Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 475 474 Toys
After reminding his classmates, Tang Zhitong went straight to the escort department after class in the afternoon. These days were indeed busy, but very fulfilling.

However, after arriving at the escort department, I was called to a meeting before I even started to organize the latest data.

It’s not quite accurate to call it a meeting. The correct term is organizational life.

Although Tang Zhitong is currently only in the preparatory team, he still has to participate in this kind of life, which happens 2-4 times a month, and the content is different each time.

Generally speaking, we study the latest documents together, and then everyone talks about their thoughts and attitudes, reports their personal ideas, carries out criticism and self-criticism, etc.

The content this time is a little different from previous ones. It talks about some complaints in the market, and also talks about remembering the past and saving.

Tang Zhitong couldn't say anything that went against his will, so he criticized himself for not cherishing cigarette butts. Every grain of rice is hard-earned, and tobacco is also grown with great effort. In the future, he must strengthen self-management and resolutely not waste, and let everyone supervise him.

The interpersonal relationships in the escort department are not that complicated, so many people have conducted very profound criticism and self-examination on their own shortcomings over a period of time.

In Tang Zhitong's opinion, most of what everyone is saying now is close to reality and has a strong sense of reality, but he doesn't know how things will develop in the future.

Criticizing such things, to put it mildly, can help individuals improve, but some people also think it is nitpicking.

At some point, sharp criticism will gradually disappear and mild criticism will become harsh.

Later on, mild criticism will disappear and silence will become malicious.

If silence is no longer allowed, then only praise will remain.

Tang Zhitong knows how to get things done in one go. He only criticizes himself and praises everyone else. Of course, his praise is always subtle, not the kind that sounds fake when heard.

After all, Tang Zhitong had already set a goal for himself and was only pursuing limited progress.

We have made progress now, so try not to do anything that offends others.

Tang Zhitong had heard a little about the complaints mentioned at the meeting during this period of time. They were nothing more than various rhymes about not having enough to eat.

As for complaints, no matter what Tang Zhitong thought in his heart, he did not show it.

Saying that you understand complaints means you have a crooked butt and your thoughts are not right, and it is not easy to take the blame.

Saying that you are against complaining also has a bit of the meaning of picking up the bowl to eat and putting down the chopsticks to curse.

It has been nearly a year and a half since he came here. Among the ordinary people Tang Zhitong has come into contact with, few people care about left or right. Most of them are working hard to support their families.

As for those who took to the streets in large numbers, holding signs and shouting slogans, most of them were school or factory employees, and ordinary people rarely participated.

In fact, since ancient times, the demands of the people have been quite simple. Just to have something to eat, no matter if they farm by themselves or work for the landlords, as long as the whole family is not hungry, it is easy to satisfy them.

Many people like the Ming Dynasty and think it was the Han dynasty, but the common people at that time may not necessarily think so.

Things were good during the time of Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty. He distributed land to the people and was ruthless in killing corrupt officials. However, he had many descendants, and everyone had a fiefdom. Add to that the breakdown of officialdom, land annexation and other reasons, and if there were natural disasters or something, the common people would have trouble coping.

The Ming Dynasty was overthrown by the Tartars. Many historians said that it was due to corrupt officials, corrupt administration and lack of money by the court. However, history books have never recorded the views and thoughts of the common people at that time.

The court was out of money, and officials said, "Let the people suffer even more."

Whenever there is any problem, the people suffer. Whenever there is any problem, the people suffer even more.

The taxes of Goose City were collected ninety years later. How could the people not have any opinions? With such a court and such officials, how could the people of the Ming Dynasty not have any opinions?

After enduring so much hardship, the people of the Ming Dynasty finally realized that one cannot become a superior person by enduring so much hardship, so it is better not to endure this hardship!

This is the situation. If the Tartars really come, who will really resist? If they don't lead the way, it will be worthy of the ancestors. It's nothing more than changing the emperor. Will it cause negative bonuses to digging for food in the land?

So, the Ming Dynasty fell.

All in all, the people don't care who the emperor is.

Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Er, once said that we can learn from history to understand the rise and fall of nations.

With the examples set by our predecessors, various departments are now learning from them and are not doing nothing. They have built water conservancy projects, carried out disaster relief and rushed to harvest crops. In addition, many places have arranged relief grain, lowered levies, reduced the number of households that can receive commercial grain, reduced the quantity of commercial grain, and also distributed Iraqi dates and so on.

Last year, Erzi’s father starred in a movie called "Three Years in Advance".

There were quite a lot of screenings last year, but fewer in the second half of this year.

After the meeting, Tang Zhitong and Ma Wei returned to the Finance Department to work.

In addition to helping to organize the promotion data, Tang Zhitong also made a simple division of labor for the financial work. Ma Wei was in charge of the accounts, and he managed the money, which was a bit like an accountant and a cashier.

After work, Tang Zhitong went to the sawmill to find Zhang Bo first.

Even though Tang Zhitong told Xiao Wang that it was simple, his body was very honest and he just couldn't do it.

"Hey, isn't this Section Chief Tang? What a rare guest." Zhang Bo joked as he saw Tang Zhitong.

"Wow, is Mr. Zhang laughing at me?" Tang Zhitong smiled and took out a cigarette to smoke. Although they were in the same street, their units were not adjacent and they did not have much interaction. Tang Zhitong guessed that the reason why Zhang Bo knew so much was because Zhang Bo and Xu Hui were close.

"How could I be laughing at you? I'm congratulating you on your progress." Zhang Bo took the cigarette and lit it for Tang Zhitong.

"Okay, thank you. I came here today to trouble Engineer Zhang for something. I want to make two sleds. I wonder if there is any suitable wood?" Tang Zhitong took out a box of Daqianmen from his other pocket and put it on the table.

"Of course there must be some. When will the sawmill be short of wood? Come on, I'll take you to see." Engineer Zhang ignored the box of cigarettes, took a deep puff of the cigarette, and put the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

Tang Zhitong followed Zhang Gong's example, left the office and went straight to the warehouse.

When entering the warehouse, Tang Zhitong heard the warehouse manager call out "Factory Director" to Zhang Gong.

"Engineer Zhang, here comes the good news from the delivery room. He's been promoted." This time it was Tang Zhitong's turn to tease Zhang Bo.

"Well, we are all glorious workers, just with different divisions of labor." Zhang Bo waved his hand modestly.

"Great, Director Zhang has a very high level of awareness." Tang Zhitong complimented.

"Stop praising me. Just look at the wood and choose a similar one. I'll have someone polish it for you." Zhang Bo said, pointing to a pile of square wooden sticks of different lengths on the ground.

"No need, I can clean it up myself when I get home." The wood had been cut and roughly planed. There were some burrs, but not many. Asking others to polish it would only require some fine planing. Tang Zhitong was still capable of doing this job.

In the end, Tang Zhitong chose four 80-centimeter-long and four 60-centimeter-long pieces of wood, just enough to nail the frame together, and there was still some space between the boards, which was more than enough for making a sled. 80 centimeters long and 60 centimeters wide, it was a bit big for a child, but for Xiao Wang, it was just enough to fit her long legs.

"Director Zhang, how much is it?" Tang Zhitong asked, kicking the wood he had chosen at his feet.

"It's just a few cents, not even as expensive as your box of cigarettes. I'll give it to the finance department later." Zhang Bo picked up the wooden stick on the ground and pulled Tang Zhitong out, refusing to take the money no matter what he said.

"Okay, thank you, Brother Zhang." Tang Zhitong went along with it and didn't insist, but he changed his address, revealing a sense of closeness.

Tying a wooden stick to the back seat of his bicycle, Tang Zhitong rode his bicycle home from the sawmill, humming a little tune.

There is no concept of pop songs these days, but that doesn’t mean there are no masterpieces.

"You Love Me, I Love You" is very catchy, but the song is not original.

In 1976, Sam Hui released "Drunk Today". The song cannot be said to be exactly the same as "Mi Xue Bing Cheng", but it can be said that the difference is not much.

But this song still has lyrics. Going back in time, the song "Su San Don't Cry" was released in 1931. What a coincidence, the melody is almost the same.

"I want to go to the South Pacific Islands and run with Pipa in my arms. I want to go to Harbin and find that dear little Jiaojiao..."

Wow, it’s catchy and quite magical.

However, this is still filler lyrics.

Going back further, in 1847, Stephen Foster, a supermarket clerk on the other side of the ocean, wrote a song called "Oh Susanna" after his wife.

"I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee. I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see."

Apart from the different lyrics, the melody is the same as the above songs, and the similarity is almost a copy.

No matter which version, Tang Zhitong naturally would not sing the lyrics, but just hum the tune.

He rode his rickshaw and hummed a song as he came out of the alley.

Suddenly, Tang Zhitong heard two crisp sounds, "bang" and "pop", and an unidentified object flew towards his head, just like the scene when Old Tang was giving a speech.

Seeing Tang Zhitong suddenly appear from the entrance of the alley, several children screamed in surprise, and the timid ones covered their eyes.

If this thing hits your head, it will be a disgrace to all the time travelers.

In a flash, Tang Zhitong tilted his head, raised his right hand, and used the external plug-in to grab and move the unidentified object. It was like Huoyun Evil God catching a bullet with his bare hands. It was so cool.

I just don't know if the bullet that Lao Tang dodged was also a cheat.

After receiving it, what popped into Tang Zhitong's mind was: Fortunately, I didn't take the train to eat hot pot, and fortunately, the person I met was not a bandit!
"You little bastard, why are you playing with the bao here? What if you hit someone on the head?" Tang Zhitong braked the car, stepped on the ground with one foot, gently lifted the bao he caught, and threw it in front of the children.

Then he shook his hands. Damn it, he was so busy showing off that he forgot about the characteristics of space. There was kinetic energy when he went in, and there was still kinetic energy when he came out. It hurt his hands even through the gloves.

Several children were at a loss after being scolded by Tang Zhitong. They looked at each other, and one of them was brave enough to step forward and pick up the coin.

"What time is it? Why don't you go home for dinner? Next time you play with this thing, run to the east. There's more open space over there on the Baiqiao side." Tang Zhitong wouldn't bother with these kids. They just wanted to play, not hit him on the forehead on purpose.

After saying that, he ignored them and rode his bike home.

Nowadays, the streets are not wide and children's toys are limited. In addition, they are poor, so there are only a few things to choose from, and dabao is one of them.

The jujube is pointed at both ends and thick in the middle, and looks like an enlarged version of the Langjiayuan date.

Dabao is the name used in Sijiucheng, it is also called Dasuo in some places, "Da Su" in Kaifeng dialect, "Kan Jian" in Jiaodong dialect, and "Da Niao" in some other places.

Although the names are different, the ways of playing are basically the same. You use a wooden stick or a board to hit the ball which is placed on stones or short branches, so that you can hit it higher.

It is said that the way to play in the past was not to see who could hit the ball farther, but one person hit and the other caught it, a bit like playing baseball.

Later, perhaps because it was quite dangerous, the way of playing was changed.

Because it is simple to make and cheap, not only are children playing with it now, but there will still be a market for it in another 30 or 40 years, especially in rural areas.

Many children would tear their crotches due to excessive movements, and would have to eat a meal of stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat when they go home.

When Tang Zhitong got home, he saw the bicycle under the gate. Xiao Wang and Feng Zhen had already returned.

In addition to the wooden boards on the back seat, Tang Zhitong also grabbed some wooden boards from the space and took them into the compartment.

Unexpectedly, classmate Xiao Wang was fiddling with the stove in the side room, which scared Tang Zhitong: "It's dark, why don't you turn on the light? Let me do it."

When Xiao Wang saw the wood and boards her husband brought into the house, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand and chuckled.

"What are you laughing at? Can't I be lazy for a while?" Tang Zhitong said stubbornly.

"Of course, I don't want you to be stubborn. I feel bad for tiring you out." Xiao Wang stood up, put the materials her husband brought back in order and put them aside.

"Hehe, don't worry. I will definitely slack off when it's time to be lazy." Tang Zhitong felt so relieved after hearing this. It was much better than those women who always nag "Look how much money so-and-so makes a month" and force their men to make money.

"How many do you plan to make?" Classmate Xiao Wang took two stools, patted Tang Zhitong's butt, and when he lifted them up, she stuffed them directly under him. Then she sat down next to them and watched her husband make a fire.

"Two. Put one in Chunshu Hutong and one over here. They're both enlarged versions. When it snows again, I'll take you out to play." Classmate Xiao Wang was sitting next to them. It was not convenient for Tang Zhitong to cheat, so he could only follow the steps to make a fire. He first used small firewood to pad the stove, then put a few pieces together, lit them with a match, and carefully placed them on the other firewood.

"We are so old now, it's not a good idea to go sledding, right?" Student Xiao Wang rested his elbows on top of his knees, supported his chin with both hands, and was very tempted.

"Take Fengzhen and Fengzhi with you, just like playing with the kids, and reminisce about our childhood at the same time." Yesterday, when Tang Zhitong heard Xiao Wang say that she also had a sled when she was a child, he thought of taking her to play.

As for Xiao Wang's concerns, Tang Zhitong could understand them. After all, if you continue to have fun after getting married, people will say that you don't care about your family.

But in Tang Zhitong's opinion, those people were too idle. His family didn't eat a single grain of their rice, but they just talked behind their backs, which was very annoying.

"Okay." Student Wang nodded in agreement. She used to play on a sled when she was a child. Her father made it for her. He would pull her across the snow, and her laughter like silver bells would echo through the wilderness.

It seems as if everything happened yesterday, still clearly visible, but untouchable.

Fortunately, I have a husband now, and he is a good man.

(End of this chapter)