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

After dinner, Xu Damao came to borrow a tricycle, and Chen Feng naturally agreed.

Chen Li stood at the door and asked curiously, "Bad guy, do you want to have a baby too?"

Xu Damao was pushing his tricycle out, but when he saw this, he stopped and stood at the door and said with a smile: "It's not me who gave birth, it's my wife who gave birth."

At the door, Meng Xiaozao slowly came out supporting her mother.

Meng Xiaoxing is not here!

Because of Xu Damao's different attitude towards the family and Widow Meng's choice to support him, Meng Xiaoxing was directly angered. The latter moved into the cloth shop and simply severed ties with the family, but did not publish it in the newspaper.

"Mom, when will you give birth to your little brother? He must be very stuffy in your belly." Chen Li said naively to Zhou Qing who was sitting in the yard.

Zhou Qing put down the comic book. In this age of lack of entertainment, for the illiterate and semi-literate people, comic books are the best spiritual entertainment.

More influential than radio!

The comic books are cheap, come in large quantities, and are enough to keep you full!

"Soon!"

The old man came out and said, "The temperature is going to drop in the next few days. The weather forecast says it will snow at the end of the month. It's better not to go out at night and stay in the room to keep warm."

"Xiao Feng, buy some more coal when you have time, and ask Kaixuan and Chen Hao to make honeycomb coal. If the temperature really drops, we can light up the kang."

Chen Feng responded in the study: "Okay."

Chen Hao and the other three were also reading here.

"Haha, it's going to snow again!" Chen Li said happily, "I can have a snowball fight. This time I want to have ten!"

The little girl is naturally the best fighter among the children in the yard!

Just because of her fearless bravery in charging, these children had to give in to her to some extent.

"Well, beat ten. Lily, go back to your room and let Bayi tell you a story." Zhou Qing sent his daughter away and checked the chicken coop in the kitchen to make sure all the chickens were there and that the eggs had been put away by the little girl without any missing ones. Then he locked the kitchen door.

Chen Feng usually keeps canned braised meat, tomatoes, cabbage and other foods in the kitchen cabinet. If it is not locked, Chen Hao, Fatty Wang and Chen Li will most likely come and steal some.

Chen Jianjun stood in the aisle, looking at the stone sculpture in the center silently.

"Brother Jun, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just saw that this stone sculpture has so many cracks, and I'm worried that it might break after a while."

Zhou Qing didn't notice it before, but when he got closer, he found that there were more and more cracks on the stone sculpture, and the human figure that originally looked like it actually looked hideous and fierce.

"How about asking Xiao Feng to move away? Or make another one when you have time?"

Chen Jianjun nodded: "Let him make another one, and then replace it secretly."

Zhou Qing agreed with a smile, and the couple walked into the bedroom together and read books in the room. The difference was that Zhou Qing was reading a picture book with few words, while Chen Jianjun was reading the classical novel "Zizhi Tongjian".

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

"Who is it?" Chen Jianjun stood up and opened the door.

"Dad, Daguo cut some watermelon and asked me to bring it over." Chen Li happily boasted at the door, "What a sweet and big watermelon."

Chen Jianjun was stunned for a moment, opened the door, let his daughter in, looked at the plate of watermelon she brought in, and asked in confusion: "It's already mid-October, where did the watermelon come from?"

Chen Hao entered the old man's room carrying a plate of watermelon and asked the same curious question.

"Dad, you're so stupid, I told you, it's from the big pot!"

Chen Li smiled and carried the plate to the middle table where her parents were sitting. She put the plate on the table and gave a piece to her mother first. Then she sat down where her father had just sat and skillfully picked up a piece of watermelon and put it into her mouth.

Chen Jianjun closed the door, walked over with a smile, pulled out a stool, and sat on the wall facing the table.

"You're the big pot, no, where did your big brother get his watermelon?"

Chen Li was eating enthusiastically. When she heard this, she paused and raised her head and said, "I took it out of the bag."

Chen Jianjun was speechless. This answer was so correct.

"Forget it, it probably came out of the glass house."

(At that time, there were no film greenhouses, and off-season vegetables and fruits were all grown in glass houses, which was extremely expensive)

"Dad, don't you like watermelon?" Chen Li asked happily, blinking.

Chen Jianjun picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

"Mm, it tastes sweet indeed."

Zhou Qing also liked it, and ate a piece with her daughter, but Chen Li ate most of it. Seeing her father holding a book, she couldn't help but act like a spoiled child: "Dad, tell me a story!"

"Journey to the West?"

"Brother Bayi told me the story, and now I know that Monkey King went to heaven and became the Buddha!"

"It's not the Buddha, it's the Fighting Buddha!" ​​Chen Jianjun corrected with a smile.

“It’s the Buddha!”

Chen Li glared at her father angrily, raised her hands fiercely, and said, "Of course it's the Buddha. Even Tathagata Buddha couldn't beat him. He peed on my hand!"

"Uh..." The book Chen Jiajun was holding was shaking a little, and he really wanted to pick it up and show his daughter what to do.

Look, Monkey King was almost crushed to death by Tathagata!

"Okay, you have the final say!"

When the big soldier Chen Jianjun met the small soldier Chen Li, he had no choice but to admit defeat.

Zhou Qing next to him couldn't help laughing.

"Dad, what is this thick book of yours about?" Chen Li asked curiously.

Chen Jianjun watched his lovely daughter eating watermelon while reading the thick book in his hand, and couldn't help but teasingly concluded: "This is, um, Sima Gang... This guy who was rumored to have smashed a jar to save people when he was a child was forced by Wang Anshi to write books in the cellar for more than ten years. He is a little mentally abnormal, and his book is also a little abnormal!"

"Dad, what's abnormal?" Chen Li listened to Chen Feng very much and asked when she didn't understand.

Chen Jianjun thought for a few seconds and gave an example to illustrate: "This book only stands on the side of the rich and powerful, er, the rich and powerful, and ignores the existence of the people. It simply calls the pandemic a major epidemic, disdains prevention and control measures, and does not write about prevention methods."

(In fact, it was Sima Gang who really couldn’t do anything. He was really bad at everything in history. He fought wars, suffered disastrous defeats, and relied on conservatives in politics. He was one of those people who was used to being an imperial censor and rose to power without doing any real work. He could only talk nonsense.

Just like Zhang Zhidong, the leader of the Qingliu movement in the late Qing Dynasty, who established the Hanyang Iron Works, he bought British equipment that was not compatible with the Daye Iron Mine and coking coal, and built the factory in Hanyang just to see it for himself... the iron ore had to be transported hundreds of miles extra)

"The title of the book is Zizhi Tongjian, which is a remonstrance for the emperor. It is a dog meat under the guise of a sheep meat."

Chen Li was completely confused. How could she understand these complicated principles, even though her father had explained them as simply as possible.

"I don't understand, but I like to eat mutton. Dogs are so cute, how can you sell dog meat?"

Chen Jianjun smiled and nodded: "Yes, we don't eat dog meat!"

"Yeah, we eat mutton and watermelon at home!" said the little foodie happily, eating non-stop.