My 1978 Hotel

Chapter 135 Dozens of Writers Gathered at Hanjiaba
"What did you say?"

Chen Daguo's face changed. "What kind of writers' tea party is this?"

"when did it happen?"

"tomorrow."

Huang Shengnan said calmly, "The writers from the region and the county have all accepted the invitation and will be at Hanjiaba for a tea party tomorrow."

"Is this an exaggeration? I just lost a little black donkey..."

Chen Daguo was a little panicked. A little black donkey prying the writers of an entire region, this was a big deal. "Come with me, we need to report this to the director."

"Let's go."

Huang Shengnan put down her teacup. "But I'm afraid there's no way to stop this."

"Oh, this thief is so despicable. Why did he steal the donkey of a great writer?" Chen Daguo wanted to catch this little thief and whip him a few times. He might cause a big commotion and even alarm the county leaders.

Really, now I just hope that Li Feng doesn’t make too much noise, otherwise they will be in trouble.

Li Feng didn't know this, as he was busy arranging the furniture. "Almost done, move the bookshelf a little further in. Yes, that's about right."

"The house is still a little small."

After placing the desks and bookshelves, the space looked a bit crowded, but Wu Zhenhua said this was the best way to go. "Uncle Wu, why don't you join us tomorrow? It's perfect for you to teach everyone."

"Forget about the class."

Wu Zhenhua waved his hand. "When the time comes, I'll help you keep an eye on it."

"How's the cleanup going at the granary?"

"almost."

Li Feng said, "I don't know if it will be enough if all the desks are laid out. This is the only way now. Time is too tight. There's not enough time."

"But there are enough peanut cookies, and we have tea too."

"I brought a lot of cups and teapots with me a few times before, so it's enough." Li Feng said with a smile. "The only thing missing is the performance, otherwise it would really be like a tea party."

"Where's lunch?"

"Lunch will be fine. People aren't so particular these days," Li Feng said. "I bought some rice. We'll make mixed-grain rice and stir-fry a few dishes. We also have some sausages, bacon, and game in the brigade."

"My craftsmanship is alright."

Li Feng's cooking skills for big pot dishes have improved a lot recently. Han Fuluo is now regretting it so much that his intestines are turning green. When he got home, he often complained to his eldest son. If he hadn't gone into the mountains to live a more leisurely life, this job would have fallen on Li Feng.

Now, Li Feng has learned all his skills. It seems that it won’t be long before his cooking skills are even better than this old man’s. This is simply incredible.

"It's good."

Wu Zhenhua had to admit that Li Feng's cooking skills had improved visibly. The dishes in the big pot were getting better and better every day. Not to mention the members of the production team, even those who came later thought the food tasted very good.

It's amazing that such simple vegetable stew tastes just as good as those fried by the chef. Wu Tong and Qin Yue even joked that after returning home, Sister Wu wouldn't have to go to work anymore because Li Feng would be enough.

Li Feng was quite proud. Of course, his cooking skills were still a little behind Sister Wu's. However, he would learn more tonight. Maybe his skills would improve a little tomorrow. By then, Sister Wu might not be able to match him in making big pot dishes.

"But have you decided on a specific theme for this tea party?"

Wu Zhenhua asked, Li Feng had planned to discuss scar literature from the beginning. After all, he had just published an article, and coupled with the scars that were popular in private, he could be considered a representative figure of scar literature.

Talking about scar literature is not at all abrupt and easy. Of course, Li Feng does not intend to talk about it at length, just a little bit. After all, this time he is more about recommending furniture such as desks and bookshelves, and talking too much may overshadow the main topic.

“Scar literature?”

Wu Zhenhua had this type of work in mind, and it seemed perfectly appropriate at this time. "With so many educated youth returning to their hometowns, the market for scar literature is enormous. While it has its limitations and timeliness, it's been quite mainstream for the past three to five years."

Wu Zhenhua doesn't deny scar literature's short lifespan; at least at this stage, it's quite resilient. For young artists, this topic is truly captivating, especially given that Li Feng still occupies a significant position in the scar literature landscape.

"Actually, the district and county invited me to talk to them about scar literature early on, but I really didn't know what to say at first. Fortunately, I went back and looked up some information recently." Li Feng probably had some understanding of the background of scar literature.

It's not a big problem to fool some people, not to mention that Li Feng only wants to throw out some ideas. He won't give people free lessons for no reason. He has said it once and that's it. What will he say next time? The furniture will be easier to sell if more people come and go.

"Uncle Wu."

Li Feng shared an idea with Wu Zhenhua. "What do you think? Should we borrow some name? For example, the desk design was sent to me by a Shanghai reader who referenced the most popular desk and bookshelf designs in Shanghai?"

"That's something you can give it a try."

Wu Zhenhua said, "But there's no need to emphasize that it's from Shanghai."

"Okay, then let's talk about the latest designs for coastal cities."

Li Feng sighed. "It would be even more perfect if we could do some photo synthesis. After all, color photos are rare these days, let alone synthetic ones. I'm afraid no one would guess they're synthetic."

"Having photos will definitely help with publicity."

Wu Zhenhua nodded. "But it's better to be cautious. After all, the overall situation is still the same as it was a few years ago, and government policies have changed significantly."

"Yes."

Li Feng participated in several studies a while ago, but now that he is working on drought relief and disaster reduction, he has studied less.

"Then just do some publicity."

Take photos, but don't give anyone with ulterior motives a handle. After all, this is 78, not 88. Now is not the time to make a lot of money. At least wait a few years, when policies encourage people to get rich first. Otherwise, if you get too rich now, you could end up in jail.

Wu Zhenhua knew this much better than Li Feng. Fortunately, the furniture belonged to the entire collective, and Li Feng didn't make any money from it. At most, he got a little more work points and a little more food. Of course, no one knew about the kickbacks given by the Spacetime Hotel.

When the time comes, he will exchange them for antiques. Just think about bringing the antiques with him. He will take his time here. Sooner or later, he will become a rich man. Li Feng is not in a hurry at all.

"By the way, I need to tell Uncle Fuguo about picking someone up tomorrow."

Although most people came here by bicycle, some young artists couldn't afford that. Arriving at the brigade, Li Feng found Han Fuguo. "Don't worry, An Min will bring a few people to pick you up tomorrow. We guarantee nothing will go wrong."

"That's great. I feel relieved to have An Min here."

"You have to prepare here too."

"Don't worry, Uncle Fuguo, I have prepared everything that needs to be prepared." Li Feng patted his chest to assure. Han Fuguo was still somewhat skeptical. Although Li Feng could write manuscripts, he was not a reliable person.

It's okay to be lazy and slack off, but for such a big matter, you have to be careful and it's always right to give a few more instructions.

The next morning, Li Feng started to get busy.

Although he didn't have to help Uncle Shao with the big pot of food today, there were quite a few writers coming this time, so Li Feng prepared all the food and drinks himself, which was quite a lot of work. Wu Tong, Qin Yue, Wang Yin, and Su Su helped Daya and Erya pick and wash the vegetables, but he still had to do the chopping.

Preparations must be made in advance, otherwise Li Feng will have no time when the writer comes. As for cooking, it is simple. After the meeting, Li Feng can start directly. As for the multi-grain rice, just set up the firewood and tell Uncle Zhang and Daya.

Originally, Han Fuguo suggested asking Han Fuluo to cook, but Han Fuluo actually said that Li Feng's cooking was more delicious. Han Fuguo really didn't expect this guy.

"Here they come." Chen Daguo watched several bicycles pass by him. "Is it a writer from the county?"

"Yes."

"I know him. Teacher Wu once gave me a lecture."

"This is trouble."

The district is a bit far away, so we won't arrive until around 9:00 or 10:00. Otherwise, Chen Daguo would be even more worried. "Shengnan, you're familiar with Writer Li. Can you come over and sit in on the class? We can communicate with you if anything happens."

Yesterday he went to report to Director Wu. There was no way to stop this. He could only find the little black donkey as soon as possible. Everything would be easy if he found the little black donkey. Otherwise, it would be difficult to talk to Li Feng about this matter.

"Ok."

Huang Shengnan did not refuse this time. After all, her father had come to see her yesterday. This matter could be a big deal or a small one. If it got really out of hand, her father would be in trouble.

"Then you should go over quickly."

Chen Daguo said, "Ride the motorcycle over there. This bike will be yours for the next few days."

"Thank you, Team Leader."

"By the way, don't forget to bring some candy and cookies."

Chen Daguo said with a smile, "The more courtesy, the less blame."

"Team Leader, are you sure you want to do this?"

Huang Shengnan felt a little uncomfortable and brought gifts to Li Feng's house.

"The bureau will reimburse you."

Chen Daguo said helplessly. "After all, this incident was caused by the loss of the little black donkey. It's our responsibility."

"I see."

Huang Shengnan sighed helplessly. She had put in a lot of effort, but there was no clue about the little black donkey. No one had seen it, and she had no idea about the theft process. If she hadn't asked the supply and marketing cooperative, the post office would have indeed seen Li Feng riding the little black donkey.

Huang Shengnan even suspected that Li Feng had reported a false case. Now that Little Black Donkey could not be found, he must be unhappy and had organized a writers' seminar. Who knows what earth-shattering articles he would write. By then, the entire county public security and even the leaders of the Revolutionary Committee would be embarrassed.

If it were published in a major publication in the capital, the impact would be even greater, and the entire province would probably pay attention to it. At that time, suffering a loss would be considered a minor matter. Chen Daguo was depressed, and Huang Shengnan suffered with him.

Huang Shengnan bought some biscuits. Fruit was difficult to get, but luckily she had some at home.

"Tu tu tu tu."

Li Feng, who was talking to a few writers, heard the sound of a motorcycle outside. "Excuse me, everyone, please take a seat while I go check it out."

"you busy."

Several writers didn't care. Li Feng had quite a few books, many of which were sent by readers. I really didn't know why they wanted to send Li Feng some newly published world classics and literary works. It seemed that they were afraid that Li Feng wouldn't be able to see these newly published books, which would be detrimental to his writing.

Well, it’s Li Feng’s fault for pretending to be so pitiful in the article, so it’s not surprising that this result happened.

"Huang Public Security?"

After leaving the yard, Li Feng saw that it was Huang Shengnan. "Please come in."

"A few cookies...fruit."

Huang Shengnan paused for a moment, seeming a little embarrassed. "Oh my goodness, a gift! This is Huang Gongan, right? He can't be a fake, right?" "Huang Gongan, are you here for the writers' tea party?"

"Oh yes."

"Then come in, there are already several writers here."

Li Feng said with a smile, and after entering the room, he introduced everyone. "This is Huang Gongan, also a literature lover. He heard we were having an event and came to take a look."

"welcome."

In fact, some of the writers who came this time are just literature enthusiasts, and their articles have never been published outside the region.

"Thank you."

Huang Shengnan secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Li Feng didn't think much about it.

"Huang Public Security."

Li Feng whispered, "We're planning to have lunch together. Each person will get half a pound of food coupons, and 15 cents for food."

"Ah, okay."

Huang Shengnan quickly took out a pound of food coupons and two cents, and Li Feng took them and gave them change. For the next few minutes, Li Feng was busy meeting the more than ten writers and literature enthusiasts who had arrived earlier from the county.

The discussion was so lively that Huang Shengnan even forgot her purpose and joined in. Li Feng's work was inevitably discussed as a model. At around ten o'clock, the writers from the region finally arrived.

More than 20 people held a tea party in the granary, with biscuits, tea, and some melon seeds. Li Feng first made an opening speech and talked about the background of scar literature and the current development situation.

“It’s quite lively.”

Li Feng didn't say much and just spoke briefly for more than ten minutes.

Next, everyone expressed their opinions on scar literature creation, and occasionally mentioned several articles by Li Feng.

"How about it?"

"Quite interesting."

Huang Shengnan, forgetting her own purpose, joined in the discussion. The discussion lasted until past midnight, when Li Feng went to cook lunch. It wasn't anything fancy, just a stew of seasonal vegetables, winter melon, pumpkin, and eggplant with a little meat.

I cut some red sausage and made some cold cucumber salad. Fortunately, the seasoning was brought over from later generations, and the taste was amazing. At least the writers praised it again and again. Especially when they learned that the big pot dish was prepared by Li Feng, they praised it again and again.

The afternoon was more about private communication, and the time in between was like an advertisement. Li Feng first asked everyone to help promote the furniture in Hanjiabao, and of course, he recommended it more to these writers.

Before anyone else could say anything, Huang Shengnan was very fond of the desks and bookshelves made by Hanjiaba and immediately gave a five-yuan deposit. "Wow," Li Feng thought to himself, "this is one of ours, Huang Gongan. He's doing really well today."

Not only did he show his support during class, but as soon as he finished speaking, Huang Shengnan was the first to step forward and place an order. This guy was really giving him face.

"I'll order one too."

"It's pretty good."

Li Feng smiled, noticing quite a few people were interested. "On behalf of the Hanjiaba Production Brigade, I assure you that we will strive for excellence in quality. By the way, if you order a desk or bookshelf today, you can get it delivered to your home for free."

"Normally, in our county, it costs two dollars for door-to-door delivery." Li Feng emphasized that as for the transportation cost, the furniture would be sold first.

"Then I'll order one too."

Some of them were just tempted and hesitant at first, but when they heard about free door-to-door delivery, they saved two dollars and expressed their desire for a set. The most important thing is that the desk and bookshelf are really nice-looking.

(End of this chapter)