Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 105 Village Literature and Art Promotion Team
right.

If they remembered correctly, Xu Fenglian was still lying on the hospital bed just now.

When they thought of her dragging her sick body to work in order to uphold justice, everyone felt a little in awe.

The little old lady, on the other hand, stared blankly at Xu Fenglian's back and couldn't help but sigh softly:
"This female director is so majestic, even more majestic than the brigade captain and the village party secretary!"

Su Qingfeng couldn't help but nod, right?

Sujiacun is not close to the town.

Some uncles in the village cannot always stay in the hospital ward.

So when Su Qingfeng packed up the lunch boxes and hot water bottles, a large group of people came back in large numbers.

Su Qingfeng was the last to leave.

He was not worried about leaving the old lady and mother in town.

It's freezing cold today, and the conditions in the hospital are not that good. To be honest, it's better to stay warm and comfortable on the kang at home.

He took out the tickets from his pocket and told the old lady and Bai Jing about Master Li from the state-owned hotel and several people he knew from the steel factory.

In the end, even Bai Jing, a good-tempered person, became a little impatient after being talked about.

She was funny and helpless at the same time, pushing Su Qingfeng out of the ward, "Okay, mom knows. In this town, mom can't find her way around."

After saying that, she touched her son's back with some distress, "Your injury is just right. You have been doing things and rushing back and forth in the past two days. Go back and rest as soon as possible. Don't worry, the hospital's mother will be watching." "

Su Qingfeng thought about it again and felt that he was confused because of his concern.

His mother is usually a quiet person, she looks polite and doesn't seem to talk much, but in fact she has drank foreign ink.

At that time, Bai Jing could go out to study abroad, and Bai Jing's ability to take care of herself was definitely beyond Su Qingfeng's imagination.

After figuring this out, Su Qingfeng was completely relieved, and went home with the two remaining mutton buns in his hands.

But in just a short while, there was no trace of the people in Sujiacun.

After such a big thing happened, and after staying up all night, I was tired and sleepy, but I couldn't help but feel like I was returning home.

There are generally few people living in the village head of Sujia Village.

Su Shuisheng is an exception.

The guys in the bullpen are also an exception.

When Su Qingfeng was walking on the road, he was still thinking about how to recruit Zhaodi into the rural art propaganda team. It would be best to take advantage of the New Year's Day performance at the steel factory to send Zhaodi to the county.

Otherwise, after experiencing something like this, even though the fault lies with the Feng family, there is no guarantee that some black-hearted and talkative women will talk about it and say that even the leprous in the city despise Zhaodi.

But if Zhaodi can join the county song and dance troupe, then the rumors about whether she is worthy or not will naturally be dispelled.

Thinking in his mind, Su Qingfeng's steps suddenly stopped.

Why...the feeling under my feet is a little wrong?
Originally, the snow should be hard after being stepped on, but it felt soft under my feet.

Is this stepping on a snake?

Su Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat, and when she raised her feet, she saw a dark and rough hand.

He looked around. Uncle Shui Sheng had just told him that he was going to a state-owned hotel for lunch, but he was afraid he hadn't come back yet.

Su Qingfeng's heart was complicated.

He comes from the later generations and knows better than anyone else the origins of these people.

In the past, he always deliberately avoided this problem.

This shows that Su Qingfeng is actually just an ordinary citizen.

It's just... now that someone is falling in front of him, should he save... or not?
Su Qingfeng looked around, it was completely white and not even a single person could be seen.

He roughly observed the old man's appearance. He was not a doctor, so he couldn't see any specific symptoms. He could only tell from his skinny skin and thin coat.

At least the old man was suffering from cold, hunger and poor living conditions.

Su Qingfeng tried to pinch his penis.

When the old man woke up leisurely, Su Qingfeng took out two mutton buns.

He was a little depressed, "I'm sorry, I only have these two buns on me. Eat them quickly and don't be discovered. I'm leaving first."

Excuse me?
What are you sorry for?

Lin Duanyang only thought that this young man was simply stupid.

There is no future left.

In fact, they are like a thorny ball. Anyone who touches it will get their hands covered with blood.

But this time he said sorry, Lin Duanyang was stunned to hear the long-lost respect.

Su Qingfeng came from a previous life, so the subconscious respect in his words was even more precious to him than food.

Lin Duanyang held two steamed buns that still had some body temperature in his hands. With many years of cooking experience, he could accurately judge that the fillings in the steamed buns should be high-quality mutton.

Because really good mutton actually doesn’t have a strong fishy smell.

He tremblingly covered the two mutton buns. After an unknown amount of time, he felt that his hands, which had been numb from the cold, regained a touch of touch.

Lin Duanyang gritted his teeth and stood up, but did not eat the mutton bun immediately. Instead, he held it in his arms and staggered to the cowshed against the wind.

As he walked, he thought about the young man just now.

I always feel that his face is somewhat familiar.

He should be home by now, right?

This idea suddenly popped into Lin Duanyang's head.

By chance, a head appeared in the bullpen, and Song Jinxiu waved to Lin Duanyang excitedly, "Old Lin, come over and take a look?"

Lin Duanyang was frozen in the wind and snow for a long time, and an idea slowly came to his head that had become a little slow.

Song Jinxiu was the eldest daughter of a capitalist back then. What good things had she not seen?
What on earth is worthy of her showing such an appearance?
Lin Duanyang managed to speed up his pace and walked into the house. When he saw two large thick quilts in the house, his eyes widened suddenly.

Although the big quilt in front of me looked extremely tattered, with various patches on it, and the original color could hardly be seen, but... it was many times better than the thin quilt they used themselves!
Song Jinxiu's fair and slender fingers in the past are now covered with calluses of various sizes.

She was so happy that she almost shed tears, and she kept saying:

"It's better now, it's better now. Something happened to Comrade Wei these days. I thought we wouldn't be able to survive this winter. Unexpectedly, some kind-hearted people actually sent bedding. In this way, Professor Tang finally doesn't have to suffer from the cold. You don’t have to cough so much anymore.”

Looking at the two quilts on the ground, Lin Duanyang suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

He took out the two mutton buns in his arms and took out one of them without hesitation, "Sister Song, take this mutton bun and share it with Lao Zhou. I have another one here. I'll heat it up over water later. , give Professor Tang some and see if he can eat more and make up for it."

Only then did Song Jinxiu see the two mutton buns in Lin Duanyang's hands.

In the past, she wouldn't have even looked at it.

But now, she was severely surprised.

How could such a good thing fall into their hands?
Ask Lin Duanyang?

He was also in a daze, vaguely passing by.

But in his heart, he deeply remembered Su Qingfeng's face and figure.

If you have a chance……

...the days passed day by day.

Seeing that it was the day when Feng Sufen was discharged from the hospital, the village's literary and artistic propaganda team also officially received the notice from the town and began to prepare intensively for the New Year's Day performance.

It is worth mentioning that this New Year’s Day performance is no small matter.

According to Su Qingfeng, not only the song and dance troupes from the county will come, but also the leaders of various factories will come to watch the New Year's Day report performance.

It is precisely for this reason that the village's literary and artistic propaganda team, with the help of a special consultant, Su Qingfeng, decided to select students from the village primary school to participate in this New Year's Day performance.

This approach is not imagined out of thin air.

According to Su Qingfeng's words, that is... children are the future flowers of the motherland.

Only with the hard work of the children can the motherland have a future.

If children can sing and dance well, the future of the motherland will be colorful.

Several cadres in the village listened to his argument and thought about it, and they really found it interesting.

So with a wave of his hand, he approved the transfer of people from the village primary school for this New Year's Day performance.

So at noon on a certain day, it happened to be a rare sunny day with no snow.

The open space of the village primary school.

At this moment, a group of people gathered together and watched Su Zhaodi perform her talent.

Prior to this, only two children had passed the selection of the village art propaganda team.

"No, he doesn't go to work, so why is he here? How did he become...a consultant to the literary and art publicity team? What the hell kind of special appointment is he? Using this word, isn't this a shit basin rimmed with gold?"

Hutou looked at Li Jing, who was squatting next to him, chatting and chatting, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Among the many teachers in primary schools, only Li Jing is the most peculiar.

He comes from a good background, but has no airs.

He is a teacher, but he does not look like a teacher.

And according to rumors in the village, he and Su Qingfeng often hook up and have a good relationship.

Of course, only the Hutou children, Su Qingfeng and Li Jing knew.

The friendship between them was built through extra meals at night and was stronger than steel.

after all……

There is a saying well.

People are iron rice is steel.

Facing Li Jing's question, Hu Tou thought for a moment, looked at Su Qingfeng who was sitting on the stool, and thought of the delicacies he had cooked in the past. Out of sincerity, he couldn't help but say, "I think Brother Qingfeng is quite good." OK."

it is good?
What a shit!
Li Jing almost spit out blood.

Why do you think you can afford so many extra meals?

It wasn't because he had Li Jing's money as a cushion.

The good guys are all Su Qingfeng, but the bad guys are all done by Li Jing?

Li Jing snorted heavily from his nose.

Su Qingfeng raised his eyes and looked around, and found that the village's literary and art propaganda team were all looking at Su Zhaodi in the open space with sharp eyes.

Aunt Lianhua, the leader of the propaganda team, smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into a thin line: "Oh, Zhaodi, you don't usually come out, but now you opened your voice and scared us all.

"What's this called? This is called - the real person doesn't show his face!"

Aunt Lianhua is a lively and fast-talking person. Wherever she is, the atmosphere is always lively.

Sure enough, when she said those words, everyone laughed out loud.

Zhaodi stood in the open space.

Everyone's eyes were focused on her.

Her cheeks were slightly red, but her expression remained calm.

In the words of Aunt Lianhua, this child is born to do great things.

Su Qingfeng also laughed after hearing this, deliberately raised his voice, and asked Aunt Lianhua, "Auntie, just say it. If you can't pass it, just say one word."

It was almost time for school to end. Many people in the village, with nothing to do, gathered next to the primary school open space to watch the singing and dancing talent show for free.

When they heard Su Qingfeng's words, they also started to cheer.

"Yes, Tao Lianhua, is it okay?"

"That's right. I think Zhao Di has a good voice. After listening to it, my heart became brighter."

Tao Lianhua curled her lips and said, "I'm talking about you guys. You usually say that I, Tao Lianhua, am fickle, but I think your temper is even hotter than mine! As for whether Zhaodi has passed the selection..."

Tao Lianhua paused for a moment maliciously, and waited for a while on purpose to whet everyone's appetite, and then said:

"I passed! How come I failed! If a girl with such a good condition doesn't go on stage to sing a few lines, then I won't be able to speak at night!"

The laughter of the crowd suddenly filled the open space.

Su Zhaodi looked at the smiling faces around her, listened to the encouragement from the aunties in the village, and smiled suddenly when she thought of all the rumors she had heard outside the village these days.

When Su Qingfeng saw her relieved smile, a smile appeared between her brows and eyes.

……

provincial capital.

In a large courtyard in Heilongjiang Province, Li Ruiguang rode his bicycle and came to a small courtyard.

Many boys in the courtyard were running wildly throughout the courtyard, but when they saw Li Ruiguang's serious and rigid face, they unconsciously slowed down and said politely: "Uncle Li."

Li Ruiguang moved the corners of his mouth slightly, and it looked like he was smiling, but in fact, the deep "chuan" character formed between his eyebrows made him look more serious and rigid.

The boys were so frightened that they ran away again.

When they were far away, they breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and said the same thing in unison: "Uncle Li is worthy of being the chief of public security... His aura is so scary."

I heard that Li Ruiguang had just shot several death row inmates not long ago.

If it were in the past, maybe someone would say that he was evil.

I don’t know how the children of the Li family adapted to their father’s imposing manner...

Especially the youngest of the Li family, Li Ran.

Although she is not the lucky look that the mother-in-law likes the most nowadays, she can't bear the young man's curiosity about her fair face, sweet and soft appearance.

It hurts just to look at it.

Many young men in the compound were thinking about Li Ran, but before they took the first step, they immediately gave up when they saw the "future father-in-law".

no way.

The future father-in-law is too powerful.

They are afraid that their father-in-law will secretly put a sack on them and be severely beaten before they find a partner.

(End of this chapter)