Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 178: The big lazy makes the little lazy

Wang Qingsong expressed his thoughts when he saw this.

This was also the solution he could think of during this period.

"Third Grandpa, please open the certificates of all the people in the village, and then give them to me, and I will get them for you. My goal is smaller. But one thing is, no one can know that I did this.

The soybeans are back. If anyone asks, you can't say that I did it even if you say you stole it yourself. If you agree, I'll help you find someone to ask. If you can't agree, forget it. "

What do you say about Zhao Datian?

I do like to get along with each other when something happens in the village, but he is still a nice person.

In the first year, I was really caught off guard.

But during the autumn harvest the next year, he felt something was wrong with the harvest. He was more cautious and under-reported some grain, and put the extra grain in the warehouse together with the grain seeds.

If you can't hold on anymore, take it out secretly.

As a result, when the commune set up a cover-up, the village officer sent by the commune discovered it.

In the end, Zhao Datian could only hide away on the grounds that the accounting report was wrong, but he was still criticized by the commune.

When I look at growing food, I worry that the food is not being grown as required.

Once you help, something may happen.

Because farming is busy every year, cadres from the commune will come to the village to supervise the entire process of harvesting and planting grain.

Zhao Datian looked at him suspiciously.

Wang Qingsong rolled his eyes.

When watching the grain harvest, I am naturally worried that the quantity is wrong.

When Zhao Datian heard this, his eyes lit up: "As long as you get something, even if I get killed, I won't tell you that you did it."

Is it that serious?

But he was weighing it in his mind.

no way.

He didn't say anything at first, but later he revealed it when he went to the grain station to hand over grain.

There has to be a model.

The officer was also a thoughtful person. The villagers did not disclose the information, but he discovered it.

At this time he had already thought of a way.

Just like him now, he wanted to help but couldn't.

"Really?"

Then he thought of something and his eyes lit up: "Captain, you go get the money, and the two of us will go to the city early tomorrow morning. I will introduce you to someone from the hospital. As for who that person is, I can't say."

Then asked: "How do you do it?"

As for the accountant, if the food was handed in as required, there would naturally be no big deal.

At this time he could understand Zhao Datian's feelings.

But every year during the busy farming season, the village officers would pay special attention to their production teams, so the nearby production teams were the worst off.

"Don't worry!"

Wang Qingsong promised.

After hearing this, Zhao Datian thought about it for a while, finally nodded and decided to believe it.

Anyway, the trip will be in vain at worst.

The situation in this village made him too upset.

Then he murmured there: "If I had known that when the public rations were set, I wouldn't have signed a "death contract", and it wouldn't have been like this if I had a "work contract"."

When Wang Qingsong heard this, he nodded slightly: There were two methods of paying public grain that were proposed at that time. One was to pay the public grain on a fixed basis, that is, to pay the public grain in a fixed amount. The number was determined based on the output of previous years. The people who had more could keep it for themselves, and those who had less could be replenished. superior. It will be implemented for three years.

The other option is to work on a lump sum basis, which is the same as before, based on the actual harvest output ratio.

Both of these must be agreed upon by the villagers themselves.

Back then... I was high-spirited... full of confidence...

They all chose to die.

result……

Fortunately, it will be over after the summer harvest this year and we can resume the previous method.

Because this year’s summer harvest was planted last year, it is counted as last year.

Withdrawing his thoughts, he said to Zhao Datian: "Captain, go get the money! Go to the city by yourself tomorrow morning. Don't go too early. I won't be able to get up. Wait for me at the gate of Baitasi Hospital. Remember to bring your certificate. Ah! Whatever you do, just don’t mention me."

Hearing this, Zhao Datian nodded and prepared to get money.

Then he came back with his mouth wide open: "No...then I'm not allowed to write nearly three hundred certificates?"

"Ang...yes!" Wang Qingsong nodded.

"You kid, write it for me! You're a cultural person."

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong said helplessly: "Captain, this handwriting is different! What if the secret is revealed?"

These words made Zhao Datian confused for a while.

"Mom, what bad idea did you come up with?"

Then he left angrily.

He knew that Wang Qingsong didn't want to get involved.

Watching the other party leave, Wang Qingsong smiled. It wasn't that he didn't help, but that he had his own ideas.

He looked away, took out some noodles and started cooking.

……

Zhao Datian returned home with a flashlight.

"Dad, what are you doing here? You ran out so many times this afternoon."

Zhao Datian's son Zhao Qiguang asked him.

Hearing this, Zhao Datian entered the room, took out a thick stack of letter paper and said: "I will write a pattern, and you can copy it yourself. Make sixty copies for me."

Then I started writing there.

No one had a certificate, but five people wrote one.

Anyway, the last time Wang Qingsong went to the city, a few people drove together. It makes no sense that others can do it, but the people in the village can't.

I don’t know if Wang Qingsong is reliable.

Zhao Qiguang felt strange for a while as he watched his father write.

"Dad, why are you writing this? Qingli and the others are going to see a doctor? When will it happen?"

Zhao Datian glared at him: "Why do you care so much! Just write it if you are told, and don't let anyone know. You go to the team committee to write it for me. Write the name according to the people in the village, don't miss it. "

He was shocked when he heard that he was going to write about the whole village: "Dad, what are you doing! Writing so much?"

After Zhao Datian finished writing, he gave him the form: "Write as you are told. Where did all this nonsense come from! Go quickly. Tell your wife that you are going out with me. Don't let anyone know."

By the way, I gave him a pile of stationery with commune letterhead.

Zhao Qiguang felt helpless for a while after hearing this.

Dad spoke, and he could only listen.

He went over to tell his wife that he was going out with his father, and then followed Zhao Datian out.

"I have something to do when I go out, so don't let anyone see it when you write to me, do you hear me?"

Then he explained again and left the village, heading towards the brigade.

Zhao Qiguang watched his father leave and muttered: The big lazy makes the little lazy.

Although I didn’t know what my father was doing, he still went to the team committee to copy his homework.

Damn, how many years have you not touched a pen?

Why did the old man suddenly think of doing this? He has a headache.

…………

Wang Qingsong ate the meal and washed the dishes. After the two of them washed up, they got into the warm bed.

Then I discussed it with my little sister: "Little sister, I have something to do tomorrow. Can I let my brother go out alone?"

Tomorrow I'm going to find Xiaocai Fan, I'm going to find Zhang Yuan, and I have to help the captain get something. It's really inconvenient to take the little girl with me.

Hearing this, the younger sister made a thinking gesture.

Finally, he nodded, agreed, and said with a pout, "Okay! Anyway, brother, you will go to school in the future, and I will have to be at home alone."

Wang Qingsong sighed after hearing this.

But since he has decided to go to the city, he will definitely take his little sister with him.

If he goes to the city and his little sister is unable to take care of herself, she can go to him or go to school there.

It’s just that I don’t have a permanent residence in the city and I don’t have a ration.

As long as the village and street issue a certificate, it will be fine.

This is what he has heard before. He doesn't know the details or whether it has changed. He will go to the city to find out when the time comes.

(End of this chapter)