Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 654 Chapter 653 Counting Treasures

Before Zhang Guifang could speak, Tang Zhitong knew that Fengzhi was overthinking.

As expected, Zhang Guifang handed the remittance slip to her daughter-in-law who came into the house, and taught Fengzhi: "Little kid, what are you going to do with the money? Tell me when you want to buy something."

Tang Zhitong smiled and didn't try to persuade him. He thought it was normal not to give children pocket money these days.

However, Fengzhen is in junior high school, so she still needs to have some money for emergencies. Her classmate Xiao Wang once said that she gave her some money privately, but Fengzhen usually didn't spend it. She gave her one dollar at the beginning of the month and it was still one dollar at the end of the month. She is really an expert at saving money.

After hearing what her mother said, Fengzhi pouted in dissatisfaction and was angry, but there was nothing she could do.

Classmate Xiao Wang was also laughing, mainly at his sister-in-law's straightforwardness. If this happened to his younger brother, he would have to tell his mother the good news first, saying that the song he recorded had been played and so on, and then take the opportunity to make a request after making his mother happy.

But this cannot be blamed on Fengzhi. She didn't know that the song she sang had already been heard across the motherland through the radio waves.

"Mom, Fengzhi has made great progress. The song she recorded a while ago has been broadcast on China National Radio. People all over the country can hear what Fengzhi is doing." Student Xiao Wang took the remittance slip, but did not put it away immediately. Instead, he tried to fight for it for his sister-in-law.

"Then don't give it to her. Take the money. If it weren't for you running around, how could such a good thing happen to this little girl?" Zhang Guifang was very happy after hearing this, but she still refused to give her daughter pocket money. However, she didn't let Fengzhi down. She reached out and touched her daughter's head and said, "I'll cook you a salted egg tonight. Eat one yourself."

"Okay." Seeing that Zhang Guifang was determined not to give her pocket money, Fengzhi could only accept her mother's proposal reluctantly.

Student Xiao Wang didn't say anything, but he didn't intend to take the money. He planned to take it out and give it to his mother-in-law.

"Don't be ungrateful. Your school will definitely commend you in the future. At least you will be given a certificate during the holidays." Tang Zhitong saw his sister's reluctance and gave her a slap on the head.

"Really?" Fengzhi's face was full of joy after hearing this, and she didn't care about her brother hitting her on the head.

"It's more real than real gold! Just wait and see." Tang Zhitong was full of confidence.

Since the public security department attaches so much importance to it, there is no reason for the education department not to attach importance to it, and there is even less reason for schools not to attach importance to it!
Tang Zhitong had seen the congratulatory messages issued by schools, which only mentioned that a certain student had won a certain award under the careful teaching of a certain teacher, but never mentioned how much time, energy and money the student's parents had spent to cultivate their child's specialties.

It is no exaggeration to say that Fengzhi can choose a school based on this song. She can choose any school in the city, and it would be no difficulty to transfer to a key school without having to use any backdoor channels.

However, Tang Zhitong did not say this, because his home was in the flower market, and it would be a bit troublesome to change schools for his sister, as picking her up and providing meals were all problems.

After dinner, when returning to the room, Xiao Wang talked to Tang Zhitong about the housing change at the company.

"It's not that we can't change it." Tang Zhitong pondered the location of his own yard. This land used to be a mass grave, and most of the people living here were ordinary people. There were trivial matters going on every day, and in a few decades the house would definitely be demolished, and nothing would be left.

"You want to change?" Student Wang was stunned.

"Hey, I want to move to a house in the inner city, closer to Director Ye and your unit. But it's not easy, so let's wait and see." Tang Zhitong naturally had his own calculations. If he could move to the inner city and avoid the demolition area, it would definitely be a real estate that could be passed down to future generations. No lease term of 70 years, no taxes. It's wonderful to think about it!
"A house in the inner city? It doesn't have to be close to my workplace. It won't take long for me to ride my bike there. How about I register with the workplace?" Xiao Wang asked in a soliciting manner.

"No one in your company knows that we have our own house and yard, right?"

"I didn't say that." Student Wang shook his head.

"Then don't register yet. Let's take a look first. There's no rush." ​​Tang Zhitong thought for a while and replied.

Tang Zhitong had heard about the issue of house-changing. It was a development that was happening along with the reduction of buses and quantitative reduction. Now was not the easiest time to change houses. It would be more likely to get a good house if we waited a little longer.

"That's fine. Let's clean up and go to bed early." Xiao Wang agreed casually, picked up the foot basin and prepared to fill it with water.

Tang Zhitong chuckled and did not point out Xiao Wang's little thoughts.

Some people say that women have four stages every month:
The first stage is the follicular stage, during which you are full of energy and vitality;

The second stage is the luteal phase, when one has a hot temper and tends to be literary;

The third stage is the ovulation period, when you are prone to becoming a kitten and a clingy person;

The fourth stage is called the menstrual period. The woman is moody and will even kick a dog on the street if it sticks out its tongue.

Tang Zhitong knew that Xiao Wang was not in pain, but the third stage was more obvious recently, probably because he wanted to be a mother too much.

Tonight, Tang Zhitong, who had been studying the Chinese-English dictionary for a while, taught Xiao Wang an English word - supermarket me...

As early as August 1930, America's first supermarket opened - the King Coulomb Union Store. In 8, the word supermarket appeared in the dictionary, meaning "supermarket", or "supermarket" for short.

Due to the different industrial bases, China has not carried out the primitive accumulation of "500 draws for free when going online", so it is worse than the other side in all aspects. That is why after the reform and opening up, a large number of people are scrambling to go out and wash dishes.

February 2, Wednesday, there are still no classes in the afternoon.

As usual, Tang Zhitong came to the escort department and participated in an organizational life.

Everyone is a familiar face and the atmosphere is very harmonious.

We talked about work, about tidying up the land outside, and even about what to plant.

Up to this point, the atmosphere was still very harmonious, but when it came to talking about life, the atmosphere became a little heavy.

Two days ago, Fang Yuan had discussed with Zhang Jinbo from the Escort Department and made adjustments to the personnel, taking every escort into consideration and trying to ensure that every escort has the opportunity to eat train meals.

There is no wall that is impenetrable. When other departments found out about this, they were not very happy. Although the train meals were a little more expensive, they were still cheaper than the black market and were reasonable and legal.

Look, in life, some people start talking about difficulties, and when there are difficulties, it is inevitable to seek help from organizations.

Tang Zhitong watched from the side. In fact, there was no good way to solve the problem through formal channels, but Fang Yuan still nodded and expressed his intention to go to the Municipal Bureau to beg for support.

After a while, Tang Zhitong did not go back to his office immediately, but followed Fang Yuan into his office.

"Brother Yuan, this matter is my fault for not being thoughtful enough. I'm sorry for putting you in such a difficult position." Looking at Fang Yuan's frown, Tang Zhitong felt bad. He had only thought of helping in some way at the beginning, but he had underestimated the determination of colleagues in other departments to pursue a better life.

"It has nothing to do with you. You mean well. Don't put all the blame on yourself." Fang Yuan held a cigarette between his legs and pointed to the chair in front of him, motioning Tang Zhitong to sit down.

"I heard recently that many units are trying every possible way to subsidize food for their employees. Some units can even subsidize their employees with ten kilograms of food a month." Fang Yuan shared what he had heard and wanted to hear Tang Zhitong's opinion.

"It's better not to do this kind of thing." Tang Zhitong immediately shook his head and directly denied Fang Yuan's idea.

This is not uncommon. A good leader in the eyes of an employee is not one who always rushes to the front, but one who can bring real benefits to the employees.

Therefore, many units in the city now have their own small grain depots, and they try every means to report more demands to the grain department. After the grain arrives, they keep some for mobile use and share the rest among everyone.

Truth will come to light sooner or later. Not to mention Fang Yuan, even Tang Zhitong has heard similar things at the intelligence center of Tieluguba, such as the monthly subsidy of several kilograms of grain for sanitation workers who sweep the streets and remove feces. "I have a friend whose family has an elder who works in the grain system. According to him, the head of the grain system is very principled. If there is a shortage of grain, the next step will definitely be to investigate. We are too small to withstand the beating." Tang Zhitong thought of Huo Xiaoping, who said that his father wanted to plug the various loopholes in the current grain supply.

"You've seen the situation today. What else can we do besides this? I've already asked the Municipal Bureau, and they don't have any surplus grain. How much can we produce from the little land we have outside? What's a water-carrying truck?" Fang Yuan also told Tang Zhitong the truth. He said going to the Municipal Bureau was just an excuse, and he couldn't get any grain at all.

"A drop in the bucket." Tang Zhitong helped Fang Yuan complete the idiom and also used his brain to come up with a solution.

For a moment, the only sound in the office was Fang Yuan smoking.

"Brother Yuan, I remember you mentioned to me before that some units are 'self-reliant' and have set up farms down there? Can the Municipal Bureau do it?" Tang Zhitong thought for a while, but didn't have any constructive ideas. He could only move forward along the path that others had taken.

"Old Su has also tried this, but it doesn't work at all. The level of our unit is still too low." Fang Yuan continued to shake his head.

"Our unit is of a low level, but the department is of a high level. The department doesn't have as many people as our municipal bureau. If the department sets up a farm, our municipal bureau will send people to work there in turns, and when the harvest comes, they will give us some. Is this okay?" Tang Zhitong had a lot of crooked ideas and set his sights on the top of his own system.

"You are quite bold in thinking." Fang Yuan laughed.

"There's really nothing we can do." Tang Zhitong spread his hands with an innocent expression.

The escorts at the Escort Department are under dual management, but they cannot approach the military about the quantitative issue, nor can they encourage them to set up farms. They can only start with the Municipal Bureau.

Tang Zhitong had heard not only from Fang Yuan but also from Zhang Xinping about going down to run a farm.

There are definitely units working on it now, but it has definitely not reached its climax yet. After all, we can barely get by now.

We have to wait until November this year, when people suffer a severe famine, before the departments above will rush to set up farms below.

"It's almost time for the busy farming season. I'll go find Old Su and discuss things!" Fang Yuan put the cigarette butt into the ashtray, picked up his hat and put it on.

"Well, when the time is right, let's find Xiao Ma and let her get some fresh air." Tang Zhitong also stood up and pointed in the direction of his office. It would be easier to get things done if he had someone in the court.

When Tang Zhitong said “at the appropriate time”, he didn’t mean to inform Ma Wei right away. The matter had to be reported to the municipal bureau with their consent first, and then it would be Ma Wei’s turn to take action.

Whether it can be accomplished or not, we can only do our best and leave the rest to fate.

After Fang Yuan left, Tang Zhitong did not stay long. He packed up and went to pick up his sister.

Xiao Wang felt sorry for her husband, so she asked her to pick her up only when she came from the Post and Telecommunications College. If she came from the escort department, they would meet at Erlong Road.

As the day grew longer, it was still light when Xiao Wang came out of the Beijing Library, so Tang Zhitong agreed.

Today, a strange wind blew from somewhere. It started blowing when Tang Zhitong left the escort office, and by the time he reached Erlong Road, the dust was already flying.

For no apparent reason, Tang Zhitong thought of "Dead Water": This is a ditch of hopeless dead water, and not even a breeze can create a single ripple.

According to legend, this poem was written about Erlong Road before it was renovated.

Tang Zhitong doesn't like dust, but since he has never seen Erlonggou, he can't say which is better. If he has to choose, he still prefers green mountains and clear waters.

When the bell rang, the students poured out of the classroom. Tang Zhitong and Xiao Wang picked up their sisters and went home in the dust.

No matter how dusty the world is, there are people working hard to make a living.

When the three of them arrived home, an old man and his children were playing clappers at the entrance of the Tang family's house:

"Look, look, here comes a poor beggar.

Hello, auntie, and kind uncle, please have pity on a poor man like me.

Give me a bun and a bowl of soup, and I wish you a long and healthy life. "

"Puh!" Tang Zhitong blew his nose and spat out the sand in his mouth, then said to the old man: "Hey, uncle, don't you look at who lives in your house? Who can bear the responsibility of opening your mouth to be a aunt or uncle?"

"Please bear with me for coming out to beg for food." The old man, dressed in tattered clothes, bowed to Tang Zhitong, then gave a look to the child next to him.

The child was well-behaved. He clasped the clapper in his hands and followed along with his words:

"Don't be afraid, big boss, poor people can't benefit much.

You are rich, I have a mouth, and I am a poor guy.

I am benefiting from your wealth and came to visit Xiangqiong when I passed by.

First bow to the gentleman, second bow to the minister, and third bow to the shopkeeper.

After worshipping the water, you then worship the mountain. The ancestor you worship is Fan Dan.

I won't worship a person who is not magnanimous; flowers won't bloom if they don't welcome spring.

Flowers need to bloom, the moon needs to be full..."

"Okay, okay, save your breath, I'll go back and get it for you." Tang Zhitong waved his hand and asked them to make way. He let Xiao Wang and Feng Zhen push the bicycles in first, followed by himself.

Although Tang Zhitong said so, the father and son were not idle either, and they kept pouring out nice words, making people feel embarrassed if they didn't give them something, and would feel guilty if they gave too little.

Tang Zhitong gave a lot, including the steamed corn bread that Zhang Guifang had made last night, the kind with corn husks mixed in, a whole one.

"Are they begging for food? They are quite good at talking. I seem to have seen them somewhere." When they returned to the house, classmate Xiao Wang was standing at the door with a broom. He first swept the dust off Tang Zhitong's body.

"Shulaibao, there was this scene when we watched Teahouse. They all make a living with their mouths." After sweeping the dirt, the young couple went into the house to wash their hands.

"I remember it now that you mentioned it, but that was a bone, right?"

"Well, it's all a kind of quick-talking, and it's related to crosstalk. It was a way of begging in the past. Don't be fooled by what they said just now. If you don't give them dry food, it will be very unpleasant later." Tang Zhitong smiled. Those who do this are all poor people. They can say nice things, but if they say unpleasant things, it can choke a person to death.

Sulaibao can be regarded as a domestic rapper. At the beginning, he would go from street to street and sing on the streets. His main target was shops. He would start by singing to praise the shop owners and attract popularity. Later, if the boss did not pay, the rapper would not only refuse to leave, but also verbally abuse the owner.

After liberation, those who were quick-witted actively joined the organization and got relatively stable jobs, while those who were conservative continued to beg for money on the streets. However, with the advancement of the joint venture, these old artists lost their customers. Unexpectedly, Tang Zhitong met them at his doorstep today.

(End of this chapter)