Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 173 172 Mouse
The teacher said: Come from the masses, go to the masses.

The working methods have been pointed out, and Tang Zhitong did not work behind closed doors. In the next few days, he continued to go to the front line to participate in labor and collect suggestions for improvement.

After a few days, Tang Zhitong had a good idea.

Fangyuan secured a lot of self-owned mail trucks for the Escort Division, but they were done as soon as they were brought in. There were no clear operating regulations, and everything depended on the consciousness of the escorts.

Tang Zhitong plans to standardize verification, registration, and handover procedures to achieve rapid classification and orderly stacking.

Regarding reducing the workload, most escorts have a unanimous opinion, that is, to put up airs.

Some wooden shelves are installed in the self-prepared mail truck to facilitate the stacking of mail parcels. As for how to distinguish the arrival and unloading of mail parcels, this is achieved by tying and hanging signboards.

This will not only improve labor efficiency and reduce the work burden of the escort, but also minimize the investment in improvement work.

Canvas and nylon bags are not cheap, but wood is relatively cheap and not easy to wear.

Tang Zhitong carefully sorted out the plan, and after checking that it was correct, he went to report to Fangyuan.

Taking into account Fangyuan's cultural level, Tang Zhitong finished his oral report and then explained it sentence by sentence with a written plan. Without it, the content of the written plan and the oral report were still somewhat different.

Can you say verbally that in order to reduce the burden on the escort, can you put it in a written plan like this? Definitely not! Doesn’t that mean being picky? Even the escorts understand this.

The reason must be lofty, in order to meet the people's growing needs for letter communication and parcel mailing, in order to improve turnover efficiency, shorten sorting time... and so on.

"Well done, I finally have some clues." After hearing this, Fangyuan patted Tang Zhitong on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"I learned from Brother Fang, went deep into the front line, and summarized all the opinions of the escorts." Tang Zhitong said modestly, refusing to take credit.

"It's just that the wood is too expensive. I don't know how much they can approve." Fangyuan tapped the calculation results of the last part of the plan with his fingers, feeling a little at a loss.

"Hey, let's bargain, there is moisture in it." Tang Zhitong chuckled and lowered his voice to Fang Yuan.

Every unit has a budget for updating equipment, and there is no such thing as "if you can't spend it all this year, you won't allocate money next year." In general, the overall budget is limited, and there are many departments that need money. There is a way to get it, and there is milk for a crying child.

Lu Xun once said: Chinese people always like to reconcile and compromise. In this case, Tang Zhitong boldly predicted the above prediction in advance, and the rest was only as much as Fangyuan could win.

"How much water is this?" Fangyuan was interested when he heard it. He didn't care whether it was deception or not. He cared about reputation and whether he could completely control the escort department.

"A [-]% discount should be enough." Tang Zhitong calculated and gave Fangyuan a real figure.

"Good guy, you are brave enough. The water is almost enough to water the ground." Fangyuan was dumbfounded. She thought it would be great to have [-]% water, but she didn't expect that it was almost half. "I'm not thinking about it. I'm just going to clean up the canteen. The guys in our canteen all moved in from the front door, right? Look at those tables and chairs that are older than me. There are bricks under the table legs and chairs. Many of them only had three and a half legs, and they would stumble if they were not careful. Not only did they waste food, but they also hurt their bodies and delayed their work. What should we do?" Tang Zhitong really had no selfish motives when doing this. He was completely For the sake of all colleagues in the Escort Department.

"You're right. I want to improve the dining conditions in the canteen after I come here. It said there is no budget for this, so let's overcome it." A helpless smile appeared on Fangyuan's face. Now is not an era that pays attention to enjoyment. In this regard Really can't take it into consideration.

"That's right. After the budget is approved, there will always be some leftover bits and pieces, right? Let's use these bits and pieces to repair the tables and chairs in the canteen, but it's not excessive, right? It's better than burning it as firewood, right?" Tang Zhitong nodded. echoed.

"Okay, I'm going to run away from this. Damn it, if you don't criticize me, I won't come back!" Fang Yuan pounded the table, very determined.

"Brother Yuan, I'm leaving first. The mice in the house are almost becoming spirits. I have to go back and compete with the mice." After the matter was settled, Tang Zhitong proposed to leave.

The beer mixed with sixty-six powder was very smooth for the flies. Probably the flies have never seen such a delicious drink. They rubbed their hands and faces and caught Hu Zhihaisei. As smooth as the drinking was, the death was as smooth as possible. It was overachieved and completed successfully. Fengzhen and Fengzhi handed over the tasks.

But it encountered a waterloo when it came to eradicating rats. Zhang Guifang kept blaming herself: "Your Aunt Ma said, 'Prepare food for Mr.', but I shouldn't have said mix in rat poison. The rat heard it and stopped eating it."

"Mom, I don't blame you. If there are eggs to eat, which mouse would eat sorghum rice?" Nowadays, the cultural level of the people is low. Even if the authorities prohibit it, there are not a few people who secretly believe this, but Tang Zhitong does not believe this statement.

She raised chickens at home, and she had been feeding them regularly recently, but her eggs were becoming increasingly rare. Finally, one day, Zhang Guifang discovered that mice were stealing eggs!
The Tang family's mice are so bold and have historical origins.

There is a saying in Sijiu City: "When a rat crosses the street, everyone shouts to beat it." However, there is a place in Sijiu City where rats are not hunted, and rats are even regarded as gods. This place is called "Mentougou".

In the old days, rats were worshiped as "kiln gods" in hundreds of coal mines in Mentougou. Coal diggers never hunted rats or raised cats.

Rats have very sensitive senses of hearing and smell, and can often detect signs of disasters such as roof collapse, landslides, water leakage, excessive gas or explosions in underground mines. Once there is danger, they will flee for their lives in a hurry.

Experienced coal miners can predict that a disaster is about to happen if they find that mice underground are running around uncharacteristically, especially if they see a big mouse running around with a small mouse in its mouth. Evacuate immediately at this time to avoid disaster.

In the early years, Tang's father went down the well and avoided several disasters by observing rats, so Grandma Tang specially told the family not to be disrespectful to the "Kiln God". They even specially "invited" the "statue" of the "Kiln God" to hang in their home for worship.

Tang Zhitong saw it when he was a child. The statue of the statue is a woodblock New Year picture, printed with a vivid big mouse wearing armor and a hat. Above the mouse is written: The position of the kiln god; on the left and right is a couplet: It's good to go to the kiln, and it's safe to go down the well.

Now that Grandma Tang and Father Tang are gone, if these mice don't act like monsters, Tang Zhitong wouldn't mind living with them like this, but now they are stealing eggs!
My uncle can tolerate grandma's legs, but my aunt can't!

do it!

Tang Zhitong found many wooden sticks and smashed them into the mouse holes one by one to prevent the mice from running out. Then he took a kettle, pulled out a wooden stick, and used the kettle as a cover to continuously fill the space with spring water. Go in.

These mice can be regarded as a blessing. They drank freely from the spring water praised by Aisin Gioro Psoriasis. One by one, their heads popped up, and then they were trampled to death by Tang Zhitong. The life of the mice was complete!
(End of this chapter)