Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 745 744 Long Tailed Rabbit

Tang Zhitong made it clear that he had a way to get the hens, and then left after talking to Fang Yuan. He had no idea how Fang Yuan discussed the matter with Sister Chen.

As the workday was about to end, Fang Yuan called a meeting of the heads of each department, which was chaired by Sister Chen.

"Comrades, there are several female comrades in our escort department who are pregnant, and many of our comrades have elders in their families who are not in good health. I have discussed with Director Fang and we are considering buying a few hens and placing them in the escort department, and distributing the eggs they lay to employees in need." Sister Chen brought out the theme of the meeting right from the start.

"Since it involves expenses, let's vote by raising our hands. Those who agree, please raise your hands. Those who disagree may also express their opinions." After Sister Chen finished speaking, she raised her hand first, followed by Fang Yuan.

Union dues are collected every month, and some of them must be turned in, but a little bit will also be kept at the escort office.

In addition to the usual movie tickets, union fees are also spent on other things, such as which employee has outstanding work performance and needs to be rewarded, who is sick and hospitalized and needs to be visited, who has an elderly family member who has passed away and needs condolences, etc.

Taking care of everyone's work and life is part of the union's responsibilities. Now Sister Chen has put the problem on the table. Although only a minority of people are taken care of, no one in each department has any objection and they all raised their hands.

Tang Zhitong was no exception, and he admired Sister Chen very much. She only said that she had to take care of pregnant women and the elderly, and never mentioned the baby at this time, because Fang Yuan really had a baby at home!
In addition, Sister Chen only mentioned that the trade union should find a way to solve part of the egg supply, and did not mention why there is a shortage of eggs on the market. This is wisdom, the political kind.

"Okay, it's passed unanimously. Thank you all for your support for the union's work." Sister Chen said, and then changed the subject: "Next, let's talk about the hens.

I have consulted with the relevant departments, and they are unable to supply hens for the time being. Now I am looking for everyone to discuss and see who can find a way to buy hens. It is best to use hens that are one or two years old, lay eggs diligently, and are strong. As for the price, each one should not exceed 40 yuan. In principle, our department needs no more than five. "

After Sister Chen finished speaking, several people with quick ideas were already thinking about whether they could solve the problem of the hens.

Everyone understands what Sister Chen said. It is no longer possible to get hens through normal channels, so the only options left are the unusual ones, which cost 40 yuan each. As long as you buy at a lower price, the extra difference is yours!
Tang Zhitong was impressed by the wisdom of the two leaders.

Although I have shown that I have a way to buy hens, I cannot solve the problem of receipts, which is somewhat risky.

After Sister Chen's operation, buying chickens became a collective decision, and no one could find any fault with it.

Buying chickens is even simpler, just like bidding, anyone can try their luck as long as they meet the union’s requirements.

If a colleague could get a hen, Tang Zhitong would be happy to see it happen, after all, it would be easier for him.

"Comrades, you can go back and think about it. If you have any ideas, come to me as soon as possible, let's say before this Friday." Seeing that no one raised any opinions, Sister Chen and Fang Yuan looked at each other and announced the adjournment of the meeting.

"Hey, Brother Yuan is really experienced. Thank you, Brother Yuan, for helping me get rid of all the enemies." After the meeting, Tang Zhitong and Fang Yuan stood outside the door and chatted.

He definitely has to thank them, because after this, Tang Zhitong’s risk was greatly reduced.

Since the meeting has been held, it is impossible to specify who will make the purchase. If this is done, some people will probably be dissatisfied.

But let everyone try their best first, and when they hit a wall, Tang Zhitong will take over and there will be no problem.

"Don't be happy too soon. Maybe the hens in our department will eventually fall into your hands. You must not let me down when the time comes." The price was actually decided by Fang Yuan. Since Tang Zhitong said this price, he could just go with this price, save some money for the unit, buy a few more chickens, and help more families.

"Don't worry, Brother Yuan. Let other colleagues have the chance first. If they can't buy them, I will go buy them. They will definitely be young, strong and fat hens!" Tang Zhitong assured Fang Yuan, patting his chest.

Next, Tang Zhitong briefly told Fang Yuan that he had to go teach a Mandarin research class and might not be able to pay attention to the progress of buying chickens.

"Not bad, you are getting more and more promising!" Fang Yuan patted Tang Zhitong on the shoulder with great satisfaction after hearing this, "Don't worry, I'm at home, I'll call you when I have news. You can go to the Post and Telecommunications College on Saturday?"

"Well, I have classes in the morning and seminar in the afternoon." Tang Zhitong nodded and confirmed the communication method with Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan finished smoking a cigarette and it was time to get off work. The two chatted for a few minutes and then left.

When he got home, before he even entered the door, Tang Zhitong saw Feng Zhi holding Bei Bei and scolding her: "Bei Bei, don't eat the mouse you catch, bring it to me, okay? Whether I can complete the homework assigned by the teacher depends on how hard you work."

"The teacher assigns you homework, and you turn around and assign it to Beibei? Do you think it can understand?" Tang Zhitong laughed and teased his sister.

"Then what should I do? I can't catch it." Fengzhi let go of her hand in frustration. Beibei landed lightly on the ground, trotted away a few steps, and then meowed, as if accusing Fengzhi of not treating her as "master".

"If you ask me, your teacher shouldn't assign this homework. Even if someone catches a mouse, they won't hand it in. People in the alley are saying that people outside the city have started calling mice 'long-tailed rabbits'. Even if they catch one, it will run outside the city to exchange for food." The weather started to get hot, so the door curtain was hung and the door was left open. Zhang Guifang heard her children's conversation outside and replied from inside the house.

"That shouldn't be the case. How big is a mouse? If you exchange less, it won't be enough to pay for your hard work. If you exchange more, the people in the commune are not stupid." It was the first time that Tang Zhitong heard the term "long-tailed rabbit".

"It wasn't the country folks who exchanged with them, it was the middlemen who ran away from the city.

There is a shortage of meat in the city now. Some people cannot survive without meat. How much does a chicken cost?
I heard that the middlemen skinned rats, cut out the meat, soaked it in sheep urine overnight, and then sold it to the city dwellers as mutton.

Zhang Guifang told her son the gossip she had heard with great interest. Anyway, her son had never brought home minced mutton before, so he didn't expect to eat rat meat.

"Hey! They are really something! Is there anyone who would really go and exchange it?" Tang Zhitong didn't expect that nowadays there would be people using such crooked methods, turning "duck head" into "mutton", the profit involved is not small.

"Yes, Guiying's father went to change it before the New Year." Zhang Guifang answered with certainty.

"Has anyone seen the middlemen selling rat meat in the city?" Tang Zhitong knew what happened last year. Guiying's father took rats to the countryside and exchanged them for some food. He was very proud of it for a few days.

When Tang Zhitong was in the dormitory, he mentioned this matter to his roommates. His roommates all agreed that the food Guiying's father had exchanged must not be good food, and it was most likely the kind that was dug out from a rat hole.

"I haven't heard of that." Zhang Guifang thought for a moment and shook her head to deny it.

Tang Zhitong felt that this matter was a little strange.

Logically speaking, if there really is such a way to make money, it must be kept secret and not spread to the point where everyone knows about it.

If this method is fake, it would be interesting. It is obviously taking advantage of people's aversion to rat meat to prevent city dwellers from buying meat from individuals.

Tang Zhitong stroked his stubble, thinking and laughing at the same time. This news was obviously a major boon to the offal, chickens and other things stored in his space.

If this happened in the stock market, if it didn’t rise by the daily limit for ten consecutive days, I would be letting down the stocks I stockpiled!
"Why are you grinning like an idiot?" When Xiao Wang walked in, she saw her husband looking at the oil drum and smiling. Under the afterglow of the sun, that smile made her feel that her husband had no good intentions.

"Oh, my mom just said that someone processed rat meat and sold it to city dwellers as mutton. I wonder how those who waved their money to buy meat would feel after hearing this news." Tang Zhitong chuckled. This situation is indeed funny, but he couldn't empathize with them, because those who have money to buy meat from outside can basically exclude the proletariat. "Very disgusting." When Xiao Wang heard this, his brows frowned and he felt a little nauseous.

Tang Zhitong didn't feel that bad because he had experienced this as a child.

When I was a kid, I was naughty and used firecrackers to kill mice for fun.

The firecrackers were powerful, and they exploded into pieces as soon as they were set off. The flying flesh stuck to my face so beautifully...

The next day, April 4th, was Qingming Festival.

When talking about Qingming Festival, I am afraid many people will think of Du Mu's masterpiece:
There are many rains in the Qingming season, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

By asking where the restaurant is located, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Strangely enough, most places will have some rain or be cloudy for a while around the Qingming Festival.

In addition, there is a farming saying: The snow stops in Qingming, and the frost stops in Guyu.

It means that there will be no snow after Qingming Festival, and there will be no frost after Grain Rain.

Whenever it snows or frosts, it is abnormal and you have to be careful when farming.

There was no snow or rain during the Qingming Festival in Sijiucheng this year, but the sky was slightly cloudy.

The young couple got up early and went straight to the Beijing Library after breakfast.

The courtyard of the Beijing Library is very large, and the corners are planted with flowers and plants. The flowers on the branches are vying to announce the arrival of spring to people, and the fallen petals are covering the ground.

Tang Zhitong was in a playful mood. He picked a few flowers from the branches, plucked off the petals, and raised his hand to look at Xiao Wang!
The beautiful woman's smile and the colorful falling petals make the picture simply stunning.

The only drawback is that there is no camera.

If there could be a color photo like this taken in the spring, it would probably stun a large number of young boys and girls in an instant when it was exposed several years later.

"It's annoying. You're so grown up, but you're still like a child." It was time to go to work, and when Xiao Wang saw a colleague looking at him, he became even more shy.

"Hey, shall we pick some flowers?" The young couple had agreed a few days ago that they would come over to pick some flowers during the Qingming Festival and take them to the cemetery in the west.

"Can you reach the paulownia flowers?" Student Wang pointed to a paulownia tree next to him. The shortest branch was probably more than two meters high.

"Almost, just jump a little." Tang Zhitong looked at the branch and then at Xiao Wang. In fact, with her height, she could reach it by jumping, but it would cause the ball to vibrate, which would probably be very uncomfortable.

"You look so shifty, hurry up." Classmate Xiao Wang seemed to have guessed what her husband was thinking, patted him lightly and urged him.

"Hehe." Tang Zhitong smiled, stopped wasting time, jumped up, hooked down a large branch, and then folded it down.

"Can we bring paulownia flowers?" In Tang Zhitong's impression, yellow and white bouquets are generally chosen for tomb sweeping. Although the roots of paulownia flowers are also a bit white, they still look a bit disrespectful.

"My dad likes paulownia flowers. In the past, they wouldn't bloom during the Qingming Festival. This year it's warm, so the paulownia flowers bloomed early. I bought this when I saw it." Student Xiao Wang took care of the paulownia flowers, wrapped them with newspaper on the branches, and tied them with a rope.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Since Xiao Wang said so, Tang Zhitong naturally would not object.

Tang Zhitong also played with paulownia flowers when he was a child. When the flowers bloomed, he would use them as small trumpets. Occasionally, he would find needle and thread, string the calyx, and pretend to be a small snake.

The only drawback is that there is a layer of fine fuzz on the outside of the calyx, which easily gets stuck to your hands and feels a bit sticky.

After Xiao Wang packed up, Tang Zhitong rode his bike and took her straight to Shijia Hutong.

"Are you here? Put your bike here and let's go to the small car team." Ye Zhijuan had been waiting at the Women's Federation for a long time. When she saw her daughter and son-in-law coming over, she didn't say anything polite and just got up and walked out.

The car sent by the fleet was a Victory sedan, the previous generation model of the Volga GAZ-21.

The rounded tail of the Victory car has a bit of a Beetle flavor. If it were placed on the site of the Xi San, the guys there would probably have to block the exhaust holes.

This car is very eye-catching on the streets of Beijing. It used to be the car for higher-level cadres. Now with the introduction of GAZ-21 into the country, Victory sedans have been gradually replaced by the majority of cadres.

Although the Victory sedan has its own problems, it has brought many revolutionary innovations to the automotive industry, such as the load-bearing body structure, electric turn signals and brake lights, and its R&D team was awarded the Fatherly Award for this.

Of course, the GAZ-21 has better performance and is quite popular among users, so this year BAIC will refer to the drawings of the GAZ-21 to trial-produce the "Dongfanghong" brand car.

After the successful trial production, in order to meet military needs, the factory received other orders and switched to developing light off-road vehicles. This is the origin of the 212 jeep.

Because I had classes today, I didn't bring Jingying and Jingmin with me on this tomb-sweeping trip, so there was still plenty of room in the car.

Tang Zhitong sat in the front passenger seat, and Ye Zhijuan and her daughter sat in the back seat.

The driver was wearing white gloves and didn't say a word.

Tang Zhitong moved his butt. What should he say about this car? It was not comfortable enough to sit in, and the interior of the car felt very cheap.

Although the driver had cleaned the outside of the car spotlessly, rust had already appeared in some corners.

This car has only been in the market for a few years, but its workmanship cannot compare with domestically produced cars that cost tens of thousands of dollars decades later.

However, if you have a car, you can't complain too much.

Tang Zhitong sat in the car and wondered when he would be qualified to buy a GAZ-24?
That car was much better than the Victory sedan under him. Because its logo symbolized a deer running with its head held high, it was affectionately called the "Golden Deer Car" in the old city. It was a symbol of status, and no one dared to check it if it ran a red light on the road.

(End of this chapter)