Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 784 783 Rice Elephant
When He Hongchuan handed the gun to Tang Zhitong, he also gave him an extra gun license and asked considerately, "Do you know how to use it?"

"This... probably takes some getting used to." Tang Zhitong had played with the Type 54 rifle provided by Fangyuan when practicing shooting before, but he did not tell the truth in front of He Hongchuan, because there are rules for holding a gun.

There are four main rules for carrying guns:

1. Anyone holding a gun must carry relevant documents;

(2) Weapons must be carefully kept and protected, cleaned regularly to prevent damage or loss, and may not be lent to others without the approval of the leadership.
(3) Do not play with weapons or shoot guns at random;
(iv) Keep your weapons and documents in safekeeping and report any loss promptly.

Rules are rules, but they are not so strict in actual implementation. Most of the time, everyone turns a blind eye. It was not until the incident of the bandit Bai Baoshan that the country began to vigorously confiscate guns and strictly manage guns.

"Come on, let's go outside and I'll teach you how to use it." He Hongchuan patted Tang Zhitong on the shoulder and was the first to leave the office.

Tang Zhitong followed closely behind, and Fang Yuan happily watched the fun.

Several people came to the wall of the escort department. He Hongchuan picked up a stone from the ground, walked a little further inside, drew a non-standard circle on the wall, and drew a bull's eye.

He Hongchuan took two steps back, not looking very satisfied, and then modified the circle he had drawn before turning back.

Next, He Hongchuan taught Tang Zhitong how to use it, and personally demonstrated how to fire a shot standing twenty meters away.

The power of the Type 54 is still quite good. The bullet comes into close contact with the stone near the center of the bull's eye, and the powder expelled is stimulated into white smoke that floats away.

"Come on, try it." He Hongchuan was quite satisfied with his marksmanship. He pinched the middle of the gun barrel, turned it in another direction, freeing the grip, and handed it to Tang Zhitong.

When Tang Zhitong took it, he intentionally leaned sideways so that the muzzle of the gun was facing outward, and his index finger did not reach towards the trigger.

After everything was ready, Tang Zhitong took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and started shooting, imitating He Hongchuan's posture.

Although Tang Zhitong had practiced the Type 54 rifle seriously when shooting, he couldn't show it directly at this time. Two of the seven bullets hit outside the circle, and the other five showed a trend of gradually approaching the center of the bull's eye.

"Not bad, you got the hang of it quickly." He Hongchuan thought Tang Zhitong was really talented, so he praised him and then instructed him, "You can practice more often. If you run out of bullets, ask Lao Fang for more. Be careful not to hurt innocent people."

"Okay!" Tang Zhitong agreed readily. I'm afraid there is no man who doesn't like this kind of real thing, right?
"What's wrong? What's wrong? What happened?" The guard heard the sound of "frying beans" and hurriedly ran inside from the gate, and asked breathlessly from a distance of ten meters.

"It's okay, we're just testing the guns." Fang Yuan greeted the guard with a smile.

Ever since the escort department moved to Yongdingmen, the escorts have never fired their guns here. The guards are railway employees and are unfamiliar with this, so they are inevitably a little worried.

The other people in the escort department seemed to be accustomed to this. At most, they poked their heads out of the office to take a look, and after seeing Fang Yuan and He Hongchuan clearly, they retracted their heads.

In addition to attracting the guard's attention, these eight shots also scared the hens, causing them to cluck.

After getting Fang Yuan's explanation, the guard raised his hand to say hello, then walked back with a smile. As he walked back, he remembered that occasionally there were employees from the escort department carrying weapons going in and out. He really only saw and did not hear, so he thought that the weapons here would not make any noise.

He Hongchuan didn't care what the guard thought. He was very satisfied with Tang Zhitong's performance and said, "Come on, let's go back. I'll teach you how to disassemble and maintain it."

"No need to go through so much trouble. I'll teach Xiao Tang later. If you have something else to do, don't waste time here." Fang Yuan spoke up and drove the man away.

After watching He Hongchuan leave, Fang Yuan teased Tang Zhitong: "You're pretending to be quite convincing."

"Hey, it's because you're worried about causing trouble for Brother Yuan." Tang Zhitong knew that Fang Yuan was referring to the fact that he had concealed his familiarity with the Type 54, so he responded very naturally.

"Let's go back to the office and I'll restock your bullets." Fang Yuan smiled. This little lie was harmless. Even if Tang Zhitong told the truth, there wouldn't be any waves. But it's always better to have less trouble than more.

"Okay." Tang Zhitong agreed readily. Although this Type 54 rifle could not be used for self-defense, it was still good for "shooting" rabbits. Now he didn't have to carry an air rifle every time. He finally had a portable weapon and an excuse to improve his food.

"Don't always carry it in your hands, try wearing it on your body." Back in the office, Fang Yuan urged Tang Zhitong while using the key to open the drawer to get the bullets.

"Okay." Although the management of guns is not strict at present, there are still very few people who can carry pistols openly on the street. Tang Zhitong is not used to his new identity for a while and inevitably feels a little awkward.

According to his personality, the more low-key the better, but since Fang Yuan has spoken, he still has to cooperate.

The holster is made of pure cowhide and is very thick. In addition to a gun, it also has a place to insert a magazine and two bullet holders.

It looks good, but not very practical, and its deterrent effect is greater than its practical value.

Since the holster is not fixed, drawing the gun requires the coordination of both hands. If you really encounter a vicious gangster, you might be dead before you can draw your gun.

"Not bad, very energetic, you can tell at first glance that you are a cadre, hahaha." After taking out the bullets, Fang Yuan looked Tang Zhitong up and down. What he said was a joke, but also the truth.

Although the Type 54 pistol has been in production for several years, it has always been a military-issued pistol and has not been popularized in the country's powerful apparatus.

"It's too eye-catching. I'd better put it in my bag later. If I really meet someone with bad intentions, I can catch him off guard. If I go out like this, I will be caught off guard." Tang Zhitong looked down at the holster on his body. It must be very spirited, but if he keeps wearing it like this, he will suffer when the summer gets hot.

The whole set of gun equipment weighs about three kilograms. The holster is tied with a single rope and is relatively loose. It is inevitable that it will swing while walking, and even rise and fall and hit the hips. It is like tying three bottles of mineral water around the waist. After a long time, it is inevitable that you will feel uncomfortable.

"Well, you have a point. No matter where you put it, you have to pay attention to your own safety." Fang Yuan also did not ask the reason why the Science and Technology Commission required Tang Zhitong to be equipped with a gun, but he knew that this must be because there might be something threatening, so he gave the instructions very seriously, without the look of asking Tang Zhitong to "keep the secret" just now.

"I know, Brother Yuan, it's okay. This is the city of Sijiu, the safest place in the country. Besides, as long as I keep a low profile, no one will think anything else of me." Tang Zhitong smiled. He could conceal the fact that he was hoarding supplies at the construction site, so how could a super-magnetic machine be targeted? Was the Science and Technology Commission a little too worried?

"It never hurts to be careful. Oh, by the way, the Municipal Bureau called today and said that the department intends to recommend you as an advanced worker of the postal system to participate in this year's gathering of heroes. Oh, this is a matter of showing off, and it is the organization's recognition of your work and achievements!" Fang Yuan received a call as soon as he got to work today, but he was disrupted by He Hongchuan's sudden visit, and he didn't think about it for a while. "Thank you Brother Yuan and the Municipal Bureau for your training. Without your support, I wouldn't be where I am today." After Cheng Hai's preparation yesterday, Tang Zhitong was not surprised by the news. First of all, he had been an advanced worker of the Municipal Bureau for two consecutive years. Secondly, and most importantly, he had just been interviewed this year.

Although it was a group reception, my photo was published in the newspaper and I was recognized by many people. This is both an honor and a qualification. It just depends on how to translate it.

"What nonsense! It's all due to your own hard work. It has nothing to do with me. The city will organize a meeting of advanced workers from all fronts in a while. You wait for the notice and be mentally prepared." Fang Yuan scolded Tang Zhitong with a smile, and the matter was over.

Hearing that Fang Yuan did not mention speaking at the meeting, Tang Zhitong felt relieved. As long as he was not picked to be the focus, he could just hold the meeting. It was no big deal. Maybe he could even save some food for the family.

Speaking of which, for such a big meeting, food should be provided, right? No one mentioned such an important matter...

If no one else said it, Tang Zhitong would be too embarrassed to bring it up, otherwise it would seem that he had low awareness and was unworthy of the word "advanced".

After chatting with Fang Yuan for a while, Tang Zhitong returned to the Finance Department with his holster on his back. The gunshots were all heard at the escort department, so there was no need to hide the fact that he was equipped with a Type 54 pistol in the unit.

"Chief, are you going to promote me and reuse me?" As a member of the escort department, Ma Wei knew a little about the conditions for escorts to be equipped with guns. Although there were many weapons in the escort department, they were all Type 54 and a half. In the past, only Fang Yuan was truly equipped with a Type , and now there is Tang Zhitong.

"No way! It's probably because of some special reasons, and the higher-ups are taking care of us." Tang Zhitong smiled and said nothing more. He took off the holster from his body and stuffed it into his bag.

Because of her original family, Ma Wei knew a little about "special reasons". After hearing what Tang Zhitong said, she tactfully shut up and didn't ask questions that she shouldn't ask.

Since I just worked overtime on Saturday to process documents, I am basically free today.

Tang Zhitong had been busy all day and had barely had a drink of water. He poured himself a glass of water and picked up the newspaper on the table to read.

I haven't paid much attention to the news for a while, and there have been a lot of updates.

As students from the Agricultural Machinery College and the Agricultural College went down, news came from some places that artificial rainfall had been successful.

It is now the time when wheat is heading, and a rain can greatly promote a good harvest. It is pleasing to see such news.

As for the international situation, things are always going on outside, while at home there is always verbal criticism and expressions of support to boost morale.

In recent years, almost all countries have been in turmoil, with various movements emerging one after another, and it is not yet time for people to feel at ease.

Tang Zhitong glanced at it a few times and continued reading. An instruction caught his attention. It required the whole country to quickly promote Wanrong County's experience in phonetic literacy and vigorously promote Mandarin among students, teachers, young workers, farmers, shop assistants, clerks, and military officers and soldiers. In order to accelerate literacy and reduce the learning burden of children, the existing Chinese characters must be simplified again, and the characters that are difficult to write, recognize, and remember, and those that are easy to write, recognize, and remember incorrectly must be gradually eliminated.

It is right to promote Mandarin, but Tang Zhitong chose to reserve his opinion on further simplifying Chinese characters. With the issuance of this instruction, it is estimated that a group of extremely simplified special Chinese characters will soon appear, which will accelerate the promotion to a certain extent, but will also artificially create a group of new characters.

Maybe this is the mark of the times.

After get off work, when Tang Zhitong returned home, Xiao Wang had not returned yet. He put his bag back in the side room before going to the main house.

Because of the special reason for carrying a gun, Tang Zhitong did not want to worry his family, so he planned to keep it secret from his family members other than classmate Xiao Wang for the time being.

"Mom, are you picking up sand?" Zhang Guifang was holding a winnowing basket full of white rice. Tang Zhitong saw his mother digging something out of it intently, so he asked.

The problem of sand being mixed into grain in other places had already appeared as early as last year. This was not necessarily done by the grain management department. It was possible that some grain store staff replaced grain with sand in order to fill their own stomachs and seek personal gain.

"There's not much sand, but there's oil." Zhang Guifang looked up at her son, then lowered her head and continued to pick the grain, complaining as she did so: "It's the same with the grain store. The rations are already reduced, but they're still using old grain to fool the people. How much is left after all the picking and choosing?"

Tang Zhitong knows Youzi, which is a Shandong dialect.

The scientific name of the oil bug is rice weevil, and it is also called rice bug, cricket, cowworm, borer, corn weevil, etc. It looks like a beetle and has a long nose. See the picture below for its specific appearance.

Tang Zhitong bent down and looked into the winnowing basket, as if he did not hear his mother's complaints. As his mother's fingers turned the rice, a few black little guys appeared. They lay motionless among the rice grains, trying to escape the fate of being eaten by pretending to be dead.

If this happened in front of a predator, they might be able to get away with it, but the person in front of them was Zhang Guifang, how could he be let off so easily?
Zhang Guifang gently picked up the rice elephant with two fingers, then placed it on the thumb nail, squeezed the two thumb nails inward, and with a "click", the rice elephant was sent to the west.

"Mom, did you buy this old rice specially?" Tang Zhitong asked as he straightened up.

Although rice weevils look disgusting, you don't have to pick them out. If you put them in your mouth with your eyes closed, they are also a good source of protein. But the family is not short of this food, so Zhang Guifang can pick them out if she likes.

"Is it necessary to go out of your way? I just want to buy good rice and there's none available. This is the only kind available in the grain store. Take it or leave it." Zhang Guifang looked up at her son again.

"Oh." Tang Zhitong nodded and said nothing more.

At present, the supply of Sijiu City has reached the point where old grain has to be used up. The quantitative "savings" that Zhang Xinping is worried about may come soon.

Tang Zhitong glanced at his mother who was busy picking rice weevils, opened his mouth, and wanted to tell her the news, but in the end he didn't say it.

Whether he said it or not, this kind of thing was bound to happen inevitably. Telling it would only make his mother cook a pot of rice with rice weevils. Tang Zhitong was not very happy to eat with his eyes closed.

However, faced with this situation, Tang Zhitong still did something.

Rice weevils not only exist in rice, but there is no food that they dislike. Tang Zhitong checked the corn in the large urn in the inner room and pulled all the rice weevils into the space.

When you go back to make a fire, you can throw these rice weevils in as fuel, giving them a chance to experience human enthusiasm.

(End of this chapter)