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

Chapter 836 A chance encounter on the road

After Qin Jingru was sent away, the yard returned to peace. Chen Feng checked the oil level and took some rice, flour and peanut oil from the space and cellar.

After saying goodbye to the old man and the others, he drove out on his motorcycle.

"It won't snow, will it?"

Only after he left did the old lady feel reluctant to let him go.

"No, it rained for so long a while ago, it should be sunny these few days, but I'm afraid the roads won't be dry yet, so it's still hard to walk on."

The old man listens to the weather forecast on the radio every day and is very familiar with the celestial phenomena.

"Okay then. Remember to bring the little girl back at noon. Remember to go early. If you go late, she will definitely eat with Zhu Lin and the others in the restaurant."

The old man smiled helplessly.

My three grandsons all have their own problems.

The eldest grandson is good in every way except that he is a little too arrogant. He looks down on this and hates that. We must know that politics is about mutual compromise.

Even a small Georgian shoemaker, at the peak of his power and prestige, had to endure the military decisions made on his own initiative by front-line generals such as Zhukov.

If you want to be in politics, you have to be confused in most situations.

Chen Feng knew it, but he just didn't want to endure it.

Needless to say, Chen Hao has no brains at all.

Chen Li is smart. The little girl also knows how to be patient and compromise, such as sharing her snacks with her friends instead of monopolizing them like most children.

But she is too greedy!

"We must teach Xiao Si well and make him a useful person!"

The old man was determined to train his eldest grandson to be a qualified political assistant.

Chen Feng didn't know what the old man was thinking. At the moment, he was on his way to Tianjin. Because of the sunny days for several days, the road was relatively flat.

But he could only walk to the side because military vehicles kept coming and going.

When you reach Langfang, the traffic becomes even more dense, and this road becomes a key hub for traveling south and north.

"Comrade, the sacks in your car are filled with rice, right? Can we buy some?"

Far away from Langfang city, when he stopped on the side of the road to urinate, the driver of a passing truck suddenly stopped and shouted.

Chen Feng was stunned. The current military discipline was not the same as during the period of fighting the Japanese invaders. There was no news about the army's rectification in the newspapers. That was because the army's rectification had never stopped!

"I'm not selling it, what can you offer in exchange?"

"Change?"

If the driver and the armed captain in the car were stunned, most of the things in their car were military supplies, which they could not take out for exchange. If they were missing any, they would lose their heads.

"This won't work. The things in our car won't work."

Chen Feng smiled and said, "I don't want guns or military supplies. I just want to ask, do you have any extra gasoline?"

Today's Jiefang trucks are not the 10-ton heavy trucks of the future and they still run on gasoline.

As for fuel like gasoline, driving speed, road conditions, etc. are all factors that cause excessive consumption.

"this···"

The two hesitated.

It's not that gasoline is not an option. Anyway, they came from the south this time and had a lot of gasoline. In order to save fuel, they always try to drive at a constant speed.

But gasoline is also an important military supply. Even if they save it carefully, it is still a military supply!

Chen Feng smiled and said, "I don't ask for much, just a pot of oil. In exchange, I will give you this bag of rice."

The captain didn't say anything, his eyes were hesitant.

Chen Feng gave each of them a cigarette and asked, "Where are you from? Of course, if it's a military secret, you don't have to tell me. My grandfather was a general, and I know the rules."

The driver smiled. He dared to speak because he recognized that the license plate belonged to the military!

Or it is some privileged unit in the military, carrying out unspeakable missions!

"It's not a secret. Even if I don't tell you, I don't believe you guys don't know about the disaster area in Henan."

Chen Feng immediately understood why they wanted to exchange food.

Even though they are the army, the whole country is tightening its belt and so are they. The garrison in Sijiu City even goes up the mountain to hunt every day.

This garrison, which was transferred there to prevent civil unrest in Henan, survived for two years on a diet of half substitute grains and half miscellaneous grains and wild vegetables.

There's nothing we can do, they are not Principal Jiang's army.

The victims are still eating substitute relief food. It is impossible for them to eat rice. Only children, the elderly, women and children are eligible.

"Thank you for your hard work over the past two years."

"Hey, what's so hard about this? The whole country is saving food. Compared with the disaster victims and villagers, we are already very lucky."

The driver touched the Zhonghua cigarette carefully, put it to his nose and smelled it for a long time, but he was reluctant to light it.

"From what you said, you're from the south?" Chen Feng asked with a smile.

"Yes, from Jiangxi." The driver smiled and said, "I haven't had a holiday in more than two years. I have been helping disaster victims, distributing relief food, and maintaining order to prevent idiots from taking advantage of the chaos to cause trouble."

Chen Feng had never thought about these things before, and the newspapers would not report what trouble the hungry victims would cause. All the peace was the result of someone silently bearing the consequences in the shadows.

You know, every major disaster in ancient China would inevitably lead to large-scale peasant uprisings.

There's nothing we can do. We're almost starving to death, so who would care about order or law?

When he saw the bag of rice in Chen Feng's car and noticed the rice leaking out of the small crack in the sack, he, a southern soldier who hadn't eaten rice for two years, really couldn't help but want to have a bowl of rice!

"It covers half of China's population and core economic regions, and affects hundreds of millions of people. In the end, it didn't turn into a mutiny. You guys really worked hard!"

"We are fine. The ones who are really working hard are Premier Zhou, who is begging various provinces to mobilize grain." The captain, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.

"It's a pity that the man named Wu was not shot, but was transferred to the old city." The driver was a little resentful.

Chen Feng didn't know who this was, but there was nothing he could do as there were so many people from Henan.

"Ahem, let's get back to the exchange."

There is no other way, we must unite and live in harmony!

"You want a pot, how big?"

"so small!"

The three people stood on the side of the road, gesturing, and soon nodded to each other.

When Chen Feng left, one-fifth of the rice in the bag was gone.

There are too many and they dare not accept them.

How they do it is none of his business.