Reborn in the red age

Chapter 122 Profiteer Li Hongmei

"Your mother is right. The people in that place are still in dire straits and dangerous. Why go there? Peking University is fine. There is no need to go to a foreign country for a stroll." Li's father also intervened, disapproving of Li Qingfeng's going there. America.

Regarding his parents' objections, Mr. Li had no different opinions. He nodded in agreement and felt that the old couple were right.

Only the eldest sister in the family, who is also studying for an undergraduate degree, agreed with Qingfeng Li's idea of ​​studying abroad and offered strong support. However, her support was very low-key. Her support did not help her younger brother, and she even got scolded by Li's mother.

Li Qingfeng lowered his head and accepted the sermons from the elders of the Li family. Li Qingfeng neither nodded nor shook his head. I will just listen to what you say, and we will see what happens when the time comes.

When he returned to the house at night, he lay on the bed that Li's mother had made for him a long time ago. He looked up at the ceiling and Li Qingfeng was waiting for Li Hongmei to crawl into his room.

I don’t know how this girl developed this habit. She likes to go into Qingfeng Li’s room at night and pull Qingfeng Li to whisper.

Not long after, Li Qingfeng heard the door open, and his younger sister Li Hongmei walked in with a small bundle in her arms.

"Third brother, are you asleep?"

"Didn't everyone come in even if I was asleep? Do you have anything to say?"

He rolled over and sat up from the bed, intending to see what this girl was going to whisper to him.

"Hehe" Li Hongmei giggled and sat on Qingfeng Li's bed with her baggage in hand.

Glancing at the baggage Li Hongmei was holding, Li Qingfeng asked doubtfully, "What do you have in it?"

"It's all the money I earned this year," Li Hongmei said as she opened the bag in a showy manner and showed the third brother her achievements this year.

Looking at the bundles inside, which contained at least 3000 yuan, Qingfeng Li's lips twitched. This girl is so courageous. She dared to engage in speculative business even after she went to college.

Qingfeng Li had a straight face. He went up and gave this girl a blow. He lowered his voice and said in a deep voice, "You don't want to live anymore. You finally got into college and went to school honestly. Who told you to go to the black market again?"

"Li Laosan, why do you hit me? Who told you that I went to the black market? I didn't earn this money from the black market." Li Hongmei covered her forehead and looked at Qingfeng Li with wide eyes, looking displeased. Convinced.

"Didn't you earn it from the black market? Tell me in detail. If it's legal, I can apologize to you."

"Hmph, this is the money I earn from assembling TV sets."

Qingfeng Li hit Li Hongmei on the forehead again: "To be honest, are you the only one who still assembles TVs? Don't talk to me about whether you have these or not."

After rubbing the affected area, Li Hongmei hesitated and told the truth: "I met a classmate in school who knew how to assemble a TV. I asked someone to buy some materials, asked him to assemble it, and then gave me a My classmate’s brother went to sell it.”

Hearing this, Li Qingfeng completely understood that this girl might be in love. After thinking about it, he decided to make some insinuations to see what the situation was: "That's not right. According to the price on the market, a machine It only costs more than 300 yuan to assemble a TV, so where do you get so many components?"

"The guy selling the goods is from a radio factory. Some of the components were taken from him, and some were homemade."

"How much do you give your classmates to assemble a TV for you?"

"five dollars"

"Then how much can you earn?"

"one hundred and fifty"

Qingfeng Li is now sure that this girl is definitely in love. Even if she is not in love, the guy who assembles the TV for him should be interested in Li Hongmei. Otherwise, it costs five yuan to assemble a TV and the parts have to be handmade. Production, who will do this work?

Li Qingfeng didn't ask much about the specific details. Li Hongmei wasn't stupid either. Judging from the current situation, this girl shouldn't be in a bad position.

After asking about the situation of her classmate's brother in detail and knowing that he had a wife and children, Li Qingfeng was completely relieved and told Li Hongmei to be careful and just act as a middleman and not sell goods. Blended.

After talking about the business, Li Hongmei held the bundle of money and said with a sad face: "What should I do with so much money? There is no place to put it."

More than 3000 yuan is not a small amount of money, and Li Hongmei has no space. Where to put the money is indeed a problem.

Qingfeng Li thought for a moment and took 3000 yuan from the bag: "In this case, give me the 3000 yuan, and I will buy you a house in Sijiu City. The house will be temporarily under my name. After we get married, I will transfer the house I bought to you, what do you think?"

"Buying a house in Sijiucheng? I don't live there. Isn't it a waste to buy this house there?" Li Hongmei said doubtfully. "Then how about you take the money away? Find a place to keep it yourself?"

"Then forget it, just buy a house."

After Li Hongmei left, Li Qingfeng put all the money into the space, sighing in his heart that this girl had a good life. Not to mention anything else, with this house in Sijiu City, she would be a rich woman in the future.

In the few days after returning, Qingfeng Li became the mascot of the neighborhood. Anyone with children who were going to take the college entrance examination would bring them to talk to Qingfeng Li, as if they could get into college if they could build a good relationship with Qingfeng Li.

Then there are the matchmakers who come to visit every three days, which makes Qingfeng Li very annoyed. They insist on dragging Qingfeng Li to go on a blind date, which sometimes makes Qingfeng Li want to buy a train ticket and run away.

The day before the post office holiday, Li Qingfeng received a telegram from the Northeast, which was sent by Wang Weimin.

There were only three characters on the telegram: "Returned to the city." This guy was really frugal and was reluctant to send even one more word.

Calculating the time, it has been nearly a month since the last time more than 30 of them came to Beijing. It is estimated that the vigorous return to the city movement will begin after the New Year.

On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, when Qingfeng Li finished cleaning and was about to go out to find someone to write Spring Festival couplets, Li’s father stopped Qingfeng Li: “Don’t ask outsiders to write Spring Festival couplets this year. After all, our family has three college students. If someone else writes Spring Festival couplets, isn’t that just making people laugh? This year we write them ourselves.”

The three siblings looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, they all looked embarrassed.

The Li family is not a scholarly family. Counting to three generations above, they are all poor people who can't write calligraphy.

"Ignore your dad. Your dad is having a conflict with the Wang family. You should go find someone to write Spring Festival couplets. Just don't look for the Wang family." Mother Li, who was frying meatballs with her sister-in-law in the yard, heard what Father Li said. , said to the three of them with a smile.

Father Li, who usually obeyed Li's mother, had a rebellious mentality when it came to a man's dignity this time. He stiffened his neck and said, "You woman, what's wrong with you? Go and blow up your balls. This year our family You have to write the Spring Festival couplets yourself. It’s just a calligraphy. You can write with a brush. You can even get into college. I don’t believe that the three of you can’t write a single calligraphy.”

Father Li, who had been honest and obedient all his life, suddenly made such a fuss, which really calmed everyone down for a while. Even Mother Li who was frying meatballs didn't dare to explode. She opened her mouth, did not answer the question, and continued to explode herself. meatballs.

Seeing that the three brothers and sisters were silent, Father Li glanced back and forth at the three brothers and sisters. Finally, his eyes fell on Qingfeng Li, and he raised his hand and said, "Third brother, your university is the best. This year, our Spring Festival couplets will be handed over to our family." It’s up to you, you write it”

Li Qingfeng, who was called out, secretly complained in his heart that he could only write pen calligraphy, but he really couldn't write calligraphy with a brush. When he was in elementary school, he took a few days of calligraphy classes, and his writing was almost like a dog crawling.

Facing Father Li, who had finally been strong for a while, Li Qingfeng gritted his teeth and said, "I'll write this as long as they dare to cheat." He stretched out his hand to Father Li: "Okay, I'll write this year's Spring Festival couplets. Here they are." Money, I’ll buy ink and brushes.”

Father Li, who had finally gained some authority, felt a little down when Qingfeng Li asked him for money. He was silent for a while. After saying "wait," he went back to the house, rummaged around, and took out a dollar. He handed it to Qingfeng Li with a dark face.

I took the money and went out to the supply and marketing cooperative. When I passed by the Wang family, the Wang family was busy at this time. A large group of people surrounded Lao Wang and wrote calligraphy with calligraphy.

Lao Wang and Li's father are about the same age. When they were young, they attended private schools for several years. They were good at writing and were famous intellectuals in this area.

Neighbors nearby would come to Lao Wang every year to write Spring Festival couplets on red paper. They didn’t charge any money, just grab a handful of melon seeds.

Lao Wang, who was writing some ink, saw Qingfeng Li coming out and greeted him with a smile: "Qingfeng, where's your dad? It's time to post Spring Festival couplets. Why don't you see your dad come to me to write Spring Festival couplets?"

"Uncle Wang, you won't be able to wait this year. My dad said that he will write the Spring Festival couplets at home this year." They are all old neighbors for many years. Li Qingfeng also knows him. Although he doesn't know what conflicts happened between him and Li's father, as a junior, he , and cannot be without etiquette.

Hearing Qingfeng Li's words, Lao Wang laughed: "Qingfeng go back and tell your dad that although we have some minor conflicts, it is still okay to help your family write Spring Festival couplets. Just ask your dad to come with red paper."

"I'll bring this to you when I go back. As for whether my dad comes or not, I don't care. What about that? Uncle Wang, I'm going to the supply and marketing cooperative first. You can be busy first."

Before the Chinese New Year, there were still a lot of people in the supply and marketing cooperative, but there were no people in the stationery department. Li Qingfeng went to the counter and bought a brush and an ink stick. After paying the money, he left the supply and marketing cooperative.

After returning home, Father Li had already placed the red paper on the table and specially made a small square box to serve as an inkstone.

Looking at Father Li who had prepared everything, Li Qingfeng sighed deeply, without repeating Lao Wang's words, he boiled the newly bought brush in boiling water.

After asking his eldest sister to grind his ink, Qingfeng Li washed his hands and pretended to dip the ironed brush into ink.

Under the expectant eyes of everyone, Qingfeng Li took a deep breath and nervously started writing the first word.

Before I finished writing the first word, the eldest sister’s weak voice came from the side:
"Well, third child, why don't you practice on the newspaper first?"

(End of this chapter)