Chapter 22 Install Ceiling Fan

Chapter 22 installation of ceiling fans

After two days of quiet time, Li Haitang took the time to send the sorted poems to the post office and waited at home for the reply from the poetry magazine.

On this day, Li Haitang was working at the wang family's house. Li Jianguo hurriedly rode his bicycle to pick her up and said quickly, "Haitang, come home with me. Someone from the county education bureau is looking for you."

"Ah? Looking for me?" Li Haitang said in surprise, but the movement of his hands was not slow, and he quickly untied his apron.

Li Jianguo nodded and said, "Yes, I also work in the granary today. You, Yuanhua Uncle, came to inform me. Now the people from the education bureau and president Wan are at his house, and your aunt hong juan is entertaining them."

Duan Meifang immediately urged, "Haitang, go back and entertain the guests. You don't have to do anything here." Then she took two bags of wrapped peanut butter and stuffed them into her hands.

"Okay, I'll go first." Li Haitang reached out to take it, ran out in a hurry, got on Li Jianguo's bicycle and drove home.

Li Yuanhua arrived home before them and brought a big watermelon back to the town to entertain the guests.

Wang Hongjuan immediately took it and cut it. Just as he came out of the kitchen with the sliced watermelon, he saw that Li Jianguo had brought Li Haitang back. He smiled and said, "Haitang, you're back. Director liu and president Wan from the county education bureau are here. It's a good thing to see you."

Li Haitang smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work today, Yuanhua Uncle and auntie hong juan. This is the peanut butter I brought back. Auntie, please bring some for everyone to try, and you can keep the rest for yourself."

"Ah, okay." Of course, Wang Hongjuan had heard of this peanut butter. She thought she bought it from the wang family. Looking at the two bags, which weighed two or three kilograms, her smile widened a little.

After Li Haitang entered the room, he politely greeted director liu and president Wan, called the other elders in the room, and then obediently sat by to listen to director liu.

It turned out that director liu and president Wan came here today to give her a bonus. This time, she won the first place in tan city in the middle school examination. Shaoxian education bureau had a good time. After investigating her family situation, they decided to give her a certain reward and subsidy.

The county education bureau rewarded her with 200 yuan, and the Ping shan middle school also rewarded her with 100 yuan. After director liu and president Wan left, Li Haitang took the three hundred yuan and went home with Li Jianguo in the praise of the elders.

When they reached the fork in the road, Li Haitang gave Li Jianguo the prize of 150 yuan, which was still half warm in his hand, and said seriously, "Dad, I owe you the money. I'll pay you back now."

Li Jianguo frowned and said, "You don't have to give me that money. Dad never wanted you to pay him back. Keep the money. It's more expensive to study in the city. It'll cost a lot of money."

Li Haitang insisted, "Take it. I can make money. The wang family's food factory is doing well. I will definitely get a lot of money in these three months. You don't have to worry about me. You and Li Tao, on the other hand, I know they must have taken away all the money in the house. It's not easy for you and your son. Take the money and buy some nutritious food." After that, he stuffed the money into Li Jianguo's pocket and ran home.

"Hey!" Li Jianguo looked at her back, sighed deeply, and rode home on his bicycle.

That afternoon, Li Haitang did not go to the wang family and drafted the outline of his martial arts novel at home. She had read so many classic novels in her previous life, plus her excellent memory and many classic sayings, she could still recite them now. In this era, it would not be a problem for her to revise and use them for reference.

It took most of the day to finish setting up the person and outline, and then began to write the main text. When she picked up her pen and started writing, she suddenly missed the days when she had a computer network in her previous life. It was too slow and tiring to write by hand.

The next day after returning from work at the wang family, Li Haitang immediately took a bath. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and her body was sticky. She didn't want to cook dinner at night, so she cooked some porridge and ate some.

As she sat at the desk writing, she suddenly heard two heavy and light footsteps outside the door, followed by Li Tao's voice: "Sister hoi tong, open the door. Dad and I are here."

Li Haitang put on a pair of feet and immediately got up to open the door.

Li Tao had a flashlight and a basket in her hand, and Li Jianguo had a cardboard box in her hand. She immediately greeted him, "Dad, Li Tao, why are you here tonight? Come in."

After the father and son walked in, Li Jianguo put the box in his hand on the ground, looked at the beam on the roof, and then replied, "It's too hot in summer. You can't have a fan in this house. I bought a ceiling fan for you at the supply and marketing agency today, and I came to help you install it."

Li Haitang wanted to buy a table fan in two days. Although the ceiling fan was cheaper, she couldn't pretend and didn't want to trouble Li Jianguo or other neighbors. Now that he had bought her a new one and had specially come over to install it for him at night, it was strange that he was not moved. He pursed his lips and said, "Thank you, dad."

Li Jianguo said "Yes" and bent down to open the box.

Li Tao put the basket in his hand on the ground, looking for a sense of existence and said, "This is the vegetables I picked in the field today. I'll bring some for you. You can put it in the kitchen. I'll take the basket back later."

Li Haitang smiled and said, "Okay."

She bent over to pick up the basket, turned to the kitchen next door, took out all the dishes in the basket and put them in the broken basket in the corner of the ground. He took out two large pears from the cupboard, washed them, and went into the bedroom.

Li Jianguo stepped on the only stool in the room to install a fan. Li Tao stood in front of the desk and read Li Haitang's manuscript. Her eyes were brighter than the fifteen watt light bulb in the room.

Li Haitang pushed him down, handed him the pear in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you think it's impolite to go through other people's private secrets without their permission?"

Li Tao dodged the script in one hand, grabbed a pear in the other and bit it, "Hehe, you confiscated it yourself. I saw it by accident. It's rude." He took a bite, spat out a mouthful of juice, waved the script with his right hand, and laughed so hard that he said, "It's pretty. Let me finish it first."

Li Haitang looked serious and said, "This one in your hand is not good. I want to submit it. I can't get it dirty. Look at this draft." He handed him the other one on the table.

Seeing that she looked serious, Li Tao immediately went over to put the manuscript back in its place, took the draft in her hand, and asked curiously, "What did you mean by submitting?"

Li Haitang took out a newspaper under a pile of books and explained it to him carefully.

The more Li Tao listened, the more surprised he became. He forgot to bite the pear in his hand. His eyes widened to the extreme and he said in disbelief, "You mean, this story you wrote will be published in this newspaper?"

Li Haitang pursed his lips and said, "Not all works can be selected. I'm trying to submit a copy. I don't know if the editor of the newspaper can read it. I've written a poem before, and I haven't replied to it yet. I just started writing this martial arts novel when I was bored."

Li Tao looked at her with a frightened look, then said quietly, "I just read a little. I think you wrote very well, and the other party must have read it."

Li Haitang laughed and joked, "If the editor-in-chief of the newspaper doesn't like it, I'll write it for you. It's not a waste of my effort to have you as a reader." As he spoke, he rubbed his sore arm. Writing for a long time was actually tiring.

Although Li Jianguo was installing a fan, he still listened to their conversation and was shocked. She glanced at Li Haitang without a trace, and saw that she looked very much like the person ten years ago. Then she remembered something, her eyes darkened, and she continued to focus on installing the fan.

Li Tao finished the pear with a few clicks, threw the nucleus out of the room, and ran back, whispering, "Hey, can I also write down to throw it?"

"You?" Li Haitang's eyelids lifted, and there was an obvious distrust on his face.

Li Tao was shocked by her eyes, and her confidence instantly weakened. She muttered softly, "I read a lot of comic books at my classmate's place. I think it's very interesting. I want to try drawing too."

Li Haitang: ... "Try to draw. Does this kid think anything can be published in the newspaper? She said in an elderly tone," the type of comics you read is indeed very popular with readers. They are well illustrated and more interesting than just reading books. You may be able to come up with a few simple stories in your mind right now, but your knowledge is not enough, your ability to organize your language is not enough, and your writing style is very green. Of course, if you want to keep trying, I will support you."

It was not that she had deliberately discouraged the "Correct" child, but that she had read his previous essays. They were indeed too young, too little knowledge and not enough experience. After all, he was only twelve years old. Of course, it is very good that he has the idea of making progress now, and it is worthy of praise.

"Then how can I make up for these shortcomings?" Li Tao thought carefully about what she said, as if it made sense, and asked, rubbing the back of her head with an inquisitive expression.

Li Haitang said seriously, "Read more books, read more newspapers, listen more, think more, speak more, and communicate with more people."

Li Tao: ..." These all seem difficult.

After you receive the notice tomorrow, I'll take you to the bookstore in the county the day after tomorrow. The comic books you've read are just the tip of the iceberg. I'll show you the real sea of books." A child of this age is very sensitive. Li Haitang doesn't mind giving him a push at this point.

Li Tao jumped up with joy and cheered, "Okay."

Li Jianguo, who had installed the fan, naturally listened to them. His eyes flickered. He jumped off the stool, turned on the switch and tried. Seeing that the fan leaf was slowly turning, he said in a calm tone, "It's okay."

Li Haitang said happily, "Thank you, dad. Have a pear."

"Yes." Li Jianguo threw the tools into the basket, then took the pear in her hand and ate it. He looked at the thick stack of books on her desk and warned, "Don't read too late at night. Go to bed early."

Li Haitang smiled and said, "I know."

The father and son sat down for a while before they went home, while Li Haitang continued to write. With the ceiling fan, the room was no longer so stuffy and unbearable, and the wind was cool and comfortable on the body. As the living environment improved, writing became more efficient. Her biological clock reminded her that it was time to sleep, and she had already written five pages.