Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 722 Chapter 721 First this way, then this way, and finally this way
In the afternoon, Tang Zhitong skipped two classes and left early again.

When we arrived at the escort office, there was still about half an hour before the end of work.

Tang Zhitong came to Fang Yuan's office but found nothing there. There were only clothes hanging alone on the hangers.

"Chief Tang, are you looking for Director Fang? Director Fang should be in the sorting department." A colleague passing by saw that Tang Zhitong didn't even put down his bag, guessed his purpose, and directly threw out a possibility.

"Okay, thank you." Tang Zhitong thanked the man and went back to the sorting department.

Standing at the door of the sorting department and looking inside, as expected, Fang Yuan was sitting among a group of female workers, sorting things carefully.

Tang Zhitong scratched his head, wondering what was going on.

Seeing how seriously Fang Yuan was working, Tang Zhitong thought about it and gave up the idea of ​​looking for Fang Yuan right away, deciding to wait until after get off work.

As soon as she returned to the Finance Department, Ma Wei informed Tang Zhitong in a mysterious manner: "Chief, something big has happened."

"What's the big deal?" Tang Zhitong put down his bag and asked.

"Last week, someone was arrested in the embassy district. They said he was trying to inform foreigners and discredit the country."

"Oh, I heard about this." Tang Zhitong thought to himself that last week he was just complaining to foreigners, but today it became a "slander". It seems that this guy will have to spend a few years in jail, but it's okay, it's better than having nothing to eat outside.

If you are lucky enough to be sentenced to ten years, it may not be a bad thing as it allows you to avoid the chaotic times.

"Because of this matter, the higher-ups asked for a self-inspection. Director Fang went to the Municipal Bureau for a meeting on Tuesday. After he came back, he held a meeting with everyone, saying that everyone should be vigilant and beware of saboteurs and the like." Seeing that Tang Zhitong already knew about this, Ma Wei talked about what had happened since Tang Zhitong last came to the Escort Department.

"So Director Fang has been staying in the sorting department these two days to sort letters to the embassy?" Tang Zhitong asked and started counting on his fingers.

The Women's Federation learned about this last Sunday. When I arrived on Monday, there was nothing unusual at the escort department. The Municipal Bureau held a meeting and notified them on Tuesday. Although there was a one-day delay, considering the different administrative levels, this efficiency was already very high.

"Maybe. Director Fang spends half a day every day sorting letters." Ma Wei was also a little unsure and said ambiguously.

"Director Fang is so dedicated!" Tang Zhitong exclaimed.

I appreciate it, but I don’t really agree with this approach.

Most of the letters sent to Beijing by land from all over the country have to go through the Escort Office, but the Escort Office is only a transit department. When it comes to checking letters, the Transfer Office is more suitable than the Escort Office.

The transfer office will pick out the received letters according to the regions every day, and then send them to the branch offices in each area, which will then be delivered by the branch office's delivery staff.

If we calculate it this way, it seems more important to be responsible for the last mile of the letter delivery process, and Zheng Jian happens to be responsible for the letter delivery in the embassy area...

Tang Zhitong didn't know how to mourn for his old leader. The pressure and responsibility must be enormous.

Since they were already here, and there were still more than 20 minutes before the end of the get off work day, Tang Zhitong took advantage of this time to sign documents and settle accounts. He also assigned a task to Ma Wei while she was packing up: "Ma Wei, take some time in the next two days to prepare the payroll."

"Okay, Chief, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Ma Wei agreed and looked at her watch.

"Let's go, be careful on the road." Tang Zhitong waved his hand and let him go. The work time is eight hours, and the time outside of the eight hours is personal time, so he should not be interfered with.

Fang Yuan did not have Ma Wei's awareness and had not even left the sorting department after finishing her shift.

Tang Zhitong packed up his personal belongings and leaned against the door of the Finance Department, looking out, waiting for Fang Yuan to come out.

While waiting, I was not idle. I promised my brother-in-law to arrange the gyroscope and did it using the plug-in.

It is not difficult to make a gyroscope, but the difficult part is choosing the wood.

The top itself is not picky about the wood used, but Wang Jingmin requires that steel balls be embedded in the bottom, so the wood must be carefully selected, and the wood must be dense and not prone to cracking.

Sophora japonica wood is more suitable, but Tang Zhitong did not find it among the Chinese figs he collected from the Northeast.

I could only rummage forward in the messy warehouse until I found the pile of scattered items I had collected at the construction site when I first came here.

There are five major ghost trees among the people, namely willow, mulberry, locust, poplar and chinaberry.

The construction site was quite particular, so most of these unlucky tree species were dug up, which gave Tang Zhitong a bargain.

After making the spinning top, Tang Zhitong started to study the rake used for making soybean paste. This thing is called "soy paste rake" in Northeast China and is used for turning the sauce.

The soybean paste rake is not picky about the wood, as long as it is clean. This one can be made of bamboo shoots.

Tang Zhitong had finished everything, and after waiting for about five minutes, Fang Yuan finally came out of the sorting department.

"Director Fang, I have something I want to ask you." Seeing Fang Yuan coming out, Tang Zhitong pushed the door open and went out to meet him. Since there were several other colleagues in the yard, he was more careful when speaking.

"Let's go to my office." Fang Yuan nodded and took a step forward, while Tang Zhitong followed two or three steps behind.

"What's the matter?" Fang Yuan walked into the office, lit a cigarette, then leaned back in his chair without any image and asked.

"I have a classmate named Luo Zhiping, who is also commissioned by our Municipal Bureau. He asked me to go bird hunting in the north on Sunday, and wanted to borrow a weapon from us." Tang Zhitong directly brought up Luo Zhiping. As a friend, you have to help him with small things.

"I remember he is Lao Su's nephew, right?" Fang Yuan nodded and asked.

"Correct."

"Okay, you take it back today?" Fang Yuan flicked the ash from his cigarette and agreed readily.

"No, let's do it on Saturday. I'll come back on Saturday afternoon." Tang Zhitong shook his head. Although the control is not strict these days, he is deeply influenced by the gun ban and is still very careful about this kind of thing that can be used for robbery. "Okay, I'll tell Jinbo tomorrow. Just the two of you? Two guns, one base is enough?" Fang Yuan agreed readily.

"No, Brother Yuan, I'm the only one with a license, so one weapon is enough." Tang Zhitong waved his hands repeatedly after hearing this. Fang Yuan was too generous. With such firepower, if you didn't know, you would think he was going to take the bunker.

"You finally asked for it, and I was thinking of getting one for Old Su's nephew to satisfy his own desire. You can just go directly to Jin Bo, how could he not agree?" Fang Yuan obviously misunderstood and thought that Tang Zhitong was helping Luo Zhiping to borrow a powerful weapon from the unit.

"Hehe, isn't this a habit?" Tang Zhitong scratched his head. When the Escort Department was still the Escort Section, these guys who eat were directly managed by Fang Yuan. Now, Zhang Jinbo, the current acting chief of the Escort Section, is in charge.

"They are all trivial matters. Since you are here today, I will just verbally convey to you the spirit of the meeting held by the Municipal Bureau two days ago..." Fang Yuan didn't care about the gun. He put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and recounted the subsequent impact of the complaint to the Municipal Postal Bureau.

"In short, the Municipal Bureau requires strict control of each link, self-inspection... that is, self-correction, yes, self-correction, to eliminate hidden dangers in the process of letter transportation and delivery." Fang Yuan understood what the Municipal Bureau meant, but he would occasionally get stuck when conveying the spirit of the Municipal Bureau's meeting to lower levels.

Tang Zhitong quickly reviewed his work content in his mind and did not find any links related to delivery, so he responded happily: "I understand. I will pay attention to it as well."

"The Finance Department has nothing to do with this matter. I'm telling you this just to let you know about it, so that you don't have to know when someone asks you about it later." Fang Yuan waved his hand and spoke very bluntly with a very frank attitude.

"Hehe." Tang Zhitong took out a cigarette from his pocket after hearing this. As for this matter, everyone who has been in the workplace knows that when faced with a government order that must be executed, the more people feel that it has nothing to do with them, the more willing they will agree to it. On the contrary, those who are affected will have some concerns.

"Brother Yuan, I heard from Ma Wei that you have been doing everything yourself these two days. I think that although our sorting department is related to this matter, the transfer office should bear more responsibility in the whole process." Fang Yuan was frank with himself. Tang Zhitong saw that Fang Yuan was so dedicated but also tired, so he began to persuade him to find reasons to pass the work to others. Every cow and horse is familiar with this because many times they are the ones who are hit by the work that is thrown out.

"Well, the transfer department is more troublesome. They are responsible for internal affairs, and we are responsible for sorting external affairs. For all the letters that pass through our hands and are sent from the embassy, ​​we will make an additional record and hand them over to the Municipal Bureau." Fang Yuan understood what Tang Zhitong meant and briefly explained the division of labor.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Tang Zhitong suddenly realized that he had not reached a very high position after all, and his overall view in the unit needed to be strengthened.

"The one who gives me the most headaches is your old leader. When he came out of the meeting at the Municipal Bureau, I saw his miserable face and I felt like crying." Fang Yuan teased, then shook his head and sighed, "That guy may not have bad intentions, he just used the wrong method. What a pity, alas!"

Tang Zhitong could hear Fang Yuan's sympathy for the man, so he said, "I've heard about this, but we're all adults, and he should have thought clearly about the consequences before doing it. Let's just get what we want."

Ma Wei said that the man's behavior was "slander." Considering her family background, the matter had probably already been determined.

"You're right, I got what I wanted." Fang Yuan was quite emotional, even a little aggrieved, thinking back to how straightforward he was in the past! He could scold anyone he didn't like, but now he has elderly parents and young children to take care of, and the whole family is hungry, so he has concerns about doing things.

"Brother Yuan, regarding this matter, we don't know what his motives are, nor do we know the ins and outs of the whole matter, let alone what was written in the letter thrown into the embassy. It's better for us not to say more." Tang Zhitong put the problem on the table and advised him vaguely.

Decades later, there was a saying: "Don't comment without knowing the full story." It's better to leave this matter here. Do you really think there is no public opinion control now?

If that really didn't happen, the guy at Xiao Wang's workplace who complained wouldn't have been criticized and educated.

During the difficulties in recent years, it is not ruled out that some people have complained and had opinions, but that also depends on their position and identity. It’s okay for ordinary people to say a few words, but it’s inappropriate for people in a certain position to say these things.

In the mildest sense, it is called having opinions; in the most serious sense, it is called losing faith!
Don't meddle in matters that are not your business. There are many people who are concerned about this matter, including Fang Yuan and myself.

"You're right. Let's go home after get off work and have dinner." Fang Yuan listened, smiled, got up and put on his clothes.

Tang Zhitong went back to the Finance Department, turned off the lights, locked the door, and left the escort office with Fang Yuan.

They chatted about random things on the way, and when Tang Zhitong got home, it was already dark.

After putting the bicycle away, Tang Zhitong took out the newly made spinning top, the handle of the whip used to hit the spinning top, and the soybean paste rake from the space.

"Brother, are you making this for me?" Fengzhi saw the spinning top, ran up to it, took it in her hand and looked at it carefully.

"This is for Jingmin. If you want to play with it, this is for you. I'll make another one for him tomorrow." In Tang Zhitong's impression, very few little girls were interested in spinning tops. If his sister wanted to play with it, he would naturally be the first to get it.

"No, the ground in our yard is uneven." Fengzhi was surprised and returned the spinning top to Tang Zhitong.

Tang Zhitong smiled. Not only was the ground in the yard uneven, but the road surface around the iron wheel was also not very flat. Although the ground was pavemented with construction waste the year before last, it could only be said to be easy to walk on. When it rained, you would no longer have to step on mud. However, it was still a long way from being asphalt or concrete roads.

"Did he spoil him again and hire someone to work on it?" Classmate Xiao Wang, who arrived home before Tang Zhitong, asked speculatively as he saw the finely crafted top without a single thorn on it.

"Hey, isn't it beautiful? I took a scientific research class in school. There are carpentry tools in the class. I made it there." Tang Zhitong gave all the other things to Xiao Wang, then took off his bag, washed his hands and prepared to eat.

"You can be a carpenter with your skills." Xiao Wang smiled and looked at the rake. Not knowing what it was made of, he asked curiously, "What is this made of? Is it also a toy?"

"A rake is used for pounding soybean paste." Tang Zhitong wiped the water off his hands, took the soybean paste rake and pretended to pound soybean paste, demonstrating it up and down, up and down.

"Will there be a bad smell when making soybean paste? I remember someone made soybean paste before, and it had a very strong smell." Zhang Guifang asked while setting the table.

"It shouldn't stink. Auntie didn't mention this when she taught me how to make it, and I didn't smell any stink when I ate it." This was Tang Zhitong's blind spot in knowledge, and he couldn't make a phone call to ask about it, so he could only guess.

"Okay, let's eat first. After dinner, I'll find some soybean paste. Can you make it tonight?" Zhang Guifang set the table and started serving the porridge.

"Well, let's do it today. It will take about a month from the beginning to the completion of the soybean paste. I hope it will be successful in one go." There were not many elm seed dumplings for this meal, so the shortfall was made up with steamed bread. Tang Zhitong had eaten three meals in a row with elm seeds as the main staple food, and when he ate the steamed bread again tonight, he found that steamed bread was so delicious!

We steamed a lot of elm seed dumplings last night, but since there are many people in the family, we gave some to Chunshu Hutong, and also gave some elm seed dumplings to the children for lunch. So there were fewer elm seed dumplings in the evening, so we used steamed corn bread to replace the remaining ones.

After dinner, Zhang Guifang took out soybean paste from the inner room and placed it on the table. The soybean paste was stuffed into the table by her aunt and sister-in-law, two pieces for each family, a total of four pieces.

"Make one piece first, and I'll see if I can do it." Tang Zhitong picked up a piece and weighed it, and said.

"Okay. How do you make this? You're busy at work, so tell me and I'll try it at home." In Zhang Guifang's simple understanding, those who earn money should only make money to support the family, and household affairs should be the responsibility of the old women who stay at home.

"It's quite simple. First do this, then this, and finally do this, that's it." Tang Zhitong talked nonsense seriously and successfully got slapped in the face.

(End of this chapter)