Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 635 Chapter 634 Do What We Can
Before the Republic of China, there were roughly four types of relationships in official circles: disciples, classmates, fellow townsmen, and in-laws.

After the Republic of China, students gradually evolved into a group based on schools, but fellow townsmen still existed.

Fellow townsmen can probably be understood as everyone coming from the same place, which is the case with Ye Zhijuan and Luo Qingquan.

For famous people who have come out of a certain area, specific groups in the local area or city will have a contact book that records someone's age, gender, work unit, position, and contact information.

Only those who have reached a certain level or have achieved a certain level are eligible to be included in this address book. Luo Qingquan and Ye Zhijuan are obviously on this list.

"Mom, how did Uncle Luo receive this letter? Was it from the editorial committee or sent directly to him?" Although Ye Zhijuan said that as a member of the editorial committee, she has the right to know, it can be understood that it is related to the physical health of the people, and it can also be understood that it was sent to the editorial committee, so Tang Zhitong must first clarify this issue.

"Send it to the editorial committee and forward it here." Ye Zhijuan said clearly.

After getting the answer, Tang Zhitong's already tense heart became even more tense and his brows furrowed. The purpose of developing the "Barefoot Doctor Manual" was to benefit the general public in terms of medical care, and he never expected to receive such a hot potato.

"Mom, do many people know about this? Whether from a personal perspective, the editorial committee perspective, or even the Women's Federation perspective, it's best not to uncover this matter." Tang Zhitong chose his words carefully and spoke slowly.

What is the current situation? Tang Zhitong doesn’t believe that the higher-ups haven’t heard about it, otherwise they wouldn’t be promoting vegetable substitution under the name of “self-reliance”.

There is no shortage of wealthy ladies with special powers in life. With the reputation of "self-reliance", many units have gone to the grassroots to ask for land and people to build small farms. Tang Zhitong has heard Fang Yuan talk about this.

Besides, is the lid so easy to open?

Some people hold on to a glimmer of hope and want to deceive themselves. But if a whistleblower jumps out at this time, what good outcome will there be?
"Oh, I understand." Ye Zhijuan nodded with difficulty. The position was there, and she knew only more than her son-in-law. However, she still felt a little bit uncomfortable in her heart, because the situation in the photo was so tragic that she couldn't bear to look at it.

"Mom, the military and politics are separate. Uncle Luo shouldn't interfere in such matters. Let him think about last year's meeting, think about Guajiatun, think about his own family, and don't be impulsive. It's best to deal with this letter cleanly. The editorial board has never received such a letter. It is normal to lose one or two letters during the delivery process." Classmate Xiao Wang once said that Luo Qingquan was a rigorous person, so Tang Zhitong said a few more words. If he didn't listen, then there was nothing he could do.

Tang Zhitong admitted that he was scared at this moment. This matter involved too many people, so it was more important to protect his family, because no one could change this matter, and there was no theoretical basis for changing direction at present.

"I'll try my best." Ye Zhijuan closed her eyes, her face full of fatigue.

Thousands of words can express everything.

Seeing Ye Zhijuan's appearance, Xiao Wang felt very distressed and stood up to massage her mother's temples.

Tang Zhitong also stood up and walked to the balcony. At this moment, he really wanted to smoke a cigarette.

As to whether this letter was a conspiracy or a coincidence, Tang Zhitong didn't care, and he didn't care even more whether the person who sent the photos would find an opportunity to throw the photos in the area outside Jianguomen.

People should know their own limitations and do what they can. Tang Zhitong admitted that he was a coward.

I wish I had thousands of spacious houses to make all the poor people in the world happy.

Du Fu was an idealistic man who suffered from the high rent, but he only wanted to make the "poor scholars" happy and had nothing to do with the common people. This was the reality. How could he care about the lives of the common people?
Don Quixote also had ideals. He helped the needy time and time again and attacked windmills time and time again, but in the end he still repented and faced the reality, didn't he?
Lei Jun once said that if you really can't hold on any longer, it's okay to lie down for a while. It's not shameful to lie down for a while...

In the end, you still have to learn to reconcile with yourself.

"Mom, what do you need me to do to make canned fish?" Tang Zhitong looked out the window for a while, prepared himself mentally, and sat back on the sofa.

"Your Aunt Li is still coordinating and planning to see if it's possible to build a cannery there. You write down the recipe for the spiced fish and give it to me later. I'll first find a cannery to see if it can be made and whether it can be stored after it's made." Ye Zhijuan patted her eldest daughter's hand and opened her eyes.

"Okay! I can write it now. There is less wine on the market now, so we can use the production capacity of wine bottles to produce canned bottles." Tang Zhitong did not ask what Aunt Li would do. In his simple understanding, it is a very good practice to can the fish caught in spring and summer and store them, and then put them on the market in autumn and winter.

As for whether five-spiced Spanish mackerel and five-spiced hairtail can earn foreign exchange, it is actually not important.

It would be best if you can earn foreign exchange, as foreign exchange can save lives in critical times. If you cannot earn foreign exchange, then you can rely on domestic emergency assistance.

There may be cost issues involved, but since it has reached the point of emergency, cost is no longer a problem...

Tang Zhitong knocked on the bedroom door. Jingying opened the door after a while. Her little face was flushed and she didn't dare to look her brother-in-law in the eye.

"Jingying, help me find some writing paper." Tang Zhitong took a look at his sister-in-law's appearance and knew that she must have been eavesdropping by sticking to the door, so he found a reason to keep her in the bedroom.

"Okay." Jingying lowered her head, took out a stack of letter paper from the drawer, and placed her pen on the letter paper.

Watching his sister-in-law put the pen in place, Tang Zhitong became more certain of his guess. There was a pen in the pocket of his coat, which was very conspicuous, but his sister-in-law didn't notice it.

"Jingying, if you heard something, you must keep it to yourself and never tell it out even in your dreams, okay?" Tang Zhitong looked straight at his sister-in-law and warned her seriously.

"Okay, I got it, brother-in-law." Jingying didn't argue and agreed with her head down.

"I know you are a good kid and you can definitely do it. You go out first, I'll write something." Tang Zhitong moved aside to make room for his sister-in-law to go out, and started writing the recipe.

Tang Zhitong wrote down every detail, including what kind of fish, how big it should be cut, how many ingredients to use, what kind of cooking utensils to use, and how long to cook it.

Not only that, Tang Zhitong also wrote a refined version and a beggar version.

The refined version is fried and sugared, while the beggar's version is just boiled dry, and whether sugar is added or not is also indicated: it's up to you to choose.

It was a long and eloquent article that took up nearly two pages of paper.

When I came out, Jingmin was already at home.

Seeing Tang Zhitong coming out of the bedroom, Jingmin immediately came up to her and complained to his elder sister: "Brother-in-law, you were on a business trip a few days ago and my sister beat me again. Can you control your wife and stop her from beating me all the time?"

"What? You want to drag me into this? Haven't you seen your sister hit me? Let me tell you, your sister is very powerful. She hit me yesterday and I got internal injuries." Tang Zhitong slapped his brother-in-law on the head and praised him.

After returning from Wuhan, Tang Zhitong heard from his classmate Xiao Wang about Jingmin hitting someone's glass and Fengzhi beating someone up. He also learned about the subsequent punishment. Not only was Jingmin beaten, but Fengzhi also did not escape the slap from Zhang Guifang after returning home.

"What is internal injury?" Jingmin touched his head, put the matter of revenge aside for the time being, and asked curiously.

"Internal injuries, even if you can't see them from the outside, they are all inside your body, and you have to take care of them slowly." Tang Zhitong handed the recipe to Ye Zhijuan and said to him casually. Ye Zhijuan watched her son-in-law and son interact, smiled and took the letter without saying anything.

"Tsk, I can't tell that you have any internal injuries, you're full of energy. If you don't dare, just say it directly. You're still making excuses to fool me. You're a henpecked man." Jingmin curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"Yes, yes, I'm a henpecked man. I hope your ears can stand up straight in the future. Go play with your sister. I'll go watch the cooking and have dinner." Tang Zhitong looked at the time. It was almost time for dinner.

"Jingmin, come here, let me see if your ears are erect." With Jingmin's interruption, the solemn atmosphere at home became much more relaxed. Classmate Xiao Wang seized the opportunity and waved to his younger brother.

"No! I'm not stupid. I want to learn how to cook from my brother-in-law!" Jingmin subconsciously covered his ears, ran in front of Tang Zhitong, and flashed into the kitchen first.

It was impossible to learn how to cook. When Tang Zhitong entered the kitchen, Jingmin came over again and said, "Brother-in-law, I don't mind if you don't help me get revenge, but can you give me back the slingshot?"

"Hey! Are you still holding a grudge against me? What did I say at that time? If you hit someone's glass, my things will be confiscated." The kitchen was very clean, with only some pickled cabbage, which seemed to be brought over by classmate Xiao Wang a while ago.

"I'm just angry at them for scolding Fengzhi. I promise there won't be a next time! Please, brother-in-law, just give it to me~" Jingmin raised his fist, swore and begged, and he was almost rolling on the ground.

"It's no use begging me. The slingshot is with your sister. You broke someone's glass and got me into trouble. Your sister scolded me." Tang Zhitong washed his hands and planned to stew sauerkraut.

"What should I do?" Jingmin frowned when he heard this. He dared not take the slingshot from his elder sister!
"Just give it a try. How will you know if you don't try? Talk to your sister and see if you can exchange it for housework. Okay, get out. I don't think you look like someone who wants to learn how to cook." Tang Zhitong waved his hand to send him away.

Tang Zhitong didn’t know what consensus the siblings had reached. He only saw Jingmin clearing the table on his own initiative after dinner, and he looked very happy.

On the way back, Xiao Wang did not withdraw the royalties from "One Cent" because he did not bring the remittance slip.

When they got home, Zhang Guifang and Fengzhen were turning the soil, while Fengzhi was playing with Beibei with a cat toy.

"Mom, let me do it." Tang Zhitong parked his bicycle, handed the odds and ends on his body to classmate Xiao Wang, and walked forward to take the hoe.

"There's not much left. You'll be sweating if you keep working yourself up." Zhang Guifang stopped, wiped the sweat off her face, and said.

"It's okay. It's a good time to take a bath after sweating. We haven't taken a bath for a while. Today is a good day. Let's boil some water and take a bath." Tang Zhitong took the hoe without giving any time for discussion and instructed Fengzhen, "Fengzhen, bring out the stove, light it up, and boil some water."

When she heard about taking a bath, Fengzhi became excited. She threw the cat toy aside and happily helped her sister carry the baby.

People in the north take baths less frequently in winter, not only because it is cold, but also because the current living standards are not high and the skin does not secrete oil. If they wash too frequently, the skin will not only become dry but also itchy.

Of course, the heavy work has to be done by the men in the family.

According to the farming season, it’s okay to wait a few days before turning the soil.

The weather has been warm in the past two days, the ice in the moat has melted and the soil has thawed. If we turn the soil now, when the temperature drops again at night, a batch of insect eggs deep in the soil will be frozen to death, which can effectively prevent diseases and insect pests after spring plowing.

The matter of the letter made Tang Zhitong feel depressed today, and he could vent his feelings by turning the soil, so he did not hold back. After he had turned over all the soil in the yard, blisters appeared on his palms.

"Let me help you choose." After seeing this, Xiao Wang felt very distressed.

"Okay, I'll wash my hands first." Tang Zhitong replied with gritted teeth.

There is no mercurochrome or gentian violet at home, so when I get a few minor scratches on my body, white wine comes in handy.

Medically speaking, 75% alcohol is the best ratio for killing germs, but ordinary people don't care about this. Alcohol with a concentration of more than 40 degrees will do, and alcohol with a concentration of more than 50 degrees will also do. The main thing is to use whatever is available.

As long as you wipe it with white wine, you will feel relieved. What's more amazing is that it generally won't get inflamed. I don't know if it's because of the disinfecting effect of white wine or the strong self-healing ability of the human body.

Students who have experienced the use of white wine for disinfection know how it feels. It is no less than sprinkling salt on a wound, and the pain comes on very quickly.

Tang Zhitong gritted his teeth and faced it with a smile.

Moderate pain is sometimes not a bad thing. It not only reminds people that they are still alive, but also can divert their attention.

Zhang Guifang prepared dinner, a plate of stewed cabbage, a plate of Chinese toon pickles, and a small bowl of kimchi for Xiao Wang.

The vegetables in the cellar have been almost consumed, and the cabbage can no longer be stewed whole as before, but only half a head, to delay until the spring vegetables come out.

After dinner, they took a bath. The family members took turns to take a bath, and the young couple was the last one.

When Tang Zhitong came out of the shower, Xiao Wang was wearing a hair dryer cap and pouring ink into a fountain pen. Next to him was the pencil case that Tang Zhitong brought to school.

"Don't bother with that. We have ink in school. If you run out, you can just go there to get some." Tang Zhitong knew at a glance that Xiao Wang was busy preparing for the start of school.

"Be prepared. You have rags at home to wipe the pen tips, but there are none at school, and your hands are rough and will easily get ink on them." Student Wang was unmoved.

"Thank you for your hard work during this period." Tang Zhitong did not argue anymore and sat aside, feeling a little emotional.

If you have a virtuous wife at home, you will not suffer from unexpected misfortunes.

During the time I was on a business trip, classmate Xiao Wang helped me a lot. Even Fengzhi told me the good news that she had joined the radio station. This was the first time in their elementary school and it was very impressive.

Student Xiao Wang raised his head and gave Tang Zhitong a sweet smile.

After putting away the stationery, Tang Zhitong carefully wiped Xiao Wang's hair. While Xiao Wang was not paying attention, he used the hair dryer to dry out about 80% of the moisture. This hair dryer is much more useful than a hair dryer. Why didn't he think of it before?
When resting at night, Xiao Wang was worried and couldn't fall asleep for a while.

"Still thinking about the letter?"

"Seeing you and mom feeling so miserable, I wonder if there's anything I can do." Xiao Wang used a little more strength in her hands and hugged her husband tightly.

"The current situation has little to do with you and me. We are all grains of sand in the era, and we can only do what we can." Tang Zhitong patted Xiao Wang on the back, paused, and then added: "Do what we can while protecting ourselves. I think this is good enough for now."

(End of this chapter)