My 1978 Hotel

Chapter 208: Where can materials and pictures compare to the real era?

"Visiting the Third Front Memorial Hall?"

Professor Wu frowned slightly. He was quite busy, but thinking of the Dean Wu and his wife, as well as the old man of the Li family, who were recuperating at the guesthouse, and the mysterious identity of this Mr. Li, he said, "Alright, I'll go there tomorrow."

I should check with Cheng Xue and Mu Yang to see if they've finished the data. Let's try to get the design drawings out by the end of the month. Get this order done as soon as possible; it'll be a favor. Professor Wu rubbed his forehead slightly. He'd thought it was just a small order, but it turned out to be quite complicated.

After hanging up the phone, Li Muchen sent a message to Li Feng.

"Come over tomorrow, okay, I'll tell the second brother, we'll go over tomorrow night."

As for the black donkey, Li Feng made a call to have it delivered tomorrow. He didn't mind if the price was a little higher. Actually, a mule would also work, but unfortunately there aren't many mules left. "Second brother, get ready. We're going back to Hanjiaba tomorrow night."

"Okay, boss."

Gao Cheng and Gao Jiu originally planned to go back to their hometown, but when they thought about how they might make a fortune in Hanjiaba, the two brothers exchanged a glance and decided to each earn a million yuan before going back. They planned to buy a nice car and show it off to everyone in the village.

The Gao brothers became successful, and the thought of making money again put them in a great mood. They quickly busied themselves packing the supplies they needed to take with them.

"We're going to the third-tier city tomorrow, let's go together."

Wu Tong and Qin Yue originally didn't plan to go, after all, the river construction project was quite tiring, and they didn't dare to go. Little did they expect that Boss Li would tease them.

"Then let me tell Mr. Li."

When Li Feng heard that Wu Tong and the other person were going, he immediately agreed. There were enough houses in the county town, and even if they went to Hanjiaba, they would still have enough room. As for food, he could bring some more. This time, he brought a few chickens.

If you do the math, wow, the number of people this time is no less than the last summer camp. Li Muchen, Wu Tong and Qin Yue, plus Professor Wu and his two students, plus Cheng Cheng, Dong Qing, Wu Yu and a few others, and if you include Gao Jiu Gao Cheng, wow, that's quite a lot.

The system is probably going to be overloaded with letters of introduction, but if he has time, he really wants to go and see that third-tier area; he's actually quite curious about it. "Forget it, let's get the seminar sorted out first. Then I'll have Dong Qing and Wu Yu help me out and finish my work before sending me back to Hanjiaba to work as a carpenter."

As for Chengcheng, Li Feng really didn't know what to do with this girl. A finance whiz—did they need someone like her back in '78? Unless she went to Hong Kong, Li Feng pondered, but he was somewhat worried about sending her there.

After all, Li Feng really didn't know anything about the situation in Hong Kong. He'd better ask Li Muxiao; maybe Li Muchen knew about Hong Kong. Sigh, Li Feng felt like a nobody right now, his reach limited to just a few areas.

No matter how far away the place was, Li Feng was always a little worried about safety. Sigh, he needed to find a chance to go out and explore, to learn about that world. "If only I had a bigger organization supporting me, things would be much easier."

"Let's take a look first."

Li Feng originally just wanted to make a little money, but seeing that Hanjiaba had made some money for the furniture factory, everyone was overjoyed. However, the situation in the other brigades of Maya Commune was probably not good. A small drought had caused such a big disaster.

"When did I become so magnanimous?"

Is it really true that the poor should only cultivate their own virtue, while the successful should help others? I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll tidy up and rest. After organizing the carpenter's shed, Li Feng decided to get a good rest and think about it again tomorrow. The next day, Li Feng checked on Gao Jiu as he packed up supplies; this time there was quite a lot.

Not counting the twelve people, there are also five chickens and a black donkey, making a total of eighteen slots. Each person weighs twenty kilograms, so this guy weighs three hundred and sixty kilograms.

"Boss, take a look. This time we brought a lot of practical stuff."

Li Feng noticed there was quite a lot of beef jerky and other supplies, including various other items, as well as some clothes. These were clothes that Li Feng planned to give to Sister-in-law Dajiao and her family. Last time, Li Ran and the others left behind some clothes, and these new clothes were given to Sister-in-law Dajiao and her family.

Then there are a few boxes of fountain pens, which I plan to give to the invited writers at the seminar.

"Aren't there too many dried vegetables?"

More than ten kilograms, Li Feng wondered how much weight this guy had gained.

"There are a lot of people going this time."

"alright."

Is it necessary to bring so many compressible biscuits?

Li Feng was both amused and exasperated; those two large boxes of compressed biscuits probably weighed ten pounds.

"More jerky."

"Oh, and bring extra red sausage too."

The two nodded. They always brought some compressed biscuits, but this time there were more people, so they decided to bring more.

"We're going there as a tour group this time, and we'll be back in at least five days."

Li Feng laughed and said, "I don't need that much to fill me up."

"That's true, we were overthinking it."

"Besides, there are five big roosters too."

Li Feng said with a smile, "This one must weigh at least three or four pounds."

"If we hadn't failed to buy a large goose, it would have been even heavier."

"Next time, let's just get a few sheep."

Where's the black donkey?

"Forget it," Li Feng thought to himself, "this is getting out of hand. What if we end up with an elephant? Of course, that's a joke." He continued, "Let's pack up and come back tonight."

"The delivery guy called, I'm going out to check it out."

It must be Professor Wu who has arrived. Sure enough, it was Wu Xun. When Li Feng saw that Gao Wen was also there, he thought to himself that this was troublesome and that he would have to prepare supplies for another person. Fortunately, Gao Wen left after seeing Wu Xun off.

"Professor Wu, it's kind of you to come all this way again."

"Don't mention it, Mr. Li."

Unlike his first visit where he seemed aloof and superior, this Mr. Li was quite mysterious.

In the afternoon, Wu Xun learned that they were going to the Third Front Memorial Hall that night and had signed a confidentiality agreement, which left Wu Xun completely confused. There were Third Front Memorial Halls in China that required confidentiality agreements; were they some kind of underground base?

Thinking about it, it really seemed possible. This was a mountainous area near the Yangtze River Delta, and there had been quite a few Third Front construction projects in the past. Perhaps there really was some big secret project. For a moment, they became quite curious. But when the group arrived at the video room that evening, they were somewhat bewildered.

"here it is?"

"Professor Wu, thank you for your hard work."

Li Feng smiled and invited Wu Xun to sit down and rest. As for the supplies piled up around them, he didn't say much. Wu Tong, Qin Yue, the Gao brothers, and Li Muchen all knew about them. He was only curious about the three college students and Wu Xun and his apprentice.

"Let's hold hands and set off now."

"what?"

Dong Qing and Wu Yu looked completely bewildered. Cheng Cheng blinked, wondering what it meant. Wu Xun frowned slightly, while Cheng Xue and Mu Yang couldn't help but say, "Boss Li, you're not joking."

"No, Professor Wu, I'll explain it to you later."

"alright."

Wu Xun nodded, and everyone held hands. Li Feng opened the Time Travel Hotel, and in the blink of an eye, Wu Xun felt everything go black.

"Bah."

As the dim lights came on, everyone opened their eyes and looked around. How had things changed? It didn't seem like this before.

"here it is?"

Wu Xun looked around the house; it seemed to remind him of his childhood.

"Professor Wu, welcome to 1978."

Li Feng said with a smile, and as soon as he said this, Dong Qing and Wu Yu burst into laughter. "Boss Li, you really know how to joke."

"You have a time-travel system, don't you?"

Goodness, these two must have read a lot of novels. Li Feng nodded. "More or less."

"Mr. Li, don't make such a pointless joke."

Mu Yang noticed that the teacher was a little angry. "The teacher's time is really precious."

"Professor Wu, Mr. Li is right, this really is China in 1978."

Upon hearing Li Muchen's words, Wu Xun's heart skipped a beat. Could this Mr. Li be a member of some illegal organization, and was the Li family involved? Otherwise, why would he say such nonsense? "Professor Wu, how about this, let's rest first. We'll all take a look tomorrow morning, and we'll understand by now."

This is ridiculous. The system issued too many letters of introduction, or maybe it got angry and failed to get the information into Wu Xun and the others' heads. Now, they have to explain themselves.

"Hey buddy, can you arrange this?"

As for Chengcheng and Chengxue, the two girls stayed with Wu Tong and Qin Yue, while Dong Qing and Wu Yu were arranged by Gao Jiu. That night, Li Feng and the others who had visited slept quite well.

Wu Xun and the others didn't fall asleep until almost dawn. When they went out the next morning, they were all dumbfounded.

"Is this a movie theater?"

"This really looks like it did back in 78."

Dong Qing and Wu Yu, after all, had read quite a few online novels.

"Wow, we really time-traveled! That's awesome, Boss Li, you really have a system!" Dong Qing exclaimed, looking at Li Feng.

"Don't be so loud." Wu Yu tugged at Dong Qing. "We're time travelers, don't get caught. I heard that in this day and age, not having an identity means you'll be shot."

"real or fake?"

Dong Qing muttered to herself, but her voice was much quieter.

Wu Xun and the others looked around, and Mu Yang ran to the street corner to take a look. It really was different. Unless it was a movie theater, there was no other explanation.

"Is the loudspeaker playing music?"

"Singing for the Motherland?"

Professor Wu paused slightly upon hearing this, as memories from the depths of his mind surfaced. It was the "News and Newspaper Digest" program from the Central People's Broadcasting Station. Sure enough, the familiar yet distant voice followed.

"This is CCTV's 'News and Newspaper Digest' program..."

"Did we really go back to 78?"

Professor Wu looked at Li Feng with a very serious expression, and Li Feng nodded. "Professor Wu, I'll take you to have breakfast, and we can look around as we go."

The group emerged from the alley and onto the main street. The distinctive gray cobblestone tenement buildings, unlike those in television dramas, were vividly depicted here. "Is this really true?" Mu Yang looked at Cheng Xue, who was equally astonished.

Seeing the two looking at him, Li Feng smiled but didn't say anything. He simply walked quickly ahead to the state-run restaurant. "Let's eat first. But this place is simple; we only have steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and porridge."

Are there any eggs today?

"No, what kind of life is this? We can't eat eggs every day."

The middle-aged woman even rolled her eyes at Li Feng as she spoke. This attitude was just right. Professor Wu thought to himself that if this were an actress, it would definitely be an Oscar-worthy performance.

"Then, sister, give us two jin of steamed buns, twelve bowls of porridge, and a jin of fried dough sticks."

"Can you finish all of this?"

"I can finish it."

"Okay, okay, pay the money and the food coupons."

Li Feng took out his money and food coupons and handed them to the middle-aged woman to get the coupons. Wu Yu muttered to himself, "There aren't that many for twelve of us, are there?"

"Enough to eat."

Li Feng also ordered several small portions of pickled vegetables to accompany the porridge. "Hurry up and see if there's any space available, let's share a table." There are many people coming for breakfast, but there aren't enough tables for everyone. Just sit down if there's an empty seat, regardless of age or gender.

Professor Wu and the others were still a bit reserved. Wu Tong, Qin Yue, Li Muchen, Gao Jiu, and Gao Cheng had all been here before, so they just squeezed in whenever there was a seat available, not caring about anything else.

"This is too messy."

"Yeah, we might as well eat at another place."

Dong Qing muttered to herself, "This is even more chaotic than the school cafeteria. It almost looked like a fight was about to break out." Dong Qing and Wu Yu were both quite shameless, but they couldn't resist fighting for seats with other people, especially since everyone was carrying porridge and eating fried dough sticks or steamed buns.

"Move aside, move aside, or you'll get a big burn." He said it, but he did it anyway, and with a thud, he pushed Dong Qing aside. Dong Qing was about to say something when he had already sat down and started drinking his porridge, completely ignoring him.

Honestly, they have no manners at all. They've been fiddling around for ages, and Li Feng is about to go get his steamed buns, mantou, and youtiao, but these guys still haven't finished. I can only sigh helplessly. Look, Wu Tong and Qin Yue, those two girls, have broken through the crowd and stepped onto the bench. They're really something else.

"I'm coming."

"So many?"

"Is this a pound of fried dough sticks?"

"Are you kidding me?" Dong Qing and Wu Yu looked at the tray of fried dough sticks and exclaimed, "Wow, this is quite a small pile!"

"Yes, it's a fried dough stick made from one pound of wheat flour."

Li Feng said with a smile, "Hurry up and find a seat! Why didn't you get one?"

“We are civilized people.”

Upon hearing Dong Qing's words, Li Feng didn't say anything, but shook his head. "Civilized people should eat standing up or squatting down."

"Then you should continue to be civilized."

Li Feng smiled and distributed the fried dough sticks and steamed buns to Wu Tong, Qin Yue, Li Muchen, and the Gao brothers. He also pushed his way through the crowd, trying to grab his own seat, ignoring the grumbling of the person he pushed and sitting down to eat.

"Eat it now?"

Dong Qing, Wu Yu, Chen Cheng, Cheng Xue, and Mu Yang looked at Li Feng, who was eating fried dough sticks and drinking porridge, and simply left them behind.

"They're really back."

It's so familiar. Wu Xun had actually seen this scene when he was a child. A strange sense of familiarity washed over him. "That's right, the design of a state-run restaurant is really back."

"What's that old man yelling about? You can have it."

He was just about to grab the empty spot next to Wu Xun when Wu Xun suddenly yelled, startling him so much that he squeezed to the side and ran away.

"Teacher Wu, let's eat first."

After Li Feng finished eating, he shared steamed buns, dumplings, fried dough sticks, and porridge with Wu Xun.

“That Mr. Li…”

"We'll talk about it after we finish eating."

Li Feng said with a smile, "Gentlemen, you'd better hurry up, or the fried dough sticks will get cold and taste bad."

The group exchanged glances, realizing they had no other choice. Taking advantage of any available space, they rushed out, their faces flushed. Cheng Xue and Cheng Cheng practically buried their heads in the ground. Finally, they found seats and began eating hot fried dough sticks and steamed buns.

“It’s quite delicious.”

"The steamed buns smell delicious."

"That's not."

These are fresh meat buns. Although they don't involve much technology or fancy techniques, they're made with traditional methods and high-quality ingredients. How could they not be delicious?

"It's this steamed bun, why are there so many steamed breads?"

"That's right, one jin of steamed buns refers to steamed buns made from one jin of dry flour, not the weight of one jin of fresh steamed buns."

"Is this a bit too honest to calculate it like this?"

"Isn't it good?"

Li Feng smiled at the group, who paused for a moment, then exchanged glances and nodded.

"Eat quickly, we still need to visit a third-tier town."

Li Feng chuckled. "Collecting data and images is still better done by going to the site to see for yourself." (End of Chapter)