My 1978 Hotel

Chapter 133: Calling writers to a tea party and recommending the desk
"How did you do that, kid?"

Han Furo's eyes almost popped out. How come this kid Li Feng is cooking so well? Didn't he say he just learned it yesterday?

"Uncle Spoon, how is it, is it okay?"

Li Feng was quite proud of himself. Not only did he learn quickly and had great strength, he was also smoother in operation than Han Fuluo. After all, Han Fuluo still had to rely on some skill, while Li Feng was more direct.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Han Fuluo couldn't bear to see Li Feng so proud, so he suppressed his surprise and said calmly, "We need to practice more."

"That's for sure."

Li Feng said, "I'll practice hard when I get back, and I'm sure to impress you, Uncle Shaozi."

"What?"

"Nothing. I said I would practice hard when I get back and not let you down, Uncle Spoon." Li Feng continued to cook with a smile and pulled the pot. Han Furo didn't dare to do so for fear that he couldn't pull it. After all, an iron pot of food is not light.

But for Li Feng, it is easy to lift more than 100 kilograms with one hand. Han Fuluo has nothing to say. He can't even do this operation with one hand. This kid is really strong. It would be a waste if he doesn't use it to move bricks.

"Boss Li's cooking in a big pot is very stylish."

Qin Yue whispered to Wu Tong, who nodded. Just holding the 1.2-meter-long iron pot horizontally looked quite handsome. "I wonder how it tastes?"

"I think it won't be bad."

This showed that Qin Yue had a high opinion of Li Feng. He had just started learning, and the taste was just so-so. What he cooked was not a good dish either. The pumpkin and eggplant pieces had to be added with water and stewed after being fried for a while.

"smell good."

Big pot dishes. Wu Zhenhua and Wang Yin looked at each other. They hadn't eaten such big pot dishes cooked with wood for many years. Although there have been some nostalgic big pot restaurants in recent years, they can never taste the same as before.

On the one hand, the vegetables nowadays are different from those grown at home in the past. On the other hand, the dining environment is different. After working for a whole morning, my stomach is growling with hunger. I am happy as long as I can eat my fill, and any taste is good.

But who are the people who eat those nostalgic big pot dishes? They have enough food and drink, and their stomachs are full of fat and water. It would be strange if they could taste like the past. After a while, the big pot dish was cooked, with a little bit of fat and water. This can be regarded as a benefit of hunting in the mountains recently.

There are a few extra pieces of meat in the big pot, and who gets to eat it depends on luck.

"Comrade Wu."

Han Fuguo didn't expect that Wu Zhenhua and his wife would also come to eat the big pot meal.

"Captain Han, excuse me."

"No way! I'm worried that the food won't suit your taste."

Han Fuguo took the bowl handed over by his wife and served some vegetables, then took two steamed buns. Today's steamed buns were pretty good. After all, Li Feng had sieved them, so they were not so prickly.

"pretty good."

Wu Zhenhua and Wang Yin ate the familiar big pot dishes and chewed the steamed buns which were full of memories. However, Qin Yue and Wu Tong almost spit out their food. The steamed buns were really disgusting, even worse than those sold in supermarkets.

The food in the big pot seemed to taste alright. Wu Tong and Qin Yue exchanged a glance, helplessly nibbling on the steamed bread. They couldn't just throw it away, considering they'd already paid for their lunch. "I don't know why they're eating so deliciously."

"You'll still enjoy the food even if you go hungry for a few days."

Li Feng brought a large bowl filled with pumpkin and eggplant pieces.

"It's much more unpalatable than the usual steamed buns you have at home."

"Of course not. My steamed bread is made with corn flour that has been sifted several times." Li Feng took a bite and ate a large mouthful of vegetables. "I told you, wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow we'll have mixed grain rice with rice crust. It tastes pretty good."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Qin Yue and Wu Tong murmured to themselves, thinking that they couldn't just return the vegetables and steamed buns now.

"Uncle Wu and Aunt Wang are eating very well."

Li Feng pointed with his chopsticks at Uncle Wu and Aunt Wang who were happily chatting with Han Fuguo and the others.

"Really? Why don't you feel your throat is strained?"

Wu Tong looked at his grandparents, who were really enjoying the meal, happier than at any banquet, and there was no waste at all.

"Hahaha, you guys don't understand this."

This is called sentiment. Li Feng finished the steamed bread in a few bites. "Eat quickly. I have to go back and write a letter soon. Can you help me?"

"write a letter?"

"Yeah, I want to invite some friends over for a tea party."

These days, not everyone has a telephone, so if you want to invite your writer friends to Hanjiaba, you can only write a letter.

A letter costing just a few cents was the most cost-effective way to communicate. In the afternoon, Li Feng finished writing the letter and rode his little black donkey to the commune post office. "Comrade Li Feng, you've arrived just in time," Wu Xiaofeng said, hurriedly inviting Li Feng to sit down.

"I should have delivered these letters to you, but the institute had to help distribute drought relief and disaster reduction documents in the past two days, so they were delayed." Wu Xiaofeng sorted out the letters from readers and the packages sent by readers.

Wow, Li Feng was a little confused looking at the pile of readers' letters and twenty or thirty packages of various sizes. "Why are there so many things?"

"Your new novel has been published."

After saying that, Wu Xiaofeng took out a letter placed beside him.

"So soon, I thought it would take a few days."

Li Feng muttered, "I don't have a sample letter." He took the letter and the remittance slip. "Finally, I have money."

It wasn't much, but it was still thirty or forty yuan. Wu Xiaofeng envied him when she saw it. "You writers are so enviable. One article you write is worth a month's salary for us."

"What's there to be envious of? I spent so much time revising a manuscript, and I only get this little money."

Li Feng didn't care too much. He exchanged the remittance slip and just bought some knife loaches. Now the ponds in the villages were basically dry, and the fish and shrimps had to wake up, otherwise they would just wait to die. By then, there would definitely be a lot of knife loaches.

Li Feng had decided to ask Han Anmin for this matter. He had good connections and knew people from all the surrounding villages. As for why he didn't ask Han Fuguo, Han Fuguo was the team leader after all, so it would be a waste of his talent to ask him for such a small matter.

Another thing is that Han Fuguo didn't have a very good relationship with the captains of other villages. Li Feng didn't want to make things worse, so Han Anmin was easier to talk to. Even if he didn't get along with Han Fuguo, he felt embarrassed to make things difficult for a junior.

Li Feng thought about it and felt that this amount of money was still a little too little.

"Why are you sighing? You're not happy with all this money."

"Alas, there are no food coupons or anything. If I want to buy some white flour, I have to find someone to exchange for food coupons." Li Feng said casually.

"I'll help you find someone to exchange for some food coupons later."

Wu Xiaofeng thought of the parcel and registered mail on the ground. "There are quite a few registered mails here. Maybe there are food coupons or something inside."

"That's fine."

Food stamps are good things, but ordinary readers are reluctant to give them up. Only some literary youths who particularly like them, and of course literary youths from well-off families, can use them. Generally speaking, if they want to be literary, they cannot do so without a solid foundation.

After packing up the letters and parcels, Li Feng went out and was a little confused. "Where's my donkey?" "No, where's my little black donkey?"

Damn, Li Feng was a little dumbfounded. He looked around but there was no hair left. "Damn, even the rope was taken away?"

"what happened?"

Wu Xiaofeng ran out when she heard Li Feng's shout. "What's wrong?"

"The little black donkey I was riding is gone."

Li Feng was at a loss for words. Damn, it was all his fault for being too naive in this world. He had forgotten what era this was. This was an era where innocence and barbarism were mixed together. There were many good people and bad people as well, and petty thieves were everywhere.

This was an era where fighting was not considered a brawl. Highway robbery was everywhere and could be encountered frequently. This time, Li Feng gave this era a hard slap in the face. A small black donkey disappeared in just a few minutes.

"what?"

When Wu Xiaofeng heard that Li Feng had lost his donkey, she hurriedly asked, "How did you get lost?"

"It was thrown away by the door."

"What did you tie it with?"

"A straw rope."

When Wu Xiaofeng heard this, she was shocked. "It would be strange if it wasn't lost. Even tying a bicycle with an iron chain wouldn't keep it in place. You're just tying a donkey with a straw rope. That's just asking for it to be lost. In this day and age, people can get lost while walking."

Savagery, madness, and purity coexist. Li Feng was a little naive today.

"never mind."

Li Feng sighed helplessly. It was a good thing he had come from a different time and space. If he were someone from this era, he'd probably go crazy. People in this era were prone to going crazy because of the extreme lack of material goods.

Others aside, Li Feng had an uncle who attended junior high school in the late 1980s. He had good grades and everyone thought he could go to university, but one incident caused him to lose interest in studying and drop out. Actually, the incident wasn't a big deal in the future; it was just a lost bicycle.

But it was a huge matter at that time. The family had finally bought a bicycle, but it was lost after just a few days of riding. It was a huge blow.

"Comrade Xiaofeng, is Huang Gongan at the commune?"

Li Feng thought about it and decided to ask someone to look for him. If he could find someone, that would be great. But if not, then he would just take it as a lesson. He was too casual and forgot what era he was living in.

"Oh, what a bad luck."

Li Feng muttered. "The security situation is really bad right now. I need to think about writing an article about the disappearance of the little black donkey."

Wu Xiaofeng was originally worried that something might have happened to Li Feng, but when she heard that he was in the mood to tease her, she was surprised.

"Then I'll wait and see."

Wu Xiaofeng said with a smile. She thought Li Feng was just saying it casually. Little did she know that Li Feng really wanted to try to write about it. After all, this problem was quite serious. "Shengnan is not in the commune. How about this, I give her a call."

Wu Xiaofeng returned to the post office and called Huang Shengnan at the County Public Security Bureau. Huang Shengnan had heard that Li Feng's donkey was missing. "I'll go to Maya Commune right away."

"Why are you in such a hurry to throw away a black donkey?"

The older woman next to her smiled and said that the case of lost items would earn at least five hundred yuan a month, if not a thousand. Ninety-nine percent of these cases didn't need to be taken care of. Who would have the time to deal with such trivial matters?

"Sister Liu, this lost donkey is not an ordinary person."

Huang Shengnan said with a smile. "He's a well-known writer in our county. He's planning to write an article about the disappearance of the little black donkey. We're afraid it'll be in the newspaper. If we don't find it, we'll be criticized."

"Ah, why is this guy like this? We can't let him write whatever he wants about this matter." Sister Liu thought to herself, if the little black donkey can't be found, how can you, a grown-up living person, not be able to find it?

"Sister Liu, I can't control this guy. He's been all over the capital's major newspapers."

Huang Shengnan said, "I'm afraid even my dad can't control them. I might as well write a letter to the capital."

"Ah, such a big background."

When Sister Liu heard this, she was like, wow, this little black donkey is really looking for something. "Shengnan, how about I go with you?"

"No need, Sister Liu, I'll go over and take a look first." Huang Shengnan called Maya Commune before leaving. When she learned that Li Feng's little black donkey was lost, Han Anjun rushed over immediately.

Unfortunately, all the commune cadres have gone to the countryside. Now is the most critical time for drought relief and disaster relief, and there are only a few people on duty in the commune.

"I called a few people and looked around, but I didn't see him. I'll ask the people around to see if they've seen him."

Han Anjun sighed. This was a really difficult matter. You have to know that these days, ninety-nine percent of things lost can never be found. Forget about the little black donkey. Even if you lost the imperial seal, it would be difficult to find it.

"Oh, this is the only way."

Li Feng thought to himself, "I'm so unlucky. Forget it. I'm afraid it will be hard to find it again. I'll be more careful next time. What a pity. Such a good little black donkey." "I have to go back and buy another one to bring back."

"Do you want to go back to the team like this? Do you want me to ride you there?"

Han Anjun saw that Li Feng had a lot of things in his bags and thought it would be very tiring for him to walk back.

"No need. Public Security Huang will come over later. I'll ask her to take it there."

"That's fine."

Huang Shengnan arrived quite quickly, but she brought another person on the three-wheeled motorcycle, which made Li Feng's plan to give her a ride go to waste.

"Hello, Comrade Li Feng, I'm Chen Daguo."

"Hello, Comrade Chen Daguo."

Li Feng shook Chen Daguo's sturdy hand. This man was clearly a force to be reckoned with. "What's the specific situation?"

"Well, today I came..."

Li Feng explained the details of the situation. Losing a black donkey, and a big black donkey that could be ridden, was a big case. Besides, the person who lost the things was a great writer.

"Oh, my bad luck! I was just joking about writing about the disappearance of the little black donkey later," Li Feng said with a wry smile. "I'm reminding readers, but it's my fault for not paying attention. Who would have thought the public security situation would be so bad now..."

"Sorry, sorry."

What Li Feng said was basically the same as waiting for a monk to scold a bald donkey in front of him.

"It's just a small matter, there's no need for Li Feng to write an article."

Chen Daguo smiled awkwardly and winked at Huang Shengnan. "Write it out and show it to me."

"what?"

Chen Daguo looked at Huang Shengnan in surprise. Girl, your father is the director. It would be a disgrace to your father if you embarrass him.

"Okay."

(End of this chapter)