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

Without a baking tray or tin foil, it is indeed a bit inconvenient to just roast over a fire.

It’s okay for small squids, as they are easy to cook. But if you want to grill fish, you can’t keep it too far away, as this will result in insufficient calories and it will not be cooked through.

But once you get close, you will inevitably be roasted black.

"Cousin, if you don't want to eat it, you can give it to me. I don't mind." Zhou Dinghai said very seriously, with a look on his face that showed "I'm thinking about you."

"Um, here you go. I'll go make some fried croaker."

"Cousin, make more, I'm so hungry!"

Zhou Dinghai held a black roasted Spanish mackerel needle in his hand with a smile on his face, and although the needle was still a little hot, he was about to put it into his bowl.

This type of knitting needle is not as good as the wooden sticks or small thin steel needles of later generations. It absorbs too much heat and does not dissipate enough heat. Even if the bottom is not directly touched, it is still a little hot (a bit like the end of a spatula that has been left in the pot for too long).

"Why do you eat so much? Leave it to me." Zhou Jing smiled and confiscated the black mackerel that his son had fought for.

Rural people don’t mind this kind of grilled fish full of oil. They can even enjoy grilled sparrows without oil.

"Dad, give me some." Zhou Fubao tried to please his father and poured him a bowl of water.

Eating barbecue can easily make your stomach dry. Without beer, cola or soda, you can only drink cold water.

So, each of the two sons got a side of the fish belly.

Let’s share the happiness!

After dinner, several people were warming themselves in front of the fire barrel in the kitchen. Four of them were reading picture books. Chen Feng took out the radio, but the signal was not very good. Even so, the two old people were still very happy listening to it.

If this happened in the mountains, you would probably only hear a squeaking sound.

"That shouldn't be the case. It's not far from Tianjin City."

Chen Feng didn't understand what was going on. Logically speaking, the signal in Sijiu City was not good, which was normal, but Tianjin was not far away, so why was it severely interfered with?

He didn't know that due to technological limitations, the signals received by radios today rely on vacuum tubes and have very limited performance.

Secondly, rain and snow will affect the signal, increase electromagnetic interference, and make the already unstable signal even more unstable.

There are no signal antennas laid on the ground now, and most civilian broadcasting signals are sent out from tall TV towers.

"It's okay. This is fine. As long as I can hear it, that's fine."

Grandpa said with great satisfaction that he felt his social status had become higher. This was something that no one in the village had. Even if he was the clan leader, he could only go to the village committee and take turns reading old newspapers with a group of people.

The level is raised several times in an instant!

"Ha, okay." Chen Feng gave up looking for the problem. Even if he found it, there was no way to correct it.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

There was a knock on the door.

Zhou Dinghai opened the door and found that it was the Thirteenth Uncle of the village.

Well, an old man who is only seven or eight years older than him!

He is bound to bear this loss!

"Master Thirteen, why are you coming to our house so late?"

The teenage boy smelled the aroma of barbecue and stuck his head in. He saw the midnight snacks grilling in the fire barrel and his throat rolled.

That's a pig's trotter!

He definitely couldn't have seen it wrong, because his nephew next door boasted about this pig every day, saying that he could eat pork for dozens of days during the Chinese New Year this year.

He also wondered if he could exchange the fish and shrimp for some pork, even if it was just a pig's trotter with the least meat and the most bones.

This is also a characteristic of the times. Pig's trotters and pork ribs are loss-making goods that no one likes to buy!

"Thirteen, come in and talk. Don't let the heat escape." Grandpa waved and smiled, and was very enthusiastic towards this young man.

Chen Feng knew this young man. He was among the young men who followed him to go fishing last time.

I vaguely remember that his name was Zhou Heiyu, but it was just a nickname, not the real name given by the old patriarch.

"Hello, third brother!"

"Hello, Third Sister-in-law!"

Chen Feng couldn't hold it in any longer.

Fortunately, he is not considered a real Zhoujiagou, and his name is not included in the Zhoujiagou genealogy, so naturally there is no need to judge by seniority.

"Have you eaten?"

"have eaten!"

The boy said he had eaten, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the grilled fish and meat.

There’s nothing I can do!

Although he grew up by the sea and had eaten grilled fish many times, grilled fish with or without oil are two completely different things; grilled meat and grilled fish are two completely different things.

"Come on, little blackie, have a pork skewer."

Chen Feng smiled and gave him a string of meat. There was no pork in the car when he set out, and there was no pork when he passed the village committee. But when he arrived at Zhou's house, there were dozens of kilograms of wild boar meat in the car.

"No, my dad said I can't eat food from my third brother's house, otherwise he will break my legs when I go back." Although the boy was eager, he did not take it.

Of course, the villagers knew that Zhou Jing's family relied on the Chen family, and they could get all kinds of good things from the city from their eldest nephew from time to time.

But they also know that these things are very expensive, and they all cost the Chen family's money. These things did not come from the wind, nor did they come from converting family power into cash!

Chen Jianjun and Chen Feng are not business geniuses who can earn a few small goals a year and become billionaires in seven years.

They also want to fish and hunt!

Therefore, most people envy Chen Feng's abilities, but they are not jealous of his achievements.

Maybe there were a few people from Nanluoguxiang who reported him, but most people recognized him, knew his abilities, and were convinced by him.

I earned it with my own ability, what's there to discuss?

"Don't be afraid. If your father dares to hit you, I will scold him tomorrow." Grandpa said calmly.

What's wrong with him being of a lower generation? But he is old. Elders in this land have really enjoyed privileges since ancient times. During the Qin and Han dynasties, they could even force the county magistrate to do things!

In a clan, people of higher seniority are actually just verbal titles. You can call them by their given name to give them face, or just call them by their name if you don’t want to give them face.

What is truly respected by everyone is the traditional Chinese moral ethics of respecting the elderly and loving the young.

This is one of the few Confucian civilizations worthy of praise, and it is also the inevitable result of the development of agricultural civilization, because only experienced old farmers could guide everyone in ancient times on when to sow, when to plant rice seedlings, when to harvest, etc.

"Hehe, Third Brother, then I'll eat it!"

"Eat it!"

The boy instantly reached out to take the barbecue and carefully put the top piece into his mouth.

After he finished eating, Zhou Jing asked, "Xiao Hei, why did you come to my house?"

Zhou Heiyu said embarrassedly: "Isn't it my grandfather's death anniversary in a few days? My father said that my grandfather wanted to smoke a good cigarette all his life, but he couldn't realize it even after he went to see the King of Hell."

"When I heard that your nephew was here, I knew you must have some good cigarettes, so I came to borrow one."

Zhou Jing was stunned, it seemed to be true.

Grandpa Zhou Heiyu had passed away for several years, and he almost forgot the open-minded old man who always liked to sing while knocking on the boat boards with his pipe when he was a child.

"Okay, I'll give you three."

Zhou Jing said with great pain.

He finished a pack of cigarettes in the afternoon, and only five were left. A group of smokers took advantage of the situation, tried moral blackmail, talked about love affairs, and treated people to meals and sent fish.