My 1978 Hotel

Chapter 108: The reply letter is published in the newspaper, the number of letters from readers has increased exponentially, and the letter from the poetry magazine is the next

Waiting to go to work in the afternoon, the half-grown children were sent by the adults at home to inform relatives and friends to come to Hanjiaba to watch a movie in the evening. In addition to the discussions about the movie, there was also a banquet held at Li Feng's house at noon.

Many people regretted not going along to join in the fun. Even if they couldn't eat the meat, just looking at it and smelling the aroma was good. They also heard that the kids at the door were all getting meatballs. If adults had gone, they would probably have at least been given a couple of cigarettes.

"To be honest, this Li kid is really generous."

Several men carrying water spoke with envy. "An Yu, An You, An Tun, these guys are so good! They went home with two big bags of candy, towels, soap, and I heard even cigarettes."

"It's not good."

"I heard there are still a few pieces of chocolate. They say that only Shanghainese people can eat candy, and they are not sold outside."

The more the rumor spread, the more outrageous it became. Before the workers were even gone, chocolate was said to be something second only to magic pills. It was almost miraculous, and people started saying that it could cure all kinds of diseases.

"What the hell, how much is a piece of chocolate?"

"It can cure diseases. How did this get spread?"

Li Feng was at a loss for words. These people were so ignorant and yet they were masters of spreading lies. "Why don't you tell me it can cure cancer? Really? You think chocolate is something you just eat. Eating too much can make you fat and lower your IQ."

"It's such a good thing, but eating too much of it can be harmful?"

"Yeah, it's delicious."

"Eating too much meat can lead to obesity, high blood pressure, and high blood lipids." Li Feng put down his shovel and gave Wu Shengnan, Huang Xiaoli, and Wu Xiaofeng some health tips. "Eating too much of anything is not good for you."

Who says those who only eat meat or only eat vegetables are idiots? It's like saying the world only needs men, or only needs women. Anyone who says that is an idiot. A balanced diet is essential for everyone. Eating only one thing is foolish, and asking others to do the same is both stupid and evil.

The same applies to men and women, either they are stupid or bad like Niu Qiangdong.

"I didn't expect there's so much knowledge involved in eating."

“Life is full of learning.”

Li Feng wiped his hands. Digging was tiring, to say the least. He passed the work to Wu Shengnan, showing no mercy. He handed the shovel to her. She was quite strong, and there were two holes left for her to dig.

It's not easy to watch a movie. Pulling the curtain is not an easy job. You need to bury a few wooden sticks and bamboos, and pull ropes. There is no way to find a projectionist, who also has to pull the film and prepare the evening commentary, which is very slow.

Originally, he thought An You and the others would be willing to help, but Li Feng didn't let them. Building the house was more important. As for pulling the curtain, even if he couldn't finish it by himself, there would be plenty of free laborers to help later.

"Have a rest."

Seeing Wu Shengnan and the others had dug a pit, Li Feng carried a wooden stick over and placed it inside, filling it with dirt and rocks. He then invited them inside for tea and peanuts. "Finally, we're done. Comrade Xiaoli called Brother Yang inside to rest for a while."

"No, no, wait until I'm done with this."

Showing a movie isn't something you can just do. It's half technical and half physical, but compared to Li Feng being a writer, it's much easier. Just copy some articles, create a character, and you're a true master writer.

Li Feng is currently taking time out from work to write back to his readers. It doesn't matter if it's published in newspapers or magazines, as long as the payment is high, he's happy to be published in a magazine, or even on the "Top 100" list.

Huang Xiaoli and Wu Xiaofeng were amazed. This was incredible! Being in a newspaper or magazine was easier than going to the bathroom. "There's nothing we can do about it. He's just too talented."

"Li Youcai."

Wu Shengnan smiled. "Those guys in the county who called him arrogant and conceited are probably going to feel even worse now."

"Oh, why did the county call him arrogant and conceited?"

Wu Xiaofeng and Huang Xiaoli became interested. Wu Shengnan invited Li Feng to the county literary club to exchange ideas and learn from him, but was unreasonably rejected by Li Feng.

"I don't think Li Feng is wrong."

Wu Xiaofeng didn't think it was a big deal. "Think about it, a trip to the county town and back takes at least a day, and the Literary Hobby Club doesn't pay or provide food, so why do they make a famous writer travel back and forth, and even pay them to give them lectures and help them learn? It just doesn't make sense."

"Although I think mutual learning and communication are good things, after all, we are all literature enthusiasts, and more communication is always beneficial, but as you said, Xiaofeng, it's not so good for Li Feng to waste time and money traveling back and forth."

"Of course. They are still building their house and busy cooking. Instead of going to the county town to communicate with a group of literature lovers, they might as well go to work and earn some work points. They don't have to worry about offending people. In the county literature club, how many people are capable and talented enough to communicate with Li Feng? Their articles have been published in those magazines and newspapers, not to mention the first-class People's Literature, the second-rate Shanghai Wenhui Daily, Capital Yenching Literature, and even worse provincial literary newspapers and magazines. Have any of them been published?" Wu Xiaofeng curled her lips. Her words were very impolite.

"You can't say that. After all, he's just a literature enthusiast, not a writer."

Huang Xiaoli felt that Wu Xiaofeng's words were a bit too much. "Not everyone is Comrade Li Feng. Writing articles is easier than drinking water."

"Then there is no need for communication. Think about it, a talented genius and an ordinary amateur, what can they communicate about? It's like talking to a deaf person or playing the lute to a cow." My goodness, Li Feng listened to what Wu Xiaofeng said and really wanted to say that communication is actually possible. Food, accommodation and travel expenses are provided, and some writing fees are given. Not to mention exchanging literature, even body fluids are possible.

Literature mixed with body fluids is a romantic affair. Li Feng is not the one who simply gives advice to his fans. The problem is that they have to pay for it. Li Feng will not do empty talk and free labor. What kind of fan is he? He should make a contribution.

Or it could be Gou Zi. Li Feng is a very realistic person, but of course he can’t lose his personality. He is too busy and has no time.

"Cough cough cough."

Li Feng had already written a reply, tactfully telling these readers that they could publish in the newspaper, but the payment had to be high, no less, and of course it would be sent to him, no question about it. However, his words were very tactful. On the one hand, he wanted to save both the substance and the reputation, and on the other hand, he couldn't lose his reputation.

"Comrade Li Feng, do you think what I just said is correct?"

"Comrade Xiaofeng, you're going too far."

Li Feng said with a smile. "Actually, I'm just averagely talented. How can I be considered a genius? A true genius is someone who becomes a legend with just one book and wins countless Nobel Prizes in Literature."

"you are too humble."

"I told the truth."

Li Feng changed the subject, what county literature lovers club? It's more like a poor freeloader club, but Li Feng couldn't say it. The personality of a writer is very important. Even if everyone is greedy for money, they can't say it. Even if their butt is crooked, no one can see it, so they still have to save face.

"No more joking, I've written the letter. Please take it back with you when I get back." The reply letters were not long. It didn't take Li Feng long to finish writing them, and he put them in an envelope and handed it to Wu Xiaofeng.

"Do not worry."

Wu Xiaofeng took the letter and the money and put them in her bag. "When it's published in a newspaper or magazine, let us know so we can buy some."

"That's hard to say." The correspondence would probably take ten days or half a month. Besides, the proofreading and typesetting process at the magazine and newspaper office wasn't as fast as it is today, where computers were very fast. So far, Li Feng's only published articles have been in tabloids.

None of the other articles have been published yet. Although several of them have been finalized, the type has not arrived yet, which is quite worrying.

"I haven't seen the previous articles yet, so I'm afraid these ones won't be out until September or October at the earliest."

"This is really worrying."

As for Xia Fengzhu saying that we can see the book "Postpartum Care for Sows" next month, forget it. Now that the book is published, Li Feng feels embarrassed to give it to anyone. It would be embarrassing to give it to ordinary friends except those in the pig farm.

Just keep it for yourself, and when you publish a novel, give it to your friends. "Take your time, there's no rush."

"Yes, there's no rush for this."

Yang Ming walked in with a smile, and Li Feng hurriedly brought him a towel to wipe his hands. "It's just like filming a movie. You have to take your time. Slow work produces fine work. The same principle applies to writing articles, Brother Li, don't you agree?"

"No."

Li Feng poured a cup of tea and handed it to Yang Ming. "Hurry up and sit down. This article requires inspiration and accumulation. Once you have accumulated enough, inspiration will come and you can write a good article." Of course, Li Feng needed to complete the system tasks before he could write a good article.

Otherwise he really has no other choice, after all, the system is blocking him and he can't plagiarize at will.

"Alas, what we ordinary writers like you lack is probably this inspiration."

Yang Ming was quite envious of Li Feng. He was also a literature enthusiast, but unfortunately the articles he wrote were too bland. He submitted them several times but they were always rejected. So he simply gave up and only wrote occasionally as a hobby.

"I hope this can be turned into a novel and a movie sooner or later, Brother Li. I'm really looking forward to it."

"You're putting yourself in a difficult position."

Huang Xiaoli patted Yang Ming. He had the audacity to think like that, unafraid of upsetting Li Feng. After all, to get a movie made, the article had to be excellent. Li Feng didn't think so. A few days ago, filming a movie would have been incredibly difficult, but now it was different. With a year-end conference, the constraints had suddenly been lifted. It wouldn't be long before film production started booming, let alone getting a few good articles adapted into movies.

"Then I have to try my best. I must not let you down, Brother Yang." Although Li Feng was joking, it still surprised everyone. This man was confident. Even Wu Shengnan felt that Li Feng's joke was a bit too big.

"Then I'll be waiting."

Yang Ming actually wanted to show the movie adapted from Li Feng's article. When he went to a local movie theater to show the movie, he would have something to brag about. This was adapted from his good friend and brother Wen Zhang. Just thinking about this made Yang Ming excited.

"Don't make me wait too long."

"You, can you write such a good article in one go?"

Huang Xiaoli felt that Yang Ming was going too far and couldn't help but twist the soft flesh on Yang Ming's waist. Really, if he spoke nonsense like that, he wouldn't be afraid of really making Li Feng angry. There should be a limit to jokes.

"Then I'll try to do it within two or three years."

Li Feng said with a confident smile. This confidence really amazed Wu Shengnan, Wu Xiaofeng and others. It's really safe to say that this guy is very confident, but I'm afraid it will be difficult. It's a great blessing to be published in People's Literature, let alone adapted into a movie. That guy's ancestors would be very proud.

"There's no need to be so anxious."

Not to mention Wu Xiaofeng, Huang Xiaoli, Wu Shengnan and others, Yang Ming didn't even dare to think about it within three or two years. Just kidding, how could it be possible in such a short time? Yang Ming didn't even think ten or twenty years was long. After all, it was not an easy task.

"We must seize the day. It would be better to adapt the novel sooner and earn the royalties so that we can buy a bicycle." Wu Shengnan admired Li Feng's seizing the day, but his later adaptation to earn money to buy a bicycle was a bit too unrealistic.

Li Feng just said it casually. Who knows when the system will give an article that can be adapted? In the end, it's just talk.

"Comrade Li Feng, you need to improve your ideological awareness."

Wu Shengnan said seriously, "You're a writer, a very young and talented one at that. Your writing could influence a generation." Li Feng was a little confused. No, he really couldn't carry this big hat.

"Shengnan, you can't say that. You can't expect someone who walks on two feet to write about their experience with a truck. Buying a bicycle is a good thing. The more you walk and see, the better your writing will be."

Wu Xiaofeng said with a smile. "Look, you ride a motorcycle, so it's not good for Writer Li to have to walk every day. Writer Li, I support you buying a bicycle. You should buy one."

"That's right. Writers need a bicycle. Otherwise, how can you travel more than three miles and see the local customs and people, the beautiful scenery?" Huang Xiaoli said. "You need to broaden your horizons. This is also to improve your ideological awareness. Don't you agree, Comrade Li Feng?"

"Hahaha, that's absolutely right."

Yang Ming nodded and agreed with his wife. Li Feng glanced at Wu Shengnan. This young policeman has a high level of awareness. Why don’t you handle the case on foot? You ride a motorcycle and still complain that people who buy bicycles have low awareness. This guy is a bit of a hypocrite.

Wu Shengnan opened her mouth. Actually, she didn't mean to say that buying a bicycle was wrong. She didn't want to explain much, so she just stared at Li Feng, leaving him speechless. "I understand what Public Security Wu means. Don't worry, I know the seriousness of this matter."

Li Feng thought it was easy to talk without any pain in his waist, but then he remembered that Wu Shengnan's father was the director, so he should praise her a little. Besides, this girl was not very stubborn. If he offended her, the motorcycle could still give him a ride.

It's always better not to offend anyone. Of course, I still have to buy the bicycle I need and earn the royalties I need. Just kidding, I can talk about ideological awareness when I am rich. I am the richest man, so my awareness must be high. I am willing to donate 300 million to 500 million a year, provided that I am the richest man.

"You just understand."

Good guy, I told you you were fat and you were out of breath. Li Feng hummed twice, and then there was a ding, the system prompt sound, what was going on.

"finished?"

Li Feng was delighted to have completed his mission as a sow postpartum care practitioner. This was a big mission, finally completed. "I wonder if there's a raffle?"

"It really does."

Li Feng was getting impatient, so he quickly excused himself and went to the restroom. "Lottery."

"The Pig Farmer, a Short Story."

"Depend on."

Li Feng thought, damn, he really came here to raise pigs. But after flipping through the novel, Li Feng was a little unsure what to say. "Why is there a character called 'Old Xu, do you want a wife?'? He's not a horse herder, how did he become a pig farmer? That's a bit too much."

"Other people are herding horses under the Yinshan Mountains, with the sky like a dome covering the fields. But I'm herding pigs, and the shit under my feet is a bit too much. I can tolerate you calling me by my real name, but I absolutely cannot tolerate you being a pig farmer."

(End of this chapter)