When he thought of this, Zhou Wenzhong felt even better.

I walked back to the supply and marketing cooperative in front of the courtyard house, opened the cotton curtain above my head, leaned forward and walked in.

The supply and marketing cooperative is small, only about 40 square meters. Two middle-aged women were chatting casually. They glanced at Zhou Wenzhong. They were dressed in rags, just like people fleeing the famine. They were not in the mood to talk to them.

Zhou Wenzhong walked to the counter and took a look, noticing that the two old ladies were not very friendly.

Shout loudly: "Serve the people!"

The two women were obviously startled by the shouts, but who dared to refute this sentence? For a moment, they didn't know what to say. Their momentum was weakened by 3 points.

Zhou Wenzhong walked to the glass counter with his hands behind his back, bent down and took a look, then looked at the salesperson and asked: "How do you sell this mixed-petal snack box?"

"What are you looking at? Do you have money?"

"Serve the people!"

"The snack boxes are packed, and each box costs 6 cents per catty. The crystal cake costs 8 cents and 4 cents per catty."

"Hmm. What's in it?"

"Do you want to buy it? If you don't buy it, then..."

"Serve the people!"

Another middle-aged woman quickly replied: "Beef tongue cake, jujube cake, tapioca, croissant honey and Pai Cha."

"Give me one."

"Would you like to buy a snack box?"

"Comrade teachers taught us that our educational policy should enable the educated to achieve all-round development in moral education, healing, and sports, and become educated workers with socialist consciousness. I am not in good health, so buy

What’s wrong with sealing the heart box to replenish the body? Do you have any objection? Or do you want to object? Uh-huh?”

"No, no, no..."

"It's okay if you don't have any. Give me two more packs of Guanting cigarettes."

"There are no more cigarettes in Guanting."

"Oh, forget it. Are your Fengshou brand cigarettes produced by Factory No. 1 or Factory No. 2?"

"Factory Two."

"Forget it, the harvest cigarettes produced by the second factory are not easy to smoke."

“How much does a pack of Volkswagen cigarettes cost?”

"1 cent 5."

"Well, please give me two packs of red swords. Anyway, it's only 15 cents per pack."

"You..."

"Serve the people!"

Another salesperson quickly reached out to stop the colleague and signaled her to stop talking. He opened the drawer and took out two packs of red knives and handed them over along with a pound of snacks.

"A total of 96 cents."

Zhou Wenzhong took out 1 yuan and handed it over. Except for the cigarettes specially supplied to the army, other brands of cigarettes at the lower price at the front door do not require a ticket. The best cigarette you can buy with a ticket is: Xiangshan!

Reaching out to take the four yellow 1 cents he found, Zhou Wenzhong carried the things and walked out of the supply and marketing cooperative with satisfaction. He still had 36 cents left in his entire net worth.

At the same time, he muttered: Aren’t the service attitudes of salespersons in this era very good? Who said that they have a bad tone, deliberately make things difficult, and are irritating? It’s all nonsense!

Not to mention now, even if the wind blows, I am not afraid. I have read three hundred Tang poems by heart, and I can recite them even if I can't compose them.

When Zhou Wenzhong walked out of the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, he felt a chill on his neck. The sky was a little gloomy and it was snowing!

"Winter has the intention of winter, and snow has the secret of snow."

"Singles should not go out on a snowy day. If they fall, they will be broken into pieces."

Zhou Wenzhong put everything back in the space and walked home quickly. When the snow melted, the soles of his cloth shoes would be soaked. There was no coal stove in his bedroom to dry his shoes, so how could he go to work tomorrow?

This is the self-awareness a poor person should have.

As soon as I walked into the courtyard, I discovered a problem.

"Huh? Something's wrong with the situation. People are hiding at home and can't come out? That shouldn't be the case. The atmosphere is a little unusual."

When I came to the front yard, I didn't see the three aunts who were usually busy on weekdays, but I met Zheng Liugen and her wife who were in a hurry.

"Why are you two running so fast?"

The Zheng family stopped and looked back and replied, "Have you just come back from outside? They are gathering in the middle courtyard for a meeting."

"A meeting? I have to say that Brother Zheng, you are very capable. Look, you don't usually have meetings, but you have meetings as soon as you come back. I'm waiting for you to make an idea."

"Haha... don't make me cough, hurry up and walk."

"Walk."

Without even entering his own house, Zhou Wenzhong was dragged to the middle courtyard by Zheng Liugen.

It had just snowed now, but there were a lot of people coming. There were already forty or fifty people sitting in the yard, and children were running around in the corridor. Zhou Wenxiu also came back, and Zhou Deming

But she's not here, and neither is the deaf old lady.

The situation at the hospital-wide meeting was similar to the last time I was beaten. The difference was that this time there were some changes in the people at the square table.

At this time, sitting in front of the table reserved for the steward's meeting, was a middle-aged man in his 30s, wearing a marching hat and a pen on his chest. Wearing a dark blue cotton coat, this was originally the seat of the steward.

, now that it is occupied by him, the steward will "succeed in succession."

Therefore, the result can be imagined, that is, Yan Bugui was squeezed under the stage, sitting with his family.

Zhou Wenzhong pulled Zheng Liugen's sleeve and nuzzled his lips towards the end of the crowd, and the two of them blended in consciously.

Feeling the direction of the wind, Zhou Wenzhong and the two of them sat downwind, took out Pegasus cigarettes from his arms, there were two left in them, handed one to Zheng Liugen, and Zheng Liugen took out matches from his overalls.

"What a smoke!"

"It was given by someone else, so I can smoke it."

"Stab it..."

The two of them lit up their cigarettes, sat on the downdraft of the corridor railing, puffed away the smoke with their hands folded.

Smoking is a big deal for a 15-year-old boy. He can start a family at the age of 15! Being able to smoke cigarettes at the age of 15 only shows that Zhou Wenzhong has the ability! Some people want to smoke but can't afford it.

As soon as the two sat down, the crowd in front started to applaud. The two of them didn't even know the content of their speech, so they also clapped twice.

"Pa bang bang..."

"Brother Zheng, you are well-informed. Who is that person sitting on the main seat?"

"Wang Jianping from the street office."

After Zheng Liugen introduced him, he quickly added: "Director Wang."

Administrative levels from 19th to 30th are all clerks. According to the invisible rule of "officer", Wang Jianping's administrative level should be from level 24 to level 19. Based on his age in his 30s, if he joined the program at the age of 17

Zhou Wenzhong has already calculated that it takes 5 years to get promoted to a new level at work.

Wang Jianping, the sub-district office clerk, should have an administrative level of level 21, which is a level 3 clerk. His basic monthly salary is 62 yuan. After subtracting 14% of the cadre contribution, his monthly salary is 53.32 yuan. At the same time, an additional 0.07% is deducted.

Party dues. Wang Jianping’s monthly income is 49.59 yuan.

Cadres! After receiving their wages, they should give away some of it. This is also an unspoken rule. Workers can receive full wages, but cadres cannot! This is because there is a reason, and all cadres must follow the example.

It is February 1960, and industrial coupons have not been issued yet! In 1958, in order to vigorously develop industry, various regions invariably issued a "savings fund-raising coupon for setting up local industry". This is the predecessor of industrial coupons.

Therefore, 14% of each cadre’s monthly salary is used for contribution. 0.07% of the monthly salary is party dues. Cadres’ salaries are generally lower than workers, which is required by society.

As for the real situation? Wang Jianping simply kicked the seventh-level worker Yi Zhonghai aside. So, who is stupid these days?

As soon as Zhou Wenzhong finished analyzing Wang Jianping, he heard voices coming from the square table.

"Everyone knows what happened last year, so I won't say more. I called you here today mainly to talk about two things!

First, there are some people fleeing famine on the streets. As natives of the capital, we should carry forward our style and lend a hand. At the same time, I also understand that life is not easy for everyone. Again, do what you can.

, act according to your ability.”

"Papa papa…"

Everyone whispered among themselves and had no objections. After all, everyone here, a generation higher up, was basically a refugee, and they sympathized with the poor people on the street.

Wang Jianping stretched out his hands and pressed them twice to signal everyone to be quiet.

He lit a cigarette and said: "This is the second point. I won't talk about it for now. It's snowing. I'll make it short. I can't take up everyone's time. First of all, first of all, let's talk about the performance of our courtyard house last year.

, What a great job! Our sub-district office must also show an attitude and make a statement. How do we show it? I believe everyone has seen it."

Wang Jianping stretched out his left hand and pointed to a basket on the ground next to the square table. There was a wooden board on top of the basket. On the wooden board was a whole piece of tofu, which was about 60 centimeters long, 40 centimeters wide and 15 centimeters high.

Under the wooden board, that is, inside the basket, there are some peanuts.

Everyone looked at these material rewards, and their emotions were a little high for a while! This is a real non-staple food! At the end of the year, a person's peanut ration is only 2 taels, and there is no tofu at all. This year is difficult, and soybeans are a certain kind of material.

There has always been a shortage.

Yi Zhonghai patted the square table and signaled everyone to be quiet. He asked Wang Jianping: "Well... Director Wang, do you think the honor of this year's outstanding quadrangle is from our compound? Haha~"

Liu Haizhong also bowed his body and asked with a smile: "Yes, Director Wang, does the honorary title of Excellent Siheyuan also belong to our No. 95 compound?"

Wang Jianping looked at the two of them, then looked at the people in the audience, and nodded slightly.

"It's not certain yet. The other courtyard houses did well last year! It's hard for our street office to choose! The palms and backs of our hands are full of flesh. What do you want us to do? Let's not talk about this for now.

Already."

Zhou Wenzhong already understood in his heart that the next thing to talk about is the business. The staff of the sub-district office first distributed benefits and then used honorary titles to lure them. They only helped the people fleeing the famine outside? Even dogs didn’t believe it. They even lied in their words.
Chapter completed!