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Chapter 562 Chapter 561 Nian Bin gets beaten
In addition to the skin-beating artifact, Xiao Wang also brought a piece of news: "My mom said that the people from the Science and Technology Commission want to find you to learn about that little fishing gadget, and they want you to come over next Monday."

"Where are you going? Why is it related to the Science and Technology Commission?" After dinner, the two returned to the room. Tang Zhitong was boiling water and was very surprised to hear the news.

The Science and Technology Commission was established in 56 and has a very high level. The current director is named Nie. He has provided great support to the 596 Project and put in a lot of effort.

"Go to the Science and Technology Commission. Just go if you are asked to go. Mom doesn't know why someone came from the Science and Technology Commission. She said that they were originally sent to the Sports Department. Just go. It's not a bad thing anyway." Xiao Wang walked up to Tang Zhitong and took out a bunch of small change from his pocket. There were money, tickets, and notes. He pulled out the note and said, "Here, there is the address and contact person of the Science and Technology Commission."

"Okay, but it's a bit strange. Didn't you say you didn't want the ticket? Our mother gave it to you again?" Tang Zhitong was sharp-eyed and saw the overseas remittance voucher among the pile of scraps. He glanced at the note and casually put it into his pocket. The Science and Technology Commission is not very close. It is one of the few departments with an address outside the city.

"The time for the piano lesson has been set. This is for the teacher." Student Xiao Wang picked out the receipts, found an envelope, and stuffed the receipts in.

"It's because of this." Tang Zhitong scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. He had thought that there were overseas remittance vouchers in Chunshu Hutong, so he didn't share the yellow mutton with them this time. He didn't expect that his mother-in-law would turn the overseas remittance vouchers into education funds for his two younger sisters.

"It's okay." Xiao Wang smiled sweetly, walked behind Tang Zhitong, hugged him from behind, and rested her chin on her husband's head.

"Okay. Tomorrow is Saturday. I'll find some more things and we can stop by on our way to Tsinghua University on Sunday and take them with us." Tang Zhitong had just delivered lard last Sunday and couldn't deliver the same thing every week, so he thought about sending some other things.

"Well, you don't have to ask anyone for help. Our mother is already very satisfied with you." Then, classmate Wang told Tang Zhitong about Ye Zhijuan's work results in the past two days. The application for the editorial committee's office was approved. Although the health department was involved, the headquarters was still set up in the Women's Federation. In the future, they will find translators and recruit people to set up an editorial department, etc.

"Oh, by the way, I mentioned the matter of finding someone to read the letters to my mom, and she agreed. She plans to add this item later." After saying this, Xiao Wang touched Tang Zhitong's face and stood up.

Although it looks gentle when the chin is resting on the head, the lower jaw opens and closes downward when a person speaks. When speaking in this posture, the head will move upward and the teeth will make a clicking sound, which is not comfortable.

"Great, great. I don't have to stay up late to read and reply to letters anymore." Tang Zhitong was pleased. After all, his workload would be reduced in the future.

"My mother said that the cost of this reply letter has been approved. It is still going through the process and will be mailed out when the time comes." Classmate Xiao Wang took a comb and combed Tang Zhitong's hair, which was a little messy just now.

"Oh, let our mom take it for us, and it will be Fengzhen's food money. Have you told our mom about Fengzhi and Jingmin taking extra classes together?" Tang Zhitong was like a puppet, allowing Xiao Wang to play with him.

"I told you, mom is very happy about it. Our home hasn't been this lively for a long time." After combing his hair, Xiao Wang squatted down, looked left and right, and was very satisfied. The hairstyle was nice and the man was also good-looking.

"Hey, that's good. By the way, when does the piano lesson start?"

"Next Monday. You go to the Science and Technology Commission and I'll take them to the Conservatory of Music."

"Let's go together. It's on the way." Tang Zhitong thought about the route. The Science and Technology Commission was on the west side of the country, and the Conservatory of Music was right on the way.

"Okay, are you still learning Russian today?"

"Yes, I hope to become a rare talent who can speak three languages ​​in the future," Tang Zhitong joked.

"Three Kingdoms? What foreign language are you planning to learn?" Student Wang was confused for a moment.

"Chinese, English, and Russian. If I get the chance, I'll learn Cantonese, then I'll know four languages." Although they all live under the same blue sky, Tang Zhitong really can't understand Cantonese. The words he can understand are limited, like "猴赛雷" and "醇了", and not much else.

"You are so shameless! Chinese is my mother tongue, so this counts as well?" Student Wang laughed. According to this statement, he is also a person who can speak two languages.

The young couple laughed and joked, and Tang Zhitong studied Russian seriously with classmate Xiao Wang for a while, but his tongue still suffered a lot.

Saturday, October 1.

Tang Zhitong came to the escort department and took some time to visit Fang Yuan's office.

The yellow mutton we had yesterday was delicious, but we couldn’t eat it for free, so today I gave Fang Yuan a piece of lard, which weighed nearly two pounds. The oil from it could last him about half a month.

The escort office is far away from the city and has no heating. Although there is a stove, the temperature inside the house is not very high. It is good if it can be around ten degrees. There is no need to worry about the lard going bad.

Fang Yuan wanted to give him money, but Tang Zhitong refused on the pretext of diplomatic ties.

Before leaving, Tang Zhitong asked Fang Yuan for a day off as he had to go to the Science and Technology Commission on Monday and didn't know when he would be able to finish.

Near noon, Kong Yiqin came to the Finance Department to find Tang Zhitong: "Chief Tang, there is a letter for you. I picked it up for you."

"Thank you, thank you." Tang Zhitong stood up and took the letter. The letter was sent by Anton. Even if Kong Yiqin didn't give it to him directly, he would receive it tomorrow at the latest. But he had to appreciate it, which showed that Kong Yiqin cared about him.

Tang Zhitong put it on the desk first, took out a cigarette and lit one: "Brother Kong, have a smoke."

"Go outside. It's not friendly to let female comrades smell the cigarette." Kong Yiqin took the cigarette, nodded to Ma Wei, turned around and opened the door.

"Brother Kong, how is it over there?" After going out, Tang Zhitong lit a cigarette for Kong Yiqun and asked.

"Alas, it's still the same. It's not easy in the ice and snow." Kong Yiqun shook his head. He heard that some people lost their lives trying to hitchhike along the way. After a few words, he still shook his head.

"It will be warmer in two months, and it will be fine once it is warmer." After hearing this, Tang Zhitong felt that he was really rude. Why did he ask such a question? He felt very depressed.

After the two of them finished smoking, Kong Yiqin went home. He hadn’t slept well on the way, so he had to go back to catch up on some sleep.

Tang Zhitong returned to the house and picked up the letter. The address was the forest farm, but the handwriting didn't look like that of his uncle. When he opened it, he saw that it was written by Su Nianbin.

Su Nianbin said that due to weather and supply issues, the holiday this time was earlier than in previous years. He went home happily, but he didn't expect to be faced with a beating, the kind of 3V1.

The biological mother and father are responsible for beating, and the uncle is responsible for "persuading".

Su Nianbin burst into tears and said that he had been beaten and lying on the bed for two days. This letter was written under Huimin's supervision.

In the letter, he kept apologizing to Tang Zhitong, saying that he spoke too hastily last time and told others about the sleeper berth. He said that he had learned his lesson this time and would not dare to talk nonsense again.

Every word was heart-wrenching, and those who heard it were heartbroken and in tears. Tang Zhitong felt very sorry for what he saw. His aunt and uncle were really good at dealing with things!
Although he couldn't bear it, Tang Zhitong still watched it three more times. Who made him have no younger brother to fight with?

It's not too much to pay tribute to my cousin who is thousands of miles away through the words on the letter and with the corners of my mouth turned upside down, right?

What made Tang Zhitong most gratified was that Su Nianbin did not mention the word "hunger" in the entire three pages of the letter, nor did he show any signs of not having enough to eat. His handwriting was very steady, which was very good.

In the afternoon, Tang Zhitong wrote a reply letter to Su Nianbin.

In addition to expressing my insincere condolences, I also sincerely reminded my cousin to be careful about his words and actions.

If the king is not secretive, his ministers will lose; if the ministers are not secretive, they will lose their virginity; if several things are not secretive, it will cause harm.

This principle of being a human being is not only applicable during the feudal dynasty, but is also universal in the new society.

Although many of the treasure appraisers can be seen at first glance as scripted, some people really believe them and connect them with things they took photos of or obtained through other means. What is the result?
Hehe, the show was suspended, and when it resumed, even the name was changed.

Some things are not meant for ordinary people to watch. It's a blessing to be able to watch a star quarrel. What else do you want? God?
After getting off work in the afternoon, Tang Zhitong got dressed, hummed a little tune through her scarf, and rode her bicycle home.

Tang Zhitong was humming "Exploring Qingshui River", but of course he was just humming softly and didn't dare to speak loudly.

The northwest wind blows frequently, but no one hears it.

This song was once very popular in the old city. When Tang Zhitong was a child, he often heard some old men humming it while shaking their heads.

Although there are several versions of "Exploring Qingshui River", they all tell the story of how Song Laosan's only daughter Dalian and her lover Tong Xiaoliu secretly agreed to spend their lives together but could not be together and finally committed suicide for love.

It's a bit like a low-profile version of "Romance of the West Chamber" and a substitute version of "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai".

Some people say that "Exploring Qingshui River" is "obscene" and "dirty tune", and that Dalian and Tong Xiaoliu are immoral and have been banned from singing several times. The past two years are no exception, and almost no one sings it in performances.

According to Tang Zhitong's understanding, there is no good or bad song. It depends on who sings, how they sing, and with what tone.

Taoer can sing properly or not properly. Even if his singing is not proper, no one will think of anything else, after all, his looks and voice are there.

However, if this song is sung by a person of the opposite sex, and the speed is increased to 0.75, the flavor will come out.

But Huang Ling must not be allowed to sing it, otherwise the song will be banned.

I just wonder what it would feel like if the singer of "Baima Ta Xin Ni" sang in the soft Wu dialect. I guess it must have sounded like he was being scratched by a cat, right?

Although the mail truck to Anton would not arrive until next week, Tang Zhitong still dropped the reply letter he had written to Su Nianbin that afternoon into the mailbox when he passed by it. He had a lot of things on hand, so he would finish each one as it came.

After entering the gate, Tang Zhitong pulled out more than two kilograms of prawns from the space, preparing to keep half a kilogram for himself and take the rest to Chunshu Hutong.

As soon as he entered the main house, Beibei smelled the scent of shrimp. Maybe he felt that this thing was better than silverfish, so he walked towards Tang Zhitong's legs, meowing and rubbing against him, trying to get a shrimp to taste.

Tang Zhitong ignored Beibei and put a bunch of shrimps wrapped in newspaper on the table. Fengzhi opened it curiously and exclaimed "Wow".

"Where did the shrimps come from?" Zhang Guifang heard Beibei's cry and came out from the inner room, just in time to see this scene.

"It's now available on the market. I bought some through my connections." Tang Zhitong gave his mother a naive smile. It was only 400 yuan, but he could feel that his mother was becoming less and less convinced. However, she never asked.

"We just had mutton yesterday. Let's send these to Wenwen's mother tomorrow." Zhang Guifang ignored Fengzhi's greedy look and took the initiative to wrap the newspaper again.

"You don't have to take it all, there's enough. Keep some at home, and I'll take the rest." Tang Zhitong didn't expect Zhang Guifang to be even more ruthless, so he quickly stopped her. Both sides were family, so he would not favor either one and would try to be equal.

"Just spoil her. What if she becomes a picky person?"

"Mom, you're overthinking it. Given the situation in our family, how could Fengzhi be so picky? She's almost eating dirt." Tang Zhitong explained as he was distributing shrimps.

"Mom, I'm not picky. I always eat everything up." Fengzhi was standing aside, still feeling a little aggrieved. She never ate anything the adults forbade her to eat, and she wouldn't accept anything given by outsiders unless the adults agreed.

"Okay, go do your homework." Zhang Guifang also realized that she had said the wrong thing and touched her daughter's head. It was impossible for her to admit her mistake, so saying this was already considered a conciliatory statement.

"Mom, these shrimps are frozen solid. No matter whether they can be thawed tomorrow, you can just throw them into the pot without washing them. Cut some cabbage and put them in to stew together. Sprinkle some salt and they will be delicious." Tang Zhitong wrapped up both portions, found a basin to put them in, and planned to put them in the bathroom later.

The shrimp thread can only be pulled out after the shrimp head is thawed. This step will inevitably waste the shrimp roe. Nowadays, shrimps are pure natural and pollution-free. There is no accumulation of heavy metals. It doesn't matter if you eat some shrimp thread.

"Okay." Zhang Guifang understood her son's intention and took out a curtain from the inner room and covered the basin.

"Nian Bin from my aunt's family has sent a letter. Everything is fine with my uncle and aunt." Tang Zhitong told everyone about the letter from Su Nian Bin, but he did not mention that Nian Bin had been beaten. It is the nature of most Chinese people to report good news but not bad news.

"That's good. This year has not been easy." After saying that, Zhang Guifang shook her head and took the basin to the bathroom, leaving no chance for Beibei.

Seeing this, Beibei followed him out the door, stood outside the door, and looked at Tang Zhitong with his head tilted: Meow?

"Meow meow meow, do you have anything else to say?" Tang Zhitong knew that it was Beibei who was thinking about the little silver fish for today, so he followed her out the door and stood in the yard to tease the cat.

Only after Zhang Guifang put the shrimps down and walked in did Tang Zhitong fulfill Beibei's wish.

I have to say that Beibei's food is good. He can catch mice and eat them all day long, and he also has small silver fish to satisfy his hunger. His figure is gradually getting plump.

If it continues like this, I will have to keep it in good shape when next winter comes. After all, people are thinner in years of disaster, and a fat cat in the house will be too eye-catching.

(End of this chapter)