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

"Master, have you eaten yet? Have you eaten yet?"

Seeing the three middle-aged men grilling meat, Jixiang started shouting again, making Chen Feng's ears a little uncomfortable.

"I ate it, I ate it, don't shout anymore, you've already eaten it, haven't you?"

"No, no!"

"Haha, are you not full?" the middle-aged man asked with a laugh.

"Good luck to you, good luck to you!"

Chen Feng looked at Jixiang speechlessly. He was obviously very hungry and had eaten a lot of barbecue, grapes and peaches. He seemed to be planning to go directly to his new owner.

Fortunately, this guy was quite smart and shouted very loudly, but he didn't actually fly over.

Otherwise, Chen Feng doesn't mind teaching it how to make a bird!

"It must have been very hungry in the mountains before. Today, it met me and ate several ounces of meat and some fruits. It's like a starving ghost reincarnated. We can't feed it anymore, otherwise, it will really die of overeating."

"Starving ghost, starving ghost!"

The little parrot spread its wings and chirped even more happily.

"Ah, you didn't raise him?"

The young man looked up at Jixiang many times, unable to hide his love for him, and said with envy.

"No, I encountered it about an hour and a half before you came. It might have seen the smoke from my fire, so it came to my house."

Chen Feng explained: "It must have had an owner before, but its owner probably couldn't afford to keep it, so he had to release it in the mountains."

"If you had come here earlier, maybe it would have come to you."

"Dad, I told you we should go down the mountain earlier." The young man couldn't help but complain.

Unlike the other relatively mature people present, he was actually only in his teens and grew up in a compound. He had a rather simple personality and it was the first time he had seen such an interesting bird.

Chen Feng smiled and said nothing.

He didn't think much of Xiao Jixiang at first, but seeing how smart it was, he didn't want to give it away.

If it can feed Jing Shui and improve his IQ, it is not impossible to hide in the house and accompany Chen Xing.

Of course, before that, we must first consider the policies and customs of the 49 cities!

If someone were to hold us accountable, would it be feasible to say that it was Chen Li's backup food - pheasant?

After all, the little pheasants raised by Chen Li actually look pretty good and are of similar size. It is hard to tell which one is better between their beautiful tails and the auspicious crowns on their heads.

"Little comrade, you are so lucky. We have been looking for a whole morning and haven't caught many pheasants, but you have a parrot that came to you on its own initiative."

The middle-aged man took a look at the snowflakes outside. The sleet at the beginning was falling rapidly and turned into heavy snow.

"Uncle wants a pheasant?"

Chen Feng grabbed the backpack at his feet, opened it and said, "I have a live one here. If you want it, I'll trade it with you."

"Okay!"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man who had been silent. The young man was stunned with the three pieces of fried noodles in his hand and was stared at speechlessly by the middle-aged man.

"Take something in exchange!"

"You don't seem to be smart at all, how could I have chosen you in the first place!"

His son muttered quietly, "Why did you always say that Brother Xie was smarter than me? How come he is not your son?"

The middle-aged man glared at his son unhappily.

This silly son!

Sure enough, sons are as smart as other people’s sons!

Chen Feng smiled and tied up the unfortunate pheasant that he had temporarily caught from the space and put into his backpack with a piece of scrap cloth and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"What do you want to exchange?" The middle-aged man pointed at the bills, money, pistols, bullets, etc. that his subordinates took out and said, "Meat tickets, cigarette tickets, wine tickets, which one do you choose?"

"Just the first-class cigarette ticket!"

"Row."

He must have lost money by exchanging a first-class cigarette ticket for a pheasant. In the black market, the price of first-class premium cigarette tickets has risen to more than several yuan, which is higher than the official market selling price of first-class cigarettes themselves!

Of course, the price of first-grade cigarettes on the black market has increased tenfold!

Use the first-class cigarette ticket plus a few cents to buy first-class cigarettes from the official source, then sell them on the black market, making several times the profit margin.

This is also the reason why many tickets are so expensive!

The first batch of middlemen in Sijiu City who have channels prefer to use the official price, combined with the supply tickets they bought, to purchase at a low price, and then resell on the black market.

What you get easily is half a month's salary for an ordinary worker.

But middle-aged people don't care.

After exchanging it for a first-class cigarette ticket, Chen Feng said goodbye with a smile.

"Uncle, the snow is light now, it's the best time to go down the mountain. I'll go down first, you guys eat slowly."

"Don't you want some?"

"No, I'm full!"

"I didn't eat, I didn't eat!" Jixiang shouted anxiously, but he didn't let go of Chen Feng's shoulder.

"Idiot, are you going to starve yourself to death?" Chen Feng scolded with a smile.

"Idiot, idiot!" the little parrot cursed.

"Hahaha!"

The three people who were grilling couldn't help laughing at the same time.

This is the first time I have seen such a greedy parrot.

"Comrade, is this the mountain road?" the middle-aged man asked. "We have gone around several mountains, and it would take too much time to go back the same way. If we go south from here, is it the old military passage used during the Republic of China?"

Chen Feng replied: "I don't know if it's the old military road from the Republic of China, but there's only one road in the area that can accommodate cars for more than ten miles. I guess it's the road you're talking about."

"Ha, that's right." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Thank you, we will also go down this mountain road later, so we don't have to go through the forest."

"Do you have a car?" Chen Feng asked, "If I run into you when I go down, I can tell your driver to drive over."

"Yes, it should be at the south intersection. If you encounter it, please let us know. The license plate is XXXXX."

The two sides said goodbye and Chen Feng went down the mountain road.

When we got to the foot of the mountain, we cut down a few trees, removed the branches, leaving the trunks, and cut them into two-meter sections, which we loaded into the carriage.

As for the little parrot, it was thrown directly into the space.

After driving along the mountain road for a distance, we came across a military vehicle parked on the side of the road. The driver was eating fried noodles. This kind of fried noodles is similar to the instant noodles of later generations. They are fried and stored and can be eaten as dry food.

During the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, our soldiers ate nothing but fried noodles and snow, fighting against the United Nations troops who were eating canned beef and drinking cola and soda.

In order to supply the front line, everyone fried noodles for 50 years, men, women, young and old, every household, even the Prime Minister did it himself.

"Are you waiting for the three uncles?"

"Um, who are you?" the driver asked, putting down the fried noodles.

Chen Feng threw him half a pack of cigarettes and said, "It doesn't matter who I am. I met three people on the mountain. One of them was an uncle with military buttons on the leather lining. He gave me the license plate number."

"If you drive five miles from here to that side, you can probably wait for them to come down the mountain."

"Will you miss it?" The driver was a little worried.

"No, they said that if we want to go down that mountain road, there is only one way up and down the mountain, unless we go through the woods."