My 1978 Hotel

Chapter 55: Poet Li buys a bicycle to eat meat
"First, let's sort out the things we brought with us, and then figure out how to deal with that old woman."

Li Feng greeted Gao Ju, and Gao Cheng took advantage of the break at noon to pack up the items he brought yesterday.

"Facial cream, shampoo, sewing kit, benzyl alcohol, hairpins, plastic combs, hair ties, plastic flowers, buttons, lip balm, solid soy sauce, etc. are all there." Gao Ju and Gao Cheng counted all the small items, and found that nine of them were not missing.

Li Feng thought that was fine. He checked the recorders and found two of them. There were three of them, so one might have surpassed the latest technology in the world. "The soaps are all from Shanghai, and the watches are all good."

A few other small chocolate pieces and seasonings were all there, but the nine articles I'd brought were completely blank. "What the hell? Shit." This was the most valuable item I'd brought this time, and it was gone.

Li Feng was puzzled. The system came out and explained that the authors of six of the nine articles had already started to conceive, and three of the articles were representative works, which were now replaced by three articles on postpartum care for sows for Li Feng.

Damn it, Li Feng is going crazy, and he is playing like this, don’t joke, what’s wrong with his masterpiece, this is not good, why?

The system considered compensating him with an article, which Li Feng clicked on and took a look. "Never mind, let's just leave it at that."

Without further ado, Li Feng's compensation article was pretty good. "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" might be a bit short on words, but the poem was still quite good. "Really? Now, it's a good thing I can't even copy my masterpiece. System, you're being too controlling."

As for the three articles on postpartum sow care, they're quite a few, totaling nearly 50,000 words. They could fill a whole booklet. "Give it a try. If they're accepted, the minimum fee is three yuan per thousand words, which isn't bad at all."

A little over a hundred yuan, plus the reward for the sharpshooter mission and the reward promised by the county, plus the poem "Facing the Sea with Spring Flowers Blooming", there is still some money left, which is enough to buy a bicycle.

"I need to be more thoughtful when choosing articles next time."

Li Feng put the compensation article aside while thinking. "The carbon disulfide and white phosphorus weren't spilled, right?"

"No, I brought them all."

"That's good."

Li Feng casually put Daya and Erya's shoes aside. The two girls' shoes had been worn out before, so this time Li Feng brought them two pairs of embroidered shoes that were pure handmade and very thick. "Let's start preparing after work is over in the afternoon."

Fishing line, hooks, black fishing rod, carbon disulfide and white phosphorus solution, recorder—everything was ready, just waiting for nightfall. "Hurry up and pack up, Daya and Erya should be home soon," Li Feng had just instructed Daya and Erya to take some noodles to Uncle Fuguo's house to exchange for some pickles.

"It's a pity there isn't a single camera."

How about making a short film? As for the main actors, it's the Han and Wang families. "By the way, I need to ask Uncle Fuqiang if the militia will be patrolling tonight and what the patrol route is. Don't let them block our way when no one is scared."

In the afternoon, in order to find out the news from the militia, Li Feng did not go to work but participated in the militia training. He shot guns all afternoon. During this afternoon, the completion rate of the sharpshooter mission experience reached 80%. It would not be a problem to meet the standard after practicing for two more days.

"You guys go back first, I'm going to Uncle Fuguo's house."

Li Feng planned to go to Han Fu's house to borrow a kerosene lamp. The entire production team had only one kerosene lamp. This thing was quite interesting, and its high brightness was suitable for Li Feng to write manuscripts at night.

"Li Feng is here."

"Auntie."

Li Feng said with a smile. "Is Uncle Fuguo back?"

"Inside the house."

Shi Chunhua said with a smile. "Just tell me, if you want pickles, just tell me. Why would you trade them for noodles?"

"It's better not to go empty-handed."

At noon, Li Feng asked Daya and Erya to come and exchange pickles just to find an excuse. Unexpectedly, Shi Chunhua didn't want his noodles and gave him a big bowl of pickles for free.

"Kid, why are you so polite?"

"Who's coming?"

"Li Feng."

Han Guofu muttered to himself, "What's the matter?" He wondered if the Han Wang family had caused any trouble this afternoon.

"Uncle Guofu."

Li Feng walked quickly into the room. It was filled with various items, presumably used as an office. "Uncle Guofu, I've had some ideas lately, and I wanted to take advantage of this less busy time to write a few articles."

"How many articles should I write?"

Good boy, you're really capable, but why did you ask me to write the article? Li Feng smiled at Han Fuguo, puzzled. "It's not that the oil lamp at home is too dim, so I thought of borrowing the gas lamp from the team. That one is brighter."

"Borrow a gasoline lamp."

Han Fuguo hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay, I'll lend you the lamp, but you'll have to pay for the oil yourself."

"Row."

You need a ticket to buy oil now. You can't buy it without a ticket. However, the production team has a batch of oil every year, which makes it much easier than buying it as an individual. "An Min, take Li Feng to the warehouse and find the gas lamp for him."

"Add two more pounds of oil." "A dozen lampshades."

"okay."

Han Anmin quickly agreed while he went to look for the key to the warehouse. Li Feng thought to himself that he should be careful with the lampshade when he lit it later, so as not to break it. Inflating the gas lamp was quite fun, and Li Feng played with it for a while.

"I'm going to work hard on my manuscript tonight and submit it tomorrow morning."

Li Feng didn't forget to tell Han Anmin, "Try to earn more royalties and buy a bicycle. Going to the commune every day is a chore. If I want to eat meat, I have to get up early and work late to grab it."

"Good boy," Han Anmin said, glaring at his boss. "In order to buy meat, he actually had to buy a bicycle. What should I do? Should I go back and tell him how much a bicycle would cost?"

"What do you say?"

Han Fuguo slammed the table and stood up. This bastard actually wanted to get a bicycle just to buy meat early. This was outrageous. As the secretary of the Hanjiaba Brigade, he didn't even buy a bicycle.

"No."

Han Fuguo was about to go find Li Feng when Shi Chunhua quickly stopped him. "Don't be impulsive, man. Daya and Erya's issue hasn't settled yet. What are you going to do now? If you get angry and slap him, maybe it was just a conversation, but you'll make it a real fight."

"Besides, bicycles are so expensive."

Shi Chunhua said, "It took our fourth child half a year to save enough. Not to mention the bicycle ticket, you can't buy it without 100 or 200 yuan."

Han Fuguo thought it was true, but he still needed to give him a warning. If not now, he would have to find a suitable opportunity in a few days. "This bastard is so arrogant! He can only get ten or eight yuan for an article, so he is so arrogant. I will give him a good talk later."

He didn't know that Li Feng had a 50,000-word booklet on postpartum care for sows. As long as it could be published, he would get at least 150 yuan in royalties, and there would also be a sharpshooter mission.

"The only place you can submit poetry to is Poetry Magazine."

It would take several months for the Star Poetry Magazine to resume publication. Li Feng thought about it and decided to come up with a pen name. Otherwise, he would publish poetry and postpartum care for sows at the same time. This guy seemed a bit out of place.

"Maple, or plum."

I turned around and was just struggling to decide which one to choose when Gao Jue and Gao Cheng made a gesture. "Is everything ready?"

"It's all packed."

"Then let's get started."

Originally, Li Feng was planning to wait, but in the afternoon, Han Laoliu with the crooked neck mentioned the debt of Li Feng's family, whether intentionally or unintentionally. He roughly meant that they owed the team so much money, yet they still ate and drank so well.

"Put on eye drops."

Not to mention that the Wugou family really made a fuss. This group of people thought they were easy to bully, and they would not be comfortable unless they taught Han Laoliu's family a lesson.

"It's a pity there's no fucking recording of Han Laoliu."

A few days ago, Li Feng and his companions privately inquired about some bad things in Han Fujing's family. There were quite a lot of them, for example, Han Wang's mother-in-law was probably starved to death by her son and daughter-in-law. This gave Li Feng some new ideas, so he asked someone to make a recording after he returned.

There were just some vague ghost sounds, but I think it shouldn't be a big problem. When the ghost fire comes out, who wouldn't be terrified when seeing it? Especially Han Wangshi and Han Fujing, they might have something to hide. Hehe, at that time they would shout out something like "Son, I'm so hungry and feel so uncomfortable, come down and keep me company."

"Walk."

The militia is currently patrolling the intersection outside the village and won't be able to come over for a while, which is a perfect time for action. "Let's go."

The three people have clear division of labor. Gao Cheng is responsible for flying, Li Feng is responsible for execution, and Gao Ju is also responsible for maneuvering, keeping watch, and observing.

"How long have the lights been off?"

"About half an hour."

Gao Jue said, "The old woman lives in the big house, not far from the left wall. If you go in from the front with your fishing rod, it's right in front of the window."

"Cough cough cough."

The recorder was hung up and sent to the window. Waves of mournful ghostly voices echoed from the windows of Han Fujing and Han Wangshi. "Fujing, Fujing's wife..."

"What sound?"

She had just fallen asleep and was not in deep sleep when she was awakened by the constant shouting from the window.

"...Mrs. Tomi, I'm so hungry..."

"mother?"

Han Wangshi suddenly sat up in shock, her face changing.

(End of this chapter)