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Chapter 693 Chapter 692 Whose dung pot exploded?

"You're talking nonsense again. Have you seen anyone slaughtering a pig or a cat? Aren't you afraid of being scratched?" Xiao Wang was at a loss whether to laugh or cry after hearing this.

"Then don't find a pig butcher. Send the animal to the hospital and let medical students practice." There are not enough veterinarians these days. There are no pet doctors at all, and naturally there is no one who specializes in sterilizing cats and dogs.

"That won't work. Even if you don't feel sorry for her, I do. Can't you just bear to see Beibei give birth to kittens?" This possibility exists, but Xiao Wang is not happy about it.

"Hehe, let's talk about it later." Tang Zhitong didn't say anything back. Facing a young woman who was obsessed with becoming a mother, discussing the sterilization of the cat with her during her menstrual period was indeed a bit overwhelming.

Although Xiao Wang disagrees with sterilizing Beibei, if Tang Zhitong really wants to do it, he can do it secretly. Not only Beibei, but all the cats within a 200-meter radius, no matter if they are male or female, tabby, orange, calico, tortoiseshell, white or black, can be sterilized within the morning.

I will definitely have a good sleep then.

Having said that, Tang Zhitong doesn't think this is a bad thing. Given the supply shortage in the second half of this year, the kittens will only become a burden for the big cats to escape. If they are not made into dishes, their ancestors will have their heads broken below them.

March 3, Saturday, was still a sunny day with clear skies.

Wu Haiyang received a reply from Tang Zhitong this morning.

Wu Haiyang smiled as he read the letter. He was very satisfied with his brother's arrangement. He felt that he had underestimated Tang Zhitong. How could this be considered assistance? It was clearly a disguise of providing data in order to gain credit.

This is not good. I have to tell Doctor Lu when I get back that I can't be too relaxed.

Tang Zhitong was also very comfortable with the report. After several reports, he became more and more proficient in it, and the report ended in a harmonious and friendly atmosphere.

Today's report was scheduled early, so Tang Zhitong looked at his watch and did not go back to the Post and Telecommunications College. Instead, he chose to go to the Women's Federation.

Yesterday, Ye Zhijuan asked her to go over there to get the documents and funds. This is the top priority at the moment, and studies have to be put on hold. I have gotten used to skipping classes anyway.

Ye Zhijuan was busy in a meeting, so Miao Xiaoqin handled all the procedures.

"Sister Xiaoqin, I want to ask you something. Do you know if people abroad keep cats?" Tang Zhitong asked as he carefully put the letter and money into his bag.

"You really stumped me. I haven't paid attention to this." Miao Xiaoqin replied with an apologetic smile.

“It’s like this, I have a cat at home, and it’s been shedding its fur recently, which is annoying me.

When I was young, I heard from the older generation that many wealthy and powerful people in Beijing kept cats. I also saw some of them in some calligraphy and paintings.

In order to take care of the cat's hair, I got some inspiration from ancient paintings and drew a little gadget. I plan to make a comb for combing the cat's hair. I will make it in two days and try the effect.

If there are still people who keep cats in this decadent capitalist society, I wonder if I can make some money with this comb.”

Tang Zhitong told Miao Xiaoqin the speech he had prepared frankly.

"Is that so? Then I'll go back and ask my former colleagues about it." The matter was related to earning foreign exchange, so Miao Xiaoqin took it seriously. It wouldn't cost much to find out more, it would just be a matter of asking former colleagues to add a few sentences when they sent telegrams to overseas.

"Okay, thank you Sister Xiaoqin." Tang Zhitong thanked her first, and then added: "By the way, cats in our city are divided into long-haired and short-haired. If it is convenient, you can pay attention to countries with a lot of cats to see whether the cats there have more long-haired or short-haired ones. This is related to the adjustment of the comb style."

"Okay, I'll pay attention to it." Miao Xiaoqin was afraid of forgetting, so she took out a pen and paper to write it down.

"Hey, there's also this. If anyone has been abroad, can you ask him to identify whether there are similar things abroad? If so, we have to lower the price and make some hard-earned money." Tang Zhitong handed the pet comb drawing that he had drawn last night to Miao Xiaoqin.

"Okay, I'll ask together." Miao Xiaoqin agreed to whatever Tang Zhitong said, without any doubt at all.

"Okay, thank you for bothering Sister Xiaoqin. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." After discussing the business, Tang Zhitong did not stay long and said goodbye and left the Women's Federation directly.

I haven't reported to the escort department for a week. I have to go there today to deal with the bills that were squeezed out this week, otherwise the employees will be dissatisfied.

While riding his bike to the escort department, Tang Zhitong wondered if he could do something else with the letters.

He just looked at the letter. The red seal clearly indicated the issuer of the letter, the Women's Federation. The level of this organization is not low.

It is so difficult to get this letter. If you don't take the opportunity to coordinate with other units that you cannot coordinate with, the value of this letter will be greatly reduced.

Tang Zhitong has always wanted to make a hair dryer for Xiao Wang, but the magnets used in the motor have always been a difficult problem. Can they tackle it together this time?

This cannot be considered as abusing power for personal gain, because fans are needed for ventilation of the thermostat, and the core component of the fan is still the motor.

Premature babies are already pitiful enough, and now you use a big, black, and noisy fan in the incubator?
Does the rumbling noise save the premature baby's life or send it on its way early?
Since it is his first performance, Tang Zhitong wants to make these details as perfect as possible.

While Tang Zhitong was rushing to the escort office, he was perfecting his plan in his mind.

Seeing that they were still some distance away from the escort station, Tang Zhitong couldn't think any further. A strong smell of rice fields hit him in the face, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"What the hell did he eat? Why does his shit stink so bad?" A nearby resident hid against the wall, covering his mouth with his sleeves and discussing the matter.

"This smell has been there for a while. If it's feces, how much would it be? It doesn't look like feces to me. Maybe it's the fertilizer from the commune in the south." Someone replied.

"Come on, we used to have a manure plant here, and the accumulated fertilizer wasn't this smelly. This smells like the smell of piled up manure in June, only a bit stronger than that." Someone with a strong taste for manure not only did not cover his mouth and nose, but stretched his neck to sniff against the wind and said.

"No one would cook that stuff when they have no rice to cook, right?" someone came up with an idea.

"Are you talking like a human being? It's too vulgar. Even if you have nothing to eat, you can't eat that stuff." After hearing this, the person next to him frowned even more and moved a few steps aside in disgust, as if only those who had such an idea would eat that stuff.

"Look at what you said. Jin Juer has been a traditional Chinese medicine since ancient times. What's so strange about it? You know Emperor Jiajing, right? He was the one who didn't go to court all day to make elixirs and take medicine. He used Jin Juer to serve fried dough sticks every day. This stuff is very good, and ordinary people are not qualified to drink it." Seeing that he was refuted, the man began to give examples to prove that it was normal for him to have such an idea. "Come on, it's as if you saw it with your own eyes. Even if Jiajing drank Jin Juer, it was because he was poisoned by the elixir. Jin Juer is a great detoxifier." A neighbor who was trying to make fun of him said.

"Hey, do you think someone ate something bad and used the golden juice to save his life?"

"Don't tell me, don't tell me, this could really be the case."

……

Tang Zhitong wanted to run and take a detour to the escort department, but failed. The smell was everywhere and there was no way to avoid it.

Tang Zhitong smelled the clothes on his body. Well, if someone didn’t know, they would think he had fallen into a pit of feces. He decided to go home and take a shower today.

Arriving at the gate of the escort department, the guard greeted Tang Zhitong: "Wow, good fellow, Section Chief Tang smells authentic!"

"Oh, I don't know where this stench comes from, the whole area to the north is filled with this, there's no way to avoid it." Tang Zhitong joked with the guard with a gloomy face.

After seeing that the guard did not cover his mouth and nose, Tang Zhitong suddenly reacted and sniffed twice. Although the air was not sweet, the stench was not so strong. He looked up at the direction where the flag was fluttering. The wind was blowing from the south, which meant that the source of the stench was to the north of the escort department?
"Hey~ There's no smell here. Whose manure pot exploded in the north? Did you hear any noise today?" Tang Zhitong didn't go in immediately, but asked the wind to blow the stench on his body to the north to dilute it as much as possible. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to face Ma Wei from the Finance Department after going in. Little Ma loves cleanliness, and he himself smells a bit dirty.

"Hehe, I'll keep it a secret. Chief Tang will know when he goes in." The guard held back his laughter. It was obvious that he knew the answer, but he didn't tell Tang Zhitong.

The guard's behavior actually aroused Tang Zhitong's curiosity, and he looked towards the escort department with suspicion.

Due to the location of the employee passage, Tang Zhitong could not see the escort area from here, so he had to give up and pushed the cart inside.

After walking twenty or thirty steps inside and turning north, Tang Zhitong was stunned when he saw the wasteland outside the escort office that had been reclaimed last year. Two shirtless men were standing in front of a stove, stirring the soil, each holding a long stick.

If someone couldn't bear it anymore, they would run a few steps to the edge of the field, bend down and vomit for a while, and other substitutes would immediately take their place.

It seems that the manure pot at the escort department exploded? Why is it like the faulty nuclear power plant in the north, with workers lining up to shovel away with two shovels?

What kind of fun is this?

Tang Zhitong suppressed his inner curiosity and rode his bike forward, but he didn't dare to park the bike to the north to avoid it being smoked.

"What's this for?" As agreed, the doors and windows of the escort office were closed, but there were substitute players standing outside. Tang Zhitong handed a cigarette to his colleague and asked.

"Cooking manure." The substitute was already prepared to go on the court. He took off his cotton jacket and put it on. He took Tang Zhitong's cigarette and lit it, revealing his belly.

"Cooking manure? Why cook this stuff?" Tang Zhitong had seen this scene for the first time in his two lifetimes. It was unique and especially economical.

"Sister Chen found a technician, who came to take a look at our land and said that the fertility was not good and we needed to apply topdressing fertilizer.

But now I can't find fertilizer, I'm at a loss, so I thought of using the toilet. The fertilizer I've saved up all winter can be put to good use now. The technician said that I can use it as topdressing after boiling it."

Seeing someone vomiting in the field again, the substitute took two deep puffs of his cigarette, shook his cotton coat on the ground, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and strode forward with an indomitable attitude.

Tang Zhitong didn't just stand there and watch. He found a few wooden boards, put them together, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on top.

After a while, Fang Yuan also came over from the field, breathing in fresh air: "This is not a job for humans. This is a pot of watery soup. Even a dog would puke if it smelled it."

"Hey, we can save lunch in the cafeteria today." Tang Zhitong could smell the scent on Fang Yuan from two meters away, as if it had been pickled for years. But he did not avoid it. Instead, he took out a cigarette and gave one to Fang Yuan.

"There's nothing we can do. According to the technician, this land won't produce much without applying fertilizer. Sister Chen even brought potato seeds. This matter concerns the food bags of our escort department employees. We can't let it fail halfway." Fang Yuan lit a cigarette, sniffed his fingers, and held it away with disgust.

Tang Zhitong guessed that Fang Yuan wanted to say give up halfway, which was the same idea, so he did not correct him: "Topdressing is topdressing, but Brother Yuan, will this method of boiling shit work?"

"Sure, why not? Although it's not as good as composting, it's better than using it directly. Who told me that we don't have time to compost?" Fang Yuan said confidently, and then added: "It just smells a bit strong."

Tang Zhitong knew that manure could not be used directly as fertilizer, otherwise it would easily burn the roots.

It is said that good things should be kept in the family. When children play in the fields and cannot hold their urine, they are not allowed to urinate on the crops in their own fields, because any crop they urinate on will die.

You can't pee in other people's fields, you have to pee towards the trees, and compete to see who can pee higher.

"It's such a pity for the pot." The smell was extremely strong. Tang Zhitong looked at the big iron pot. It had survived the steelmaking process in the past two years, but now it was being used to boil manure. If the pot had its own thoughts, he wondered if it would regret it.

"That's better than starving!" Fang Yuan took a deep puff of his cigarette, threw away the cigarette butt, took two deep breaths, and prepared to go on stage again.

"Brother Yuan, put on your clothes and take a rest. I'll go over and do some work." This kind of dirty and tiring work is for the employees of the escort department. It's time for them to show their abilities. Even if Tang Zhitong is disgusted, he can't just stand by and watch.

"Are you really going?" Fang Yuan looked at Tang Zhitong who was unbuttoning his clothes, but didn't stop him. He said, "Okay, be gentle for a while, don't splash all over yourself."

"Don't worry, Brother Yuan. After all, I'm just a half-baked cook. Just think of it as making soup." Tang Zhitong was optimistic and said with a smile.

"Eh~ Now that you mention it, I don't want to eat lunch anymore." Fang Yuan was also happy.

"Then let's save this meal and make up for it tonight." Tang Zhitong took off his shirt and placed it on the wooden board he had just put together.

"I've asked the bathhouse to boil some water. Let's take a shower together after we're done. Otherwise, the whole family will have to skip a meal when we get home from work." Fang Yuan picked up his clothes and put them on. Although he didn't want his clothes to smell, he had to wear them because it was cold.

"Okay, let's go together later." After Tang Zhitong said that, he waved to Fang Yuan and went to fight with Tang Tang Shui Shui.

(End of this chapter)