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

The little incident on the road passed quickly, and Chen Feng, who had obtained a pot of gasoline that they had saved, continued to drive along the roadside, actively avoiding military vehicles that were heading to Sijiu City, or possibly to the northern border.

Before he succeeded in growing mushrooms, Maozi was very domineering.

Sejong, who liked to grow corn, openly said that he wanted to grow a lot of mushrooms here. Fortunately, there were many rational people around him who had experienced World War II.

Yes, yes, yes, you have a loud voice, you are right.

The Rabbits are "easy to fight". The UN forces on the small peninsula lost hundreds of thousands of lives. If they lose tens of millions, they might be able to succeed.

But how does it end?

With a border stretching for tens of thousands of miles and an enormous strategic territorial space, it is easy to grow a few mushrooms, and then what?

If there is no way to destroy the entire race, then just wait for the indefinite revenge of hundreds of millions of people!

This is not just a small Gaza!

The rabbit that everyone has a gun at home, the martial ethics are really terrifying!

In the midst of such wild thoughts, Chen Feng arrived at Zhoujia Village Committee.

"Comrade Xiao Chen is here!"

Before we stopped the car, a group of children ran over to watch the fun, and a few old ladies standing on the small stone square in front of the village committee's tile-roofed house took the initiative to say hello.

Chen Feng didn't know them, but he still smiled and bowed politely.

"Well, I saved half a bag of rice at home, and my father asked me to bring it to grandpa."

A few aunties and a group of children were envious, but not jealous.

This year's policy changes allowed them to each keep some rice.

"Well, Mr. Chen is still the best, he is worthy of being an old revolutionary. Unlike my wife, she is married and every time she comes back, she either brings fish or crabs, but never brings rice."

"It's all the same, but would you like your wife to give the rice from home to her parents' family?"

someone joked.

"Go away!" The old lady's face changed and she suddenly looked a little unhappy.

Chen Feng smiled secretly when he saw this. This was just like how people in the city would laugh at the small peasant mentality of the countryside, but would never say that the petty bourgeoisie in the city were shrewd and selfish.

"Uncle Zhou, your nephew is here again and brought a lot of rice and flour."

A clever kid helped run to the village committee to call for help.

After waiting for a few minutes, Zhou Jing came out.

"I'm counting the accounts, Xiaofeng, go back by yourself and don't worry about me and your cousin."

Chen Feng nodded and threw him a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes. After such a long time, he must have stopped smoking.

"Oh, Daqianmen, they smoke better than the secretary!" Several onlookers started to make a fuss.

Zhou Jing smiled and raised his hands to clasp his fists and said, "That's right. Every time my nephew brings in the good Sijiucheng cigarettes, most of them are given to the secretary and the director. I only get one or two at most."

"Ha ha!"

A group of people laughed, and they felt much better about Zhou Jing's unfortunate experience of having good cigarettes but being "forced" to give them away to others.

He was totally unaware that his words revealed his close relationship with the commune leaders.

"Goodbye uncle, goodbye everyone."

Driving a motorcycle into the village, Chen Feng was chased by a group of children guarding the village entrance. He greeted them with a smile and walked along the alley made of stone slabs to his grandfather's house.

The two old people were at home and were very happy about his arrival.

"Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"

Chen Feng smiled and shook his head: "I roasted a duck on the road at noon and ate a few frozen pears."

He didn't need to lift the bags of flour and rice, the two old people rushed to take them away. The grandmother held the lighter flour, and the old people didn't look at all strenuous in holding it.

The elderly people in the countryside are all very strong, but they also have to accept their age.

The real reason was that Chen Feng came over regularly and replaced the Zhou family's water tanks with well water, restoring the vitality of their body cells.

According to scientific theory, humans could have lived for 150 years!

People in their fifties and sixties only have one-third of that.

"Has your mother given birth yet?"

Grandma was very concerned about this, and grandpa also turned around and looked at him without moving.

Chen Feng smiled awkwardly: "Not yet, soon."

"Why does it feel so slow!" the two old men said anxiously at the same time.

Just like the two old people in the family, they can’t wait to have a child this month and another one next month. People in later generations cannot understand or imagine this desire for the family bloodline to continue to grow!

"Grandma, these are frozen pears. They need to be kept in ice, otherwise they will melt when thawed. I'll go to the reservoir to find some ice."

"It's probably very thin now," said grandpa.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "It's not considered thin if it's a few centimeters thick."

The weather in the north is extremely cold in November. Even when the sun is out, the daytime temperature is generally between 1-11 degrees Celsius. Sometimes the ice has not melted by the evening, and the reservoir freezes again at night, accumulating a lot of thick ice.

The ice rink is formed by freezing day by day.

In the south, this situation only occurs occasionally a few days after the Great Cold, and it is impossible to form an ice skating environment with a depth of more than 15 centimeters.

"Brother Chen!"

A group of children from Zhoujiagou came running over.

"What's the matter?" Chen Feng came out and asked curiously, holding a wicker basket in his hand, which he was going to use to store ice.

The frozen pear had just been released from its sealed state in space and placed in a relatively warm backpack, so it could last for a while.

"Do you need firewood? We can help you collect dry firewood!" Zhou Min, the child of a martyr, stood up and said shyly.

Chen Feng was stunned for a second, then smiled and said, "I don't have any candy for you today."

Of course he did, but he was afraid that developing appetites in these children would be detrimental to their growth.

Zhou Min was too embarrassed to smile and said, "No candy, the adults said that we can eat pork in our village this year, this is all brought by big brother!"

Chen Feng was stunned for several seconds. He really didn't expect that these Zhou people would credit him for this incident and never forget it. They even told their children to remember it.

After all, the pigs were bought by the old patriarch through matchmaking, and then they raised them themselves.

He just came up with an idea!

"Yes, my pig is the fattest. Dad said I can eat dumplings this year."

"No, my pig is the fattest. Mom said that a PLA soldier is willing to pay 1,000 yuan to buy my pig. Haha, my family will be rich soon. I want to buy a bicycle too, the same one as Uncle Zhou's!"

"No way, your mother is crazy to buy you a car."

A few honest children who originally came to repay their gratitude started arguing instead.

Chen Feng couldn't help laughing. Other villages didn't dare to raise pigs now, but Zhoujiagou was brave enough to raise several pigs. Even if they sold most of them, they could still let their children eat some meat.

"Stop arguing. It's a good thing to be able to eat pork, but don't make a fuss about it. Go back and tell your mother that it's best to follow the tribe leader's instructions on how to deal with the pork."

This sentence is actually nonsense.

Given the prestige of the Zhou family's old patriarch, the sale of these pigs must be decided by him.

Chen Feng did not want to say too much, as the old patriarch's social skills were far more sophisticated than those of a later generation soul like him.

Perhaps in terms of knowledge, vision, and science, the old patriarch is not as good as him, but in terms of being a human being, the old patriarch is the one who understands people's hearts.

"Big brother, do you want to go fishing?"

"No, I'm going to the reservoir to collect ice."

"We help you!"

With the help of a group of children, Chen Feng quickly filled a basket of ice. The children used stones to knock on the ice, and although they didn't knock out many pieces, Chen Feng had scooped up enough.

But he still got a reward from Chen Feng - a piece of frozen pear.

"Put it in a bowl when you get home, wait for it to melt, and then you can eat it directly."

Chen Feng smiled and divided the remaining halves of the frozen pear into pieces. It was because he was very strong, otherwise an ordinary person would not have the strength to split the frozen pear in two.