My 1978 Hotel

Chapter 19: Accountant comes to settle accounts, Li Fengcheng is the first loser in Hanjiaba, and the education storm hits

"Abba."

Daya and Erya looked Li Feng up and down and found that he was not missing any limbs, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

The two girls were really scared. Their third father rushed to the commune to find their father, and he looked like he wanted to cut their father into pieces.

"You must be hungry."

Li Feng took out two meat buns and stuffed them into the two girls' pockets. "Eat them while they're hot. Big meat buns are hard to come by."

Meat buns. Daya stole a glance at Sandie, fearing he would scold her father for this. Han Fuguo glanced at her without saying a word, only tightening his grip on his pipe. "Pack up and get to work quickly. Don't delay."

"I understand, Uncle Fuguo."

Li Feng thought that the old man was finally being reasonable, which was a good sign. Only Han Anmin knew that a few beatings were the least of his worries when he got angry. This guy was scary because he kept quiet. "Hurry up, don't delay."

"Do not worry."

Li Feng called Daya, and Erya came in. They took out a lot of bags, and Daya's eyes widened. "Look, meat. Come back at noon and I'll make braised pork for you. Oh, and a handful of candy for each of you."

As for the wine, Li Feng put it aside and ate a meat bun first, made some egg soup, and asked the two girls to eat more. "Don't get too tired when you go to work later." With that, Li Feng went out and hurried to the dam entrance.

"Anmin, let me drive the cart for a while. You're the leader of our manure transport team and you're supposed to be in charge of the overall situation. It would be a waste of your talent to let you drive the cart."

Li Feng consciously ran to Han Anmin's team. It was safer to stay away from the pipe. Although the old man seemed to be reasonable, who knew he would go crazy at that time.

Besides, Han Anmin has an ox cart, and it would be unreasonable for this guy not to take a ride.

Han Anmin thought this made sense. They had to transport manure to the fields today. There were three ox carts and one donkey cart, with more than ten young men involved. He was needed to take the lead in loading and unloading the manure.

"Then please slow down."

"Do not worry."

Li Feng happily took the old cow's hand, but the old cow seemed to still remember Li Feng's tricks yesterday and was a little reluctant and unhappy.

"Be good, I'll find a strong young man to give you some nourishment later." After patting the old cow's butt, Li Feng jumped onto the handlebars. Not to mention driving an ox cart, it really felt interesting.

As the task progressed, Li Feng's driving skills became more and more proficient. At the beginning, Wu Gou was still grumbling, after all, driving a cart was relatively easier. Although it required unloading the cart, it was still more comfortable than getting on.

"worn out."

Li Feng was exhausted after the whole morning. Although he took the opportunity to be lazy while driving the car, it was not appropriate to do too much when a group of people were watching.

For someone who has never done much work in his life, even if he is lazy and slacking off, this kind of work is enough to kill him.

Fortunately, the task of catching the bus is progressing well. It has now reached 80%, with only 20% left to complete. I will polish it in the virtual space later, and practice it in reality for another day and a half, and it will be almost done.

"Ouch."

"Be gentle, Daya."

"Oh my god."

Li Feng jumped up in pain. What happened to the kid? He turned around and saw Han Fuguo and a group of people standing by his bed. The posture was too scary. Li Feng fell off the bed and screamed.

"Uncle Fuguo, what are you doing?"

I was having a good massage when an old man came and pinched me. The guy was so painful that he almost cried. He was scared again. It was so terrible. How could he be so inhumane.

I wanted to mutter a few more words, but Han Anmin next to me gave me a look and said, "You guys are so awesome!" I had no choice but to get up and put on my shoes.

"What's going on?"

He was working fine in the morning, but why did he bring so many people with him in the middle of the day? Li Feng wondered.

"sit."

"Oh."

Why does it feel a bit like a trial by three judges? Li Feng thought of a word. He didn't do anything wrong, so this felt weird and scary.

What's going on? Li Feng didn't dare to sit down. He smiled and said, "Uncle Suanpan, I won't sit down. You and Uncle Fuguo can sit down."

There were only two broken bamboo chairs in the house, so Li Feng wisely chose to stand. What was going on? Li Feng winked at Han Anmin several times, but Han Anmin didn't seem to notice. "It's fucked up."

"Uncle Guofu, Uncle Abacus, what's going on?"

Li Feng saw that the atmosphere was a bit depressing, and he had no choice but to ask.

"Nothing, just come over to check your account."

"What are you settling?"

Li Feng was a little confused. Han Futian didn't give Li Feng any time to react before opening the notebook in his hand. "Since you've settled down at Daya's house, I have to talk to you about Daya's accounts."

"Oh."

"You said."

Li Feng had a bad feeling, especially when he stole a glance at Han Fuguo who looked calm and composed. Could it be that the morning incident was not over yet?

"Then let me tell you about it."

"Let's talk about the accounts from the year before last and last year first."

Han Futian rubbed his account book as he spoke. "The year before last I owed twenty-five dollars and fifty-three cents, and last year it was thirty-three dollars and forty-two cents more, so the total I owe is fifty-eight dollars and ninety-five cents."

“This is from previous years.”

Fifty-eight yuan and ninety-five cents. Li Feng had been here for a few days and had some understanding of the situation here. More than fifty yuan was definitely a huge sum of money for an ordinary farmer.

"Let's talk about this year's."

"I've figured it out for you."

Han Futian said slowly, "Based on the current work points, your family will probably owe the brigade around 40 yuan this year."

"Huh?" Damn, you're not kidding, right? That means I've done nothing but owe a hundred dollars in foreign debt. Stop it. "Uncle Tomita, you're not kidding, are you?"

"You must be joking."

Han Futian said calmly, "This is just an overestimation of your work points. These are from the brigade, and your own work points haven't been calculated yet."

"Ah I?"

"Money for Daya's mother's burial."

Han Futian said, "Your Uncle Fuguo borrowed five dollars, and your Uncle Fuqiang and I each contributed three dollars."

Li Feng originally wanted to say that this money had nothing to do with him, but looking at Daya and Erya, he thought, this money was his own responsibility.

"besides……."

"besides?"

Stop it, I already owe more than a hundred dollars. If I owe any more, it will be fatal. Li Feng was speechless. I am the holy body of debt, and the first song of Hanjiaba must be mine.

"Next is to calculate some of the expenses your family will need this year."

"I just calculated the grain for you. It's about right."

"Also, your roof needs repairing. It needs to be done in the fall, or you'll have a rough winter," Han Futian said. "It'll probably take about fifty people, plus food, materials, and so on. I'm afraid it'll cost more than twenty yuan."

Wow, it’s more than twenty yuan again. Li Feng nodded. This house is no good. It’s leaking everywhere and the roof is transparent.

"Also, your eldest daughter is not young anymore. Isn't it time to send her to school?"

"Gotta give it away."

It’s too late for Daya to go to school at her age, and Li Feng nodded and said there was nothing wrong with it.

"Tuition is one dollar and fifty cents a semester, books are fifty cents, and there's another fifty cents for stationery and other miscellaneous items, so that's another two or three dollars."

It's not that much. Li Feng nodded. Han Futian saw Li Feng nod and fiddled with his abacus. "According to the calculation, this will cost you more than 20 yuan, plus the 150 yuan above."

Wow, it’s only about 150 yuan. Li Feng swallowed his saliva. Hanjiaba’s first song was well deserved.

"That doesn't even include clothes, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar."

"Uncle Tomita, let's stop for a moment and let me take a break."

Li Feng thought that if he continued to calculate, the loss would probably be around 200 yuan. No, his own hotels and B&Bs were losing a lot of money, and this side was even more outrageous. It was the first loss for Hanjiaba. We can't play like this.

"Dong dong dong."

"Your Uncle Futian will settle the bill for you later, take a look."

Han Fuguo said calmly, "I have a score to settle with you, too."

"Uncle Fuguo, what's wrong? Besides the five dollars, do I owe you anything else?"

Li Feng felt sweat on his forehead. He thought, stop playing. The debt is quite large and he won’t be able to pay it off in a short time.

"It's a matter of ideology."

"You have some problems with your thinking."

"Serious petty-bourgeois ideology."

“Hedonistic thinking is rampant.”

Good guy Li Feng felt as if his head was buzzing and a big iron hat was put on him.

"I just bought some meat and wine."

Li Feng muttered softly, but when he saw Han Fuguo raised his pipe, Li Feng wisely chose to shut up. When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head and look at Han Fuqiang, Han Anmin, Han Anmin, Han Anding and others standing next to Han Fuguo.

Forget it, Li Feng felt that Han Fuguo was probably hoping that he would jump out, and might have beaten him up first. I won’t be fooled, Li Feng thought secretly.

What else can Li Feng say? Whatever you say is what it is. More than ten years after graduation, he is taking ideological classes again.

"Da, it's getting late and I have to work in the afternoon."

Li Feng glanced at Han Anmin who was speaking. Anmin was a good man. This guy had been in ideological class for at least an hour. If he kept talking, he would really be crazy.

"It's late."

"Okay, let's stop here for this afternoon."

"This afternoon?"

Li Feng thought, "Is there a sequel to this ideological education class?" He felt his head swell up. "No, Uncle Fuguo, Uncle Futian, I've fully realized my mistakes. I shouldn't have pursued temporary pleasures. I must always remember the fine revolutionary traditions of diligence and thrift, and never waste anything. I promise to eat only coarse vegetables and never meat. Is that okay?"

“The understanding is not deep enough.”

"For the next month, our brigade cadres will take turns teaching you at noon and in the evening. We will definitely reform you."

Good man, for a month, not letting me take a nap at noon and not letting me have a good rest at night, right? This is unacceptable. "No, I realize it, I realize my mistake very deeply."

Seeing that talking was useless, Li Feng decided to get down to business. "Well, Uncle Fuguo, it's getting late."

"This is how you eat at home."

Li Feng said, "It's just right. I can also recognize my mistakes. You guys should give me more criticism. After all, it's not possible for me to eliminate these bourgeois pleasures by myself. Otherwise, my mistakes would be even greater."

"That seems to be the case."

When Han Anmin thought about the wine and meat that Li Feng had, he realized that he had made a big mistake. Han Fuguo glared at Han Anmin.

"An Min is right. Uncle Fuguo, please take a seat. You must stay and criticize these pleasures."

Li Feng asked everyone to sit down as soon as he spoke, and he quickly cut the meat and fried it. The aroma of the meat made Han Anmin, not to mention Han Futian, a few others could hardly walk. The meat smelled so good. No, this petty-bourgeois enjoyment must be completely destroyed.

(End of this chapter)