Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 260 Chapter 259 Street

The relationship between people is actually not difficult to get along with. To put it bluntly, most of it is a relationship of interest.

Before Tang Zhitong came here, he worked for the capitalists. Any colleagues who were successful in the company were well-rounded and knew how to cause trouble.

For example, for the same reimbursement, some people get the green light all the way, and some people call back multiple times. Either the invoice is posted in the wrong position, or the invoice is posted in the wrong order.

The finance staff can correct very small flaws easily, but the question is why can the finance staff correct some people but not others?

This involves some small operations. Some people will order milk tea, give a small snack, etc. at the right opportunity, while some people will just throw the ticket in that direction.

Only by being convenient to others can you be convenient to yourself. No one can guarantee that he will not ask for help from others in this life.

Tang Zhitong confiscated the money, but pushed the money on the counter over and handed it to Mr. Chen: "I would like to lend you a kind word. I don't have any ink pads yet. I won't bother you about it. Please recommend one."

"Haha, let's take this one. This one is bright, durable, and doesn't change color." Mr. Chen has lived for a long time, what battle has he never seen? Although he didn't know Tang Zhitong at all, he knew that this was a disguised way of thanking him, so he picked out an ink pad in a wooden box from the counter.

"Okay, how much is the difference? I'll replenish it for you." Tang Zhitong took the wooden box and took out the money again without any intention of opening it.

"These are enough. You can come to me again if you have a seal stone in the future. My surname is Chen." Mr. Chen waved his hand towards Tang Zhitong and put the money on the counter into the money box.

"Okay, Mr. Chen, see you later." Tang Zhitong packed the wooden box and waved goodbye to Mr. Chen.

If he hadn't seen the margins on the seals of both parties, Tang Zhitong would not have spent any more money on ink pads.

Now that I know that I am in front of a famous seal carver, I naturally want to form a good relationship, and later I can figure out how to use the field yellow, so I can talk to Mr. Chen.

After arriving home, classmate Xiao Wang had not returned yet. Tang Zhitong put the seal box and ink pad on his desk, gave Zhang Guifang part of his salary, and then went to the water station to fetch water.

Although there is water in Tang Zhitong’s space, he cannot fill it directly into the water tank. He has to choose what to do, otherwise he cannot explain the source of the water to Zhang Guifang.

"Uncle Zhu, when will the water stamps be put into practice?" When Tang Zhitong picked up the second load, he saw no one around and read rice seedlings with Uncle Zhu.

"Pull him down, others are messing with Huang." Uncle Zhu shook his head and said to Tang Zhitong.

"Why did a good thing that benefits the country and the people go to waste?" Tang Zhitong was a little surprised. Last time he said he would implement it immediately, but he changed his mind just a few days ago?

"Hey, don't mention it. I heard that someone wrote a letter of report, saying that water stamps are like buying 'water tags' before liberation, which is backwards. The water plant does not want to bear this infamy, so it simply forgets it." Uncle Zhu was a little annoyed. , as if he had just said marriage and made a decision, but ended up entering the bridal chamber with someone else the next day.

"Isn't this nonsense? How much was the water brand before? How much is it now? How can there be such a comparison?" Tang Zhitong was dumbfounded.

Shuipai is a collective name for the old four and nine cities.

The small blackboard or menu in the restaurant with today's dishes written on it is called Shuipai'er; the rectangular red banner decorated with red cloth strips hanging under the dripping eaves outside the pastry shop is called Shuipai'er; the one at the entrance of the opera house with the names of recent plays and actors is written on it. The wooden board is called Shuipai'er; the bamboo brand issued by water merchants about four inches long and half an inch wide with a unique brand is also called Shuipai'er.

"Who says it's not? But someone said that in the past, Shui San'er had to deliver water to his home. Now he carries the water by himself. It's cheap as a matter of course." Uncle Zhu squinted his remaining eyes and complained.

"Hey, only the rich can afford Shui San'er. Most of us here used to suffer from water shortages." Tang Zhitong was no stranger to Shui San'er. He was a kind of Liben, transporting water for merchants and responsible for picking up water. Most of the people who sell water or water from push carts are from Shandong Province. Father Tang did this when he first came to Sijiu City. "Those people won't tell you this. Let's talk about the one who picked on your housework a few days ago. Do you think it's unfair to share it equally? She still doesn't agree to the water stamp, doesn't it mean that she has more water at home? This kind of person, huh! "Uncle Zhu spoke out from his nostrils, looking down on Mrs. Liu and Zhang very much.

"Hey, this kind of person will not be welcomed when an old bird flies onto a pig's butt." Tang Zhitong also looked down upon Liu Zhang's character. If water stamps didn't work this time, he would wait for the opportunity to start elsewhere.

"Who says it's not?" Uncle Zhu agreed.

It's hitting the streets! Throwing the streets~~here~~! "As soon as Uncle Zhu finished speaking, he heard someone shouting loudly on the street.

"Okay, Uncle Zhu, that's it for today. I'll see you later." Tang Zhitong picked up the burden and said goodbye to Old Zhu.

"Let's go, let's go, it's time to hit the streets." Uncle Zhu said and stood up, holding the pony to move around.

Splashing on the street is a way to prevent heatstroke and cool down that has become popular in Sijiucheng in recent years after tap water became popular.

Most of them are organized by the streets. On hot afternoons, street workers hold up a trumpet-shaped microphone made of iron sheets and shout in alleys. Then adults and children from every household carry basins and buckets to line up at the water station. After catching the water, it was like celebrating the Water Splashing Festival, and the road in front of my house was wetted.

No, it's hot today, so the streets are reminded of this problem again.

The effect of this physical cooling method is quite obvious.

It is estimated that after dinner, the adults will all hold big cattail fans, move a small bench, and sit under the street lamp to chat.

Tang Zhitong didn't pour the load of water he picked into the water tank. Instead, he took the ladle and poured it all in front of his door.

An event like this can only be organized when water bills are shared evenly. If it were charged by ticket, most people would probably have to endure the heat...

After dinner, Zhang Guifang went out to enjoy the cool air. Xiao Wang and her two sisters-in-law were doing homework in the room. Tang Zhitong still turned on the electric light to attract insects to feed the chickens, and took some small fish and shrimps from the space to give the chickens a "supplement".

After checking the homework, Wang Jingwen returned to the wing and played with the two seals.

"Do you like it?" Tang Zhitong washed his hands and asked.

"Yes, I like it!" Xiao Wang not only showed dimples on his face, but also showed joy in his autumn eyes. He came forward and took the initiative to give her husband a sweet kiss.

"As long as you like it, do you want to try it?" Tang Zhitong asked, pointing to the unused ink pad on the table.

"Okay!" Xiao Wang happily put down the seal and opened the small wooden box.

"It's quite beautiful, but the proportions of flowers and birds don't match well." Tang Zhitong came up and took a look. Inside the wooden box was a small porcelain ink pad, with a huge flower painted on the lid and a bird squatting on the branch. .

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is called Wealth and Baldness. Didn't you choose it?" Xiao Wang's face showed surprise. Wealth and Baldness, what a good meaning, but when he heard Tang Zhitong's words, he was a little overjoyed.

(End of this chapter)