My 1978 Hotel

"Fried meatballs!"

An Lei and An Tao were stunned. Although there was no braised pork today, there were fried meatballs. This was a rare delicacy. After all, in this day and age, both vegetable oil and lard were very precious. Fried meatballs combined precious oil with meat.

No family in Hanjiaba celebrated New Year so extravagantly. Few families in Maya Commune could afford fried meatballs during the Lunar New Year. An Lei and An Tao had only heard of them, never even seen them, and now they were being served on the table.

The aroma of the fried meatballs filled the air, overwhelming their nostrils. They swallowed hard, their saliva permeated with the aroma of meat. "Fragrant, really fragrant," they exclaimed repeatedly, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of saliva.

"Look at what you have accomplished."

An Tun and several others looked at the two men with disdain. They had been to state-owned restaurants several times, and that guy had eaten braised pork before. He was not on the same level as the ordinary brigade members.

That guy, let alone Hanjiabao, how many people in the whole Maya have been to a state-owned restaurant and eaten braised pork? I'm afraid there are not many people in the whole county. An Dun, Anyu, An You and others think they are not ordinary people.

Seeing the fried meatballs at this time, although he was drooling with greed, he was, after all, a veteran who had been to state-owned restaurants several times. He was a respectable person and could not lose face.

"Actually, I still like braised pork more." An Dun's voice was a little louder. Except for the chefs busy in the kitchen, probably the whole state-owned restaurant could hear it.

"Me too, the braised pork is so delicious." An You agreed.

"It's just the right amount of fat and melts in your mouth. Oh, and the gravy goes really well with the rice. It's perfect."

"No, An Yu, where did you learn such flowery words?"

An You, An Dun and others were all stunned by An Yu for a moment. They couldn't believe that these words came out of An Yu's mouth.

"Haha."

An Yu was very proud. He had specially remembered what his cousin Feng said when they were eating braised pork. Now, everyone was stunned. It turned out that people who read books are scholars. They speak differently from us.

Didn't you see the guests around him drooling as they listened? An Yu was very proud, while An Lei and An Tao were even more greedy. "Braised pork, it's really that delicious."

"Of course."

An Yu said proudly, "It's simply delicious."

“A delicacy on earth!”

Li Feng thought to himself, this An Yu has a good memory.

"The braised pork is good, and the fried meatballs are not bad either."

Li Feng asked everyone to eat quickly. Why did they all like to show off so much? They were not as low-key as him. "Come on, come on, eat. We are happy today. Everyone, eat more. It's my treat."

"Thank you, Brother Feng."

The dishes were almost served, and two tables were set up at once, with three dishes and a soup per table. This surprised everyone around. These days, eating out is not easy, and an average family may not be able to afford to eat out for several years.

Even when going to a restaurant, it is usually enough to order one meat dish. Li Feng's group had three dishes and a soup, one of which was fried meatballs, one was stir-fried pork slices, and another was scrambled eggs, plus blood soup. This group had all meat dishes.

That's not to mention, there's plenty of rice, how generous of them, and they even have two tables. You have to know that there are only eleven or twelve people, so one table is enough. Having two tables is such a waste. Li Feng certainly knows that everyone is envious, but he certainly can't be stingy when treating guests.

"Uncle Fuqiang, Anjun, Anbing, come, eat some food, eat some food."

Li Feng invited everyone to eat. "I have something to do this afternoon, so I can't drink. I'll treat everyone to drinks when we get back to the dam."

"This is already good."

Not to mention Han Anbing, Han Fuqiang and Han Anjun, who were also quite knowledgeable, nodded as they looked at the food. They didn't get to eat such good food very often. "Cousin, don't be polite, eat it."

Gao Ju and Gao Cheng were not polite at all. They knew Li Feng was happy. Not to mention the salary increase, the Huanghuali wood desk alone was enough to make him crazy. It was worth tens of millions. Gao Ju and Gao Cheng were actually very happy. It was a 5% commission, at least 500,000.

"Don't mention it, these fried meatballs taste really good."

"Yes."

"It's a state-owned restaurant, so the food must be good."

"That's not true, but I think deep-fried meatballs would be delicious too."

Speaking, Han Fuqiang talked about the award ceremony, and Han Anjun was very good at introducing it. "Such a good treatment, why don't you want it?"

"got used to."

Li Feng said with a smile. "Coming to the county town, I'm afraid I'll have to work every day. I'm a bit lazy. Besides, the countryside gave me endless creative inspiration, but that might not be the case in the county town." This is true. Learning about composting can be written into an article.

The Funnel Household and Liang Xiaosheng's Chen Huansheng series are both very suitable for Li Feng. Among them, Li Feng heard that Chen Huansheng went to the city, which is a rare masterpiece among short stories.

"That's it."

Han Fuqiang accepted this reason when he heard it. After all, he didn't have to work and could still get a good salary.

"It's a pity to miss the chance to enter the city." Han Anjun still felt that Li Feng should not give up this opportunity.

“Actually, going into the city is just like that.”

Li Feng said with a smile. "I usually come to the county town to communicate with my writer friends. So, I've got a good mix of both the county town and the countryside, which is quite helpful for my writing."

"That's right."

After lunch, Li Feng followed Gao Jue and Gao Cheng to look at the old furniture they had brought in. There was quite a bit. "Everything else is pretty ordinary, except for these two stools from the late Qing Dynasty. It's a shame they're just ordinary mahogany."

"That's not bad."

As for the Huanghuali desk, it has been moved to Li Feng's room. Just kidding, it is worth at least millions, or even tens of millions. The two brothers hid it immediately.

“Is this Huanghuali?”

This was Li Feng's first time dealing with Huanghuali wood, having only seen it in pictures. "It looks ordinary!"

"what?"

Gao Jue didn't know what to say. "Boss, why don't you practice more? Your cultural literacy is still a little low." "It may have been used, but there aren't many signs of it. It's in pretty good condition."

"Really."

Li Feng touched the Huanghuali wood desk. Alas, this ordinary desk must be worth more than gold. Not to mention, it really feels good when you think about it. "It's a pity that I can't write. Otherwise, I could write a few words or paint a few plum blossoms on a desk like this. It would be quite touching."

"Well, why don't you go back and send Zhaoxia off? This is quite a match."

Li Feng hadn't thought about selling it. After all, he wasn't short of money. Good things like this weren't something you could just come across. "Okay, we have to get it back quickly. I'm worried about leaving it here anyway."

"No, I was planning to hold a literary gathering, but now I'm afraid that won't work."

This table has to be transported back to Hanjiaba, otherwise I can't feel at ease leaving it in the county town. Unfortunately, I can't go back to the modern era now, otherwise Li Feng would definitely go back immediately.

"You're not going to the region?"

"Yes, I just have the inspiration. Uncle Fuqiang, you guys know that inspiration is the most important thing in writing." Li Feng made an excuse. No one could really say anything good about this guy.

"That's fine."

They all have the address, so delivering the furniture is not a big deal. But without Li Feng, it would be a bit difficult to deal with those writers. After all, they are great writers and are not on the same level as farmers like them.

After watching Han Fuqiang and his men drive their ox carts to the district, Li Feng returned to the yard. "Let's start by raiding the funnel households." Honestly, Li Feng's speed truly put the other writers to shame.

“It’s not easy to hype an article.”

After cooking it, Li Feng spent some time memorizing it, and then analyzing it word by word for a while. After all, even if you cooked it, if you don't understand the content yourself, you might not be able to respond to others' flattery.

After finishing the article, it was getting dark. Li Feng did not go out. He had rice and flour at home, so he just made some hand-rolled noodles for a simple dinner. The next morning, Li Feng went to a state-owned restaurant to buy some breakfast.

Unexpectedly, just as I got home and was having breakfast, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Li Feng approached the door carefully, fearing that someone would know that he had taken the Huanghuali desk and come to steal it.

"Teacher Li, it's us."

The voices sounded familiar. Li Feng opened the door and saw that it was the group of literature enthusiasts. "It's you." Qin Guosheng, Chen Chuan, Zhao Guodong, Xu Qingqing and others were more familiar than the last time they visited him in Hanjiaba.

This time, there were more than double the number of people, probably more than ten or twenty of them. Li Feng was a little confused. "Why are you here? Come in quickly."

"Teacher Li, we just learned that you were in the county town, so we came here."

As he spoke, Chen Chuan took out a newspaper and handed it to Li Feng. Li Feng took the newspaper with some doubt. "Cultural Newspaper, you all know about it?"

"and this."

Xu Qingqing took out a People's Literature magazine. This girl is amazing. She must have relatives or friends in the capital, otherwise how could she get the latest issue of People's Literature so quickly.

"Teacher Li, you write so well."

"Yes."

"..."

Li Feng feels embarrassed by all the flattery. Well, you guys said that and we don’t know what to do. Keep a low profile.

"It's over, it's over."

Li Feng said with a smile. "I've only read a few more books and gained some life experiences that you haven't. I'm a few years older than you and have more experience. I believe that by the time you're my age, you'll be able to write even better articles."

Others are flattering you so much, of course Li Feng is still very good at dealing with people. Look, everyone feels that Li Feng is humble, very approachable, and has the demeanor of a master.

As they were talking, there was another knock on the door. Li Feng thought that today was really lively. He opened the door and saw that it was Cao Qingping and Wu Chuan, followed by five or six men and women.

"Teacher Cao, Teacher Wu, why are you here?"

"Brother Li, please don't call us teacher. We don't deserve it." Cao Qingping and Wu Chuan breathed a sigh of relief. Li Feng did not put on airs just because he became a great writer, which made them feel a lot more at ease.

It was a bit rash of me to come here this time without saying hello in advance. The problem was that the two of them had just boasted when chatting with some writer friends, and they were embarrassed for a while, so they came here unintentionally.

"Teacher Li, we are intruding."

"What are you talking about? We are all literature lovers and learners. There is no point in talking about teacher or not. Let's just follow Brother Cao and Brother Wu and call me brother." He then invited everyone to come into the house and sit down.

Seeing that there were other guests, they asked and found out that they were actually literature enthusiasts from the county. At that moment, they felt that Li Feng really followed his words. With his current status, he didn't even need to spend time paying attention to this group of young literature enthusiasts.

They were even curious. Since Li Feng was so approachable, he wondered if he wasn't afraid of wasting his writing time.

"Brother Chen, I cannot agree with what you said."

Li Feng said with a smile. "Young people are smart. Even though they may be less experienced, they always have moments of inspiration. We might write better, but when it comes to inspiration, I think these young people have much more than us."

"That's true."

Several people nodded in agreement. Qin Guosheng and other literature enthusiasts, hearing Li Feng speak so highly of them, were filled with pride and pride, and naturally, they admired Li Feng even more. For the entire morning, Li Feng accompanied Wu Chuan and the others in discussing literature, and he also answered questions for Cheng Xu Qingqing and the others.

Time flies by, you know what? After seeing everyone off, Li Feng sighed. "I've already received ten desk packages this morning. I never thought the literary exchange would be even more effective than a sales meeting."

After paying the deposit, several people said they would go back and ask their parents before coming back, which means that as long as their parents agree, they will also order a set of desks.

In the afternoon, Li Feng sorted out the manuscript, copied it, and prepared to send it out after returning to Ma Ya.

"I don't know, how are things going over there with Uncle Fuqiang?"

Li Feng didn't know that the regional team had received the news even earlier, and they even knew that the novel was going to be published. They had originally planned to invite Li Feng to participate in a seminar on his work, but who knew that he didn't come?

This was quite regrettable for many people, but it did not affect the surge in desk orders.

"Fifteen sets?"

Han Fuqiang really couldn't believe it.

"Yes, Uncle Fuqiang, there are still five sets of modular furniture."

Han Anbing was excited. "We received over 200 yuan in deposits alone, plus the final payment, it's almost 1,000 yuan."

"so much?"

Han Fuqiang was excited and thrilled, but also a little worried. This guy had too much money, and the Big Foot Shop was full of mixed people. "An Bing, go and tell Antun and them to pack up quickly and leave now. We're not staying in the district anymore, we're going back to the county town."

"Ah, you're leaving now?"

"Yes, hurry up, we should be there before dark, don't delay."

Han Fuqiang said. "After all, this is a remote area, and we're unfamiliar with the place. Back in the county town, we can stay overnight at Li Feng's house, which is much safer."

"That's true."

It was less than a thousand yuan, and Han Anbing was actually quite worried. Everyone packed up and didn't have a proper lunch. They bought some steamed buns and ate them on the way. Han Fuqiang and the others concentrated their attention along the way and didn't dare to relax at all.

"Finally back."

The tired crowd rushed to Li Feng's house and breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing happened along the way and they finally arrived safely.

"what?"

"Uncle Fuguo, why are you back so soon?"

Li Feng thought he would not be able to rush back until tomorrow morning, but he didn't expect to come back in the evening. This was too fast.

"Go inside first."

Han Fuqiang covered his chest with his hands. This guy was worth a thousand yuan. He was worried all the way. Although he had arrived in the county town, he still didn't feel at ease.

"Oh."

"Everyone, tie up the ox cart."

"Don't worry, I'll leave two people to watch over you later."

"That's okay too."

Li Feng invited Han Fuqiang and others to come into the house and sit down.

"This is?"

Who would have thought that as soon as Han Fuqiang entered the house, he pulled out a cloth bag from his pocket. "The money for the furniture and the deposit, and here are the addresses of each family."

"Not a lot?"

"Of course not, Brother Feng, you didn't go there. So many people came to us to order furniture." Anton said with some pride.

"Really? It seems our brigade's furniture is quite popular."

"It's very welcome. Many people went to see it. It's a pity you didn't go." An Dun nodded. The courtyard of the coach house was very lively at that time.

"Fifteen sets, and five sets of modular furniture. Not bad. I also took some in the past two days." Li Feng smiled and took out his order records. Including the two people who came in the afternoon, there were a total of twelve sets.

"Ah, twelve sets?"

Han Anbing and Han Fuqiang were stunned. They were already surprised to receive fifteen sets of furniture during their trip to the region, but they had never expected Li Feng to receive so many orders alone. This added up to over twenty sets, especially with five modular furniture sets.

This was over 2,000 yuan. Han Fuqiang's mind echoed with Li Feng's boastful words. He had first achieved the small goal of 10,000 yuan. The goal that had previously seemed out of reach now seemed within reach. (End of this chapter)