Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 708 I made the following deployment adjustments
Noticing Ma Kejian's strangeness, Tang Zhitong turned around and found out the reason. He put his hand on Ma Kejian's shoulder and said, "Third brother, calm down. Come, sit down and talk."

"This...this..." Mark Jian was so shocked that he didn't know what words to use to describe it.

"This is all true. I wouldn't dare to fake this even if I had the guts to do so." Tang Zhitong picked up the wine bottle and filled it up for Mark Jian again.

"Mine is real too, but it was from when I was in school." Facing Ma Kejian's shifted gaze, Xiao Wang smiled.

After getting the confirmation from his good brothers and their spouses, Mark Jian paused for a while before speaking: "You two are truly a match made in heaven!"

"Hahaha, thank you, Third Brother, for your kind words!" Tang Zhitong and Xiao Wang both liked to hear Ma Kejian's words very much.

"When did this happen? I didn't hear anything? You're really tight-lipped." After the shock was over, Mark Jian asked.

"It happened a while ago. I did some insignificant work, but I didn't expect to be recognized so much..." Tang Zhitong saw that Ma Kejian was curious, so even though he had told the story many times like Xianglin Sao, he still told it again.

"Great! I never thought that I, Ma Saner, would have such a brother one day! Come, let me toast you a glass!" After hearing this, Ma Kejian's face flushed and he was sincerely happy for Tang Zhitong.

After the two brothers finished drinking, Xiao Wang asked about Wang Yan's situation at the right time, which was considered to have brought the matter to the past. If they had really talked about it, today would have become a special show for the couple to show off.

The two of them had a great time tonight. They shared a bottle of white wine and each had a steamed bun.

When Mark Jian left, he took his lunch box with him. Two of the four lunch boxes were borrowed and had to be returned to them early tomorrow morning.

After seeing Ma Kejian off, Xiao Wang poured a glass of water for Tang Zhitong and then cleaned the table.

Since Tang Zhitong and Ma Kejian have both quit smoking, the house is not smoky tonight, which saves them the trouble of opening the windows for ventilation.

"Wasn't this interesting when you were a kid? And you still say it's boring, you liar." After cleaning up, Xiao Wang saw that her husband was not asleep, so she sat on the edge of the bed and teased him.

"Hehe, I really forgot about it at that time. I didn't mean to hide it from you. No one remembers their embarrassing moments every day, right?" Tang Zhitong knew that Xiao Wang was referring to the letter he wrote to her, and he scratched his head and defended himself.

"I believe what you say. Were you really that dull before?" From the brothers' narration, Xiao Wang could tell that her husband was not very smart when he was a child, far less intelligent than the old lady.

"How could it be false? People are not stupid, they are just like wood." Thinking of his childhood, Tang Zhitong felt that it was because of friends like Mark Jian that his childhood had a different color. Otherwise, it would have been just a black and white documentary with spots.

"You can't tell that now. There are so many witty remarks."

"Maybe it's because I met you. Meeting you made me a better person." Tang Zhitong looked into Xiao Wang's eyes affectionately, his eyes a little blurred.

"Hmph, you're good at talking." Xiao Wang was very satisfied after hearing these sweet words. He bent down and came forward to reward Xiang'er, then began to undress: "Go to sleep!"

Some people say that alcohol can help to liven up the mood, but this doesn't quite apply to Tang Zhitong.

A small amount of alcohol is okay, but if you drink more than half a pound, it's like being completely drunk and all you want is a deep sleep.

Nothing happened that night. When Tang Zhitong opened his eyes again, it was March 3th. Classmate Xiao Wang had already woken up and was looking at him with his eyes open, without laughing.

"What's wrong?" Tang Zhitong was confused. He was fine last night, why did he look so gloomy so early in the morning? This had never happened before.

"Who is Sun Rui?" Student Wang asked angrily.

"Who? Sun Rui? I don't know him." Tang Zhitong was even more confused.

"You don't know him? Then why were you calling his name in bed? Do you think I can fool you?" Xiao Wang didn't believe it at all.

"No, can you give me a hint? What did I say?" Tang Zhitong stretched out his hand and tried to pull Xiao Wang into his arms.

Xiao Wang was really angry. She pushed her husband's hand aside and gave him a hint: "You said: Sun Rui, remember this. I will make the following arrangements."

"That's all? Give me some more hints." Tang Zhitong was almost scratching his head. Not only could he not remember who Sun Rui was, he also couldn't remember what arrangements he had made.

"You arranged for Sun Rui to set the alarm for you." Xiao Wang was still angry. They had slept in the same bed for more than a year, and she couldn't tolerate her husband having someone else in his heart. This Sun Rui was obviously very close to her husband, otherwise how could she set the alarm? Setting the alarm means going to sleep!

"Oh! I remember! Is it Siri?" When Tang Zhitong heard that it was to set an alarm, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Well, who is this girl?" Classmate Xiao Wang was so angry that she stretched out her hand and pinched the soft flesh on her husband's waist, which was almost as strong as Shu Daoshan.

"How do you know she's a girl?" Siri can be male or female, but she can't be sweet or salty, which makes her obviously not as good as Xiaomou.

Tang Zhitong knew why Xiao Wang was angry. He was obviously jealous. He ignored the hand on his waist and smiled as he hugged Xiao Wang in his arms.

"What did you dream about?" Xiao Wang was still a little angry, but she felt it was a bit unreasonable and awkward to be angry about her husband's dream.

"I dreamed that I was old and had a bad memory. The organization assigned me a personal secretary, and whenever I thought of something, I asked the secretary to write it down so that I wouldn't forget it later." Tang Zhitong lied with his eyes open.

Everyone has this kind of secretary, and they are very useful. However, they are not provided by any organization. Instead, they are bought by oneself, ranging from a few hundred to tens of thousands.

It is said that there will be humanoid robots that can do everything except being infertile, and their appearance can be customized. Wow, city people really know how to have fun!
"What about me?" When Xiao Wang heard that it was a personal secretary assigned by the organization, his anger subsided a lot.

"You? You have a secretary too, we both have one." Tang Zhitong felt the little hand around his waist had loosened.

"I don't want it, and you are not allowed to want it either. If you have something to ask, come to me, and if I have something to ask, come to you." Not only did Xiao Wang's hands loosen, but they also wrapped around her husband's waist. There was no room for anyone else in her heart, not even a personal secretary.

"Okay, then we don't want either of them." Let's talk about the future later. Right now, the top priority is to make the grape trellis in his backyard stable.

"Hurry up and get up. Aren't you going to work today?" Xiao Wang pushed her husband away, but she didn't dare to cooperate. It was already this late, and she had to get up, eat, and get ready for work. If she let go and played, she wouldn't be able to do anything in the morning. "Hey, get up and go to work." Tang Zhitong stretched. He had something important to do today, and couldn't spend his time and energy on his children's love affairs.

Today is the day for the Escort Department to plant potatoes.

Tang Zhitong did not mix shepherd's purse in the morning, but chose to take it to the escort department for processing because his family did not have that many lunch boxes.

Everyone is very enthusiastic about planting potatoes, and they are all there before the work start time.

Sister Chen divided the work and explained the key points of each link. Then everyone did their job, and soon the scene became lively.

Someone was responsible for carrying potato seeds from the house in baskets, very carefully for fear of breaking the potato sprouts.

Some people are responsible for digging ditches, some are responsible for lining up the potato seeds in the ditches, and some follow behind to add soil.

Tang Zhitong took a closer look and found that the distance between the potatoes was less than 20 centimeters.

If this happened a few decades later, dense planting would be undesirable, but it is just right now.

Because the potatoes nowadays have not been improved by agricultural workers, although there is a yield, the weight has not increased.

Tang Zhitong knew this not only because grocery stores supplied some potatoes the size of duck eggs before the Spring Festival, but also because he had read some of Mr. Wang Zengqi's works.

Mr. Wang was not very famous at the time. In 58, because the unit could not find enough people, he was selected and sent to the Shalingzi Agricultural Science Research Institute in Zhangjiakou for reform, initially for four years.

According to calculations, Mr. Wang should be dealing with mushrooms and potatoes in Shalingzi now. Watering, carrying manure and applying fertilizer are common tasks. He will have to wait until the second half of the year to start drawing the two atlases, "Atlas of Chinese Potatoes" and "Atlas of Chinese Oyster Mushrooms".

Mr. Wang once mentioned this past event in his work, with illustrations. Tang Zhitong remembered that the potatoes in the work were not very big.

It may be hard for many people to imagine that after dropping out of Southwest Associated University, Mr. Wang wrote a suicide note because he could not find a job. He then took a bottle of wine and went to the bank of the Huangpu River, drank while walking, and almost jumped into the river.

A friend’s words woke Mr. Wang up: Don’t you still have a pen in your hand?
Tang Zhitong feels that rather than saying that Mr. Wang makes a living through his pen, it would be more accurate to say that he makes a living through his passion for food and life.

This was a man who, when he was young, had experienced the bombing of small notebooks. On his way to escape, he even remembered to pick pine nuts to eat.

When I was in college, I played and visited many places, including Cuihu Lake and Dianchi Lake, and tried steamed chicken, fermented bean curd meat, black pot fish, rice noodles, and bait blocks.

Mr. Wang, who has come out of the haze of job hunting, said, "You must love something, just like the love of plants for time."

He did the same thing later on, facing demotion, labor, and life with an optimistic attitude, and his writing is very interesting.

There is strength in numbers. Everyone in the escort department worked together and the potatoes were planted before noon.

"Comrades, let me tell you something. The leaders of the municipal bureau have helped us get an opportunity to work on the farm. When the farm has a good harvest, everyone will get a share." After collecting the work tools, Fang Yuan did not let the employees leave. Instead, he took the opportunity to announce the farm's affairs, which drew warm applause from the employees.

Normally, no one is willing to work or travel because it saves physical energy, but once it is linked to food, opposition turns into support.

Compared to being hungry, exerting oneself does not seem to be so unacceptable.

Tang Zhitong also clapped along from below. It can be said that he had witnessed the entire process of the farm's advancement. He also knew that Fang Yuan had played a positive role in promoting it. However, Fang Yuan did not take any credit for himself, but put all the blame on the Municipal Bureau.

It was announced in Fangyuan that the matter of the farm had been finalized. Before this, only a few people knew about it. Tang Zhitong agreed with this cautious approach. The lessons of history have repeatedly told us that it is not advisable to open champagne at halftime, as it can easily embarrass us.

After returning to the Finance Department, Tang Zhitong washed his hands and gave Ma Wei the receipt for the medicine he bought yesterday. He had to report this. Now that classmate Xiao Wang was donating money every month, his apparent income had decreased, so he had to save as much as possible.

"Ma Wei, I'll mix some shepherd's purse for lunch, you can try it together then." Ma Wei entered the bill into the account first, while Tang Zhitong took the shepherd's purse he brought and planned to go to the cafeteria to borrow some kitchen utensils.

"Okay. I've been looking forward to trying the section chief's cooking again." Ma Wei agreed directly without any hesitation.

In the cafeteria, Gao Lide was processing wild vegetables. During today's work, many fresh wild vegetables in the field were pulled up with their roots. Gao Lide thought it was a pity to waste them, so he asked the employees to pick them up as well.

"Master Gao, can you please borrow the pots and pans from the cafeteria?" Tang Zhitong said as he handed Gao Lide a cigarette.

"Just use it, Section Chief Tang. Are you planning to mix it with some shepherd's purse?" Gao Lide patted the dirt off his hands, took the cigarette and put it to his ear.

"Yes, I saw a field with shepherd's purse growing well yesterday, so I dug up a lot of it." Tang Zhitong responded happily, put the shepherd's purse in a basin, and turned on the faucet to get water.

"Chief Tang really knows how to manage life. I've been worried to death these days. The supply of dishes is so small and it's not enough. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid I, as a cook, will have nothing to cook." Gao Lide was talking while he squatted back to pick the vegetables.

"It will be fine after a while. When the weather gets warmer and the vegetables are harvested, you will definitely be busy. It will be difficult for you to rest then." Tang Zhitong comforted.

"I'm looking forward to it. It's okay to be busy. Being busy means there is food to eat and my comrades won't go hungry. If even I'm idle, ah..." Gao Lide said, and sighed.

"Master Gao, let's look at the bright side. At least our quota hasn't been reduced, right?" There's no way to say this in a straightforward way. Even if the quota in the city is reduced, it will still be much better than in some rural areas.

"Chief Tang, it's hard to say what will happen in the future. I heard from others that the grain warehouse of the Grain Bureau is almost empty." Gao Lide stopped the work in his hands, looked at the empty cafeteria, and said in a low voice.

"This... shouldn't be the case, right? Now the whole country is supporting the construction of Sijiu City, so there will be no shortage of food." Tang Zhitong said this, but he was thinking about which month the food emergency occurred in Sijiu City?

It seems to be in April or May, which is only a few days away. The guys in this city are very sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, and news spreads really damn fast!
"Oh, Chief Tang, it's really hard to say this time. I wish it could be warmer one day earlier, so that I can pick some locust flowers from our doorstep and steam some pancakes to eat. You...you should save some if you have a way." Gao Lide shook his head. He used to be able to find opportunities to save some dry food and side dishes, but recently the situation has suddenly become very tight, leaving him no room at all. He can only focus on things in the fields that don't cost money or tickets.

(End of this chapter)