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

"this."

The two old men looked at each other and decided to listen to Chen Feng's suggestion.

The main reason is that they are a little worried. Now the commune has not confiscated the pigs raised by everyone due to various pressures, but it is hard to say what the situation will be in the future.

The wind changes at any time!

The policy changes are not as fast as Trump's, but there is indeed no way to control it.

In later generations, there was also the incident of the Eight Kings of Wenzhou!

“It’s snowing! It’s snowing!”

Just as Chen Feng was about to go check on the piglets that were still nursing (lasting 1-2 weeks), he heard the cheers of children outside.

It’s snowing again!

The sun disappeared and the sky was covered with dark clouds.

"I wanted to go back tomorrow, but it looks like it won't be possible." Chen Feng went out and looked up at the sky, judging the cloud layer and estimated that it might snow heavily.

After the first snow in late October, the weather was sunny for two or three weeks, but the temperature got colder day by day.

"If you don't want to go back, just stay here for the winter. Grandma will make delicious food for you."

"Old man, light the stove quickly."

"I'm here to help!"

The Zhou family also had a fireplace, which was made of a gasoline barrel. It was not known whether it was sent by Principal Jiang’s transport team leader.

The text above has long been blurred, and if it is in English, it is difficult to tell whether it is for American military logistics or British military logistics.

It is easy to start a fire. People in the countryside use shrubs, leaves, straw, etc., which are all easy to burn.

After more than ten minutes, when the 'stove' was ready, the two cousins ​​came back and brought a lot of river plants.

"cousin!"

The two little cousins ​​were very surprised.

Chen Feng smiled and nodded: "Well, you have grown a lot taller."

"hey-hey!"

The two men giggled for a while, put the sacks of water plants in their hands on a wooden board, and chopped them up skillfully with a knife.

Chen Feng took out the picture book from his pocket and took out four frozen pears and put them in a bowl, waiting for them to thaw. Zhou Jing and his wife would be back soon.

"Cousin, let me tell you, the little wild boar you brought is amazing. It gave birth to more than a dozen piglets at once. It's several times more amazing than my father!"

Chen Feng was laughing at first, but when he heard the next sentence, he felt a little amused and helpless.

Isn't this just calling your parents worse than pigs?

"Ahem, Dinghai, shut up!"

Zhou Dinghai deserved the beating and couldn't escape. Zhou Jing came back on a bicycle with his wife.

Recently, the village committee has also started literacy classes. After school, adults can attend the classes. Although they are only half an hour long, they can learn simple words and mathematics.

Otherwise, no one would even be able to write their own names.

"Dad, I'm not wrong. You're not as good as her. The sow gave birth to twelve puppies." Zhou Dinghai didn't notice that his father's eyes already showed the urge to sacrifice his own son for the sake of justice!

"Dinghai, you can't compare humans and pigs. When I say you are smarter than dogs, do you think I am scolding you or praising you?" Chen Feng kindly helped his little cousin.

Zhou Dinghai is not really stupid. Besides, his father’s gaze is very similar to the kitchen knife in his hand.

"Okay, I get it now."

"Dad, I was wrong. I didn't mean to call you worse than a pig."

Chen Feng couldn't bear to watch it any longer. This little cousin was pulled up by him, but he still jumped down on his own initiative. How could he save him?

Sun Nan?

"Give me your skin, and I'll show you how I'll deal with you tonight."

His son was doing something important, so Zhou Jing thought he should wait until he finished, otherwise he would be the one to suffer.

"Haha!" Zhou Fubo couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zhou Dinghai lowered his head and rolled his eyes at his brother.

Zhou Jing looked at his eldest son laughing and said angrily, "Big brother, so too, don't run away!"

"Ah, why, Dad?" Zhou Fubao said aggrievedly.

"You are brothers, you should share happiness and hard times. How can you just stand by and watch your brother get beaten?" Zhou Jing refuted reasonably.

After saying this, I felt a little guilty.

Zhou Jing added: "As an older brother, you have not taught your younger brother well, so of course you should be punished."

Chen Feng was smiling on the side.

He hadn't been here for a long time, and he wanted to eat grilled small yellow croaker and other seafood. He ran to the cupboard to find the ingredients and helped his grandma and aunt make dinner.

Looking at the various ingredients on the stove, the two cousins ​​couldn't help swallowing.

Apparently, it's Chinese New Year again tonight!

For a moment, they all forgot that there was a fatherly iron fist waiting for them. It was a typical "Chen Li" syndrome, who would rather eat than live, and would rather eat meat than beating.

"Cousin, what are you doing with this pen?"

The pen fish, also known as the small squid, is named because of its soft body, which is similar to the body of a brush.

When Chen Feng came to the village before, there were lots of fish but not many squids.

Zhou Jing knew that Chen Feng loved to eat all kinds of exotic seafood instead of the fish he was tired of eating, so when the commune distributed seafood benefits on November 11, he took priority to receive a batch of small squids, which had not yet been delivered to Sijiu City.

"Grilled squid, this thing tastes better when grilled!"

Chen Feng kind of misses the late-night barbecue restaurant!

"Hey, I think so too."

"Me too!"

The two cousins ​​laughed like pigs, which made my aunt, who was cooking, laugh and scold: "What do you think? You haven't eaten it before."

"Mom, anything baked by my cousin is delicious!" Zhou Fubo flattered his cousin hard.

"Correct!"

Zhou Dinghai added: "Roasted meat is much better than boiled meat, especially when it's roasted by my cousin. It's better than the big restaurants in the city, and better than roast duck!"

"Of course it does. How can barbecue not taste good if you put so much oil in it?" Grandma was lighting the fire, feeling a little sorry for the oil.

But my aunt thought of the roast duck that her two sons had bought, and she felt a sudden cramp in her heart.

It costs several dollars!

All of it was spent by two prodigal sons!

Chen Feng smiled and continued to pierce the flesh with the steel needle he took out from his backpack. His family members were used to him taking out all kinds of magical things from his backpack, so they probably wouldn't be shocked even if he took out a Siberian tiger skin.

Cooking rice in an iron pot nowadays is relatively slow as it does not have the good airtightness of the electric rice cookers of later generations. It takes more than half an hour depending on the amount of water. The more people there are, the slower it cooks.

Chen Feng, on the other hand, was grilling the meat, which was quickly heated up in front of the fire.

In order to avoid being burned black by firewood, he chose to control the grilling distance. In fact, the best tool is tin foil, and even a baking tray is not as good as this.

But there is no material.

"Send them to grandpa, grandma, uncle and your mother." Chen Feng grilled five skewers first, and the two cousins ​​could only wait for the next batch.

"I don't need it, Xiaofeng, eat it yourself." Grandpa sat by the stove and waved his hand with a smile.

Zhou Jing was reading the new comic book brought by Chen Feng.

"Here, give me a bunch. I'm hungry and the more I eat these frozen pears, the hungrier I get!" Zhou Jing said.

The grandfather was somewhat dissatisfied with his son's obsession with his grandson's picture books. He also wanted his son to bring honor to the family and become a "big official" like the director of a commune. How could he want him to "not do his job properly"?

"You're not hungry, you're just full and have nothing to do."