My 1978 Hotel

Liu Wen stared at the boss. How come these kids became like this after only being out for an hour or two? Not only were they covered in dust, but their eyes were red and swollen, and their voices were hoarse. It must be because they cried a lot.

"Isn't this too much?"

Liu Wen whispered this to Chen Long, who gave a wry smile and recounted Li Feng's briefing on the families. "This is just the beginning. I have to follow the children to work tomorrow. I'm afraid some of them will cry."

"Oh, forget about the kids. We have to go to work tomorrow too. I don't know what to do when I think about farm work," Wu Jing said with a wry smile. "Don't worry about you laughing at me. Although I'm from the countryside, I don't know how to do farm work."

"Who isn't?"

Chen Long sighed. Although he had been back to the countryside many times, even the mere sight of farm work made him tired. As for Liu Wen, she looked bewildered. Her family had been city dwellers for generations, with no experience in farm work.

When she thought about having to learn a skill, she felt like crying. Then she looked at these children, and realized that they had the same fate. Maybe she would cry tomorrow too.

"Oh, these kids are so unlucky."

"Li Ran is the unlucky one, having such a treacherous father." Chen Long actually laughed while speaking. Wu Jing and Liu Wen also laughed when they heard it. Of course, Li Feng had cheated them, but at most they were in an employment relationship.

But he even betrayed his own son. This is really too much for Lao Liu. Similarly, Li Ran now wishes he didn't have such a father who betrays his son. He just went to Li Feng to cry and complain, hoping that at least he wouldn't have to go back to the place where he slept by the stove and on the meadow.

But his father pretended not to hear what he said and warned him with his eyes. If Li Ran could go back home now, he would definitely go and complain immediately, not only to his mother, but also to his grandparents.

Li Ran even thought about his father's nationality for a moment. What biological father? It doesn't matter if he doesn't have one. Li Feng didn't care about Li Ran's threatening look. This kid might pull out his oxygen tube in the future.

But I have the system, so it's okay. I was just shocked. Li Feng smiled at Li Ran. "An Bing, it's a rare opportunity for these kids to come here. How about this, you teach them how to use a gun, so it won't be a wasted trip."

"Red Tassel Spear?"

Han Anbing originally planned to train casually, but using a gun was a bit difficult, and the learning time was not short. It would probably take at least ten days or half a month to learn it.

"Yeah, I saw Ming Fan and the others having a pretty good time."

Li Feng had thought about learning it. Apart from anything else, having a stick in hand could keep two or three people away from him, which was somewhat useful.

"Do you want to learn?"

Li Feng turned to look at Wu Jing, Chen Long, Liu Wen, and Li Muchen. "The Han family spear, that's the spear technique used to kill the Japanese back then. It's worth learning. If nothing else, with a stick in hand, three or two people can't get close to you."

"Is it really that powerful?"

Wu Jing suddenly became excited and looked at Han Anbing with a bit of excitement in her eyes.

"Try?"

"Row."

It's no joke that Han Anbing can become the deputy captain of the militia brigade. He really doesn't have any real skills. This guy is very good at shooting, and of course he knows a little boxing, only slightly worse than Han Fuqiang. After all, Han Fuqiang is a veteran who has fought in the battlefield with real guns and won three or five first-class and second-class merits.

Wu Jing came over and introduced himself. "I exercise regularly and learned boxing for a while. Be careful."

"You're still a trained martial artist. Okay, come on."

Han Anbing became more excited. Wu Jing and Han Anmin competed with each other, which made the little guys who were originally wiping their noses more excited. Li Feng thought to himself, I can't control you little brats yet. Li Feng is not the big devil.

Are we really going to torture these little brats to death? They can make noise, play, and endure hardships, but they also need to maintain their mental health. The little brats are still very interested in martial arts and other things, and they have to be willing to endure hardships, which is the highest level.

"Be careful."

Wu Jing suddenly took a step forward and punched Han Anbing in the face. Han Anbing lowered his head slightly to block with one hand, then swung his hammer sideways. This startled Wu Jing and she stepped back. Wu Jing thought to herself, "This arm is so hard, it really hurts."

Han Anbing did not pursue, the two of them took turns taking a step forward, and their fight was not like the ones on TV, but every punch hit the flesh. Wu Jing's face flushed red, and she gasped in pain in her arms, hands, and legs, although she didn't get hit hard.

But Han Anbing, who didn't look very strong, was as strong as a rock. He was so painful after a few exchanges and blocks. He was distracted and was kicked by the leg. He stepped back and fell to the ground.

"Concession."

Han Anbing smiled, and Chen Long pulled Wu Jing up. Wu Jing sucked her lips in pain, and her body was probably covered with bruises. Damn, she hadn't even been hit a few times, and just blocking the blows made her feel uncomfortable all over.

"How about it?"

Chen Long whispered to Wu Jing, who smiled wryly. "Amazing! Your body is as hard as a rock."

"Ah, that's it."

Chen Long, who originally wanted to give it a try, immediately gave up the idea. Just kidding, with a body as heavy as a rock, he couldn't handle it.

"An Bing, how is it?"

"It's okay, I didn't even sweat."

Han Anbing waved his hand at Li Feng. "Mingfan, give me the Red Tassel Spear."

"Want to take a break?"

"That's nothing. I can do it for another hour or so without any problem." Han Anbing's boasting left Li Feng speechless. Okay, don't say that Han Anbing's marksmanship is different from what you see on TV and in movies.

His body was quite hunched, and he was walking down the road when he pulled out his gun, but he looked a little cold. Wu Jing and Chen Long looked at each other. "Murderous gun?"

"Murderous gun?"

I don't quite understand Liu Wen. She's not that pretty. Compared to her performances, I've seen her in one word: tacky, the kind that looks awful.

"This is actual combat marksmanship."

Wu Jingxin thought that he was afraid that the other party had shown mercy and did not attack his lower three areas, otherwise he might have been killed in two hits.

"That's it."

Liu Wen didn't quite understand, but it sounded very impressive. After she performed a set of shooting skills, the children were so excited that they seemed to have forgotten the unpleasant experience just now.

"Everyone, take a stick and follow Uncle Han's lead."

Li Feng said with a smile. "An Bing, these children will be handed over to you from now on."

"rest assured."

Han Anbing usually leads the brigade's militia in training. After all, Han Fuqiang is the official militia captain and it is not possible for him to do everything by himself. Besides, he often goes to the county and commune for meetings, and there are many things in the brigade that he has to participate in.

Han Anbing is in charge of the militia brigade on a daily basis, and he has been in charge of most of the training in recent years. He thinks it is a piece of cake to lead a few children.

"Thank you for your hard work." As for the hard work fee, two mooncakes and two apples, a standard set, Han Anbing was trying to be polite, but Mingfan's eyes were about to roll. "Good stuff, mooncakes and apples, even commune cadres can't get them."

"It is okay."

"cut."

Li Ran, who was paying attention to Li Feng, curled his lips. These were just mooncakes and apples, things he normally wouldn't even bother to eat. Li Feng also saw Li Ran's look and thought, "Just wait, in a couple of days, you'll see how you'll beg your dad for it."

Little guy, haven’t you seen your dad showing off? Alas, I won’t take this kid with me next time. It seems a bit unnatural for him to show off. No wonder they say that it’s more fun to travel through time alone. There is no one to influence you when you show off, Li Feng thought.

I glanced at Liu Wen and the others. Wow, Wu Jing and Chen Long also took a stick and started to imitate. As for Liu Wen, she stared blankly at the group of children waving sticks, plus Wu Jing and Chen Long.

Seeing this picture, Li Feng wanted to write a few lines of words on it: Who am I? Where am I?

"You guys practice first, I'm going to the furniture factory."

Li Feng thought to himself, work at the furniture factory can't stop. A 10% profit margin is a lot of money. Li Feng planned to go and encourage them. Gao Ju and Gao Cheng were not the only ones who needed to work harder, but the others were definitely going to have to cheer them on.

I brought a bag of biscuits and a bag of mooncakes. I didn't say too much, but I definitely had to give each person a mooncake. It was a big holiday, right? When I arrived at the furniture factory, I saw Han Fuguo and Han Futian there.

"Uncle Fuguo, Uncle Futian, you are here too?"

"Gang Futian mentioned the furniture factory while he was checking the accounts, so we came to take a look."

Han Fuguo saw that Li Feng was carrying a lot of things. "What are these?"

"It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival."

Li Feng raised the mooncake in his hand. "I'll bring some mooncakes for everyone to try."

"You are good, kid. You have got so many good things."

Han Futian glanced at the good boy. This guy probably has more than ten yuan. He is really capable. This thing is only available during festivals and is hard to buy. Usually, you can only find a good friend to bring one or two yuan for the child to try.

"This is not brought by a relative, how can I have this ability?"

Li Feng said with a smile. "Uncle Futian, Uncle Fuguo, try these milk-flavored cookies. They say they have milk powder added to them."

"It's delicious."

Han Futian was not polite. There was white sugar on top of this thing. It was a good thing. In fact, this thing was weighed by Li Feng at a pastry shop on the road. It was a high-end biscuit that cost twelve yuan per pound.

"Uncle Tomita, if you like to eat, take more. This time, my relative gave me more than two kilograms."

"More than two pounds, wow, is your relative in the biscuit factory?"

"Almost, Deputy Director."

Li Feng said casually, "Deputy Factory Director," this guy Han Fuguo and Han Futian almost popped their eyes out. This kid's relatives are very capable. They are either cadres or factory directors. It's hard for this kid to be registered as a rural hukou.

"Everyone, take a rest first. I brought some mooncakes for everyone. Not many, just one for each person. There are more biscuits, so feel free to take them yourself." When Li Feng said this, the young people were more comfortable, but the older people were not polite at all.

If Han Fuguo and Han Futian had not been standing nearby, this guy would have definitely snatched the biscuits. Even so, the few young men in the end only had two biscuits at most. They were really too proud to see Han Anton, the sixth oldest, eat six biscuits at once without even reaching out his hand. He wanted to reach out again, but Han Fuguo glared at him, so he withdrew his hand awkwardly, muttering that his kids at home liked to eat them.

"Go aside."

"You talk like some kid doesn't like to eat."

Han Futian also glared at Han Anton, who chuckled. "Uncle Futian, I have many children."

“Whose family doesn’t have many children?”

"Well, I..." He couldn't argue with Han Anton. There was nothing he could do because these two were both elders and team leaders.

"Get lost."

"okay."

After saying that, Han Anton ran away happily, and patted his pockets proudly a few times. If you are thin-skinned, you can't eat, but if you are thick-skinned, you can eat meat. He was just scolded by Uncle Fuguo and Uncle Futian, but the biscuits were actually in his pocket.

Han Anton thought to himself that he would go home and show his wife that mooncakes and biscuits are all good things. He just took a look and saw that the biscuits were sprinkled with white sugar for free. Oh, there was still some white sugar on his hands.

While talking, I licked my fingers while not paying attention. They were sweet, really sweet. As for the biscuits, I couldn't bear to eat them. I took them back to let my children and wife taste them, and I ate some of the biscuits on my fingers. Except for a few young people who ate a piece of biscuit, most of them packed them up and prepared to take them home.

Li Feng didn't say anything when he saw it. He came here just to encourage everyone, but he didn't expect that just as he was about to go back.

Han Fuguo stopped him. "Wait a minute, I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter, Uncle Fuguo?"

"Talking as we walk."

After leaving the yard, Han Fuguo finally made his point clear. "Do you still have those mooncakes and apples?"

"There are still some mooncakes and apples. Uncle Fuguo, if you want some, I'll send some to you, Uncle Futian, and Uncle Fuqiang later."

"What? I'm a good talker." Han Fuguo glared at Li Feng. What on earth was this kid thinking? "Look, we're going to build a furniture factory. Secretary Gao and Secretary Wu from the commune, while they haven't explicitly said they support it, are secretly supporting it. Otherwise, why do you think it hasn't spread these days?"

"That's it."

"Well, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and I was thinking of going to see Secretary Gao. It just so happens that your mooncakes and apples are good things, and buying a bottle of wine will be enough." Han Fuguo said. "Futian, give this kid some money later."

"Uncle Fuguo, forget about the money. Just consider it my contribution to the brigade." Li Feng said with a smile. "It's just some mooncakes and apples, nothing special."

"That's not the way it sounds. I'm here on behalf of the brigade. How can I take your work for nothing? Let's be fair. We see what you've done for the brigade. We can't let you suffer every time. That's not sustainable," Han Fuguo said. "It's what we deserve. This is us taking advantage. Outsiders might not be able to buy it even if they pay."

"OK then."

When Li Feng heard this, he thought it was not right to give it away for free. Once or twice was fine, but if it was too much, it would become a habit, and it would not be good for anyone in the future. When he got home, Li Feng took out twelve mooncakes, and six for each family was good enough.

Eight apples were given, and each secretary gave four. As for the wine, Han Fuguo asked Han Anjun to go back and get two pieces from the supply and marketing cooperative. Li Feng collected the money for the mooncakes and apples and gave it to Daya to keep first.

"Daya, you and Sister Susu cook first. I'm going to the village entrance."

I don't know how those kids and Wu Jing and the others are doing in their studies. When I arrived at the village entrance, I heard some humming and hawing sounds. Wow, they were all covered in dust and dirt to begin with, and now they've turned into black kids.

Good boy, sweat beads streamed down, especially the little fat kids, Li Feng couldn't help laughing. Li Ran immediately noticed Li Feng laughing at them and rolled his eyes at him. He really didn't want a father like that. (End of this chapter)