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

"Three months? Let me calculate carefully. You brought 90 cans of food. Three months is days. That means you eat one can every four days."

Chen Feng smiled and reminded: "I will come again on the 15th, and send a dozen more bottles then."

"I don't have many bottles at home, grandma, you have to finish eating the bottle and return it. I will take it back to fill the meat."

The old man doesn't know how to calculate. He hasn't finished the meal yet, but he has to keep adding more. How many days is appropriate to finish a bottle?

"Don't calculate it, Mom." Ever since Zhou Jing earned more than a hundred yuan, his horizons have gradually become more open. He is not as frugal as before. The days when he wanted to break a coin into pieces to calculate are now a thing of the past.

"You haven't seen Xiaofeng hunting. That's not hunting. It's wild boars and rabbits chasing him!"

"When we go out fishing, we have to find the fish schools first."

"When Xiaofeng goes hunting in the mountains, he doesn't even need a hunting dog to look for the wild boars; the wild boars come to him and are eaten."

"Nonsense!" Grandpa didn't believe it at all. He was acquainted with Zhao Dongshan from the town and had often teased Dr. Zhao about why he didn't catch any prey when he went into the mountains.

"There aren't that many wild boars in Yanshan. The troops have all gone into the mountains to clean them up!"

This is true!

Not once or twice, but many times.

In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the deep forests outside Yanshan Mountain were basically penetrated by troops with automatic rifles, specifically hunting wild boars, bears and tigers that threatened the people, seriously disrupting the food chain.

This is also the reason why the black market price of wild game has skyrocketed in recent years!

"Grandpa, what Dad said is true!" Zhou Dinghai took a sip of soup and said, "It's just like when my cousin took us fishing. The fish swam over to me and let me choose. It's the same with the animals in the mountains."

"Once we were on the mountain and over two hills, rabbits came out and then pheasants flew."

"The rabbit is delicious when roasted."

"The pheasant is delicious too. My cousin even gave me some chicken wings to eat." Zhou Fubo said with a happy smile.

"I know, I know, you have said it many times." Grandpa interrupted.

Zhou Dinghai took the opportunity to ask, "Grandpa, can we go to the mountains with my cousin next time we have a holiday?"

"Holiday, what holiday?" Grandpa pretended not to understand and asked, "Didn't you hear that you will have to take extra classes with the clan leader on weekends from now on."

“We can’t have to make up lessons every time we have a holiday, right?” Zhou Fubo said unwillingly.

"Huh?" Grandpa and uncle glanced at each other at the same time.

Feeling the murderous aura, Zhou Fubo, who valued his life the most, shrank his neck and dared not resist.

Good children don't fight with evil fathers!

Zhou Dinghai wanted to say more, but when he saw his mother shaking her head in warning, he swallowed the words back.

His mother won't hurt him!

Unlike his father, who is so ruthless!

He even doubted whether what his father said about picking it up from the sea was true!

My uncle is so nice, he really loves my cousins. I envy them for the Nth time!

Chen Feng watched them fight with a smile.

The countryside is not like the city. Parents in the city are more or less likely to beat their children because they have broader horizons.

Well, less, not no beating.

It’s different in the countryside. If you don’t listen, you’ll be beaten. If you are naughty, you’ll be beaten. If you play in the water dangerously, you’ll be beaten. If you don’t study well, you’ll be beaten again. If you steal other people’s things, you’ll be beaten again...

Anyone who is not beaten five times by his parents in a month is either a lucky person or a good kid next door!

Unfortunately, the two little cousins ​​are not.

"Xiao Feng, is this also the case when you hunt?" Grandpa suppressed the two little ones who were showing a little bit of rebelliousness, and began to pay attention to Chen Feng again.

"Grandpa, it's okay now, mainly because Yanshan is big enough." Chen Feng explained with a guilty conscience: "Yanshan is very big. Once the wild boars occupying a certain mountain are gone, wild boars from other mountains will come and occupy it."

"It's just like the Qing Gang and Hong Gang in Tianjin in the past. If these gangs disappear, other gangs will come."

Grandpa understood immediately: "I see, it's actually the same in the sea, there are schools of fish in every area, if a school of fish leaves, other schools of fish will come over."

"People are the same, but they are much more ferocious than fish!" Grandma said rarely.

"Yes, fish only eat fish, but people are different. Not only do they eat people, but even their souls have nowhere to rest." Grandpa inexplicably recalled the turbulent days in the past.

"At that time, if someone died and wanted to be buried, they had to buy land from the landlord first, otherwise they could only be buried in a mass grave, crowded with a bunch of other corpses."

The two kids felt a little scared after hearing this.

They were unable to comprehend such scenes from the past, and they found them horrifying when they associated them with them.

"Grandpa, how do they worship their ancestors?" Zhou Fubo was a little horrified but couldn't help being curious at the same time. He was a typical novice but playful person.

Grandpa shook his head and said, "People can't even have enough to eat, how can we worship our ancestors? Just worship casually."

"Ahem, Dad, why are you talking about this while eating?" Zhou Jing interrupted.

Grandpa came to his senses and nodded.

"I don't want to, I don't want to."

Chen Feng smiled and said nothing. It was like this in the past. There were landlords in the mountains and the land also belonged to the landlords.

The poor don’t even have a place to bury their parents!

Zhu Yuanzhang encountered such a thing. His parents died and could not be buried. Fortunately, his next-door neighbor Liu Jizu was kind and expressed his willingness to provide a piece of land for the Zhu family to bury them free of charge.

However, how many Liu Jizus could one have met in the past?

The evil old society!

Just because of the policy of everyone owning land, Chiang Kai-shek should be fired!

"Eat meat. Come, Dinghai, Fubo, divide these two pieces of meat."

Chen Feng pointed at the two pieces of meat in the bowl and said.

The two children just stretched out their chopsticks, but couldn't help but look at their father.

"Eat, your cousin spoils you, why don't you thank him?" Zhou Jing said unhappily.

"Thank you cousin!"

In Chen Feng's eyes, the broth had lost its flavor after being diluted, but in the eyes of the Zhou family, it was still very delicious.

That layer of oily soup can be eaten with rice without any side dishes!

Fortunately, Chen Feng was there, and the old man still cooked a few dishes. In the middle of summer, if there were too many leftovers, they would not be finished in the evening and would go bad the next day.

After lunch, Zhou Jing pulled Chen Feng to the side.

"Uncle, what are you doing? So sneaky?"

"Ahem, what do you mean by sneaky? I have serious business to attend to."

Zhou Jing looked around and made sure no one was approaching, then he lowered his voice and asked, "Xiao Feng, do you have 30% of the old man's medical skills?"

"no!"

"Ah?" Zhou Jing asked in astonishment, "30% is not there, what about 10%?"

"nor!"

"Well, okay!" Zhou Jing sighed, "You are still young, it is normal that you don't have it. When you grow up, you will definitely have it!"

Chen Feng smiled and said, "I think my level of medical theory is definitely higher than that of my grandfather. How could it be only 10%, 20%, or 30%?"

This is not a certainty, but an absolute certainty!

The medical books that the old man read may not contain more than one-third of his reading!

He was, of course, a medical giant in theory and a medical infant in practice.