My 1978 Hotel

Chapter 15: Li Feng reported carrying manure, and the commune rewarded him with five yuan for steelmaking
"An Jun, why are you back?"

The onlookers made way to the side, and Han Anjun nodded to everyone and quickly walked into the main room.

"Dad, Fourth Uncle, Sixth Uncle, Eighth Uncle, you are all here."

"An Jun is back."

Han Futian said with a smile. "Why are you back at this time?"

"The commune arranged for me to come back and do some work."

"What's the matter?"

Han Fuguo muttered, "Didn't I just go to the commune for a meeting yesterday? I didn't hear anything happened. Why did they send An Jun back now? But now let's deal with the problem of Li Feng first and then go back to the team."

"Director Gao and Secretary Wu asked me to come on behalf of the commune to express my condolences to Comrade Li Feng and bring some rewards from the commune as well." Han Anjun said with a smile.

"Who, Anjun, what are you talking about? Who are you offering condolences to on behalf of the commune?"

Han Fuguo thought he had heard wrongly. He didn't even have time to puff on his pipe. He quickly tapped the sole of his shoe a few times to put out the flame in the pipe. He asked his third son in surprise, "How is it possible that the commune sent the third son back to the team to comfort Li Feng?" He must have heard wrongly.

The onlookers also couldn't believe their ears and looked at Han Anjun together. For a moment, Li Feng, the central figure, was thrown aside.

"Hey, Dad, don't you know yet?"

Han Anjun was puzzled and thought, "Don't you all know it? Otherwise, why do so many people come to Li Feng's house, and now you are asking me about it."

"Know what?"

Well, I really don't know, Han Anjun muttered. "Why are all those people coming to Comrade Li Feng's house?"

"Oh, it's a long story."

Han Fuguo got angry when he thought of the white flour buns in the kitchen, and he could hardly hold his pipe. But now he was even more curious about why the commune sent someone to comfort Li Feng. Did Li Feng have some background?

"We'll talk about this later."

Han Futian said with a smile. "An Jun, tell me what's going on. What does the commune want to do to reward Li Feng?"

"An Jun said he was offering condolences to Li Feng, so he also wanted to give him some kind of reward, right?"

"Did I hear correctly? The commune wants to express condolences to Li Feng and give him some kind of reward. What's going on? Am I right?"

My goodness, no one reacted at first, but now, according to Han Anjun's statement, the commune wants to reward Li Feng. Why? Some people with quick brains remembered that Li Feng had just said that the article he wrote was published in the provincial newspaper.

When Wu Gou saw this situation, he felt something was wrong and wanted to leave, but he was also curious. Could this pretty boy really be the Star of Literature? His face turned pale for a moment. After all, he had just been sarcastic to him.

Impossible, absolutely impossible. Wu Gou was a little panicked, and looked at Han Anjun expectantly, hoping to hear the answer he wanted from him. No, it was definitely not because of the matter in the newspaper. Yes, he must have misunderstood.

Compared to Wu Gou, he was more curious and a little expectant. Well, it was reported in the provincial newspaper that Li Feng had settled in Hanjiaba. This was a proud thing. If it came true, he would be proud as a Hanjiaba native too.

"Comrade Li Feng's article was published in the provincial newspaper. Director Gao and Secretary Wu of the commune were very happy to hear the news. They sent me back to convey condolences and rewards on behalf of the commune." Han Anjun couldn't help but compliment Li Feng a few words. Needless to say, the matter was clear now.

"An Jun, was it really published in the newspaper?"

Han Futian trembled as he spoke. He was one of the few intellectuals in the village, but he had never dared to think about publishing an article in any newspaper. That was the job of the literary star, and how could an ordinary man like him have that ability?

At the same time, because he had some education, he understood how difficult it was to be published in the provincial capital newspaper and how much significance it had, especially for a poor mountain village like Hanjiaba that relied on relief food. That guy was nothing short of a golden phoenix emerging from a poor village.

He had never dared to think about it, but now listening to what Han Anjun said, Li Feng really published an article in the provincial newspaper. This guy was not bragging or talking nonsense, and he really got the royalties.

"No."

Han Anjun pulled out a newspaper. "Uncle, look at what's written in black and white. I brought a copy back from the commune specifically. Now our Hanjiaba is also famous."

"I went to the county this afternoon, and Director Chen from the Revolutionary Committee specifically asked me to come over and ask about our dam."

"Really, oh, that's a good thing."

"That's great! Even the county leaders are asking about us."

"Hahaha, that's true. An Jun, please explain it to everyone."

Not only were brigade officials like Han Fuguo and Han Futian happy, but ordinary members were also happy. The director of the county revolutionary committee even mentioned Hanjiaba. This was not good news, and relief grain and other things would be easy to get. "That's right, not only in our county, but also in the region and even the entire province, we know about Hanjiaba." Han Anjun patted the newspaper. "It's written clearly here."

"Good good."

Many people gathered around, and although not everyone recognized the words on it, they were all amazed. It was actually published in the newspaper.

"Stop touching it and get it dirty, go away!" A group of little kids were about to stretch out their hands but were slapped aside by the adults.

"Good boy."

Han Fuqiang slapped Li Feng's shoulders twice, which hurt Li Feng. "Uncle Fuqiang, please be gentle. Don't break my weight."

"Hahaha, you kid, you're good."

Han Fuqiang rubbed his hands and was about to take a picture when he remembered what Li Feng had just said. He chuckled and put his hands away. "Your body is not good enough. I will help you train it later."

"Don't."

Are you kidding? I'm already so old. Besides, I don't plan to learn anything about fighting and killing. I'd better leave the pain to others.

The misunderstanding was now resolved, and Li Feng felt proud.

You didn't believe what I said, but now what? The commune sent people to comfort me and gave me rewards. Yes, rewards. Li Feng slapped his forehead and was so happy that he hadn't received the real benefits yet.

But seeing everyone flipping through the newspapers and marveling at the thought, Li Feng felt a little embarrassed to ask about the reward.

After all, I am now a cultured person who can write articles and earn royalties. It would be a bit beneath my status to talk about benefits.

"Okay, okay, this newspaper is in the post. If you want to read it later, go back to the post."

Han Futian took the newspaper and folded it carefully, making sure it didn't get damaged or dirty. He would have to bring it to meetings in the future to save face.

Han Fuguo also reacted and quickly asked Han Futian to put it away. Next time there is a commune meeting, he must have a good talk with other team leaders about this guy.

For many years, Hanjiaba was among the bottom three communes, and nothing happened that could bring honor to them, except for the time when the third child in his family was admitted to a technical secondary school. But that was many years later, and many children from other brigades had been recommended to go to college.

Now that they have this provincial newspaper, let's see who can still look down on them, Hanjiaba. When Han Fuguo thought about the expressions of other team leaders after they knew about this, he was so happy that when he looked at Li Feng, he felt that Li Feng must be from Hanjiaba because of his handsome face.

Completely forgetting the beating he had just given Li Feng, Li Feng was getting goosebumps from being looked at by Han Fuguo. What was this old man planning? "Oh, why didn't the newspaper send me a copy? Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to take those beatings."

When I opened the newspaper, who would dare to touch me? Oh, I hope the system can be more reliable next time.

Forget it, let’s see what the rewards are first, don’t let them be all show and no substance.

"Ahem, well."

"What's wrong?"

"Uncle Fuguo, the reward that Anjun mentioned."

This guy has to ask questions. Why do they all have endless things to talk about? It's business, business.

"Yes, what reward is An Jun?" Han Anmin asked curiously, slapping his forehead.

Everyone then remembered that they were so busy reading the newspapers that they had forgotten about the reward. Even Han Anjun was busy showing the newspapers.

Han Fuguo glared at Han Anmin who was talking next to him. Rewards and such were not as important as being in the newspaper.

"Hey, look at me, the rewards are all here."

Han Anjun took out the reward given to Li Feng by the commune and handed it to Li Feng with a smile.

A five-yuan steelmaking note was wrapped in a stack of banknotes. Everyone stretched their heads to see what the reward was. They were afraid it wouldn't be a few kilograms of food coupons.

Last time they did a good job working on the river, the team leader was rewarded with one dollar and half a pound of meat coupons.

This guy probably got no less than this. Everyone crowded around Li Feng to see what reward the commune had given him.
"My dear mother is here, that's..."

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