Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 749 Chapter 748 Crossing the River with a Reed

At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, many systems began to establish their own professional colleges, whose status in various systems was equivalent to Tilanqiao in the accounting industry.

There is no such thing as 211 or 985 at the moment, but we can roughly tell its importance from the name of the institution and the system it belongs to.

The predecessor of the People's Public Security University was the North China Security Cadre Training Class, which was founded in 1948. After liberation, it was temporarily located in Dongsi Hutong and later moved to Baiyun Temple.

The name has changed several times, and was successively renamed the North China Public Security Cadres School, the Central Public Security Cadres School, and finally the Central People's Public Security College. The school was moved to Muxidi again, embarking on the road of modern education.

After the liberation of the city of 1949, due to the lack of professional talent in many professional fields and the need to stabilize society as quickly as possible, many personnel from the original system were allowed to remain in their positions, and the police officers known as "stinky-foot patrolmen" by the people were no exception.

After review, as long as they did not make any serious mistakes, they were absorbed into the team.

These "stinky patrolmen" are not just there to do the work, they all have their own specialties.

Some coroners who have been in the profession for generations are very good at solving cases.

Although our soldiers are not afraid of life and death and march forward bravely, they can fight the enemy but cannot make the corpses speak.

Some of them were particularly familiar with their own areas. They knew which family had unusual activities, which family had contact with which family that flew to the other side, which property belonged to whom, etc. They not only assisted in clearing out enemy spies and unstable factors, but also assisted in sorting out some counter-productive assets.

Due to the environment at the time, although the "stinky foot patrols" did play a positive role, it was still difficult for people to be completely reassured because of their identity. That was why the idea of ​​cultivating talents that the Party and the country could trust was adopted in their own institutions.

Of course, the public security department did not purge those who remained in office again, and even some progressive police officers were given the opportunity to study in college.

After all, Wu Aijun has been working in the public security field for more than two years and is well aware of the importance of the People's Public Security University.

The People's Public Security University is not included in the college entrance examination admission sequence. Currently, it only accepts in-service personnel in the system from all over the country. Most of them will be entrusted with important tasks when they return to their original units after graduation.

"Mom, is this...appropriate? Will it have a bad impact?" Wu Aijun suppressed his inner excitement and asked tentatively.

Lu Lan smiled: "I didn't agree to transfer you before because you didn't make any achievements. Now that you have, even if I don't ask for it, someone else will. After all, you have a background and experience, and you are the talent the country needs."

"Okay! I'll go then!" Wu Aijun agreed with a grin.

Although Wu Aijun never said it, he did envy Tang Zhitong. It was not because he could marry Wang Jingwen, but because of his personal development. He is now an associate section chief, and he will definitely be able to move up one or even two steps after graduating from university.

I've only just started, and I'm already behind him...

The next day, Thursday.

Tang Zhitong was afraid of missing lunch at the Teachers’ Training College, so he left class one period early.

It is nearly ten kilometers from the Post and Telecommunications College to Shuncheng Street, and it was time for dinner when Tang Zhitong arrived.

Tang Zhitong squatted on the steps of the teaching building and ate three steamed buns and a bowl of vegetables, enjoying the delicious food.

After eating, just scoop some spring water into the ceramic rice bowl and drink it all in one go. This combines washing dishes and drinking water in one device, which saves trouble.

I don’t know if other teachers have offices. Anyway, Tang Zhitong didn’t plan to go to Han Haizhou for such a small matter. He went straight into the classroom and sat in the last row.

After a short rest, when the class started, Tang Zhitong became busy as he hadn't finished drawing the foot buckle yet!

Not every teacher interacted like Tang Zhitong, so there was no oolong incident of a teacher nominating Tang Zhitong in these two classes.

During the afternoon class, Tang Zhitong filled an enamel rice bowl with water and drank it while he spoke.

It's been a while since I last spoke so loudly, and my throat is somewhat out of tune.

After two classes, Tang Zhitong went home to eat as usual.

"It's better to be a teacher outside. You can also get a salary." Zhang Guifang is very satisfied with her son's part-time job. These days, she makes do with the meals her son brings back and saves the limited amount from the grocery store to buy together another day to improve her life.

"Hehe, if I were doing this in the past, I would have to be a scholar, right?" Tang Zhitong said to Zhang Guifang.

"It's not just scholars. Scholars cannot become officials. They have to be at least juren." Zhang Guifang was born in the old society and knew that era very well. Although scholars had the privilege of not having to kneel when meeting officials, their income was only slightly better than that of ordinary people, and could not even compare to that of landlords. Many scholars worked as private school teachers all their lives. They were respectable but not rich.

"But I dare not be a juren. Fan Jin was so happy when he passed the exam." Tang Zhitong waved his hands repeatedly. Let alone becoming a juren, even becoming a scholar is not that easy to pass. How many people are still students in their seventies and eighties? Besides, even Shi Nai'an and Pu Songling, who were so talented, were scholars by birth.

"You're talking nonsense again, have you forgotten Wu Xun?" Xiao Wang, who was watching her mother-in-law and husband talking more and more outrageously, first reminded her husband, then gave her mother-in-law a way out, and defined the fact that Tang Zhitong was taking classes outside: "Mom, Anzi is using his knowledge to serve the people, but he can't be a scholar or a juren."

"Yes, yes, Wenwen is more cultured." Zhang Guifang knew Wu Xun. He made quite a fuss in the past few years. She realized she had made a mistake in her words and quickly tried to smooth it over.

Tang Zhitong chuckled and scratched his head.

As for Wu Xun, he was no stranger. Not only did he fall from the altar of glory to being criticized in the past few years, but even decades later there were still people who wanted to reverse his verdict, just like some people tried to give Zhou Paopi and Liu Wencai a halo of charity.

After dinner, Xiao Wang returned to the wing room and educated her husband: "Wu Xun's words and deeds have indeed confused many naive, childlike, and good-natured people, but you are different. Don't say anything when you go out."

"Yes, Chief!" Tang Zhitong listened to the advice and immediately stood at attention and saluted Xiao Wang.

According to Tang Zhitong's understanding, the movie "The Biography of Wu Xun" is suspected of forcibly whitewashing Wu Xun.

Wu Xun suffered from his lack of education, so he thought of starting a school in order to allow more children in his hometown to go to school.

But running a school requires money, so he started begging.

This "begging" is not the kind of "Master, please be kind, grandmother, be merciful" in some movies and TV dramas, but "If you don't give it to me, I will take poison and die at your door", similar to the forced begging in beggar societies and Suolaibao.

Although Wu Xun did not spend the money he begged recklessly, he saved it and lent it out at high interest, exploiting others with compounded interest.

Later, with official endorsement, they relied on official power to raise funds.

Using such money to run a school won unanimous praise and went down in history.

This kind of behavior was in line with the mainstream cognition of Wu Xun's time, but it cannot be praised in the new China! Although there is no "Wu Xun" now, there are still people who advocate and blow the whistle for "Wu Xun", forcibly distorting history. "The Biography of Wu Xun" has portrayed Wu Xun as a progressive image who is dedicated to the people and has a sudden awakening at the end of his life!

In Tang Zhitong's opinion, it would not be surprising if there were people like "Wu Xun" now or in the future, but it would be different if someone promoted him. The fundamental problem is what purpose is achieved by using "Wu Xun"!
If you make ill-gotten gains, can you wash away your sins by donating some money, doing some charity, or sponsoring a few college students? What's the difference between that and spending money to buy "indulgences"?
I will never become such a person in the future!

Right?
"You're so unruly. Here, I asked you to hang up the curtains our mother bought for you today." Classmate Xiao Wang slapped her husband in a reproachful manner and pointed at the two rolls of vertical curtains in the corner.

"Hey, a cattail curtain!" Tang Zhitong picked it up and recognized the material of the curtain. He turned around and winked at Xiao Wang, saying, "Our mom is so considerate. She's afraid that you'll get too hot in the summer."

"Oh my~ You are such a annoying person!" Student Xiao Wang refused to give in. He pouted, stomped his feet, and looked very angry.

"Hahaha, come here, help me and get a pair of scissors." Tang Zhitong laughed when he saw this.

There was a reason why Xiao Wang was angry. Last year was the first year of their marriage. She was shy and couldn't let go. Even on a hot summer day, she had to draw the curtains before going to bed.

The curtains are made of cloth. Although they have good shielding properties, they are not breathable. When the weather gets hot, the two of them will always sweat profusely.

Fortunately, the influence of last year's "eradicating the four pests" campaign was still there. After rounds of nationwide campaigns, the summer for the people in Beijing was very quiet last year, and there were basically no flies and mosquitoes in the homes.

But since the second half of last year, there have been fewer hygiene campaigns. Up to now, it seems that there have been only two campaigns. I am afraid that the number of flies and mosquitoes will increase in the next few days.

Perhaps it was with this in mind that Zhang Guifang bought the rush curtain.

"Do you want to cut this yourself?" Xiao Wang called for a pair of scissors and watched her husband with a pencil clipped on his ear, holding a rush curtain and pointing it at the window, occasionally making a mark on the curtain with the pencil.

"Yes, the windows of each household are of different sizes, and the sellers of cattail curtains have to make them according to the length of the reeds, so it is inevitable that some of the sizes will not fit. Just cut them off." There are several weaving lines on the cattail curtain, which have to be avoided when cutting. Tang Zhitong draws the lines carefully and leaves the weaving lines in the middle so that it looks beautiful.

"I never thought that reeds could be used to make curtains." Student Wang was surprised. She had seen reed sheets when building houses. The reeds were thick and strong, but the curtains in front of her were relatively thin and small.

“It can not only be used as curtains, but also as mats, which have been replaced by rush mats in recent years.

When I was a child, things were different than they are now. Most of the houses back then were like the main house in our house. The windows were used for lighting and were closed, so very few people used them as curtains.

Only now that there are more newly built houses and the windows are designed to be opened, this thing has found a new use.

Now you know why so many people are rushing to live in buildings? Old houses are not ventilated, and it's hot in the summer! "After saying that, Tang Zhitong winked at Xiao Wang. The two of them knew how hot it was.

Angry classmate Xiao Wang pinched the soft flesh on her husband's waist and turned it half a circle until Tang Zhitong begged for mercy and promised not to tease her anymore.

Cattail curtains are also called reed foil or reed curtains. As the name suggests, they are curtains made of reeds. They are often used to build houses. They may be used as curtains in other places, but this usage is not common in Beijing. They are mostly used as mats, to cover soy sauce jars, and pickle jars.

Student Xiao Wang squatted opposite Tang Zhitong, with her elbows on her knees and her chin supported by her palms, watching her husband cut the cattail curtain along the drawn lines.

Tang Zhitong looked up at Xiao Wang, who was so cute, and couldn't help but teasing him, "Did you know that reeds can be eaten?"

"Reeds can be eaten? I've never seen that." Student Wang widened his eyes, unable to imagine what it looked like when people chewed on reeds.

"To be precise, it's not the reeds, but the newly sprouted reed shoots, just the little bit on top.

That kid once wrote a poem. What it said was, "The ground is covered with mugwort and the reed shoots are short. It's the time when puffer fish are about to come up."

You can tell at first glance that he is a foodie." The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't remember who the author was, so Tang Zhitong could only use "Xiao Shui" instead.

"What about Little Who?" It was the first time that Wang heard people address ancient people like that, and he asked with great joy.

"Forget it. As long as we can't remember who wrote or said some poems or words, they are all the masterpieces of Mr. Zhou Shuren," Tang Zhitong said nonsense.

"Go, that was written by Su Shi. If Mr. Zhou knew that you made up this story about him, he would definitely come to your dream and beat you up, right?"

"That's not the case. Mr. Zhou is a generous man. If he really appears in my dream, I will treat him to some reed sprouts." Tang Zhitong didn't care. Decades later, "I said that" was everywhere. If Mr. Zhou was stingy, how many dreams would he have appeared in every day?

This is just like Sichuan Fanta, the more you pay attention to it, the more counterfeits will pop up, such as Sprite, Coke, and Mirinda, there is always one that looks the same.

"Are reed sprouts so delicious?" Speaking of eating, classmate Xiao Wang also became interested.

"I don't know, I've never eaten it. I think it shouldn't be very good, otherwise Su Shi wouldn't have put puffer fish after reed sprouts." Tang Zhitong learned when he was a child that reed sprouts were edible from the vendors selling dog kennels on the streets.

Most of the vendors were from Baiyangdian. They made some cattail bags and dog houses with cattails nearby and sold them on their shoulders along the streets.

Although there are fewer people selling dog kennels nowadays, some people are still using cattail bags. This thing has a certain shock-absorbing effect, and many units use it to transport fruits, pickles, and parcels.

Cattails and reeds represent tenacity among literati. If a woman has this kind of character, she will be widely praised. Her representative work is "The Peacock Flies Southeast".

You should be like the rock, and I should be like the reed.

The pampas are threaded like silk, and the rocks are not transferred.

Look at this love between a man and a woman, and the resistance from the family is unbreakable.

After Tang Zhitong finished cutting the cattail curtains, he hammered nails into the windows while talking to his classmate Xiao Wang about the words about reeds in "The Peacock Flies Southeast".

After hanging the curtains, Tang Zhitong returned to the house, washed his hands, and suggested, "Look, this cattail curtain is made of both rock and cattail. It is not only breathable, but also has a good meaning. At this moment, how about we be husband and wife tonight?"

"Hmph, I knew you had no good intentions." Although Xiao Wang said this, his body was honest. He walked to the window and closed the curtains again.

After turning off the lights and getting on the bed, Tang Zhitong searched up and down for a while and said with a sly smile: "Xiao Wang, you see, you can't hide your longing for someone. Even if you cover your mouth, tears will still flow out."

Xiao Wang understood immediately, but he tried to change the subject, "By the way, before you went home, my mom said that Liu's daughter-in-law came to borrow money, and my mom felt sorry for her so she lent her five dollars."

"At a time like this, let's not talk about such a depressing topic. Come, come and experience my unique skill - Crossing the River with a Reed!"

Student Xiao Wang clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and remained silent all night...

(End of this chapter)