My 1978 Hotel

Chapter 14: Manwu Mantou appears, Captain Yan Guo chases the hero, An Jun gives reward money to show the blind dog

"Uncle Suanpan, Uncle Fuqiang, please stop Uncle Fuguo and let him listen to me." Li Feng finally understood that he was being beaten because of the steamed buns.

"Misunderstanding, pure misunderstanding."

Li Feng said quickly, otherwise Han Fuguo would probably raise his pipe again. Li Feng really wanted to ask you what material your pipe is made of, it can withstand so much damage.

"What kind of misunderstanding? Can white flour buns be faked?"

"Of course, there are so many white flour buns, I'm afraid there must be at least three pounds of white flour."

Not only Han Fuguo, but all the members who were watching were also muttering that this could not be faked or denied. The ironclad facts were before them, and the white flour buns would not disappear.

"Yes, I made the white flour buns."

"That's right."

"That's right, you bastard, you're asking for a beating."

When Han Fuguo heard that this kid was still unwilling to admit his mistake, not only him, but also Han Futian, Han Fuqiang, Han Anding and other team cadres looked unhappy.

It is a good thing for our comrades to correct their mistakes, but those stubborn elements who refuse to admit their mistakes should be swept away like fallen leaves by the autumn wind.

"Uncle Guofu, why don't you listen to me?"

Why does this old man like to interrupt people so much? He always raises his pipe with a big copper pot to scare people. He is really unreasonable.

"Speak, I'd like to hear what you can say."

Han Fuguo saw that many people were present at this time, so he couldn't take action anymore. He simply took out a few tobacco leaves, rolled them up, and put them in the copper pot to light it, and then listened carefully to what this bastard had to say. If he didn't do it right, he would suffer the consequences.

"Just say it."

Li Feng felt that there was nothing wrong in spending money to buy white flour to make steamed buns. I didn't steal or rob, so there was nothing wrong with saying it. Although the article was not written by me, as the system host, that guy was half one of us.

"Then tell me where this Fuqiang powder comes from?"

Uncle Abacus Han Futian asked the point right away, and the onlookers were also curious. Although many people speculated that this guy had exchanged it for whole-grain noodles, they couldn't be 100% sure since he hadn't admitted it himself.

"I bought it."

Li Feng said confidently, "Is there anyone who will send me off?"

"bought?"

Han Futian was stunned, and wondered if he had bought it with the money he earned from selling mixed-grain noodles.

"Where did you buy it?"

"The supply and marketing cooperative."

"The supply and marketing cooperative requires food coupons. Do you have any food coupons?"

Han Fuguo immediately spotted the flaw. "Besides, where did you get the money? Yesterday you said you didn't have a penny. With this much Fuqiang flour, I'm afraid it's at least three pounds, if not five pounds. If you include the food coupons, you can't afford it without a dollar."

"That's more than that."

Li Feng said, "It's five pounds in total, including the food coupons, which is less than two yuan."

"What five pounds?"

"So many aspects, all ruined at once."

"Good boy, landlords don't waste food like this."

"Of course, five catties of flour, enough for the New Year."

Everyone exclaimed in surprise. They thought three catties was too much, but they didn't expect that the boy bought five catties at once. Including the food coupons, it would take at least twenty or thirty catties of corn flour to exchange for so much white flour.

This guy wasted twenty or thirty kilograms of corn flour, and Han Fuguo almost got choked by it.

The onlookers were also thinking about it, and they could probably figure out what was going on. The thought of twenty or thirty grains of cornmeal being wasted made the guy look at Li Feng with a glare that nearly spitted anger. Every family was frugal, and families with many children usually only ate half full, giving the laborers first.

Even so, we each contributed three pounds, and I contributed five pounds, so we got more than a hundred pounds of corn flour and grains for you. But you turned around and exchanged it for white flour, and even for five pounds at once. This is a bit too much.

Feeling the anger in everyone's eyes at this time, Li Feng muttered, "What's the matter? It's just that I'm not the only one who needs to eat five pounds of flour."

"Tell me quickly, where did the money for buying Fuqiang powder come from?"

“I earned it.”

Li Feng said with some complacency that after all, it was published in the newspaper. Although the article was written by the system, it was signed by himself. This is more glorious than a group of people who traveled through time and space and plagiarized other people's works.

"Earned money?"

Han Futian paused and stared at Han Fuguo. Han Fuqiang winked and said, "First, ask clearly. Whether it's a beating or what to do, you should always give people a chance to speak." "How did you make money?"

"I make money by writing articles." "Writing articles, what articles?"

This guy Han Futian was confused. What did this mean? The other members who were watching were even more puzzled. Many of them didn't know what a manuscript was and how it could earn so many rich fans.

"I'm afraid it's nonsense. I don't know what the manuscript is."

Wu Gou couldn't help but say after hearing this, the others thought, "Don't tell me you're lying."

"What manuscript? Tell me more about it."

Han Futian had seen some of the world, so he knew what the manuscript meant. However, he couldn't believe it. He even felt that Li Feng was playing a trick on the people of Hanjiaba and was ignorant. Only a great writer could write a manuscript, let alone a profitable one.

Only a true literary star in the sky can write a manuscript that can make money. I'm afraid that an ordinary old farmer can only write one with smoke rising from his fields.

"I've been learning how to carry manure from An Min lately, so I wrote down the methods I learned and submitted them. I didn't expect it to be picked up by a newspaper..." Li Feng was just saying this when Wu Gou couldn't help but say, "What the hell, carrying manure? Who are you trying to fool? You've only been learning for two days, and you're still writing down methods? If you're going to lie, at least find a good one."

"correct."

"Of course I am. You're just learning something and you're already trying to come up with some ideas. And you're working for a provincial newspaper. They're not stupid."

"Yes, I'm afraid you're really lying."

Not to mention the other members of Wu Gou's group, Han Futian and the others all thought Li Feng was talking nonsense. How could it be possible that Li Feng was talking about a provincial newspaper?

As for picking up manure water, there is nothing much to write about it. It can even be published in the newspaper, which is even more nonsense.

Han Fuguo smoked his pipe more and more heavily, and he was ready to start a fight after he finished smoking. I couldn't stand it anymore. This guy was talking nonsense and even talked about the provincial capital. He was really brave. Why didn't you talk about the capital BJ?

This guy is so bold in bragging. What is a provincial newspaper? Let alone these old farmers, how many writers in the county can publish articles in the provincial newspaper? His third son is a junior college student.

He had never even published an article in the local newspaper, so there was no chance of him getting the delicious turtle lamb in front of him.

"You're not kidding?"

Han Futian didn't believe it at all, and was afraid that this guy was just making it up. "Then tell me, when did you get the money?"

"This afternoon."

Li Feng said hurriedly. "Old Niu went crazy and dragged me to the commune. Coincidentally, the manuscript fee had just been remitted, so I took it and used the five kilograms of grain coupons awarded by the newspaper to buy flour."

"Isn't this a bit of a coincidence?"

Good man, this is getting more and more nonsense, this is just a joke for a fool, Han Futian can hardly bear it anymore, just listen to what he is saying.

"You mean you wrote a summary when you were learning to carry manure, sent it to the provincial government, and it was published in the newspaper. Today they also sent you money and food coupons as a reward. And it just so happened that Lao Niu went crazy and dragged you to the commune to get the money and food coupons to buy flour?"

"Yes, that's what it is."

Li Feng nodded. Yes, although a large part of it was done by the system, since he was the host, it was the same as if he did it himself.

"Do you believe it yourself?"

"Believe it or not, that's exactly what happened."

"Ask Daya if she believes it?"

Han Futian felt that Li Feng treated them as fools.

"Da Ya and Er Ya, do you believe me?"

The two children were a little nervous under the stares of everyone. "We believe it."

"I don't believe it."

Wu Gou shouted at the top of his lungs. "Daya and Erya call him Daddy. Uncle Futian, you should ask everyone if they believe it. Everyone, tell me if you believe it or not. He even calls himself the Wenquxing. He really thinks he's cultured just because he's white-faced. Ugh."

Most people agreed with what Wu Gou said, but now they looked at Li Feng and shook their heads. It was because what Li Feng said was too bizarre and didn't seem to be true.

"I believe."

"Who, stand up?"

Wu Gou was just about to ridicule Li Feng, the pretty boy who had offended him, but he didn't expect that such a blind man would show up.

"An Jun?"

"Hey, why is An Jun back?"

Everyone turned around and saw Han Anjun, all of them were surprised. Han Fuguo and the others were even more surprised. "Anjun, why are you back?"

"Dad, I came back to give Li Feng a reward."

"Who, to whom is the reward given?"

(End of this chapter)