Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 137 136 Persuasion
In the next few days, Tang Zhitong banged six rabbits every day before going out. Looking at the fewer and fewer rabbits in the rabbit pen, Zhang Guifang didn't even frown. Tang Zhitong silently praised her in his heart. Maybe This is mother.

Since he agreed with Division Su to help promote the Publicity Section, Tang Zhitong had no intention of being lazy. Apart from target practice, he spent the rest of his working days going to other branches for inspection and guidance.

During this period, Tang Zhitong went to Su Chu's house to "report" again. This time there was no wine and only two rabbits.

Wang Jingwen also brought back the manuscript fees handed over by colleagues. Although the manuscripts were published gradually, Editor-in-Chief Gong would come and take care of them. As long as they arrived on the day of the announcement, all submissions about promoting postal codes would be accepted and the manuscript fees would be paid.

The addresses of Tang Zhitong's own popular science articles were all kept in the Escort Department.

It was another target shooting day, and Tang Zhitong came to the escort department.

"Here, your letter. What have you been doing these days? So many letters?" Fangyuan saw Tang Zhitong coming, opened the drawer, took out a stack of letters, and handed it to him.

"Aren't I helping the Publicity Department with promotions these days? I submitted some manuscripts along the way. Unexpectedly, quite a few were accepted. I guess it's the fee I sent." Tang Zhitong didn't open the letter, but just looked at it one by one. recipient information.

In addition to the newspaper, there was also a letter from Wu Haiyang.

Tang Zhitong opened the letter, good guy, there was money stuffed inside. It seemed that Brother Yang took it out and mailed it to himself.

"If you don't tell me, I have forgotten that the person you asked me to help you last time also wrote to me. I just took out the money yesterday. No wonder people say that pens are very popular. Good guy, one submission costs more than ten yuan. , both of them are almost thirty." Fangyuan patted his head, took out the key, opened another drawer, took out a wad of money and handed it to Tang Zhitong.

"Brother Yuan, this is submitted by you and your sister-in-law. This is your and sister-in-law's royalties." Tang Zhitong pushed Fang Yuan's hand back and refused to take it. The hint in his words was very clear.

"You idiot, I can't even recognize all the words, and your sister-in-law is so blind that you want to submit a stupid manuscript? Stop playing this trick with me." Fangyuan and her husband glared, and they pulled Tang Zhitong over and stuffed it directly into his pocket. inside.

"Okay, let's see later." Tang Zhitong stopped refusing and did not take out the money.

This bribe depends on how you give it and who you give it to. Fangyuan doesn't like this, but Su Chu often praises the delicious rabbit in front of Tang Zhitong. Well, he will give it to him for a while...

"You, alas..." Fang Yuan pointed at Tang Zhitong, shook his head, and did not finish his words.

Tang Zhitong could probably guess what Fangyuan meant, maybe because he didn't like sugar-coated bullets.

Tang Zhitong actually didn't want to do this. Who would want to do this?
Nowadays, people are simple, and those who accept are honest, and they will accept after they get it done; gradually it will change to accept and then do it; then it will turn into accepting less and not doing anything; finally, not doing things, and making trouble if they don't give...

"Let's go, target practice, take care of you." Fangyuan didn't accuse Tang Zhitong, but it didn't mean that he was not angry.

At the shooting range, Fangyuan kept his word and really took care of Tang Zhitong. Today he practiced standing shooting, hanging bricks...

At the end of the day, Tang Zhitong's arms gained weight.

Back at the Escort Department, Fangyuan didn't let go of Tang Zhitong and pulled him into the office.

"Roll up your sleeves and I'll rub them for you." Fangyuan turned his back to Tang Zhitong and took out a bottle of safflower oil from the cabinet. After getting it, he turned around and ordered.

"Brother Yuan, no need. I'll just go home and apply a hot compress." Tang Zhitong waved his arms awkwardly.

"Sit tight and don't move!" Fangyuan pushed Tang Zhitong down on the chair, helped him roll up his sleeves, poured safflower oil into his palms and rubbed them to warm them, and then began to rub Tang Zhitong's arms.

Tang Zhitong gritted his teeth and remained silent. This feeling was similar to that of torture. Rather than letting Fangyuan do the massage, Tang Zhitong wanted to find a skilled technician to do it for him, the 298 type.

The two of them remained silent, one rubbed hard and the other endured it with all his strength. The sweat on Tang Zhitong's forehead never stopped.

"You are very tolerant, you are such a man!" After rubbing his arms for a long time, Fangyuan didn't mind the oil on his hands, took out a cigarette and threw the cigarette case to Tang Zhitong.After Tang Zhitong pinched out a cigarette, Fangyuan struck a match, lit it for Tang Zhitong, lit it himself, took a puff, and said dullly: "You will be a college student soon, and you will be a cadre when you come out, with a bright future. Stop engaging in crooked ways."

"Brother Yuan, thank you!" After hearing this, Tang Zhitong looked at Fangyuan and thanked him sincerely.

"Thank you, you are such a good seedling. I hope you can walk steadily and far! I don't want you to stumble." Fangyuan glared at Tang Zhitong and said.

"Brother Yuan, don't worry, I know it well. I will definitely go far and steadily. I still think about sitting with Brother Yuan to smoke and drink together when I am seventy or eighty years old." Tang Zhitong's words were slightly ridiculing, but he was extremely sincere and showed no pretense.

"That's a good relationship." Fangyuan patted Tang Zhitong's arm and opened his mouth to speak, but in the end he just said: "Go back quickly and rest early."

After Tang Zhitong left, Fangyuan stood at the door, pinching his waist with his left hand and holding a cigarette in his right hand, looking at the setting sun, which was like blood, for a long time...

Tang Zhitong was riding his bicycle and took a look at the wasteland that had been reclaimed a while ago. The pumpkins were already showing signs of harvesting. In a few months, the escort department would have pumpkins to eat.

Tang Zhitong admires Fangyuan's principles of conduct from the bottom of his heart, but everyone has selfish motives...

Huang Chao, a salt merchant, was also a poet.

After my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers will be killed, and the city will be covered with golden armor.If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.So proud!
After conquering Chang'an, Huang Chao opened a warehouse to distribute grain and provide relief to the people. At the same time, he killed many high-ranking officials, dignitaries, landlords, and wealthy gentry.

But, how do we write about him in the history books?

They captured people and ate them, killing thousands every day and hundreds of giant mortars. They took the people alive and crushed them in a mortar, then put their bones together and ate them.

Pooh!Even black people don’t know how to be black! To "give birth to a human being", when you kill a pig, you still take out the sewer water and smash the bones with the feces and urine. Is the taste right?how to eat?
Who has the right to speak?

After thinking about what he had found along the way, when he got home, Tang Zhitong saw the rabbit and advised Zhang Guifang: "Mom, should we sell the rabbit?"

"It's well raised. Didn't I say you'd sell it before school starts? Are you going to sell it now?" Zhang Guifang was a little reluctant to give up when her son asked.

"Mom, it has been decided that next month everyone with a regular job will have their rations reduced. I will lose two pounds and Jingwen will lose one pound. Meat tickets will also be reduced accordingly. We have too many rabbits, which are too eye-catching for me and Jingwen's influence is not good." Tang Zhitong said to Zhang Guifang.

"Then...sell it. However, the market is gone. Aren't the higher-ups not allowed to buy and sell?" Zhang Guifang agreed after hearing that it would have a bad impact on her son and daughter-in-law, but she still had some doubts.

"I'll go back and ask the canteen to see if they can accept it. It shouldn't be a big problem." Tang Zhitong started talking nonsense.

"Then the big rabbit can be made, but what about the little rabbit?" Tang Zhitong had already lost half of the big rabbit at home, and most of the remaining rabbits were small rabbits. They didn't have much meat, and it was hard to sell them at a high price.

"I'll trade them with my colleagues for eggs. When I get them back, you can pickle them and we'll eat them slowly." Tang Zhitong had an idea. He had a lot of eggs in his space, and it was time to use them to subsidize his family!

"Okay, let's deal with it. Fill the hole and grow some vegetables." Zhang Guifang accepted Tang Zhitong's statement and came up with the idea of ​​a rabbit trap.

Tang Zhitong originally planned to deal with the rabbit neatly before school started, but the actual situation he saw was beyond his expectation...

There are only about forty days left before the Dragon Boat Festival. During this year's Dragon Boat Festival, a famous demographer will feel very disappointed because he did not buy any chicken. He said: In his 78 years of life, this is the first time he has not celebrated the Dragon Boat Festival.

His family was Tang Zhitong's weakness. Tang Zhitong didn't want to put his family at foreseeable risks because of a few rabbits, so he finally decided to get rid of the rabbits as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)