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

"Dad, I'm going to the supply and marketing cooperative." Chen Jianjun came out wearing a fur coat and said to Chen Feng and Chen Hao who were standing on the road in the middle of the yard, "You two should stop here. It's winter now and sweating can easily catch a cold."

The Chen family's yard was originally planned to be demolished to build a pond, but the construction was never completed and it became a football field for children such as Chen Li.

The old lady wanted to eat some more vegetables, but was stopped by Chen Feng.

He plans to wait until next spring to "transplant" a batch of fruit trees, such as persimmon trees, apple trees, pear trees, etc., which are all types of fruit trees that can grow in Sijiu City.

"We're about to eat, why are you going to the supply and marketing cooperative now?" The old man let go of the little girl's hand, turned his head and asked.

"Ask for leave!" Chen Jianjun replied, "I have to apply for a birth certificate for my child today, so I have to ask for leave. I called the person on duty in advance and asked him to ask for leave for me."

The old man finally came to his senses.

People of Chen Jianjun's generation did not need to apply for birth certificates. When it came to Chen Feng and his generation, it was handled by Chen Jianguo who worked at the Jiefangkou Police Station, so no one else had to worry about it.

Now that Chen Jianguo is not at home, of course Chen Jianjun has to handle it himself.

In fact, he could ask Sha Zhu to help him ask for leave, but Sha Zhu also has to take his child to the hospital today, so he probably asked someone else to help him ask for a temporary leave.

"Okay, go early and come back early."

Chen Li's eyes rolled, and she quickly ignored the old man and ran over enthusiastically.

"Dad, I'll go with you."

Chen Jianjun smiled and said, "Lily, I only have enough money for a phone call."

"Dad, I have money. Daguo gave me a lot of money!" Chen Li was very proud.

Chen Feng would usually give the little girl small coins of one or two cents. The amount was too small and he looked down on it, so he simply gave it to the little girl to buy popsicles or vegetable buns for himself after school.

But he didn't expect that the little foodie would follow Zhu Lin and eat and drink for free, forcing him to compensate the Zhu sisters in other ways.

After a few months, the little girl, who had become a pauper, had a lot of coins again.

"Okay, let's go. I'll buy the things and you pay." Chen Jianjun smiled and took his daughter's hand and went out.

The supply and marketing cooperative usually opens at nine o'clock, but some people sleep in the small warehouse at night.

There was a housing shortage in Beijing, and many people were crowded into public dormitories. The dormitory of the Nanluoguxiang Supply and Marketing Cooperative was inside a warehouse.

It’s not bad, at least I don’t have to think about finding a house to rent.

"Haozi, your knife skills are still a little slow. You need to practice more." Chen Feng let his younger brother go. However, after just a few minutes, Chen Hao was already sweating profusely.

Sparring is the most intense form of fighting, which is similar to sprinting at 15 kilometers per hour. It consumes the most endurance, and most people cannot last more than a few dozen seconds.

"Brother, you were too fast, abnormally fast!" Chen Hao touched the impact marks on his arms and chest, grimacing in pain.

Fatty Wang has always been a talkative and naughty person. He couldn't help but poke Chen Hao's arm with two fingers together, and said with a smile: "Haozi, no, you're crying out in pain after just a few hits. When we fight the Japanese devils together in the future, you'll probably fall behind halfway."

"Fizz!"

There were already some bruises on Chen Hao's arm, and it felt so painful after being poked like that.

"Fatty, let's fight!"

"I'm afraid of you!"

Fatty Wang was very tough on the outside, but he knew very well in his heart that if he fought alone with guns, the odds would be 20-80, with him winning 80 and Chen Hao winning 20-25.

But if you use a knife, you will basically lose within thirty moves.

The Chen family laid the foundation here. How could he, who had only learned swordplay for less than a year, beat Chen Hao, who had practiced for several years?

"After school this afternoon, let's go outside the city to have a shooting competition!"

"Go to hell, what's the point of using a gun!" Chen Hao is not stupid either.

"Hey, who still uses a knife to kill people nowadays? You're stupid!" Fatty Wang was somewhat disdainful and laughed, "Only idiots use knives when they can use guns."

Chen Hao put the knife into the sheath and said contemptuously: "If you have the guts, tell this to the beautiful master."

"The Zhang family uses knives because of tradition. Also, in many places, guns may not be as useful as knives. For example, in a crowd, with enemies and relatives and friends mixed in front of you, it is easy to accidentally injure someone with a gun, so it is more convenient to use a knife."

The old man sat on the chair and said: "Of course, it is better to use guns in most cases, but you can't lose your sword skills. Just like fighting, you can use it, but you can't do without it."

"I know, Grandpa!"

The two boys said together.

"Crazy man, where is your father?" Sha Zhu walked in with a swagger.

"Go to the supply and marketing cooperative and call to ask for leave." Chen Feng took the ice out of the pool, crushed it and threw it into the ditch. He had to crush it because the children in the nearby yards liked to run over and eat the ice in the pool.

The little ones thought the water in the pool was very clean, and the ice was naturally clean as well and edible.

Unlike the water in the lake, it doesn't look clean.

This kind of thing is very common, especially among children in the countryside. They don't know anything about hygiene, and their parents don't know anything about it either, so they all like to eat snow.

Fortunately, the snow in this era is relatively clean, unlike the serious air pollution in the future, where the snowflakes are filled with acid and alkaline pollutant particles.

"Ah, he also wants to take a leave?" Sha Zhu asked in surprise.

"What you said makes sense. You can take a leave, but my father can't?" Chen Feng glanced at him sideways, his tone was not very friendly.

Sha Zhu quickly admitted his mistake and said, "No, I didn't. I just didn't expect to bump into each other. I was thinking about your father asking for leave for me. He has a good reputation with Director Niu. If he asks for it, maybe he won't have to deduct my salary."

"Go to hell, go find someone else." Chen Feng reminded with a smile, "Be careful, it's too late. The higher-ups won't have time to transfer a cook to replace you. If you let them do the work, we can have one or two fewer workers, but without a chef, what will everyone eat?"

"Hehe, that's right, I'm not bragging, without me in the East China University cafeteria, no one can eat!"

Shazhu showed off.

The old chef of the Dongda canteen of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill is retiring recently, and this month the chef position has been handed over to Sha Zhu. From now on, Sha Zhu will be considered the top figure in the logistics department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill!

"Get lost, you're just a chef. If you have what it takes, you can become the canteen director of the East China University Canteen!"

The old man couldn't stand Sha Zhu, even though Sha Zhu was very respectful to him.

"Hey, come on, old man, bye!"

Sha Zhu went to find someone for help, and Chen Li came back happily with some popsicles.

"You're buying popsicles again in the middle of winter?" Chen Feng smiled and pinched his sister's smiling face, then took the popsicle she gave him.

"It's cool and delicious." Chen Li said happily, and gave the other few in her hand to Chen Hao and the others.

The old man and others don’t eat, so there’s no need to ask.

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