1983Fishing and Farming between Mountains and Seas

Chapter 408 Snow Egret Hotel

Liang's mother had a great harvest today. She went into the house carrying a few bottles of spoils. No one knew what she was going to do with those bottles of wine.

When Liang Zifeng saw his mother walking away, he stepped forward and looked at his father, saying:

"Dad, listen to me. For your stomach, you can't just stop drinking alcohol. There's one more thing you have to consider giving up!"

"Your mother has taken away all the wine, so why should I give up? Apart from those two sips of health wine, I have nothing else to give up." Seeing several bottles of precious wine being taken away, Liang's father's face was full of frustration and annoyance, "Do you want me to give up eating too?!"

"You can give up some of your meals, you have a point," Liang Zifeng unexpectedly agreed, "Eat more noodles instead. Noodles are alkaline and really good for your stomach!"

“……” Father Liang almost choked to death in the open space, his eyes were bulging out.

At this moment, he was probably reflecting deeply on whether his decision to support Afeng to go to college was a wrong step from the beginning?
But he reflected too early. The following is the real point that Liang Zifeng wants to say:

"Dad, I wanted to tell you the first day I came back from summer vacation. You always smoked that big bamboo tube. Your stomach problems are mostly caused by the few sips of wine every day, but you don't drink a lot, so it shouldn't be the main reason. The main reason for your stomach problems is smoking!"

"What the hell?!" Liang's father scratched his ears subconsciously, as if he had heard something out of the ordinary. "Smoking hurts the stomach? I only know that smoking hurts the lungs and causes coughs, but you don't even understand what leads to what. Hurry up, I think you should not go to school next semester!"

This time, not only Liang's father, but even Liang Tiancheng came over and listened to it. He couldn't stand it anymore and quickly pulled Liang Zifeng's sleeve:
"A Feng, stomach problems are stomach problems. You can't talk nonsense about smoking. Stop talking about it now. If you keep talking, Dad will beat you up!"

Liang Zifeng became anxious when he saw that no one believed him:

"Why would I lie to you? Nicotine in cigarettes is an important cause of gastritis and gastric ulcers. You just think that alcohol hurts the stomach, but in fact, medically speaking, cigarettes are no less harmful to the stomach than alcohol!"

Liang Ziqiang was also confused for a moment when he heard this. But he had been exposed to much more information in his later life, so he tried hard to recall it and seemed to have some impression that he had heard someone say this.

It was just that he had heard it in his previous life, but it went in one ear and out the other, and he didn't remember it. It was not until now that my younger brother emphasized it so seriously that he vaguely remembered that he had a slight impression of it.

"Dad, Afeng is not the kind of person who would lie, and there is no need for him to joke with you about this matter. Otherwise, you should listen to him and smoke less to avoid worsening of your stomach problems?" Liang Ziqiang quickly supported Afeng and stepped forward to persuade his father.

"What are you doing today? You are so rebellious! You might as well let me give up eating!"

Father Liang glared at this one and that one. Now he was reflecting that giving birth to these two guys, Aqiang and Afeng, was a mistake from the very beginning!

Are you kidding? Asking him to quit playing with bamboo tubes is like asking him to kill himself.
He wasn't addicted to alcohol anyway, so we could still discuss it. Quitting smoking? No way!

Once Liang's father became stubborn, Aqiang and Afeng were helpless.

"Dad, doesn't the county hospital have barium meal? How about asking the county hospital to issue a referral certificate, and we can go to the city hospital to do a barium meal examination to find out the situation in the stomach?" Liang Zifeng changed his mind and gave another suggestion.

(Note: Barium meal was available in larger hospitals in the 1960s and 1970s. At that time, large hospitals mainly used barium meal to examine the stomach, and rarely used gastroscopy, and the gastroscopy at that time had great limitations.)
"What meal? Aren't you just looking for trouble? Why would the county hospital give you a referral certificate for no reason?" Liang's father glared at A Feng. "Besides, I'm fine, nothing's wrong!"

In fact, what Liang's father said was true. In this era, the higher the hospital, the harder it is to get an appointment. Resources are much more scarce than in later times. Unless a county-level hospital is willing to issue a "referral certificate", it is impossible to go directly to a city-level hospital.

Liang Zifeng was really worried about his father's health, so he specifically told his father a lot of details to pay attention to in life. In any case, his advice was much more detailed than that of the doctor at the county hospital.

Soon it was August again. A small typhoon came in early August and the entire fleet stayed at home.

Listening to the whistling wind outside the house, Liang Ziqiang suddenly remembered for some reason this time last year when the seawall of Xianggu Village was washed away and Deng Zhaocai jumped into the water to rescue Yao Yanlei.

As the roar of the typhoon once again hovers over the rooftops this year, I wonder where Ah Cai and Yan Zi are in Shenpeng City, and whether they are doing well?
Fortunately, this typhoon did not cause any danger to any village.

After the minor typhoon, Liang Ziqiang began to lead his fleet to the deep sea to continue fishing. By mid-August, he had accumulated more than 8 yuan.

Now, with three boats, after deducting all expenses, the profit of each trip is about 5,000. Although it is not as good as the "wintering fishery", the speed of saving money is also extraordinary.

He had already deposited the July fund into CCB, and now he decided to deposit the remaining 7 yuan into ICBC.

After parking the lotus boat at the "Binzhou Port" in the Binzhou District, he went ashore and walked to the bank.

ICBC is not very close to Binzhou Port. As he walked along, he found something wrong with his lower abdomen.

I don’t know what I ate wrong, but I feel like I’m going to have diarrhea.

This is really a headache. It's not like later times, where you can find public toilets on the roadside. If you need to urinate, it's easier, but if you have diarrhea, you have to find a toilet!
Standing on the street and looking around, I couldn't see any public toilets, at least within my field of vision.

However, there was a seven or eight-story building that suddenly caught my eye.

Even in the city, seven- or eight-story buildings are not common nowadays. This building is obviously much taller than the surrounding houses.

What is even more eye-catching is that the building is angular as a whole, but the upper part is disc-shaped. It is not very beautiful, but it has a unique sense of shape in this era.

Near the top of the building, a few large characters are very eye-catching:

"Snowy Egret Hotel".

In fact, he had noticed this rather eye-catching hotel on his way to ICBC before.

At that time, a thought popped into my mind: this hotel is clearly imitating the famous "Snow Swan Hotel", even the name is so obvious.

The Snow Swan Hotel is built in the provincial capital and is more than 20 stories high. It is not only a first-class hotel in the province, but also the first in the country to bring modern hotel service standards to the mainland.

The "Snow Egret Hotel" in front of us is only 8 stories high, much shorter than the Swan Hotel. But Yanghai City is not a provincial capital after all, and having such an imitator is already one of the beautiful scenery on the street.

He also heard that the service at the Snow Egret Hotel was excellent and its hospitality was far beyond that of old-fashioned guest houses and inns.

In a hotel like this, passers-by won't be chased away if they go in to use the restroom, right?

In such a hurry, he couldn't think too much. He endured the discomfort in his abdomen and quickened his pace to walk towards the hotel.

When I arrived at the door and looked inside, I saw that it was indeed decorated quite luxuriously. There were also two "doormen" dressed in maroon clothes at the door, who bowed to greet, welcome, or see off the customers coming in and out.

This scene is not uncommon in front of the hotel in later generations, but it is very rare in this era. Liang Ziqiang only felt that although this hotel was a copycat, it was still very attentive and serious in imitating.

It can be seen that Snow Egret Hotel is trying its best to emulate the hardware and service awareness of Swan Hotel.

At this moment, Liang Ziqiang was carrying two buckets, and from head to toe he looked like a country boy coming to the city. It was really out of place for him to stand in front of a hotel like this.

But everyone has three urgent needs. He was really in a hurry, and he just hoped that the hotel would not despise his rustic appearance and refuse to let him in...

(End of this chapter)