Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 472 Chapter 471 Album
Perhaps because he was thinking about food, Wang Jingmin came back not long after playing outside.

My pair of cotton shoes were soaked through, and after being slapped twice by my sister, I changed my shoes and went to wash my hands happily and eat drunken dates.

Xiao Wang wiped his brother's cotton shoes with a rag and then put them on the radiator.

"There will be Iraqi dates available on the market these days, the same kind of dates I bought last time. The comrades from the commerce department finally decided to name them after their places of origin. Although purchases will be limited, you'd better buy some. It can at least help save food," said Ye Zhijuan during the chat.

"Okay." Xiao Wang nodded in agreement.

Tang Zhitong thinks that the reason why the product is named after the place of origin is probably to let people know that it is an imported product as soon as they hear it.

Importing in order to fill the stomachs of the people, this spirit of trying every possible means is worth a thumbs up to anyone who hears it.

By the time he started making dumplings, Wang Jingmin's face was already red, but his eyes were very clear.

"Are you dizzy?" Tang Zhitong asked, worried that his brother-in-law was allergic to alcohol.

"No, I'm not dizzy. These dates are delicious. Brother-in-law, can you cook them?" Wang Jingmin said, licking his lips and looking at the empty bowl on the table with unsatisfied look.

"Of course I can, but this stuff has a high alcohol content, so you can't eat too much."

"I won't eat much, just one... or two at a time." Wang Jingmin's tone was pleading. He really liked the taste.

"That won't work. You have to wait until you graduate from junior high school at the earliest." Tang Zhitong rarely refused his brother-in-law. He didn't want to raise an alcoholic, not to mention that alcohol is very harmful to the neurological development of children. It is better to expose them to alcohol later.

After being rejected, Wang Jingmin's face was full of disappointment.

"The sled you rode today belonged to someone else?" When Wang Jingmin came back, Tang Zhitong didn't see him taking the sled, so he guessed.

"Yeah." Wang Jingmin nodded.

"I'll make one for you, do you want it?" Tang Zhitong would not compromise on some principled matters, but when dealing with children, he still had to give them a sweet treat occasionally.

"Yes, yes, I do!" Upon hearing this, Wang Jingmin immediately became excited. There were not many friends who had sleds, and if he wanted to play, it depended on their mood. If his friends had not eaten dumplings at his home last time, it would not be his turn to ride the sled today.

"Okay, I'll send it to you in two days." Tang Zhitong touched his brother-in-law's head and promised.

"Thank you, brother-in-law!" Wang Jingmin almost jumped three feet high after hearing this.

"Go wash your hands and prepare to make dumplings." Tang Zhitong pinched his brother-in-law's red face and instructed.

"Anzi, it's not too much trouble, is it?" Ye Zhijuan asked from the side.

"It's not a problem. There are a lot of wood at home. Just find a few pieces that are handy and nail one." Tang Zhitong smiled.

Ye Zhijuan nodded and said nothing else.

She loves her own children, but her husband passed away two years ago. Since then, her two children have become a little timid, and Jingmin is more timid than the others.

Ye Zhijuan has never had a good idea of ​​how to make up for this gap, because she has no intention of remarrying. Now it is just right that her son-in-law can fill this gap.

The whole family was happily making dumplings, but today, just as Xiao Wang said, no children came to eat until the dumplings were out of the pot.

During the meal, Ye Zhijuan took out a bottle of wine for Tang Zhitong and told him to drink as he pleased.

The cleanup and finishing work after dinner was done by sisters Jingwen and Jingying.

Jingmin rubbed his belly and suggested to Tang Zhitong: "Brother-in-law, shall we go fishing today?"

"What kind of fish are you fishing for? Don't you see the weather today? Aren't you feeling cold? Have you finished your homework? Go and do your homework!" Classmate Xiao Wang scolded his younger brother in a fierce manner.

Tang Zhitong just laughed and didn't say anything. Wang Jingmin looked at his brother-in-law's expression, curled his lips and said stubbornly: "Humph, today I'll give you some face because you made dumplings for me."

"You're getting bold, aren't you? Give me some face? After I finish washing the dishes, I'll deal with you, even the cost of your cotton shoes." Xiao Wang said, looking at his wet hands.

"Sister, leave the rough work like washing dishes to me." Wang Jingying enjoyed watching the fun and although she took the initiative to take on the job of washing dishes, she did not move her feet, as if she was waiting to see Jingmin get beaten.

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, do you take care of your wife?" Jingmin looked at his elder sister walking towards him with her sleeves rolled up. He felt uneasy and quickly ran to Tang Zhitong to seek help.

"Ah? Fishing? Not going today? The weather is a bit cold, let's wait until it warms up." Tang Zhitong held back his laughter and pretended to be confused. At the same time, he picked up a picture magazine on the table and pretended to read it.

"I finally understand. Brother-in-law, you're just a henpecked henpecked man." Wang Jingmin was so angry that he circled around the table with Wang Jingwen, venting his anger at her for not being able to make up for his shortcomings.

"You are not a henpecked man, how can a good person have such a talkative wife's mouth?" Wang Jingying joined the battlefield, and surrounded Wang Jingwen from both sides, arrested Wang Jingmin, and then handed the younger brother over to his eldest sister.

As expected, Wang Jingmin's ear was twisted and he was slapped twice on the buttocks.

Tang Zhitong covered his mouth with the album and smiled secretly, but his curved eyebrows betrayed his gloating.

Wang Jingmin is a good person, but his mouth is really hard to describe.

After being beaten, Wang Jingmin sat at the table obediently to do his homework, but he was still not honest with his mouth. He kept muttering "tiger" and "henpecked".

Tang Zhitong felt that this was meant for him, because Wang Jingwen and her sister had already gone to the kitchen with their dishes and chopsticks.

Tang Zhitong ignored his brother-in-law. He came here today without bringing a fishing rod. It would be a real problem to go fishing in such weather. He was not a real fisherman.

I opened the album and found it was in color, which is a bit rare.

Due to technical and economic reasons, there are very few color photos nowadays. The same is true for movies, because all color films are imported.

Tang Zhitong didn't know much about printing, but he thought it was probably a similar situation.

The album was beautifully printed and of high quality, but the more Tang Zhitong read the content, the more he frowned.

Excluding the God's perspective of a time traveler, in actual work, study and life, Tang Zhitong has heard a lot of gossip about difficulties in other places and tight supply in the old city. Everyone has obviously felt it in real life, but this picture album goes the other way.

There are tall stacks of rice and tall piles of grain. Farmers carry bamboo baskets on their shoulders, and the baskets are full of rice.

Even though some people were wiping sweat, the smiles on their faces were so bright.

The peasants' clothes were so neat, not only without patches, but some young girls and wives even wore flowered jackets. Turning to the next page, the content was similar.

On the drawing paper, there is a little boy and a little girl. They look like brother and sister and look similar.

The two men worked together to carry a bamboo basket filled with fruits from the late summer harvest.

The ground in the picture is filled with eggplants, tomatoes, corn, pumpkins, cabbages, onions, etc., which look so tempting.

The sunflowers behind the brother and sister are so bright and positive.

I turned another page and it was still similar. The corn and rice ears were bigger than children. Anyway, it all meant the same thing: a good harvest.

Tang Zhitong sighed, closed the album and stopped reading.

"Have a drink of water." Ye Zhijuan brought a glass of water to Tang Zhitong and placed it in front of him.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Well, it's all for work." Ye Zhijuan naturally saw her son-in-law put down the album, pointed at the album and reminded him.

"Mom, I know, but I feel a little uncomfortable. I really hope that life can be the same as in the paintings." Tang Zhitong smiled helplessly, shook his head, and added: "Maybe some places can be the same as in the album. After all, great painters can't just work in isolation."

"Okay, think positively and don't look like this when you go out." Didn't Ye Zhijuan think the same thing?
"Humph, that can't be possible. When I go out, I have to at least praise the painting for being so good. It portrays the character's spirit in a three-dimensional and full way." Tang Zhitong couldn't help himself.

Although what he said was true, his tone and expression clearly showed that he was complaining.

"You, you used to advise me to protect myself first before I could do more work. How come a picture album makes you lose your composure?" When Tang Zhitong said this, Ye Zhijuan did not get angry, but reminded him with a smile.

"Alas, maybe I'm still too young." Tang Zhitong said self-deprecatingly.

"It's good to be young, full of energy and vitality, but it must be used in the right place."

"Don't worry, I won't say anything nonsense when I go out." Tang Zhitong certainly heard Ye Zhijuan's advice, and immediately picked up the album again and said, "I will improve my self-cultivation."

To be honest, the aesthetic taste of the characters in the works in the album is still online. It is not like the toxic teaching materials in the future. What are they drawing?

They are so ugly and look like children with dementia. How can we let the children of ordinary people know the descendants of the illustrators and reviewers?
What a bunch of sons of bitches!

After finishing flipping through a picture album, Tang Zhitong carefully savored the "work needs" that Ye Zhijuan mentioned. Perhaps many people are forced to do things against their will.

In addition to picture albums, Tang Zhitong has also seen propaganda posters on other occasions.

There are propaganda works full of the spirit of the times on the streets, inside factories and even in the Post and Telecommunications College, but the content is different.

Although he understood it, Tang Zhitong still felt a little uneasy.

He closed the picture album, drank a sip of water, said goodbye to classmate Xiao Wang, and went downstairs to stroll and smoke.

Tang Zhitong was downstairs reflecting on himself, wondering why he had such emotions.

After thinking about it for a long time, it is probably not because they are lying, but because they are paid much higher than others, and are well fed and well fed, but they make up these things for me to see.

Speaking of artists these days, the salaries are really high.

Decades later, some people treat cats and dogs as their sons and daughters. Although keeping dogs is not encouraged in urban areas nowadays, there are still people who keep dogs, and they take good care of them. They even take their dogs to the barber shop to get a haircut.

"Xiao Tang, what are you daydreaming about here?" Grandpa Gao came out to empty the ashes from the stove and saw Tang Zhitong standing downstairs in a daze, so he asked.

"Hey, Uncle Gao. Wake up your mind here." When Tang Zhitong saw Uncle Gao, he immediately changed his expression and hid his true thoughts.

"You kid, you throw cigarette butts everywhere. Come on, come sit with me inside the house." Grandpa Gao limped to Tang Zhitong, bent down to pick up the cigarette butt, and invited him.

"Oh~ It's my fault. I will protect the environment in the future and not throw cigarette butts around." Tang Zhitong thought that Grandpa Gao was accusing him of littering. After all, this yard was under his responsibility and he had to clean it every day.

"I'm not blaming you for littering, I'm blaming you for throwing away the cigarette butt. There's still a small piece of this cigarette butt left. Doesn't the tobacco cost money?" Grandpa Gao pushed open the door, and after Tang Zhitong came in, he closed the door again.

"Hehe, I'm used to it. I didn't think about it for the moment." Tang Zhitong made up for it.

"It's not easy to make money, so we'll save as much as we can." Grandpa Gao put the cigarette butt he had just picked up on the edge of the stove. It had to be steamed dry before it could be rolled up and smoked. He had already mixed tobacco into the cigarette butt that Xiao Tang threw away last time.

"You are right in teaching me. I will pay attention to it next time."

"Well, although life is better now, we still need to pay attention to saving. When we were in the East, we didn't have such good conditions. Each person could only take one puff of a cigarette, and we didn't dare to smoke hard. If we smoke too much, the comrades behind us will have nothing to smoke." Grandpa Gao didn't let Tang Zhitong roll a cigarette for him.

"I heard that the supply was not in time at that time, and people had to eat fried noodles and snow at the same time?" Tang Zhitong took out the matches on his own initiative, but was rejected by Grandpa Gao again.

"The fried noodles were all made in Ding. There was a period of time when there was nothing to eat, and even the confiscated food was eaten up. The comrades found stones and put them in their mouths to fill their stomachs." Grandpa Gao picked up a coal ball from the stove, put it to his lips, lit a cigarette, and put it back.

"Will that work?" Tang Zhitong originally just wanted to verify the fried noodles incident, but he didn't expect to hear a version he had never heard before.

"Just fool yourself. You can still hold on for three to five days." Grandpa Gao took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and looked through the smoke, as if he had returned to the days of artillery fire.

"How does it work?" Tang Zhitong was very curious. He also wanted to trick himself to see if it would work.

"Trick yourself into thinking that you have candy in your mouth, and then think about the fact that you have your motherland and your fellow countrymen behind you. You have to grit your teeth and hold on. Otherwise, how can you retreat?
Those Japs are not good people. They bully the weak and fear the strong. They rely on their large number of planes and cannons. If you take a step back, they can take two steps back.

Only by going forward bravely and beating them till they are pissing and crying for their parents and God, will they learn their lesson. "

Uncle Gao's eyes were full of contempt as he said it lightly.

"Uncle Gao, you are all great." Tang Zhitong was convinced. This thing was not easy to learn and it could not be learned without great perseverance.

Hearing what Tang Zhitong said, Grandpa Gao shook his head, his words full of regret: "I don't want such a good thing at all. I also want the support of planes and artillery like the devils, but we don't have it."

"Yes, there will be, there will be bread, there will be milk, everything will be there." Tang Zhitong borrowed his mentor's words to comfort Grandpa Gao. At this moment, he really wanted to have a scientific level climbing system and create black technology that does not belong to this era. He just didn't know whether such a high profile would attract special attention and research.

(End of this chapter)