brain."

Hou Polan took the can of fish, smelled the aroma, and was really hungry.

He turned around, opened the cabinet, took out a bottle of bulk Erguotou, chopsticks, and a plate of pickled cabbage, and started eating right in the lobby.

He first dipped a little fish fat from the can with chopsticks, tasted it and nodded.

The taste is quite good, it doesn't feel like canned meat from a factory at all, but more like cold braised fish.

"Would you like some?"

"If you hadn't used chopsticks to go in, I would have believed what you said." Chen Feng complained.

"Haha, I'm not eating alone. I feel embarrassed if you look at me like that." Hou Pulan ate a small piece of fish and took a sip of wine.

I couldn't help but pour the juice from the jar over the pickled cabbage.

Are you embarrassed?

You’re welcome!

Seeing that he was eating so enthusiastically, Chen Feng also felt a little hungry, so he opened a can of roasted pheasant, took out the barbecue and sat next to him to eat.

Pheasants are not large enough to be chopped up and put into the can.

I finished it in just three or two bites.

"You eat slowly, I'll leave first."

Hou Polan, who was almost sipping the food, smiled and waved the chopsticks in his hand.

"I won't send it to you."

I came out with the box and rode the motorcycle for a short distance before I encountered a large group of people blocking the alley ahead near the exit of the alley.

Today many parents brought their children to register, and this group of neighbors came back together.

Chen Feng honked the horn, and the crowd immediately parted to both sides and made way.

"Chen Feng!"

"Brother!"

Su Meng and Han Chunming, who had just completed school registration and received new textbooks, turned their heads and leaned on the side of the road to greet each other.

"Oh, it's you."

Chen Feng said calmly: "Study hard and make progress every day."

Without saying anything more, he drove out.

Cheng Jianjun's eyes turned red with envy.

Han Chunming thought of his teacher. Every time Chen Feng came, he would bring delicious food to Lao Guan, and this time would definitely be no exception.

"Su Meng, Jianjun, let's go back quickly, it's almost twelve o'clock."

After arriving at the yard, Han Chunming said goodbye to his family, then picked up a dried fish and trotted to the other side of the mountain.

He wanted to help with the cooking and get some delicious food.

But when I got there, I found that I was still too late - the door was closed.

"Master, I'm Chunmin, am I home?"

Inside the room, Guan Yushan, who was drinking with the old policeman surnamed Liu, acted as if nothing had happened. However, two boys and girls, who shared a bottle of canned fish, looked up at him, not daring to breathe.

Old Liu smiled and tapped the back of Guan Shan's hand with chopsticks.

He didn't eat for free, as he brought the wine with him and stored it for a month. It was Xifeng Liquor that an old comrade-in-arms personally sent to him on the August 1st Army Day.

"I said I'm not here, can you go home?" Guan Shan said lightly.

"Aren't you here?" Han Chunming said shamelessly.

"Open the door yourself. Do you need me to open it for you?" Guan Shan got up from the stool and took out a clean bowl and chopsticks from the cabinet behind.

Han Chunming opened the door and came in, seeing what was on the table: four people and three dishes, all of which were hard dishes, either fish or grilled minced meat. Two children were eating rice mixed with soup, their mouths full of oil.

The two old men drank wine and ate food in small bites.

He swallowed his saliva in a cowardly manner!

This is normal. Normal people of this age will have a similar reaction when seeing such greasy fish.

Just like the passionate and masculine young men in the 80s who would have the same reaction when they saw the Hollywood blonde in swimming trunks for the first time, this is the natural information response mechanism of the human body.

"Master, today is not your birthday, right?"

"No, it was sent by Grandpa Guan's students." The little girl couldn't help but look up and say.

"Don't talk and eat well." Her brother didn't like Han Chunming, so he said to his sister and didn't want to pay any attention to him.

Han Chunming is familiar with several people present!

The old man is a retired soldier. He had to retire because of a broken leg. Later, he adopted these two little rag pickers and had a very good relationship with his master.

I feel more and more fortunate that I came in time, otherwise I would have missed a great meal.

"Master, should I hang this crucian carp here for you, or cut it up and eat it?"

Lu Shan took a look and said, "Cut it up. It can be eaten with the fish broth."