My 1978 Hotel

"What's wrong? What did Third Brother call me for?"

Han Futian was doing the accounting. Recently, the furniture factory had received new orders from time to time, and each set cost dozens of yuan, which had to be recorded in the accounts and calculated as work points.

"Uncle Futian, there's a car coming to Li Feng's house, and my dad asked me to call you over."

"What? A sedan, going to Li Feng's house?"

Han Futian was so frightened that he shuddered and the pen in his hand fell on the table. Could it be that the higher-ups knew about Li Feng's furniture business and sent a car to arrest him? That wasn't right. Wu the public security officer in the county was not Li Feng's friend, so why didn't he say hello?

"Let's go."

Han Futian didn't waste any time. He packed up his account books and quickly left the yard, trotting to Li Feng's house. A number of people were already gathered outside the yard. "Go, go play somewhere else," Han Futian waved, sending the little kids away.

"Third brother."

"Tomita is here."

Han Fuguo didn't expect Han Futian to come so quickly.

"Third brother, what's going on?"

"I don't know who it is, but it sounds like Li Feng has written another article." Han Fuguo had just arrived and didn't understand what was going on, but fortunately it wasn't a bad thing.

"Another article?"

Han Futian muttered, "Didn't he just write an article two days ago? How come he wrote another one? This kid is too good at writing. I heard others say that writers are precious. It's a great achievement to write one or two articles a year. How many articles has this kid written?"

As they were talking, Liu Sheng and Wu Shengnan were about to leave, so they hurried over to meet them. "Leader, are you leaving now?"

"Who are these two?"

"Director Liu, this is Comrade Han Fuguo, the team leader of Hanjiaba, and this is Comrade Han Futian, the accountant."

Li Feng said with a smile. "Uncle Fuguo, Uncle Futian, this is Director Liu from the Post and Telecommunications Bureau."

"Director Liu of the Post and Telecommunications Bureau."

The two of them hurried forward and shook hands with Liu Sheng, and Liu Sheng inevitably instructed them to take good care of Li Feng, the great writer.

"Director Liu, I'm not a great writer."

"Writer Li, you are too modest."

In Liu Sheng's opinion, Li Feng is a truly great writer. He has published articles in Capital Magazine and is now going to publish a novel. If this is not a great writer, then what is?

"A great writer?"

Han Fuguo and Han Futian exchanged a glance. This kid was so capable now that even the director called him a great writer. "Director Liu, don't worry. Li Feng is in our team. We will definitely take good care of him."

"I can rest assured that."

Li Feng thought to himself, this Director Liu is really a man of his time. Logically speaking, a writer like me shouldn't have much to do with the Post and Telecommunications Bureau. He personally delivered the remittance slip and drove me home.

He forgot that the status of a writer in those days was different from that in later generations. He had great influence on local officials. Some people were even appointed to local positions because of their good writing skills.

After seeing off Liu Sheng and Wu Shengnan, Han Fuguo and Han Futian curiously asked if the director of the Post and Telecommunications Bureau had come again?
"Nothing, just send me the remittance slip. I wrote a book a few days ago, and the magazine has accepted the manuscript." Li Feng said it lightly. He didn't even know how strict manuscript review is these days.

Generally, a work can only be published after it has passed several levels of review by the editor-in-chief, chief editor, and chief editor. The articles he copied are all well-known, and Xu Mao and his daughter have even won the Mao Dun Literature Award for their excellent works.

Besides, Li Feng is famous enough. He is now the most popular and talked-about leader in scar literature. There are countless people who want to ask him to write articles. This is why the manuscript was approved in less than half a month.

Generally, manuscripts still need to be revised, and may not be published even after half a year or a year. It can only be said that he is lucky. Now that Hongyan has just resumed publication, there are not many articles. If you wait for another two years, your Ordinary World may not be approved in one go.

"Don't you usually send the remittance slips from Xiaofeng? Why are you bothering the director this time?"

Han Fuguo was puzzled.

"A little more this time."

"A little more?"

"It's the article I talked about last time."

Han Futian slapped his forehead and remembered that Li Feng had mentioned the article a few days ago.

"Tomita, do you know about this?"

Han Fuguo looked at Han Futian and asked, "Why haven't you heard of it?"

"A few days ago..."

Han Futian briefly told Han Fuguo what happened in the past two days. Wow, a hundred or eighty yuan! What kind of article did this kid write this time that is worth so much money? The members who were watching the fun were also shocked.

"One hundred and eighty yuan?"

"Wow, that's equivalent to half a year's worth of work points for my family."

"This kid is really capable."

Who wouldn't be surprised that writing an article can be equivalent to half a year's work for an entire family?

"It is okay."

Li Feng thought to himself, it’s a good thing that he kept the remittance slip, otherwise if he had known that there was more than a thousand yuan this time, he would have gone crazy.

"Everyone, please be busy."

"Everyone, go get busy and stop gathering around."

Han Fuguo helped to chase the people away. After they left, Han Fuguo and Han Futian whispered, "What's going on? I don't believe they're worth a hundred or eighty yuan to pay the director to make a trip."

"Hey, a little more."

This matter cannot be concealed. If Wu Xiaofeng knows about it, Han Anjun will definitely know about it. Within two days, Han Fuguo will definitely know about it.

"Uncle Fuguo, take a look."

Han Fuguo took the remittance slip and took a look at it. His pupils dilated and his hands trembled. He almost dropped the remittance slip on the ground and quickly grabbed it. "My goodness, over a thousand yuan. What did you write on it? How can it be worth so much money?"

"how much is it?"

Han Futian saw that Han Fuguo was frightened and took a look curiously. "So many?"

"I wrote a novel."

Li Feng explained. "Usually a short story only makes a few dozen yuan."

"You're really good, kid. If you write a few articles a year, you'll become a millionaire." Han Futian wanted to pat Li Feng on the shoulder, but when he thought about the fact that Li Feng could earn thousands of dollars for one article, he was shocked.

This guy was considered a Wenquxing in the past, but he really didn't dare to take action against him.

"Uncle Tomita, this is a novel. I have been conceiving it for a year or two. It took me more than half a year to write it down and several months to revise it before I finally finished it. Do you think it's just a small thing?" Li Feng spoke according to the routine of a normal novel.

Generally, it takes a long time to conceive a long novel. Some writers even only write a few novels in their entire lifetime. This is normal.

"Oh, that's it."

Han Futian thought to himself that this was right. If it were so easy to make money from this novel, wouldn't every writer become a millionaire?

"What are you going to do with this money?"

Han Futian looked at Li Feng, but Han Fuguo didn't have time to ask this question.

"I planned this money early on."

Li Feng had already thought about it, and now he had a house in the county town. "I saw a house in the county town a few days ago. The owner's son was assigned to work in the provincial capital, and they planned to move in with him. Now the house is vacant, which is perfect. I have the money now and I'm planning to buy it."

"How can this be possible? Your household registration is in the brigade."

"Uncle Futian, I am a writer, so I have a half-urban hukou and I am cared for in policies." What Li Feng said was actually true, as he did enjoy subsidies.

"That's good."

The two looked at each other. In fact, they were worried about whether Li Feng would move to the city, but they could not decide on this matter. From the tone of their voice, it seemed that Li Feng was not planning to move to the county for the time being.

"Uncle Fuguo, Uncle Futian, it's fine if you just keep it to yourself about the house. Don't tell anyone else for now."

"What?"

“It’s not done yet.”

Li Feng said with a smile. "I'll tell everyone after I'm done."

"Row."

The two of them didn't say much. As for the remittance slip, they chose to keep it a secret for now. If anyone asked about it, they would just say they had moved to a new house. Over the next few days, Li Feng withdrew the money. A thousand yuan was not a small amount.

Finally having some money, Li Feng decided to make some plans. He needed to clean up his house in the county town and furnish it. "Order a set of furniture?"

"Yes, Uncle Futian, I have already bought a house in the county town, and I am thinking of ordering a set of furniture." Li Feng said with a smile.

"You kid, why are you imitating outsiders?"

"Hehe, this will increase the team's sales." Li Feng said with a smile.

"As long as you have this intention, that's all."

Han Futian then asked Li Feng what kind of furniture he needed. Li Feng didn't plan on having a wardrobe. "Three large beds, two single beds, and a desk and bookshelf."

"Your house is not small?"

"good."

There is a large yard, five large tiled houses and two small tiled houses. There are five bedrooms, four large and one small, a kitchen, and a main room. Next to the yard behind the big house is a toilet and a small storage room.

The front and back yards together are about four or five hundred square meters. It is some distance away from the county department store and not in the center. It is a little to the southeast corner. I think the system chose this small courtyard because it is quieter here.

This is quite suitable for traveling across time and space. Otherwise, in a less busy place, strangers appearing every day would be too conspicuous.

"Give me the cost price for these."

Han Futian calculated the amount and came up with 120 yuan. Li Feng deposited the money into his account. "Uncle Futian, I'll tell my cousins that they'll make my bed after they finish building the furniture we ordered."

"It's up to you to decide."

"By the way, how's the furniture order going? I've been so busy these days that I forgot to ask you."

Han Futian stopped Li Feng as he was about to leave. Li Feng turned around and said with a smile, "Almost. It will be ready in the next two days. Uncle Futian will have you busy by then. This time, you'll earn thousands of dollars."

"Now that you mention it, I'm really a little worried."

Han Futian was a little worried when he thought about the thousands of dollars he could get for the furniture. "No, I need to talk to my third brother about sending a few more people to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"It's okay, this isn't the first time I've been to the city."

"That won't work either."

Han Futian said, "Let's be more careful. Let's send Xiaofeng's two families first, and then don't send them all at once."

"Okay, then I'll deliver the modular furniture to Comrade Xiaofeng and Comrade Xiaoli's homes tomorrow."

The modular furniture was completed yesterday, but the desk and bookshelf sets are occasionally pre-ordered, so there are still one or two sets that have not been completed.

"When the time comes, let's Anmin, Anbing, and Anzui all follow."

Even as he spoke, Han Futian still felt uneasy and stood up. "I'll go find your Uncle Fuguo and discuss it again. We need more manpower."

"Uncle Tomita, we're just going to a commune. It's not that weird."

"Be careful."

"That's fine."

Li Feng didn't care. A few more people would only take half a day at most. "Uncle Futian, you're busy. I'll go back first."

As soon as I got home, Han Mingliang ran over. "Uncle."

"It's bright."

"What's the matter? You need help from uncle."

"Ah."

Han Mingliang pulled out two gray shoots from the side. Good boy, you're good. You caught two more gray shoots in just a few days. Although they are not as big as the previous few days, they are still more than a kilogram. "What do you want to exchange?"

"Mooncakes, fruit candies, or banknotes?"

"Mooncakes and fruit candies."

"Okay, wait."

Li Feng took the two ash tips and stuffed them into the bag, tied a knot, and went into the house to get a large mooncake, two fruit mooncakes, and a handful of fruit candies. "Here, don't do it next time. Many snakes in the mountains are poisonous."

"Don't worry, uncle. I'm not afraid of poisonous snakes."

This kid didn't take it seriously at all. He forgot about it after being spanked. Li Feng didn't know what to say. "Let your mother know. She'll spank you again."

"I understand, uncle. Then I'll just catch the gray tips." Han Mingliang stuffed a candy into his mouth and muttered.

"Why, you can catch whatever you want?"

"Yes, I can."

Is this true? Li Feng muttered, still a little unconvinced. "If you really have this ability, uncle won't say anything, and won't tell your parents either."

"real."

"Okay, I'll trust you for once. Don't catch the poisonous ones."

"Ah."

Han Mingliang nodded vigorously, and Li Feng rubbed the boy's head. "Go play."

Back home, Li Feng didn't rush to deal with the ashtail. He had just eaten it a few days ago, and he planned to go back to the B&B to make snake soup in the next two days. He still didn't have enough seasoning here. In the evening, Li Feng stir-fried small dried fish. He had recently caught a lot of small fish.

Wang Yin brought several girls from her family to dry a lot of fish, saying that they were saving them for frying in winter. Fortunately, miscellaneous fish were not expensive, and one dollar could buy a large wooden basin.

"It smells really good."

"This still doesn't have enough seasoning."

"By the way, Uncle Wu, Aunt Wang, we're going to the commune to deliver furniture tomorrow. Do you want to go over and have a look?"

"Forget it, we'll just stay here to watch the house, and you young people can go shopping."

"Cousin, we'll go with you."

Wu Tong finished the food in his bowl in a few bites and spoke first.

"Okay, let's go together then."

Li Feng said with a smile, "I'll settle your work points with you later."

"That's great."

Although it wasn't much, things were cheap now, so they could at least buy some small gadgets. Wu Tong and Qin Yue were quite happy. Li Muxiao whispered to Li Muchen and learned that the furniture workers could use their money to buy items that could be brought back to modern society.

“Does this count as buying a souvenir?”

"That's it."

Li Feng said with a smile. "Everyone, go to bed early. We have to set off early tomorrow morning."

"Don't worry, even if you don't tell us, we can go to bed early."

It's been a busy day, and I'm exhausted. Besides, I don't have much to do. "Cousin, why don't you buy some books next year? I don't have much to do every day."

"Okay, I'll ask tomorrow."

The most popular books sold in the commune were picture books, which were fine for children, but adults would probably have to go to the county bookstore. The next morning, Li Feng and his group of more than a dozen people set off in a grand procession, driving four carriages.

Han Fuguo and Han Futian accompanied the team members all the way to the intersection. "Fuqiang, keep an eye on them."

"got it."

Han Fuqiang was carrying a weapon on his back. You know, this time he had to bring back nearly 500 yuan, so Han Fuqiang was under a lot of pressure.

When they arrived at the commune, it was just dawn. Li Feng used the publicity funds to buy meat buns for everyone.

“This is how life goes.”

After settling down a few happy ones, it was a heavenly day for this guy to be able to eat a meat bun early in the morning. It was still comfortable to work with Li Feng.

"Let's go."

As soon as Wu Xiaofeng and Huang Xiaoli arrived, Li Feng told everyone to catch up with them. After Wu Xiaofeng's house was packed, everyone went to Huang Xiaoli's house.

"Hey, don't you want these furniture anymore?"

"Yeah, my parents didn't know I bought new furniture, so they sent me some old furniture. I was planning to use them first, but now that I have new furniture, I plan to have these old ones sent to the recycling station."

Li Feng and Gao Jue exchanged a glance, and Gao Jue nodded. "Boss, these look like they're made of mahogany..." (End of Chapter)