My 1978 Hotel

Chapter 98: Going to the market to buy a black pot, two piglets

Wu Shengnan muttered, is it really that good? What kind of poem is this?

"Xiaoli, can I take a look?"

Wu Shengnan felt a little embarrassed after she finished speaking. After all, reading other people's letters was not polite and was even illegal. Fortunately, there was nothing else in the letter. Huang Xiaoli hesitated for a moment before handing the letter to Wu Shengnan.

After all, Li Feng didn't even prepare envelopes, which meant that there was nothing confidential about these letters, and the contents of the letters were mostly words of encouragement.

“The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to look for light…”

Huang Shengnan was stunned. Although she was not a literature lover, she actually liked poetry very much. Otherwise, she would not have joined the so-called Literature Lovers Club, although she did not participate in many activities.

“It’s really well written.”

"Yes, he is indeed a great writer, worthy of being published in People's Literature."

Wu Xiaofeng and Huang Xiaoli were full of praise, and Wu Shengnan had to admit that this person was truly talented. Several other letters also included a poem. "This poem might seem ordinary, but it's really good here."

"Yes, facing the sea, spring is warm and flowers are blooming. I didn't expect that Li Feng wrote this poem after going through life and death. From this perspective, this poem is not bad."

"No."

In order to deceive the readers who wanted to destroy themselves, Li Feng lied that he had such thoughts before, and even made up words like facing the sea, spring flowers blooming are flowers born in despair.

For a moment, Wu Shengnan's impression of Li Feng changed a lot. Although this man was lazy, cunning, and might be involved in speculation and profiteering, and was greedy by nature, he was not a good person, but at least he was not a bad person.

These letters show that although this person's heart is a bit evil, it is not completely black. He still has a way to comfort and persuade people. It's just that the things he said, such as having extra food coupons and endless money, are a bit weird.

They're about to self-destruct, and you're still saying this. The words of comfort you said earlier are so good, but the rest is redundant. "How about tearing up the rest?" Huang Xiaoli suggested quietly. If it were an ordinary person, Wu Shengnan would definitely disagree.

This is illegal, but the first part of Li Feng's letter was so well written. What's with the last few words? It seems like you really don't want to live anymore. Sending him food coupons or something is a bit outrageous. "Tear it up. I'll give it to Li Feng later."

"OK then."

"Oh, what does this person say? He says good things about himself, but sometimes he really is." Originally, these letters were well written and there was no problem in publishing them in the magazine, but the following few sentences were added, which was simply unbearable. You say that a beautiful flower has some feces underneath. Who wouldn't feel uncomfortable reading this?

Fortunately, this person had some self-awareness and left out a few lines of writing, which were quite simple to remove.

“It looks much better this way.”

"No."

Not to mention, if you casually opened or intercepted the letters of ordinary people, it would be a crime, but for Li Feng's letters, doing so was like being a beautician. "Leave these to me." Wu Shengnan put the intercepted letters into her pocket.

Li Feng actually couldn't help but write it, and later he felt a little regretful. It was not good for his image. Really, there is no need to write it with his left hand. If it was exposed, he would never admit it.

Alas, earning food stamps is easy, but getting royalties is a struggle. You can't write this, you can't publish that. The system rules are too rigid. Manuscripts that aren't mission rewards can't be published. If it's not "facing the sea, spring flowers blooming," it's considered poetry, but this one was rejected.

I'm afraid that if Li Feng's ancestor Li Bai comes along, he won't be able to publish his poems if he doesn't complete his tasks properly. There's nothing he can do about it. This person has different preferences. Few people read The Ordinary World in the beginning. When Van Gogh was alive, his paintings were garbage, only good for burning.

It can be seen that no matter how good your work is, it is useless if it is out of date. Besides, there is system control and there is nothing you can do about it.

Forget it, forget it. Li Feng didn't quite believe the letters would actually make it into the newspapers, even though there were a few crappy poems. "Alas, I have a clear conscience now. I've tried to persuade myself, and since that didn't work, I'm going to destroy myself. I don't need the money, the food coupons, or anything like that, so I might as well spend it on myself."

Thinking about it this way, Li Feng felt that he had done nothing wrong. He was neither noble nor despicable; he was just an ordinary, pragmatic person. "Second brother, pack up the letters and sort them out and take them back with you later."

"Don't worry, boss."

"After you've packed up the mail, please help me get some bamboo strips. I'll weave a few bamboo baskets and take them to the market tomorrow, along with other bamboo baskets and bamboo plaques. I've heard that these hand-woven bamboo baskets and other items can be bought and sold at the market, and it's not considered speculation."

As a craftsman, Li Feng never thought that he would make a living from this. It's really interesting. Now he has five or six bamboo baskets, two bamboo plaques, a bamboo basket, and a bamboo basket. "I still have some time to weave a bamboo basket."

I don't know how much this thing will cost, but I imagine it will sell for quite a bit, since it's pretty neat and beautiful. "Unfortunately, time is running out. Otherwise, if it were even better, it wouldn't be hard to sell it for a dollar or two."

"Boss, bamboo strips."

"Put it aside."

Gao put the bamboo strips aside. "How about we make a few more bamboo chairs? I think we can sell them for some money."

"Forget it, let's use our own weapons first."

Li Feng waved his hand. "You'd better take advantage of this free time and make more trips to get more antiques."

"got it."

Gao Jue thought that was right. What's the point of making bamboo chairs every day? They won't sell for much money. It would be better to make some antiques and porcelain and bring them back to the modern era. They can sell them for thousands or tens of thousands of dollars, and they can get a lot of money.

"By the way, Boss, who is our little girl?"

"Don't even think about it."

Li Feng was shocked. He thought Gao had fallen for Zhang Wenjuan. How young was this little girl to be so cruel as to do such a thing to her?

"Ah, Boss, you misunderstood."

Gao was speechless. What kind of person is his boss? He has such strange ideas. As for this child, no matter how shameless he is, he can't ask anyone to wash his feet if he is under 18 years old. People should still be kind. He may give birth to a daughter in the future.

Gao never orders foot-washing girls under the age of eighteen. He is a kind man, so how could he meet such a dishonest boss? Well, if it weren't for the money, Gao would have said a few words. "What are you looking at? I'm just reminding you, I'm kind, don't think too much."

"No, sir, I didn't think much of it."

"Your eyes are not right. You must be overthinking it."

"I really didn't."

Gao was speechless. "Boss, let's stop talking nonsense. I just asked casually. It's because there is a little girl at home. If anyone sees this guy, they will always ask about it, otherwise they can just pretend not to see it."

"You have."

"Boss, I really don't have any."

Gao was helpless. "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen the boss lady before. I believe you, boss, are not that kind of person."

"Really?"

"real."

Gao Ju wondered if his boss was sick. Why was he so conflicted? Or did he have some thoughts? He couldn't think about it. These bosses had such dirty thoughts. He didn't know how to be kind. Gao Ju lowered his head and didn't look at Li Feng, fearing that his true thoughts would be exposed.

"Alas, poor child."

Li Feng spent a lot of effort in the afternoon to pry open Zhang Wenjuan's mouth. This girl's life was actually not easy. She had the opportunity to go to high school and her grades were good at first, but she had to go home every day to take care of the children, do housework, and even help her sister-in-law take care of the baby at night.

All the household chores were thrown to her. She couldn't even handle homework. She was lucky if she didn't get to school late. She was also the worst-off in the family in terms of food and drink. Li Feng told Gao Jue about Zhang Wenjuan's situation, and Gao Jue was furious.

"How can there be such a brother and sister-in-law? They're simply inhuman." Gao Ju slapped the ground and stood up suddenly. "It was cruel enough to use him as a servant, but now he's been sent straight to the countryside. What kind of place is the countryside? How can such a half-grown child be well treated? He just exposed the scandal of Lijiazhuang a few days ago. These brother and sister-in-law are worse than beasts."

"Okay, okay, don't get excited."

Good guy, Li Feng felt that Gao didn’t mean it. Tell me, I, a boss, am not excited at all, but you are excited about Hammer. It seems that I am too ruthless and have no sympathy, you idiot.

"Boss, I'm not excited. I just can't stand this kind of thing. Sooner or later I'll go beat up her brother and sister-in-law."

"Good good."

You are so awesome, why don't you just go to heaven and beat people up? Your boss didn't beat anyone up, but you dare to beat people up. It's outrageous. "Okay, put the beatings aside for now. This girl needs to stay at home for a while. When we have something to do later, please stay away from her."

"Ah good."

Gao Jugang was so busy getting angry that he almost forgot that he had to be on guard against Zhang Wenjuan when she was at home from now on. There was no other way. They went back and forth to the modern world, and in the blink of an eye, there was no one there. It was too scary. He might mistake her for a ghost.

Daya and Erya were young and easier to fool, but Zhang Wenjuan was already half an adult. Although her life story was pitiful, she was related to him, so Gao Jue still felt it was best to send her away. Li Feng was a little speechless after listening to Gao Ju's words. He had been filled with righteous indignation just now, but now his face suddenly changed and he wanted to send her away.

“That’s not necessary.”

Li Feng said, "When the house is built, we'll live here. Once the door is locked, it will be convenient for us to go back."

"Boss, you've thought it through."

Gao Ju's flattery wasn't particularly clever, but Li Feng liked it. For an employee, making money comes first, and speaking well comes at least second. "But before we move into the house, I'm afraid we won't be able to go back."

"In two or three days, the beams will be put up and the grass will be basically ready."

Leave it for a few more days, dry it out, and as long as the weather is good, the house will be ready for living in within ten days or half a month. "It's just right, during this time, you and the boss can finish making the furniture, and I'll get some more knife loach and bamboo weaving."

"Okay, I'll tell the boss."

"Go."

Li Feng waved his hand and glanced at the bamboo strips. These were enough. "Alas, it's a pity there's no electric light at night. Gas lamps are good, but the main problem is that they use gasoline, which is quite expensive."

"It's OK for writing manuscripts, but I'm afraid it won't be enough to weave bamboo baskets."

"Oh, forget it."

I was just doing it for the mission, and I really wanted to be a bamboo weaving master. I made a few jokes. I was here to make a lot of money, not to do handicrafts. "After weaving this, I'll make dinner, and then go into the simulation space at night to raise pigs."

For dinner, Li Feng didn't cook. Zhang Wenjuan and Daya steamed some steamed buns and fried some pickled vegetables. The food was really bad, but luckily Li Feng brought some bacon. "Fry some bacon."

"Bacon?"

Zhang Wenjuan stared at Li Feng as he took out a piece of bacon weighing about three or four pounds from the firewood pile. How much meat would be needed to make so much bacon? It's hard to eat meat these days. Who has the spare money to buy meat and make it?

Besides, you need meat coupons to buy meat. A typical family only has a few taels of meat coupons per pound per month, which is not enough for everyone to eat. Li Feng thought this girl was ignorant and cut a piece that looked like half a pound. "Do you know how to stir-fry bacon?"

"Less likely."

Zhang Wenjuan's face turned red. Although her brother and sister-in-law usually asked her to cook, when the family bought meat, it was usually her sister-in-law who did it herself. She was far away from them, so it was difficult for her to even touch the meat, let alone fry it.

The fried meat was always the farthest away from her, and she might not even get to eat a piece of it during a meal. She really didn't know how to fry meat. "Then learn it. You'll have to do all the housework from now on."

"Ah."

Zhang Wenjuan was quite good at housework. She could make the bed, wash clothes, and cook. Of course, she couldn't fry meat or vegetables, but she could do physical work like fetching water. Li Feng took the knife, washed the bacon with warm water, and scraped it with the knife.

Zhang Wenjuan stood by and opened her mouth, but ultimately did not dare to say anything. It was such a waste. It was such good meat, why bother washing it? All the oil would be washed away. Looking at the plate full of oil and water, Zhang Wenjuan felt distressed and a little greedy.

"See clearly? This is how you wash bacon from now on."

"Ah."

Slice the meat, put it in the pan, and stir-fry the meat with chili peppers. The aroma filled the air. For the first time, Zhang Wenjuan felt the meat so close to her. "Stop staring at it, taste it quickly. Is it cooked?"

"I taste it?"

Zhang Wenjuan was stunned and looked at Li Feng in disbelief.

"Yeah, what's wrong, you don't eat meat?"

"No, I..."

This is bacon. Although Zhang Wenjuan has never eaten it, she knows that it is very delicious and would definitely eat it. However, she didn't expect Li Feng to let her taste it. She originally thought that she came to Li Feng's house to do housework and eat some steamed buns.

Unexpectedly, there was meat to eat. Zhang Wenjuan felt that Li Feng was a really good person. No wonder Wu Gongan let her stay at his house. This man had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. "Why are you still grinning like that? Come and try it. Okay, let's eat."

"Good good."

Zhang Wenjuan carefully picked up the smallest piece and put it in her mouth. It was so delicious. "How is it?"

"No taste?"

Li Feng muttered, what's wrong with this girl? He picked up a big piece and stuffed it into his mouth. Hmm, it's almost done. "Okay, it's done. Really, let's eat quickly."

"Oh oh oh."

Zhang Wenjuan quickly took the plate, brought the bacon to the table, and placed it in front of Li Feng. "Eat it, don't look at it."

"Eat them all."

Seeing that Zhang Wenjuan didn't pick up any food for a long time, Li Feng muttered, what's wrong with this girl? "Come, eat meat."

"Okay, thank you."

Zhang Wenjuan didn't expect Li Feng to pick up two big pieces of meat for her. She was a little dazed for a moment, as if she was back to her childhood when her father picked up meat for her. Li Feng didn't know that he was mistaken for a father, otherwise he would definitely call him. He didn't want to be Zhang Wenjuan's father.

"Is bacon so delicious?"

Li Feng muttered, "If you like it, eat two more. This isn't a good thing."

"Ah."

Zhang Wenjuan felt that Li Feng was a really good person, just as good a person as Wu Gongan. It would be even better if these two good people were a family.

"Ah."

Wu Shengnan muttered, "The weather is fine now. It's not cold at night anymore, so why am I still sneezing?" "Is someone talking about me?"

(End of this chapter)