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Chapter 658 Chapter 657 Could it be... No way? !
The two have been married for a year, and Xiao Wang has never eaten alone.

After returning home, Xiao Wang still felt a little guilty.

"Why do you eat so little? Are you not feeling well?" Seeing that her daughter-in-law ate little and her eyes looked a little distracted, Zhang Guifang asked with concern.

"Mom, it's okay, I just have no appetite today." It would have been fine if she hadn't asked. After asking, Xiao Wang not only felt more guilty, but his face turned red. It wasn't that he had no appetite, he just ate too much at noon.

"Oh, oh, Euanzi, crack some chestnuts for Wenwen later." Zhang Guifang was an experienced person. When she saw her daughter-in-law's appearance, she thought she was pregnant, so she gave the order with a smile on her face.

"Okay!" Tang Zhitong agreed readily, baring his teeth and winking at classmate Xiao Wang, without any guilty conscience.

Xiao Wang was so angry that she felt guilty and her husband was making fun of her. She wanted to give him a try, but then she remembered the twice-cooked pork and color photos she had at noon. She felt warmed in her heart and gave up.

"Oh~ eating chestnuts~" Fengzhi had sharp ears and didn't notice anything unusual about her sister-in-law, but she was very sensitive about what she ate.

"This is for your sister-in-law to eat. What does it have to do with you? Just eat your meal." Zhang Guifang scolded her daughter.

"It's okay, Mom, let's eat together." Xiao Wang had already felt guilty enough about eating alone, and this time he was unwilling to eat alone no matter what.

"Eat, eat. I'll go to the Northeast again in a while. There are a lot of wild chestnuts and squirrels in the mountains over there. Squirrels have the habit of storing food for the winter in autumn, but they have a bad memory and sometimes they forget where they stored it. Many local people will go to dig out squirrel nests. If they are lucky, they can dig out hundreds of kilograms in a day." Tang Zhitong exaggerated a little to lay a good theoretical foundation for himself to bring back something next time.

"Isn't this squirrel too stupid?" Zhang Guifang was a little unconvinced.

"It's true. I took out some when I went there. It must have been more than two kilograms. We shared it." Tang Zhitong said nonsense seriously.

"If it were so easy, how could people still starve over there?" Zhang Guifang had heard about what it was like in other places, including the Northeast. From a simple point of view, if they had enough chestnuts to eat, they would definitely not starve.

"Think about it, you have to know how to find it, right? And after you find it, you have to know how to climb a tree, right? Not everyone can have it, but for those who know how, they won't starve." Tang Zhitong said confidently.

Zhang Guifang was a woman after all, and she thought what her son said made sense, so she stopped refutation.

After dinner, Tang Zhitong found the chestnuts and the pressure cooker and started boiling them directly. He forgot about the sugar as it seemed a bit wasteful.

For some time now, the family has not had any snacks except Iraqi dates. Even without sugar, Fengzhi enjoys eating them.

Even Beibei was no longer afraid of being caught and rubbed by Fengzhi. He bravely squatted at the feet of everyone, waiting for some kind-hearted owner to take pity on him and feed him some food.

Ma Wei is also in a pitiful state.

Tonight she finally got the chance, and hesitantly expressed the Municipal Bureau's request for help in cooperating with the farm by contributing manpower and resources, taking advantage of the department.

"This is an official matter of your unit. You have no right to speak up." Ma Wei's face fell after hearing her father's words.

“Dad, I’m also a member of the unit. I can’t just receive the commendation first and then watch everyone else go hungry, right?” Although her father disagreed, Ma Wei still wanted to fight for it.

"Who asked you to stand up and say this? Director Hu?" Facing his daughter's little emotion, Ma Wei's father smiled and asked.

"No, there is no one. Don't guess." In response to her father's inquiry, Ma Wei gave a triple denial.

"This is not a easy matter, and it's not the way to do it. Not to mention that the ministry doesn't have a farm right now, even if there was a farm it wouldn't be easy to involve your municipal bureau in it. Different places are facing difficulties to varying degrees right now. If the ministry sets up a farm and takes care of your municipal bureau, what about the other municipal bureaus? The ministry also has difficulties and can't handle it! Have you thought about this problem?" Ma Wei's father patiently worked on his daughter's thoughts.

"I don't want to." Ma Wei was angry and acted like a spoiled brat. She felt that if she couldn't complete this task, she wouldn't know how to face Tang Zhitong.

Ma Wei's father smiled bitterly and shook his head. Although he loved his daughter, he couldn't set a precedent because of this.

Tang Zhitong was unaware of this because he was busy "guiding" classmate Xiao Wang in writing a speech.

Unexpectedly, there was a power outage just as we started.

"Okay, let's go take a shower and go to bed first." Tang Zhitong lit a candle, looked at the tiny candlelight, and put the speech aside.

The bed is warm and suitable for discussing the script. Many directors and actors work day and night without sleep and have successfully created a number of bad films.

Tang Zhitong didn't do that. He discussed with his classmate Xiao Wang how to "polish" the original intention of creating "One Cent".

Although Tang Zhitong's statement at the time was very realistic, Lu Lan's meaning was also very clear. His original intention was not profound enough, and to be precise, it could not deeply reflect the role of the public security system.

The young couple understood this point.

"How about we use the small things around us as an introduction, and see the big picture from the small things?" Classmate Xiao Wang lazily lay in her husband's arms, using her little brain to think of ideas.

"For example?" Tang Zhitong asked distractedly.

"Zhang Ye, that comrade from the police station at the railway station sent someone to the Women's Federation dormitory in such a cold weather. Isn't that helping others?" Student Wang couldn't help laughing when he thought of the misunderstanding between Zhang Ye and Gao Dashan.

"Well, that's a solution." Tang Zhitong thought about it and felt that this was feasible and it was true, so it wasn't a lie.

"What happened on the Wang side can also be included in the movie. With these two small things as introductions, plus Ma Tianmin's touching behavior in the movie, you will be able to feel something in your heart and finish "One Cent" in one go. This can also be considered a good story, right?" said Wang, as she slapped away her husband's mischievous hand.

"Well, you are right. Let's do as you say." Tang Zhitong did not give up and continued to search for the target from a different angle.

"Hey, you're talking about serious matters." Student Wang moved twice to reveal a flaw.

"Hey, it's all business. I'm going to a meeting tomorrow, why don't you write down this original intention and the speech for the report later at home?" Tang Zhitong can write some soft articles to make some money, but he is not good at these serious manuscripts. They may not have loopholes, but they are definitely not as good as Xiao Wang in terms of ideological awareness.

"Yes, OK." Student Wang agreed readily. When he was at the police station today, the comrades from the Propaganda Department said that not only would there be interviews, but they would also have to cooperate with them in going to campus to do science popularization and education propaganda.

The couple is not averse to this extra work. Although there is no pay, it is still worth it to be able to establish some good relationships through it.

February 2th, Sunday, is also the second day of the second month in the lunar calendar.

Tang Zhitong got up early, washed and ate hurriedly, then ran towards Shijia Hutong.

There is a folk saying: On the second day of the second month, the dragon raises its head.

The dragon raising its head refers to the seven stars of the Azure Dragon beginning to rise slowly on the eastern horizon, with the bright dragon head appearing first.

People usually use this day to pray for blessings, rain, and good luck.

There are many things to pay attention to when it comes to food, and everything we eat today has a different name.

Today, noodles are no longer called "noodles", but "dragon beard noodles"; dumplings have been transformed into "dragon ears"; rice has been transformed into "dragon seeds"; pancakes have been transformed into "dragon scale cakes"; noodles and wontons cooked together are called "dragon pearls"; eating pig heads is called "eating dragon heads", etc. Some people even take advantage of the day of "dragon raising its head" to get a haircut for good luck.

Wherever Tang Zhitong walked, he saw long queues outside of every barber shop.

Once a person's thinking falls into a rut, he will easily become a target of harvest.

Tang Zhitong looked at the people queuing for haircuts and remembered that before he came here, ever since the name of the "barber" became "Tony", the prices would go up in one way or another every time the twelfth lunar month came. Even if one had a membership card, one had to pay in cash and could not use the balance on the card.

It's only because they don't have a barber robot, otherwise would Tony dare to do this?
But when he thought of the Tonys in Hangzhou, Tang Zhitong felt relieved again. The Tonys there were really daring. Not only were they big-mouthed and sharp-tongued, but there was also a nanny who set fire to Tony's wife and children...

When Tang Zhitong arrived at Shijia Hutong, quite a few people were already there.

Among the people present, there were people Tang Zhitong knew, most of whom were members of the editorial board, and there were a few people he didn't know.

Before the meeting started, Tang Zhitong went over to greet Luo Qingquan.

"Is everything okay at home?" Luo Qingquan chatted with Tang Zhitong with a smile.

"Thank you for your concern. Everything is fine." Tang Zhitong responded politely.

"That's good, that's good. Your suggestion of assigning a dedicated person to handle letters from the masses is very good. It not only reduces our burden but also improves efficiency." Luo Qingquan pulled Tang Zhitong's watch and praised it.

"Hehe, this suggestion is a bit tricky. I usually have work and study, and I get hundreds of letters every time. I really can't handle them all. I thought that the comrades in our editorial board are either teaching or saving lives, and they must be busier than me, so I mentioned it. In the end, I have to thank the Women's Federation for understanding our editorial board." Tang Zhitong knew that Luo Qingquan was talking about the letter, but there were so many people around, so it was not easy to say it directly.

In fact, Tang Zhitong has always had the idea of ​​having the Women's Federation set up a position and find someone to sort out the letters, but it has never been implemented.

But since the last letter Luo Qingquan received, the speed of implementation has accelerated, also to prevent someone from being ignorant and causing big trouble for the editorial board.

The new position is set up under the name of the editorial board journal, and is specifically responsible for handling letters from the public, reading letters, refining, feedback, replying, etc.

Luo Qingquan held Tang Zhitong's hand with his left hand and patted Tang Zhitong's hand with his right hand. The meaning of gratitude was self-evident.

"There are some comrades you don't know, right? Come, let me introduce them to you." Luo Qingquan glanced at the attendees and found some unfamiliar faces.

With Luo Qingquan's introduction, Tang Zhitong learned that those comrades he didn't know were translators who were responsible for translating the "Barefoot Doctor Manual" into foreign languages.

Luo Qingquan introduced Tang Zhitong's position very clearly: the initiator of the "Barefoot Doctor Manual", the advocate of translating the "Manual" into foreign languages, promoting it to the world, and helping people around the world to relieve their pain.

Even though Tang Zhitong didn't contribute much, these hats were so big that he naturally received a lot of praise, which made Tang Zhitong feel a little embarrassed.

This situation did not last long. At eight o'clock, Miao Xiaoqin walked in with a basket of apples, followed closely by Ye Zhijuan.

The few people who were still chatting knew that the meeting was about to begin, so they found a seat and sat down.

"Comrades, we called you all here so early in the morning. Have you all had breakfast?" After Ye Zhijuan entered the room, she did not mention the meeting, but asked in a friendly manner.

"have eaten."

"The first thing I eat in the morning."

……

"Come on, no matter you have eaten or not, have an apple to fill your stomach." Ye Zhijuan nodded to Miao Xiaoqin, and then Miao Xiaoqin began to distribute apples, one to each person.

After getting the apple, Tang Zhitong took it in his hand and looked at it. It was not washed. How could he eat it?
"Is this unwashed?" Ye Zhijuan, who also got one, pointed at the apple in front of her and asked Miao Xiaoqin.

"Sorry, I forgot. I'll go wash it now." Miao Xiaoqin admitted her mistake straightforwardly without any hesitation.

"Hey~ It's okay, it's okay. Who among you has a knife or scissors? Come, peel it." Luo Qingquan spoke up to smooth things over.

Tang Zhitong was quite familiar with these three people. It was quite different from his usual self and it felt a bit awkward, as if they were acting.

"I have it." But there are always people who are not familiar with them, and they take out fruit knives or other things from their bags or pockets, and there is more than one person.

Tang Zhitong's eyes twitched when he saw the size of the knife. What a fruit knife. It was just for slaughtering pigs and sheep, but it was missing from chopping bones.

But I felt relieved when I thought about it. The outside world is not peaceful, and most of the people here are weak and powerless. They have to bring something to protect themselves, right?
No matter what kind of knife it is, since not everyone has one yet, everyone has to take turns using it.

Some people may be unable to wait, or may not want to waste the apple, so they wipe the surface of the apple with a handkerchief or sleeve and eat it raw.

Some people also got up and washed themselves.

Some people choose not to eat the apple and put it in their pocket or school bag.

Tang Zhitong was the latter and put the apple into his bag.

While everyone was eating apples, Ye Zhijuan and Luo Qingquan chatted and laughed, creating a peaceful atmosphere for everyone.

After eating almost all of the apple, Ye Zhijuan coughed and began to speak: "Everyone's work over the past year is obvious to all. We have achieved a lot and received a lot of recognition..."

After Ye Zhijuan began her speech, the comrades on the editorial board and those in charge of translation stopped what they were doing, picked up their pens, opened their notebooks, and looked very serious.

Ye Zhijuan spoke a lot and half an hour passed. Then she handed the floor to Luo Qingquan: "Old Luo, can you say something?"

"Then I will say a few words..."

Tang Zhitong noticed that Luo Qingquan kept glancing at his watch while speaking, as if he was keeping track of the time.

At the end, Luo Qingquan said, "There will be an activity in a while, and everyone must participate. The activity has rules, and you must put down all the small items on your body, and you are not allowed to bring bags. Comrades must abide by it and don't make mistakes. Okay, I'll give you five minutes, and those who need to go to the toilet should hurry up and gather at the gate in a while."

As soon as Luo Qingquan finished speaking, the first person to move was the doctor who was wearing the same military uniform as Luo Qingquan. Although the others had doubts, they still followed his example and walked out.

Tang Zhitong was a little confused. He walked to Ye Zhijuan and looked at his mother-in-law in confusion. Could it be...

Ye Zhijuan saw the look in her son-in-law's eyes, smiled, and nodded slightly. Luo Qingquan even stood up and patted Tang Zhitong on the shoulder.

Tang Zhitong was stunned, with only one thought in his mind: Wow! No way?! Could it really be what I guessed?!

(End of this chapter)