Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 662 Chapter 661 Comrade is very good

It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Tang Zhitong wanted to help the Zhang family and arrange a livelihood for Zhang Chengping.

The reason for doing this was not because Zhang Yongxiang was his uncle, not because Zhang Chengping was his cousin, but because of the change in Zhang Guifang's attitude.

Zhang Guifang had to consider her in-laws when she gave some cornmeal to her eldest brother's family. Tang Zhitong had the chance to do it again and didn't want his mother to worry too much about his eldest uncle's family.

"No. If you want to see a doctor, the nearest one is in the commune, and the closer one is in the district." Zhang Chengping thought that Tang Zhitong wanted him to find a doctor to treat his father, so he answered honestly.

Tang Zhitong nodded and said:
"Cousin, I heard that the city intends to recruit some rural youths for simple medical training. After the training, they will return to their respective production teams and communes to work as doctors and solve the medical problems of local farmers.

As far as I know, the public society will give some appropriate subsidies, some for food, some for policies, just like substitute teachers, who don't have to go to the fields and get full work points.

Do you want to be a doctor in the production team?"

"I do! But, this...will this good thing be my turn?" Zhang Chengping liked the job very much, but he lacked confidence. Although he lived at the bottom of society, it was not uncommon for the captain to assign easy jobs to people close to him. He never expected that his cousin would help him find a job.

"Well, you go find the leader of your production team, give him a pack of cigarettes, and tell him clearly that you want to sign up to be a barefoot doctor. Ask him to help you register your name, and I'll figure out the rest." Tang Zhitong took out two packs of Daqianmen from his pocket like a magician and handed them to Zhang Chengping.

"I can't take anything from you anymore. I'll just go back and give him some cornmeal." Zhang Chengping declined, not wanting to take anything from Tang Zhitong.

"Cousin, we have food at home, so don't tell anyone. Eat it secretly. Listen to me." Tang Zhitong forced the cigarette to Zhang Chengping, gave him a warning, and then waved goodbye: "I'm leaving, you go back."

The reason why Tang Zhitong insisted that Zhang Chengping give cigarettes to the production team leader was actually for the Zhang family's sake. At least in this production team, Zhang Chengping had the procedures and a legitimate reason to go through the barefoot doctor process. As for whether the commune would report it after the production team reported it, that was not important.

Zhang Chengping is different from Wang Bo. After all, Wang Bo's relationship is more separated by a layer, and it is smoother to operate with complete procedures.

It doesn't matter about Zhang Chengping. Even if the commune doesn't report it, I can still get around it through the Women's Federation. When selecting people, just put Zhang Chengping in. Once the document is sent to the commune, will the commune dare not notify me?

Moreover, faced with a situation where I did not report it but the higher-ups specifically asked for someone to be identified, I would not dare to try to substitute someone else for someone else.

Tang Zhitong dared to do this, not only because he was familiar with the people there, but also because he had a good impression of his uncle, cousin and sister-in-law, and they were not greedy people, so he didn't have to worry about getting himself into trouble.

Of course, there might be bad situations, such as some negative comments in the commune, but Tang Zhitong thought they were just minor issues.

The word "official" is very common. I know Zhang Chengping well and he has a certain level of education. He graduated from primary school but ended up working in the fields. This is a waste of talent. You don't value him, so can't I recommend someone who has talent regardless of his relationship with me?

After all, I have helped the folks here solve the problem of difficulty in seeing a doctor. If I don't show up, who knows when it will be their turn?
Zhang Chengping didn't know how much his cousin had gone through in such a short time, but he stood at the entrance of the village and watched his cousin go away, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.

Zhang Chengping was afraid, fearing that his cousin would ask: Why is it that only your uncle has edema in your family, but you are all fine?
Zhang Chengping felt that he had no way of answering this question. When he thought about it, he felt ashamed to be a son.

The reason why Zhang Yongxiang had edema was that he had secretly sold blood several times without telling his family. He used the money from selling blood to exchange for some food, and when he got home he said he had eaten outside.

After eating the sorghum rice porridge made from his own father’s blood, Zhang Cheng felt very uncomfortable. He wished he was the one suffering from edema.

Therefore, Zhang Chengping didn't dare to mention this in front of Zhang Guifang at all, and he lied and said that only his legs were swollen.

Tang Zhitong was not unaware of Zhang Yongxiang's unusual edema, but he did not intend to investigate further. After all, it was his uncle's own business behind closed doors, and Tang Zhitong did not want to say more.

Tang Zhitong felt that he had done his best by helping his cousin find a job as a barefoot doctor and alleviating the difficulties of his uncle's family.

It has to be said that it is really not easy to go out these days. Tang Zhitong returned home just in time for dinner, and as soon as he entered the door, he met Zhang Guifang's anxious eyes.

"Mom, my uncle is fine, don't worry. I brought some peanut meal, which is better than soybeans. The swelling will go down in a few days." There is a saying that goes "report good news but not bad news." Telling his mother the true situation of Zhang Yongxiang would only make her worry more, so Tang Zhitong concealed it, and did it very smoothly without revealing a single flaw.

"Okay, then I feel relieved. I'll give you the money later." Zhang Guifang smiled. She never thought that she was cheated by her son again.

"No need. The salary will be paid soon. I will give it to them after it is paid." Tang Zhitong answered the call promptly without any hesitation. He had just taken a photo yesterday and it was obvious that he was penniless.

While the family was eating, Fengzhi kept asking Tang Zhitong about the situation in the auditorium.

"There are many paintings on the walls inside. Each painting is an entire wall. They are very large and beautiful to look at." Tang Zhitong really saw the paintings, but his attention was not on them at all. However, it did not prevent him from telling Fengzhi about them, leaving room for his sister's imagination.

"Is it bigger than the wall of our house?" Fengzhi asked, pointing to the north wall.

"It's much bigger than this. The paintings inside are tall and long. When you grow up, you can go and see it yourself. There are so many paintings inside that you can see them for several days." Tang Zhitong did not see all the paintings, but it was disclosed in later generations that there were thousands of paintings, including those by Qi Baishi, who has now passed away.

Thinking of Mr. Qi, Tang Zhitong laughed. This old man is quite interesting.

Not only is he in good health, he was also blessed with a son at the age of 78. He also created many paintings and was very productive.

However, Mr. Qi was a bit stingy. All the cabinets, doors and cupboards in the house had to be locked, and he always carried the keys with him. Whenever you wanted something, you had to ask him for permission, and food was no exception.

In addition, there is a rule in the painting world that when visiting Mr. Qi, the snacks on his table are just for show and cannot be eaten, otherwise it would be against the rules.

However, Mr. Qi is trustworthy when selling paintings, and he does fair trade and never cheats anyone.

There was once a man who was short of money and asked Mr. Qi to paint a picture for him, but he wanted more content on the paper. As a result, Mr. Qi painted a fly on the salted duck egg. It seemed like a loss at the time, but decades later it was sold at an unexpectedly high price.

Similarly, there was a painting of shrimps. The buyer wanted Mr. Qi to paint a few more, but Mr. Qi felt that the money he gave was not enough. Finally, he could not bear the begging any more, so he painted a few dead shrimps. He also argued: The price of shrimps sold in the vegetable market is different for live and dead ones, and the same principle applies to his paintings.

Xiao Wang's focus was different from that of his sister-in-law. After dinner, when he returned to the room, he focused on what was said during the handshake.

"This young comrade is great. He would never have thought of compiling the Barefoot Doctors' Manual if he didn't have the people in his heart." Tang Zhitong cleared his throat, tried to imitate the Xiangjiang accent, and took Xiao Wang's hand to simulate the scene at that time. "Did he really say that?!" Xiao Wang was overjoyed.

"Is this true? Besides, I dare not tell lies about such things." Tang Zhitong smiled, but tears welled up in his eyes because of this sentence.

"That's true. I don't think you have the courage to do that. Anything else? What else did you say?" Student Wang wanted to get to the bottom of it, eager to know what happened.

"He told me to continue to contribute more to the country, the people, and social development." Tang Zhitong recalled the situation at that time. It was probably half a minute in total, but in the end, He raised his left hand and patted himself on the shoulder.

During this shot, Tang Zhitong saw His graying temples.

At that moment, thinking that He was already 67 years old, thousands of thoughts were triggered, and tears flowed out of Tang Zhitong's eyes...

"Great, Comrade Xiao Tang, you've made progress!" When Xiao Wang heard this, he was even more surprised.

"The pressure on my shoulders is even greater." Tang Zhitong was a little conflicted. He wanted to see her, but he didn't want to be too tired. But no matter what, the pressure on him was increased invisibly.

"Do what you can. Let's go ask Director Ye later and see what she says." Xiao Wang naturally didn't want her man to be wronged, so when she was in doubt, she would call the boss first.

"Okay. How are you going with the manuscript for the public security department?" Tang Zhitong has not forgotten the importance of being loyal to the person who entrusted him with the task.

"Don't worry, I've finished writing it this afternoon. I don't know how far the meeting will go, so I may have to prepare another one." Xiao Wang said with a smile.

"It shouldn't be that necessary. After all, I didn't contribute much to this matter. Even if we nominate a representative, we'll find the one who has made the greatest contribution, such as our mom or Uncle Luo." Tang Zhitong understood the implication of Xiao Wang's words. It was just like the police and he had to be interviewed.

Although Tang Zhitong was happy, he was not carried away by the joy and still had a clear idea of ​​his own abilities.

"After the meeting, didn't our mother tell you about the follow-up arrangements?" Student Wang had no idea how this matter would develop.

"I didn't have the time to tell her. I shook hands with other comrades, and then my mother said you called. I was worried, so I came back directly. I didn't eat there, and missed the opportunity to have a full meal." Tang Zhitong felt a little regretful. Although the food might not be good, it could save the family half a pound of food.

"Look at how useless you are. My praise for you was in vain. If this gets reported in the newspaper, you'll be in trouble." Classmate Xiao Wang teased her husband.

"There's nothing I can do. Food is the most important thing for people. They will be hungry if they don't eat. As for me, my requirements are not high. As long as I can take good care of you three meals a day, all year round, I'll be satisfied." Although Tang Zhitong felt that today's event brought honor to his family, he didn't think too deeply about it, because he had never been able to reach this level in his previous life.

The couple joked for a while and then went to sleep.

Early the next morning, Tang Zhitong got up, washed his face and brushed his teeth, then glanced at the calendar. It was February 2th.

"Oh, it's a good thing we didn't get the marriage certificate on the 29th last year, otherwise we would have to celebrate our anniversary every four years?" Tang Zhitong said to classmate Xiao Wang while brushing his teeth.

"Silly, you said it yourself, it happens every four years. There was a 2th in February this year, but was there one last year?" Classmate Wang turned Tang Zhitong's head to the side. "Then he put it in the basin, and his mouth was full of white foam, which fell to the ground. It was disgusting."

"You also have a mouth full of foam sometimes, but I never disliked you." Tang Zhitong pulled out a toothbrush, took a sip of water, rinsed his mouth, spit twice into the air, lowered his head and spit into the basin.

"When did I start foaming? Can't you be more gentle? It's splashing all over the floor." Student Wang frowned and corrected her husband several times, but he just couldn't change.

"Hehe, there is white foam at night." After rinsing his mouth, Tang Zhitong winked at classmate Xiao Wang. Sometimes they had it and sometimes they didn't. Tang Zhitong never understood what was going on, but after making sure that classmate Xiao Wang didn't have any discomfort, he didn't care.

"Why are you so...wash your face quickly!" This time Xiao Wang understood and angrily punched Tang Zhitong a few times.

"Hehe." Tang Zhitong did not argue. He quickly scooped up a handful of water to wash his face and rubbed it back and forth on his face a few times. That was it. After all, there were no facial cleansers these days. Besides, he usually ate vegetarian food, so his face was not oily.

"We just shook hands yesterday, why are you washing them today?" Xiao Wang was unwilling to accept this and wanted to get back at his enemies, so he started to make trouble.

"What? Can't I wash my hands? I washed my hands yesterday?" Tang Zhitong pretended to be stupid. He knew that in a few years, some fanatical people would insist on not washing their hands for ten days or half a month after shaking hands with Him, but he never expected that there would be such a thing right now.

"Some people don't wash their hands after shaking hands with Him. They go to the company and wait for others to come to them and shake hands one by one so that everyone can share in the good mood. If your classmates knew that you shook hands and then washed your hands, wouldn't they criticize you?" Xiao Wang said with a smile.

"Then don't let them know. I can't do such a thing anyway. First, I won't make a fuss about it. Second, I won't be so high-profile and won't do such a thing." Tang Zhitong shook his head. There was one more thing he didn't say. Hands touch things every day and are very dirty. If you don't wash your hands, are you waiting for diseases to enter your body through your mouth? We should still use some science.

"It seems like it won't be seen in the newspaper. Sometimes you can't keep a low profile even if you want to. Go and have dinner. After that, you can send them to school and I'll go find mom." Classmate Xiao Wang put some hand oil on the palm of his hand, then rubbed his hands together, and made a circle on the left and right sides of Tang Zhitong's face. Then, he spread it evenly up and down, left and right, like applying putty, and gave him a simple care.

"Okay!" After receiving the service, Tang Zhitong stamped Xiao Wang's forehead with a stamp as a thank you.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot something." Tang Zhitong walked to the door and then walked back.

Tang Zhitong took the pen and paper from the desk, quickly wrote down Zhang Chengping's commune, production team, name, and age, and handed it to Xiao Wang: "Here, this is the information of my cousin from my uncle's family. I went there yesterday and the situation was more serious than what my cousin said. I didn't dare to tell the truth to your mother-in-law when I came back.

Go ask our mom today if we can arrange a barefoot doctor training opportunity for your cousin. He doesn’t need any special treatment, just the same treatment as other trainees.”

"When my cousin came yesterday, he spoke a few words to our mother and the atmosphere became a little solemn. I passed the message to my cousin, but he didn't answer it. He looked like an honest man. But how are the other people in my uncle's family?" Xiao Wang took the note and didn't say yes or no. He asked a lot of questions first.

Tang Zhitong smiled, knowing that his daughter-in-law was being thoughtful and was afraid that her uncle's family would cause trouble for her. From her perspective, there was nothing wrong with considering these things.

"My uncle, cousin, and sister-in-law are all good. They give people a down-to-earth feeling and don't seem like people who would do anything extraordinary. My sister-in-law is a little utilitarian, but with my uncle around, she won't cause any trouble." Faced with his daughter-in-law's thoughtful questioning, Tang Zhitong spoke truthfully.

"Okay, then I'll talk to mom. With your face, there will be no problem." After hearing this, Xiao Wang smiled, folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

(End of this chapter)