My 1978 Hotel

Chapter 75 Comrade Li Feng, your conditions are too difficult, the condolence money must be sufficient
"Letters from readers?"

Li Feng was confused. This wasn't right. My Forget-Me-Nots article hadn't been published yet, so where would the readers come from? "Are you sure? People's Literature won't publish my article until next month, so where would the readers come from?"

"The educated youth from all over the country."

Huang Xiaoli paused for a moment, and Li Feng finally understood what was going on.

Well, "Scars" has been leaked privately. Who did this leak? Don't think about it carefully and don't let yourself get involved. According to the current situation, "Scars" will definitely become a banned book.

Li Feng smiled bitterly. What’s going on? These are all letters from readers of banned books.

Damn it, don’t play with me like this. After completing the system tasks, will I be able to publish a book? Will newspapers and magazines dare to accept the articles I write? This is going to push me into a dead end.

"Don't you want to take a look?"

"Ah, let's look at it later."

Li Feng reluctantly accepted the large bag of letters from readers. "Thank you, Comrade Xiaoli."

"It should."

"By the way, the provincial government has already notified the commune and will send someone over this afternoon. They should also be at Hanjiaba by then."

"Someone from the province?"

Li Feng was a little nervous, especially after hearing that "Scars" had spread. Now there were printed or handwritten versions of "Scars" all over the country. This was really terrible. It was really easy to make up the charges.

"take it easy."

Huang Xiaoli said with a smile, "From the tone of voice, it sounds good."

"Good thing?"

Is this true? Not criticizing or educating him, not arresting him is already a good thing. Li Feng really doesn't dare to think about it.

"Aren't you kidding?"

"Don't worry, it's better to clean up the house."

Wu Shengnan reminded him, and Li Feng nodded quickly. "Don't worry, I'll move the table and the bed out right away."

"What?"

Wu Shengnan and Huang Xiaoli were a little confused. Shouldn't they clean the room? Why did they move the tables and beds out? It didn't seem necessary.

"what?"

Okay, Wu Gongan, that's not what you mean. You are pretending to be poor. You are not rich to begin with, and now you are sick and can't do heavy physical work. Your children are still young and your family is still poor. The provincial leaders came, visited us, and expressed their condolences. How can you not give us money or things?

"fine."

"fine."

Li Feng thought he couldn't say his little thoughts out loud, as it would affect his image as a great writer. However, he also considered himself closer to the literati. There's a saying that goes, "A writer is a face in front of people, but a butt behind them."

He has a thin skin but a thick bottom, and he looks like a scholar. Li Feng plans to become a scholar himself.

Wu Shengnan and Huang Xiaoli had no idea of Li Feng's obscene thoughts. After the letter was delivered, Wu Shengnan went to the dam and talked about the matter of educated youth going to the countryside, then turned around and drove Huang Xiaoli back to the commune.

"Hurry up."

As soon as everyone left, Li Feng called Gao Ju and Gao Cheng.

"Help me take a look."

I opened the letters and found that the first one was written by an educated youth. He complained a lot and then I threw it aside. There was nothing good about this guy.

“From Shanghai.”

Seeing it was from Shanghai, Li Feng quickly opened it. Sure enough, there was something good inside. People from wealthy places are usually more virtuous. Inside the envelope were ten kilograms of national food coupons. "Ah, if you want to say people are refined, they know we are poor in the countryside."

"Take all the stamps off later."

Li Feng has recently developed a hobby of stamp collecting. He spent a long time opening so many letters and collected more than a hundred kilograms of food stamps, all of which are national food stamps. This is good because he can exchange them for local food stamps later.

"It's a pity I don't have any money."

"boss."

Gao Jue brought over a package. These days, there aren't many packages being sent. Li Feng took it and touched it. "What is this?"

"Take it apart and take a look."

"Ah, White Rabbit?"

Wow, this is definitely from Shanghai. It's just that the candy is a little melted, which is hard for her to handle in this hot weather. "I'll share it with the kids in the dam later."

"What should we do with these letters?"

"Why not burn it?"

Gao Cheng suggested this, but Li Feng thought to himself that this wouldn't work, and he had to pretend anyway. "Let's pack it up first and come back later."

"Oh, there's something we need to do quickly."

"What's the matter?"

Li Feng told the two of them that leaders from the province, region, county and commune would come to visit and express their condolences. Sure enough, Gao Jue and Gao Cheng had the same idea as Li Feng.

"Move the table out first."

"The bed's legs are broken."

Li Feng said, "It's just the right time to unload it. I'll fix it up later."

"And the iron pot that was repaired, shovel it away quickly."

"All the fish and shrimp have to be moved."

The walls were painted black, and the legs of the chairs and other items needed to be removed. "As for the grain jars, quickly pack up the cornmeal and store it elsewhere. Once the visiting cadres leave, bring it back."

"Make the gap in the water tank bigger."

"Last time I brought over cups, and I packed up all the dishes and put them at my sister-in-law's house."

Li Feng, Gao Ju and Gao Cheng were busy the whole morning. They finally cleaned the house. But when this guy looked again, he saw that the house was bare. Yes, it was really bare. The bedroom had only straw bedding, and the main room was empty with two or three broken chairs with broken legs.

The kitchen was empty, with a broken water tank and only the bottom of an iron pot left, and a broken and chipped ceramic bowl. "As long as the leader is still human, this time the condolence money will be indispensable."

"Yes."

Gao Ju was completely impressed by his boss. "Boss, do you want to tear down the new shed?"

"What a joke."

"You yell to your sister-in-law and the others and tell them not to come to work this afternoon. They will still get paid."

Alas, the house was built too early, but fortunately, only half of the rammed earth wall is now built, so it won't have much impact. "By the way, hurry up and pull out all the weeds in the backyard, otherwise it will look like we're not diligent enough."

Around 3 or 4 p.m., several Jeeps arrived in a flurry. Han Fuguo and Han Futian organized a group of people to go to the dam to greet the leaders. Deng Jun didn't really want to come, but he had no choice. He'd been so tired from just riding in cars all day.

Especially this section of dirt road is terrible. What kind of place is this? The road is so bad. No wonder there are such unruly people like Li Feng. It's so poor and bad here.

"Welcome, leaders." This guy has a lot of leaders, including Deng Jun, the leader of the provincial announcement department, Cheng Shengli, the deputy director of the regional propaganda department, Wu Desheng, the deputy director of the Tongcheng County Revolutionary Committee and Cheng Jinnan, the propaganda minister, as well as Gao Tianmin, the secretary of Maya Commune, and Wu Feng, the deputy secretary and director.

Han Fuguo only knew Secretary Gao Tianmin and Director Wu Feng. He didn't know any of the others. He was just the team leader of a production team in a mountainous area. How could he have seen so many leaders, including several jeeps?

Normally, you might only see it once or twice throughout the year, but now, several jeeps are parked in front of Li Feng's house, and a large group of people come to watch the fun, their eyes wide open.

"Whose house are you coming to?"

Han Wangshi has recently come back to life, and it seems her mother-in-law was really beheaded. There has been no news for many days. When she heard some noise at the entrance of the dam, she ran over to see what was happening.

"Who else could it be? Li Feng."

Several old women stood on tiptoe. "I heard this kid wrote something and got into trouble."

"Oh, I said it, that Li Feng is not a decent person at first glance. Now it's okay, right?" Han Wangshi wished that Li Feng would be arrested and shot immediately for scaring her precious grandson.

"What? They are leaders who came to visit us. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

The sister-in-law curled her lips and shouted, "Why don't these old women hope for good things from others?"

"Look, there are some who benefit."

Han Wangshi curled her lips and said, "Bah, she's a widow. I don't know how she makes a living. She's very dirty."

"That's not true."

Wu Gou's mother whispered, "I heard about what Lao Ba's family wore when they worked. Oh, no more, no more."

"A little slut who seduces men."

Han Wangshi glanced at her sister-in-law who came forward and shouted, cursing under her breath.

"Say less."

Shi Chunhua glanced at Han Wangshi. What kind of place is this? So many leaders came here, and they were all gossiping. "Alright, stop joining in the fun. The leaders came here to express their condolences to Li Feng. Why are you joining in the fun?"

"Is it really a consolation?"

Isn’t it to catch Li Feng? Han Wangshi was a little disappointed. God is really blind.

"Ouch."

"That bastard."

Han Wangshi was pricked and cried out in pain, shouting to her sister-in-law. Her youngest son Anding sneaked away and said, "Humph, this old witch is saying bad things about my mother."

"Please come in, leaders."

Li Feng saw people coming to the door and hurriedly greeted them. "Oh, I didn't know the leaders were coming, so I didn't prepare anything."

After entering the house, Han Fuguo and his friends were a little confused. How could the house be robbed? There was nothing left. "Uncle Fuguo, how about borrowing a few stools? The chairs in my house are missing some parts."

Han Fuguo glared at Li Feng. This bastard, this bastard is probably responsible for the family's misfortune.

"Anmin, go get some stools."

My goodness, so many leaders can only stand there stupidly, who dares to sit on a few broken chairs?

"Comrade Li Feng is truly poor."

"Boss, it's okay, it's okay. I have no problem eating and drinking. Apart from borrowing some food occasionally, everything else is fine." Li Feng said. "Uncle Guofu, can you arrange for me to stay here tonight?"

"We still have some cornmeal at home. I'll steam some steamed buns later."

Good man, Han Fuguo wanted to kick this guy to death. He thought I didn’t know what your family usually eats and even borrowed food from me.

"Hehehe."

Deng Jun and the others didn't know what to say. They looked around the room and saw that there wasn't even a bed. Then there were reporters taking a few photos. Fortunately, Han Anmin and the others had already brought in the chairs and table.

But when it came time to pour the tea, he was dumbfounded again. There was no thermos or cups. Li Feng looked embarrassed. "It's a rare visit for the leaders, and you see there's nothing good to offer. There's not even water to drink. It's really..."

"It's out of the way."

My goodness, this is really hardship. No wonder he wrote such an article. Well, it’s not his fault. These leaders would have criticized and educated him. After all, the article was still positive. But when I got home, I saw it.

How can you be positive? You sleep on the ground, you don't have a cup or thermos to drink water from, and even a broken pot can't boil much water. This guy's clothes are patched up, and you still have the nerve to say you're positive? He's almost starving to death, and his life is hard. How can you be positive?

Deng Jun was too embarrassed to speak, let alone others. Secretary Gao and Deputy Secretary Wu of the commune were even more embarrassed and said that the work had not been done well and Comrade Li Feng had suffered.

"Secretary Gao, Secretary Wu, what are you talking about?"

"I'm still young, so this is nothing. Compared to my elders, this is just a minor hardship," Li Feng said. "We live in New China now, and things are much better than before. Even though I don't have enough to eat sometimes, look at me, what nonsense am I talking about."

"Ouch, there's no water in the water tank."

I was originally planning to boil some water, but the water tank was broken a bit too much, and there wasn't much water in it, so it looked like some of it had leaked.

"Haha, I've wanted to replace this broken water tank for a long time." Li Feng's face turned a little red, and he felt a little embarrassed holding the broken gourd ladle in his hand.

"..."

What else can the leaders say? This is really a bare house with nothing good in it. Look at the iron pot, how can you boil water in it? I'm afraid half of a bowl of water will leak out.

There was also a half-open grain jar with some cornmeal at the bottom.

Corn cobs occupied at least half of the cornmeal, which were usually sieved out. Now they were all poured in. Han Fuguo and Han Futian's eyes jumped as they watched, what a bastard.

"Cough cough."

Li Feng coughed a few times. "Daya, go get Dad some medicine."

"Comrade Li Feng, are you okay?"

"It's okay, boss. It's cold in the mountains at night. I haven't had time to quilt at home yet. I have a cold. It's a small matter and won't affect my work." Li Feng coughed a few times and took the ceramic bowl. "What's wrong?"

"The medicine is gone." Daya said in a low voice.

"It's gone, it's gone. It's almost healed. I won't eat it anymore."

Li Feng sighed. It was obvious that the guy couldn't afford the medicine. After this wave of operations, Han Fuguo and Han Futian were completely impressed. This bastard was really amazing. He was much better than them who just complained about poverty and hardship.

Didn’t I see several leaders starting to discuss in low voices, wondering how this guy could not be given more consolation money or more supplies? Look at him, such a promising educated youth who has taken root in the countryside and is about to publish an article in People’s Literature, is living in such poverty.

This is because the production teams, communes, and counties have not done their job well. The regions and provinces should have a good talk with these grassroots units. How can a great writer live like this? How can he write positive articles?

Although Li Feng's words were very positive, difficulties were right in front of him. After facing difficulties for a long time, he would always complain. Alas, the birth of "Scars" was probably related to Li Feng's miserable life.

At this moment, Deng Jun wanted to strangle the leaders of Maya Commune and Hanjiaba Production Team for their dereliction of duty.

Deng Jun thought the ten yuan the ministry had approved was too little. "I'll have to make up for it myself. It's too hard. I'll have to report this to the leadership when I get back and try to get a subsidy for Comrade Li Feng."

Alas, the regional propaganda minister could only sigh at this time. It was no wonder that the writer wrote such an article. Life was too hard. Most people would have given up on such a life long ago. Look at how positive and noble writer Li was.

I heard that he also adopted two orphaned children. He is truly a moral role model and a role model for humanity.

We need to publicize and commend Comrade Li Feng so that comrades across the region can learn from his spirit of not fearing hardships and striving for progress.

Good guy Li Feng didn’t know this. He just wanted to get more subsidies and benefits, and didn’t think much about anything else.

(End of this chapter)