Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 441
On November 11, the weather was a little warmer. When Tang Zhitong went out in the morning, he saw Grandpa Zhu at the water station already wearing his old cotton trousers.

At present, industrial equipment in New China is far from being as popular as it will be in a few decades. There are probably less than 10,000 gasoline-powered cars. Greenhouse gases and greenhouse effects are almost non-existent. It is very cold in winter, so people's winter clothes are generally thicker.

Old cotton trousers are the first choice for people, especially the elderly, to keep warm in winter.

They are usually black, fat and thick, with the legs tied.

Old Mrs. Tang once wore this kind of cotton pants.

In the early years, there was a rumor that came from nowhere, saying that old women who wore this kind of cotton trousers would steal things. If they stole rice, they would put it into their trouser pockets along the waistband of their trousers, and the rice would just fall into the tied trouser legs.

Before liberation, the cities of Beijing were either controlled by warlords or occupied by the Japanese invaders, and food was always in short supply.

Old Mrs. Tang used to be a maid, or a nanny, and had been suspected in this way by her employer.

After returning home, I secretly wiped away my tears, saying that the master did not treat me as a human being, but I still had to go the next day, just like a cow or horse that didn't want to go to work.

Of course, this is all what Tang Zhitong heard from Zhang Guifang.

Later, the old lady supported liberation, as if someone had made the decision for her, and the leaders of the gang started to speak politely.

Someone was glad that there was no rebel after the three years. Tang Zhitong sometimes thought that the reason why there was no rebel might be that the people were used to famine. Was there any year without famine before liberation?

During lunch, the dormitory manager knocked on the door of dormitory 219.

"Who's Tang Zhitong?"

"Uncle, it's me." Tang Zhitong put down the steamed bread in his hand, stood up and replied.

"Oh, it's you. Someone named Fang Yuan called you and asked you to come over this afternoon." The dormitory manager recognized Tang Zhitong. It was not common for someone in college to give you a cigarette just by calling you.

"Okay, thank you uncle." Tang Zhitong didn't wait for the uncle to speak. He walked towards the dormitory door while taking out cigarettes. After lighting the cigarette for the uncle, he took out five cents and handed it to him.

"Please continue eating." The old man took the money while smoking a cigarette and left happily.

"Hey, Teacher Tang, I have to call you Section Chief Tang from now on, right?" Luo Zhiping naturally knew who Fang Yuan was. Currently, one thing that everyone in the Municipal Bureau was concerned about was promotion, which had been approved a few days ago.

"Squad leader, we haven't even started yet, so don't yell for me." Tang Zhitong quickly took out a cigarette to cover the kid's mouth. He was a little older than himself, but he was not steady in his work.

"Oh, Teacher Tang, are we going to be promoted?" After hearing what Luo Zhiping said, the other students also became interested, especially the ones who were commissioned to work, because they knew the ins and outs of the matter very well.

"College students are cadres anyway." Tang Zhitong neither denied nor admitted it, he just tried to evade the question.

College students not only have the status of cadres now, but decades later, as long as they graduate successfully, they will still have the status of cadres. However, most of them work like slaves for capitalists, which is ridiculous.

"Hey, why are you hiding such a good thing? What's the matter? Are you afraid that we will ask you to treat us to a meal?"

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile. If someone with ulterior motives hears it, they'd think I'm getting cocky." Tang Zhitong had no choice but to smoke the cigarettes one by one.

The word “尾巴” is very interesting. In some places it is pronounced as weiba, and in other places it is pronounced as yiba. But no matter which one it is, it means the same thing and the listener can understand it.

"Teacher Tang is right, keep a low profile, keep a low profile. Teacher Tang, when the document comes down and you become Section Chief Tang, we will celebrate for you." Lu Jian also cheered on the side.

Lu Jian thought very clearly. He was already so old and had just become a section chief, while Tang Zhitong was only 20 years old and lived in a prosperous city with a bright future. If he did not seize the opportunity now, then he would have sat in the office for the past few years in vain.

"Okay, then wait until the documents come down and I'll host a party for everyone." Since Lu Jian had said this, Tang Zhitong no longer shirked his responsibility.

"Hey~ Don't spend too much money. Everyone can just go to the cafeteria and get some dishes. I still have some wine." Lu Jian tried to set the tone for the next dinner party.

"Then I have to prepare some delicious dishes as well." Tang Zhitong responded happily.

The reason why Tang Zhitong dared to give in before the announcement was that these days once something is announced it is announced and there is no such thing as a public announcement period.

If there is a public announcement period, such things must never be admitted, and you must not eat and drink beforehand, as you may be accused of being cocky. Many people have failed because of carelessness, and this is a bloody lesson.

Teacher Zhou lived in the staff dormitory on the south side of the college and went home for lunch, so Tang Zhitong did not rush to the escort department immediately. Instead, he waited until after class to ask Teacher Zhou for leave.

"Are you asking for leave again? Is the cellar at home not cleaned up yet?" Teacher Zhou stopped what he was doing and looked up to ask when Tang Zhitong just opened his mouth to ask for leave.

"No, Corey had something to do, so he called me and asked me to go back." Tang Zhitong replied.

"Oh, go ahead, and be careful on the road." Since it was something important at work, Teacher Zhou didn't ask any more questions and just nodded in approval.

After thanking Teacher Zhou, Tang Zhitong went downstairs, got on his bike and headed straight for the escort department.

The riding speed was not fast because the road was full of snow and water.

At this moment, Tang Zhitong misses the days decades ago when, whenever there was heavy snow, sanitation workers would clean up the snow early and pile it up on the roadside to melt slowly. Even if it was frozen and could not be cleaned, they would sprinkle industrial salt on it.

After seeing Tang Zhitong, Fang Yuan's face was full of smiles. He stood up and passed out cigarettes: "Chief Tang, come and have a cigarette."

"Hey~ Thank you, Mr. Fang, for the cigarette." Tang Zhitong took the cigarette with both hands, with a smug smile on his face, and changed his words of address.

"Hey, why do I feel uncomfortable when you smile like that?" Fang Yuan waved his hand in disgust.

"Hey, come on, let me light a cigarette for Brother Yuan." Tang Zhitong took out a match, struck it, and a flame popped out.

There are two kinds of matches these days: one is the ordinary match with a black head; the other is the safety match with a red head. It is said that there are safety matches of other colors, but Tang Zhitong has never seen them.

"The appointment notice has come down. From now on, you will be the deputy section chief of our Escort Section. No, you will be the deputy section chief of the Finance Section of the Escort Department. Since there is no section chief, you will act as the section chief." Fang Yuan took a puff of cigarette, handed Tang Zhitong a new work permit, and announced.

"Hehe, I saw it before I came in. It was posted on the wall. Do I have to hand this one back?" Tang Zhitong took out the escort's work ID and handed it to Fang Yuan.

Deputy section chief! Tang Zhitong was delighted to hear that. A goal that ordinary people might not be able to achieve in five years, he achieved it within one year of joining the work. As long as he doesn't make any mistakes in the future, well, he will be able to bring blessings to future generations.

"Give it to me. After the promotion, the escort department will inevitably have more work to do. Considering that you are being commissioned, you probably won't have much energy to take care of the specific financial work, so I've assigned a young girl to the Finance Department. The girl's name is Ma Wei. She used to work in the Finance Department of the Municipal Bureau. She's an expert in all aspects." Fang Yuan took Tang Zhitong's old work permit, threw it into the drawer, and continued.

"Oh, thank you, Brother Yuan, you're so thoughtful." Tang Zhitong picked up the new work permit and said with gratitude. If the two were not familiar with each other, he would have to flatter him and show his loyalty.

"Hey, originally you were supposed to be a commander without troops. We harvested the cabbages a few days ago, and I gave two to our old leader. He is very satisfied with our self-reliance and is interested in promoting melon and vegetable planting to a certain extent. He even asked about you specifically. So the Municipal Bureau has assigned someone to you." Fang Yuan explained the cause and effect with a smile.

After hearing this, Tang Zhitong didn't believe that a big shot would think about a small character like himself, but Fang Yuan would definitely not joke about such a thing. It must be that Fang Yuan had given the hint to his old leader, so he brought it up.

However, Tang Zhitong certainly couldn't thank Fangyuan's leader, after all, they had never met and had a poor relationship, and he couldn't say he didn't believe it, otherwise he would be suspected of denying Fangyuan and its leader. However, it was beyond Tang Zhitong's expectation that Fangyuan's old leader would have the idea of ​​promoting melon and vegetable planting. Isn't this the prototype of the melon and vegetable generation?

According to established history, the vegetable substitute will not be proposed until next autumn, but if someone pushes it one day earlier, many people can have more to eat.

This is a good policy that was implemented out of desperation, but it may be labeled as "pessimistic and negative". However, this is not something Tang Zhitong should consider. He should believe in the wisdom of the old leader Fangyuan.

No matter what, Tang Zhitong is happy to see the early promotion of melon and vegetable growing.

All kinds of complicated thoughts flashed through his mind, and Tang Zhitong immediately expressed his opinion: "Brother Yuan, I won't say anything. If there is wine, I will toast you three cups. From now on, if Brother Yuan tells me to go east, I will never go west; if he tells me to catch a dog, I will never chase a chicken."

"You're too kind. I really have high hopes for you." Fang Yuan patted Tang Zhitong's shoulder, speaking with a bit more earnestness.

"Then I will perform well and not let Brother Yuan down." Tang Zhitong did not mention anything about cultivation or not, otherwise it would be like being in the system of the transport captain.

"From today on, your status is different. Now supplies in all aspects are tight, and there is an unwritten requirement from above that cadres cannot go to restaurants. You must pay attention to the impact." Fang Yuan nodded with satisfaction and gave another reminder.

"Okay, I'm a cook myself. I can cook whatever you want at home and don't spend that money." Tang Zhitong agreed, indicating that there was no need for him to go to a restaurant.

"Well, in two days, the escort department will be hiring new people. Then there's the postal code promotion assessment. You should go to the escort department more often and help me sort things out." Fang Yuan spoke again, making a subtle request.

"Okay, Brother Yuan, don't worry, I will ask for leave from the school when the time comes." Tang Zhitong agreed immediately.

"Come on, I'll take you to the Finance Department to meet Ma Wei." After saying everything that needed to be said, Fang Yuan stood up and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"Okay." Tang Zhitong had no objection. From now on, he would have soldiers under his command.

However, before leaving the office, Tang Zhitong held the door handle and did not open the door. Instead, he locked the door and quietly asked Fang Yuan, "Brother Yuan, who is this Ma Wei?"

"As far as I know, he is just a clerk in the Finance Department of the Municipal Bureau. There is nothing special about him. Don't think too much about it." Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then patted Tang Zhitong's shoulder again.

"Okay." Tang Zhitong then opened the door, let Fang Yuan go in first, and then closed the door himself.

Tang Zhitong has read "Journey to the West".

The book Journey to the West is very interesting. In the early stage, Sun Wukong's martial arts value is extremely high, and he is a man who can fight against 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals. But later on the way to obtain the scriptures, he is so cowardly that he keeps asking for help. The contrast between the two is very great.

Is it impossible to fight?

Those who were beaten to death by him like the White Bone Demon all had no background.

The other monsters are either the mounts of this immortal or the children of that god. How to kill them?

As for why all the gods are so respectful to Sun Wukong, as long as Sun Wukong calls, they will definitely come to cheer him on. There is a reason for this.

No matter whether he was serving as Bi Ma Wen, guarding the Peach Garden, or eating the elixir at a grand ceremony, the punishment was first being struck by lightning, chiseled with an axe, pierced by thousands of arrows in the heart, then being burned in an alchemy furnace, and only being pressed under the mountain for five hundred years out of desperation.

Struck by lightning, struck by an axe, and burned by fire, each of them is fatal. It is obvious that someone wants to kill Sun Wukong, but he is too unlucky.

Why did they kill Sun Wukong? Because, ahem, probably, possibly, maybe, it was related to a settlement issue.

Of course, the five hundred years were not in vain. Old Sun figured out a lot of things, which is why he asked for help later.

No one dared to disrespect Sun Wukong when he was called. On the one hand, they were afraid of his powerful force, and on the other hand, they might be worried that Sun Wukong would expose the ugly things that happened in the past.

Full of human relationships.

After eighty difficulties, the master and his two disciples came to Leiyin Temple, where a Buddha demanded a bribe. Old Sun became furious and pointed at the Buddha's nose and cursed on the spot. As a result, he also became the Fighting and Victory Buddha in the end.

Oh, by the way, among the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals who bravely fought against Sun Wukong, even the lowest-ranking soldier among them was a height that a mortal could never reach even after practicing for three lifetimes.

Based on this, even though Fang Yuan had already made it clear that Ma Wei had no background, Tang Zhitong was still very cautious.

After all, this is the Sijiu City. After all, I am not familiar with Ma Wei and don’t know her background. Who knows if there is a god hidden behind her?

Fang Yuan introduced the two to each other and then left, leaving Tang Zhitong to discuss work with Ma Wei.

Whether considering the unknown background or from the perspective of winning over Ma Wei to manage the work in the future, Tang Zhitong did not put on airs.

After briefly introducing the work of the Finance Department and chatting with Ma Wei about her work and family, Tang Zhitong took out his draft salary slip from his bag and handed it to Ma Wei.

"Xiao Ma, there isn't much work at the moment. You can prepare a draft of the salary table according to the latest salary levels and make the deductions according to the proportions. Leave the ones you are unsure about blank for now. I will try to come over every afternoon in the future."

Not only Tang Zhitong was promoted this time, but also many other colleagues. The payroll must be reorganized. Now that Ma Wei is here, Tang Zhitong can be freed.

Only after Ma Wei agreed did Tang Zhitong nodded and left the Finance Department's office.

After a brief conversation, Tang Zhitong said that he didn't believe that Ma Wei had no background.

Be it the way of dealing with people or the way of talking, these are not things that ordinary people can develop.

Even though he said a lot and none of his words were useful, this is also considered a skill.

Adjustment is the cause, and there will be many consequences later.

At least, when Tang Zhitong returned to the Finance Department's office this time, he discovered obvious differences. Not only was there a set of Ma Wei's desk and chair, but there were also filing cabinets and safes.

After Tang Zhitong came out, he returned to Fang Yuan's office again: "Brother Yuan, I haven't taken my quota to the street office for re-verification yet. Can you issue a certificate so I can go get it today?"

"Okay. Just write that it's because of job adjustment and issue a certificate yourself." Fang Yuan was very happy. He took out the official seal and put it on the table, waiting for Tang Zhitong to finish writing the certificate and stamp it.

"Okay." Tang Zhitong said as he grabbed the letter paper and started writing the certificate.

Most people tend to flatter the powerful and look down on the weak. Tang Zhitong would not be stupid enough to write that his quota was found to be inconsistent with his position. He just wrote the certificate as Fang Yuan said and stamped it.

"Brother Yuan, I'm leaving first, before the street office closes." Tang Zhitong said as he stuffed the letter of introduction into his bag.

"Okay, go ahead. The road is slippery, so walk slowly."

(End of this chapter)