Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 652 Chapter 651 Be Steady

"Isn't the royalty still too high? It needs to be reduced in the future?" Tang Zhitong scratched his head. Intellectuals are in high demand these days. In the eyes of others, it is really unreasonable that one can earn more than an ordinary worker in a day just by writing.

"This is the general trend." Ye Zhijuan nodded in affirmation. Seeing that Tang Zhitong had no intention of adding anything, she said directly: "I know you are aware of this, but as an elder, I still have to give you some advice."

"Well, you say." Tang Zhitong sat upright and showed his attitude.

"Your Aunt Li attached great importance to this handbook and admired it very much, so she specially asked for an inscription. Your Aunt Li also truly cares for the comrades on the compilation committee."

"In the past two years, some people took too much money because of the royalties, and there were many inappropriate aspects in their work and life."

Tang Zhitong nodded as he listened. Not only did he buy a courtyard house, he also took his dog to the barber shop to get a haircut. Now that his life was better, he wanted more. He felt that he had stretched his hands to places he shouldn't have stretched his hands to...

"Your Aunt Li didn't want the comrades on the editorial board to make mistakes in this regard, so after receiving the manuscript fee, she suppressed it. Each comrade only gave a symbolic amount, and the bulk of the money was used to equip the young people with medical equipment and necessary medicines."

"At that time, we discussed the solution that whoever has the people will be responsible for doing the ideological work. You are the initiator of the manual, and you are also my person, so I should be the one to tell you this." Ye Zhijuan told Tang Zhitong the cause and effect of the matter.

"Thank you, Mom. I have no objection at all." Tang Zhitong breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Ye Zhijuan called him up to explain the matter.

"That's not all. Later, the manual was reprinted once, and the royalties came. The second edition is coming soon, and there will be corresponding royalties. The first time was fine, but the second and third times, your Aunt Li was worried that the comrades below would have opinions, so she held a special meeting the day before yesterday to emphasize this issue again."

"Mom, thank you Aunt Li for your care and love. I have no objection." Tang Zhitong expressed his opinion again. At the same time, he admired Aunt Li's keenness in this regard. She was very accurate in seeing the problem and taking precautions before it happens.

"Well, I'm very relieved that you understand. But I still want to tell you how to arrange the money later. You have the right to know."

"The Women's Federation will definitely not embezzle the funds. The training of the first batch of young people with aspirations has shown initial results, and the second and third batches will be arranged later."

"People's food, medical equipment, etc., are not small amounts, and they all cost money. The Women's Federation should take responsibility in this and cannot push it all onto the health department."

Tang Zhitong nodded to show his understanding. To put it simply, if you just talk but don't put in any effort, you will feel insecure when it comes time to share the credit.

"As for the subsequent royalties, your Aunt Li still has the original intention of giving some to the editorial board members appropriately, and then taking out a portion to publish the journal. The bulk of it will still be used to improve the rural medical conditions in Beijing. As for the areas where there is a shortfall, the Women's Federation will find a way to solve it." Ye Zhijuan pointed out the topic.

"Mom, I still say the same thing. I have no objection. Don't give me the subsequent part. After all, I didn't contribute much to the later part, and I won't feel at ease holding it." Tang Zhitong was very happy. A few words won't make anyone rich. Since it's a response, he might as well do it better.

"You sly guy, if you don't take it, how can others take it? Just take as much as you are given." Ye Zhijuan pointed at Tang Zhitong and said with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll wait." Tang Zhitong also smiled.

"But I still want to remind you that in the future, try not to submit your articles for publication. If you do publish, you should publish something that stands on the people's side. For example, the song "One Cent" is very good." Ye Zhijuan paused and continued, "If you are short of money, you two can ask me."

"No, no. It was because we didn't have money before, so we thought of a shortcut. We both get over a hundred dollars in salary now, which is more than enough for us." Tang Zhitong waved his hands repeatedly. Ye Zhijuan had a hard time too. Although her salary was high, she still had to send money to her mother-in-law.

Although Tang Zhitong had not studied the changes in the royalties in detail, he knew that this was just a shortcut, so most of the soft articles promoting the postal code used pseudonyms just to be safe.

"Compared to submitting articles to earn some royalties, I think it's more reliable to use your intelligence and invent something."

"Don't underestimate these small things. There are many companies out there that are eager to make them."

"It will not only create more jobs, increase people's income and improve people's living standards, but also generate foreign exchange for the country. This is a great achievement!"

Ye Zhijuan pointed out the direction for her son-in-law and emphasized it.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll do my best." Tang Zhitong scratched his head. This was a bit difficult. After all, he didn't know the situation outside and didn't know what people really needed. If he really couldn't do it, he could only tinker with it and let comrades from relevant departments to screen it.

"You won't suffer any loss in this regard. There will be overseas remittance vouchers later." Ye Zhijuan emphasized the three words "overseas remittance vouchers" with great emphasis.

"Ah? There is this?" Tang Zhitong was a little surprised. He didn't expect this. He thought it was purely a way to promote style.

"Of course there must be. Didn't I bring it back a while ago?" Ye Zhijuan smiled, and then explained the ins and outs of this to her son-in-law.

Tang Zhitong listened carefully, and after Ye Zhijuan finished speaking, he summarized it. The general meaning was: foreign exchange could not reach individuals, but overseas remittance vouchers could. After the foreign exchange came in, it would be distributed in overseas remittance vouchers after settlement based on the completion status or the ratio agreed in advance.

Of course, this distribution will not be based on individuals, but on units or departments. After the units receive the distribution, they will reward individuals based on their merits and distribute the remittance coupons.

Tang Zhitong learned a good lesson today. No matter how much this is, it must be kept. Whether it is used by Ye Zhijuan or the Tang family, it can serve to block the source of food.

It would be perfect if I could get a little more. I could feed my family well and healthy just with the remittance vouchers.

"I will pass on the subsequent remittance vouchers to you. It's almost time, you should go to the Post and Telecommunications College." After Ye Zhijuan gave the instructions, she glanced at the wall clock and started to drive people away.

"Okay, Mom." Tang Zhitong stood up and waved to his brother-in-law: "Jingmin, come here."

Jingmin was still angry. When he saw Tang Zhitong calling him, he turned his head to the side and snorted through his nose.

"Oh, what a pity for this bottle of persimmon jam. I can't give it away even if I want to. I can only take it to school and share it with my classmates. It's really embarrassing." Tang Zhitong took out the bottle of ketchup from his bag and said pretentiously.

When he heard "persimmon sauce", Jingmin's head turned uncontrollably. After seeing the bottle of ketchup in Tang Zhitong's hand, Jingmin's mouth began to saliva uncontrollably. Even his feet became uncontrollable and he walked towards Tang Zhitong.

"Are you still angry?" Tang Zhitong asked with a smile as he saw his brother-in-law walking towards him.

"My brother-in-law loves me so much, how could I be angry with him?" Jingmin swallowed the saliva in his mouth, and his little mouth hummed as if it was covered with honey.

"Okay, for what you said, I have to give you the persimmon jam. Here." Tang Zhitong stopped teasing his brother-in-law, stuffed the bottle of saline solution into Jingmin's arms, rubbed his head, and said goodbye to Ye Zhijuan: "Mom, I'm leaving." On the way to the Post and Telecommunications College, Tang Zhitong recalled what Ye Zhijuan said about royalties.

The time is accurate, and even the file name is included, which shows that she put a lot of effort into it. She also clearly said that she specifically inquired about it the day before yesterday. If it wasn't for herself, she probably wouldn't pay attention to this information.

Tang Zhitong knew that many literati would suffer after the storm, but he was not very clear about the ins and outs of it.

What my mother-in-law talked about today were all the blind spots in my knowledge. Once they were spoken, it was like the fog had cleared up, and I could stand on a high place and see the scenery ten kilometers away. It was all suddenly clear.

Now that I think about it, submitting articles is no longer the best way to make quick money legally and reasonably.

Tang Zhitong had participated in several escort missions. The number of magazines escorted out and in during the most recent mission was much less than before. At the time, he thought that the people had stopped unnecessary consumption in order to take care of food and drink. Now, he thought that some magazines might have been directly suspended...

With fewer publications, there will be fewer platforms for publication, but there will still be people who make a living by writing. The surviving newspapers and periodicals will become more strict in accepting manuscripts, and the competitive pressure will increase, not to mention that the royalties are being reduced again and again.
With the mother-in-law's suggestion today, Tang Zhitong decided not to submit manuscripts in the future. He would also wait and see about songs, and forget about poetry, as he had never been interested in that kind of thing.

In short, it is a great blessing in life to have someone to give you advice and help you avoid mistakes!

Even if someone reminded him, it didn't stop Tang Zhitong from skipping classes. He skipped classes in the afternoon and went to the escort department. He had to go there today to hand over the watch to Miss Ma.

Ma Wei was very happy after receiving the watch. To express her gratitude, she gave Tang Zhitong a bag of soybeans and two boxes of cigarettes. The soybeans were heavy and said, "The soybeans are for you, and the cigarettes are for Director Fang. Please pass them on to me, Section Chief."

"Well, don't be polite with me. I'm glad to be able to help you. If you hadn't been guarding the Finance Department on weekdays, I don't know how overwhelmed I would be. As for the cigarettes, I'll go give them to Director Fang." Tang Zhitong handed the soybeans and the receipt for the watch to Ma Wei. This thing was the only proof of purchase for the watch, and it could also be used as a repair certificate, provided that it was under warranty.

"Then don't be polite to me, Section Chief. I'll take care of the affairs of the section and call you if there is anything." Ma Wei said straightforwardly.

"Okay!" The two reached an agreement in a few words.

It's normal to ask someone to do something for you, especially when the items you're buying are in-demand goods.

Tang Zhitong went straight to Fang Yuan's office with a cigarette. With Tang Zhitong present, Fang Yuan did not refuse.

"Brother Yuan, I still have to leave early to pick up my sister from school. There are more and more beggars on the streets, and I'm not very reassured." Fang Yuan was not an outsider, so Tang Zhitong said matter-of-factly.

"Go ahead, and be careful." Fang Yuan nodded. He also noticed the situation on the street. Those beggars should be more accurately called homeless people, and there were also some near his home.

Tang Zhitong left the escort office and this time did not go through Zhengyang Gate. Instead, he took a detour to Taoranting and headed north through Heping Gate.

There are many food shops in front of Zhengyangmen, such as Quanjude, Bianyifang, Hongbinlou, Fengzeyuan, Qingyanlou, Laozhengxing, Hengshengguan, Jinyangju, Juxianggong, Zhengmingzhai, Yueshengzhai and Fushunzhai. They are all in this area and not far from each other.

Since they are begging, they will definitely give priority to places where rich people can afford.

Poverty breeds evil schemes, while wealth breeds conscience.

There are always some compassionate people who will give beggars some gifts.

There are many beggars near Qianmen, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any in other places. There are also beggars in the alleys, but just fewer.

The intelligence agents at Tieluguba's intelligence center also talked about this. Tang Zhitong overheard it when he was carrying water. Most of these beggars were farmers from nearby areas, as it was difficult for people from other places to enter the city.

Although he was walking around a busy area, Tang Zhitong still saw beggars in groups of three or four. Some of them were obviously edematous and walked unsteadily. He also saw people who were willing to give alms.

There was an old lady with bound feet who gave a small piece of steamed bread to a beggar with edema while muttering "what a sin" in return for the beggar's gratitude.

In those days, no one had much food. If you encountered a beggar at your door, you would usually give him a cent or two to send him away, and rarely would you give him food.

Tang Zhitong looked at the swollen face and felt equally sorry for him, so he stopped the car and gave him fifty cents.

The literal meaning of "green-yellow shortage" is that the green grain is not yet ripe, but the yellow, ripe grain has been eaten. It usually happens when the new grain is not yet ready for harvest.

But at the moment, the gap between the harvest and the harvest cannot be judged simply by the color. Looking around, there are too many places that have no food to eat.

Winter is hard to endure, but if you can’t bear it any longer, there is always a rope.

Now it is a double hardship both mentally and physically. There is no food left at home. If we hold on for a few more days, the wild vegetables will sprout, which is hope; but what makes people despair is that we have nothing to eat now.

I really had no other choice but to lose face and go out to the streets. Who would be willing to give up their dignity and become a beggar?

In recent years, both in rural and urban areas, people have been full of expectations and desires for food. The most vivid reflection of this is in the names of newborns. Many newborns are named Mancang, Mantun, Yingcang, Yingying, Xiaoman, Fengfeng, etc., which are very direct but also very simple.

After returning home, Tang Zhitong asked, "Mom, have you met any beggars recently?"

"Yes." Zhang Guifang nodded.

"Don't give too much dry food, give as much money as possible." Tang Zhitong did not stop Zhang Guifang from being kind. In the eyes of the older generation, helping the poor and the needy is a good deed, and this simple value is worth promoting.

"I know. Your grandma told me before. Giving dry food will make people miss you. Even if you give it, don't give good ones. And don't give too much money."

"Hey, grandma is really thoughtful." Tang Zhitong didn't expect that his grandma would tell his mother these things. Maybe he was young at the time and didn't pay attention.

(End of this chapter)