After a sweet night's sleep, Director Chu climbed out of bed refreshed, had a quick meal and then rode to Pigeon Market.
He was going to find the old wine seller and get the prescription he had.
In the hazy morning light and the biting cold wind, Director Chu rushed all the way and arrived at the place in less than twenty minutes.
Compared to years ago, the pigeon market at this time was much deserted, with sparse stalls and scattered customers, looking very depressed.
After all, during that time a year ago, everyone bought everything they should buy, so who would bother wandering around here if they had nothing to do?
Ergou didn't even ask for goods from him, which shows how bad the business was at this time.
After Chu Heng found a place to put away his bicycle, he hurriedly entered the pigeon market.
The result was very disappointing. He walked around a lot but didn't find the old man selling wine. I don't know whether it was because business was not doing well or something, but the old man didn't come to the stall.
"Why!"
Chu Heng sighed helplessly, thinking that he had come, so he went to the ticket seller to buy some tickets, and then rode back home.
It's only after six o'clock now, it's too early to go to work.
There was no rush this time. He wandered all the way and didn't get home until nearly seven o'clock.
After entering the house, he lit the fire again, made himself a cup of tea, then sat by the stove and leisurely read the Royal Secret Records of Dongxuanzi.
He spent many days working on this book before borrowing it from the old man.
The content is very exciting, some of it is like a YY article in later Internet articles. It tells the story of a Taoist named Dong Xuanzi who used the convenience of making elixirs for the emperor to have affairs with the concubines in the harem...
While he was reading, Xu Damao, who was hungover, finally woke up. He rubbed his aching head and prepared to get up to relieve himself, but as soon as he moved, he felt a pain in his lower abdomen.
"hiss!"
He frowned and lifted the quilt, and saw that his lower abdomen was red and swollen. He grinned and pulled the red-faced daughter-in-law beside him, and asked her: "Ezi, Ezi, did I fight with Hengzi last night?"
"You're as drunk as a dead dog, what's the point of fighting?" Lou Xiao'e lazily opened her eyes.
"Then why is my belly swollen?" Xu Damao asked confused.
"Oh... you fell down." Lou Xiao'e turned away with a guilty conscience, not daring to look at her husband.
"After drinking this little wine, you can't drink like this again." Xu Damao shook his head in annoyance, then got up and got out of bed.
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Time passed by in a hurry, and it was seven forty in the blink of an eye.
Chu Heng looked at his watch, put down the book without finishing, resealed the stove, then took his bag and went out to work.
When we arrived at the unit, Miss Ni was already here, cleaning the office diligently, singing a melodious ditty, and seemed to be in a good mood.
He quietly walked behind the girl in the aisle, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hug her slender waist: "Comrade Ni is very hardworking."
"You're here." Ni Yinghong looked back at him, with a happy smile on her flawless face. She leaned back slightly and leaned in his arms, rubbing and rubbing.
"Kiss." Chu Heng's heart felt hot and he slowly lowered his head.
Ni Yinghong smiled and turned around to face him, stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips gently.
After drawing, draw again...
After a while, he was satisfied and let go of the blushing girl, returned to his seat, took out yesterday's meeting minutes, and organized his own work notes.
Ni Yinghong looked at her man tenderly, reached for the tea box and enamel vat, made a full cup of tea for the man and put it on his table.
Chu Heng raised his head and smiled strangely: "Good performance, I will reward you with ice cream later."
"That's not right!" The girl gave him a cute look, took the rag and walked out of the office.
It's eight o'clock in a flash.
The young couple came to the front room side by side.
Chu Heng held a brief meeting and explained the matter of the rat eradication operation.
Employees are still very positive about matters involving collective honor. After all, everyone wants to save face.
And they are very familiar with this kind of thing.
Aunt Sun proudly took over one-fifth of the task: "When I get back in the evening, I'll ask my boys to go out and catch at least twenty of them!"
The others didn't make too much concessions either. You gave me a little bit to cover the amount assigned by the superiors.
"There happens to be a rat infestation in my house."
"There's a lot of garbage at the garbage dump in front of my house. I'll go there and have a look later."
"I know a good place, but it's full of rats."
Well, I didn’t even expect to catch enough in the grain store.
In order to reduce food loss, the store always keeps rat poison and mousetraps in the house. Basically, three or two rats can be killed every day, and the number of rats has always been controlled at a reasonable level.
scope.
If they had asked for twenty or thirty of them, they might be able to complete the task with a little more effort. But this time they wanted a hundred, which was really a bit embarrassing.
So I can only think of solutions from other places.
The reason why the superiors give so many tasks is a bit of a historical issue.
Rat eradication operations in grain stores are carried out every year, sometimes several times a year. At the beginning, the number given by the authorities was not that large, only twenty or thirty rats.
But when the grain stores below all completed the task perfectly, the superiors saw how easy it was, so they added a little more. And in order not to be criticized, the grain stores below naturally tried their best to hand it over.
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Then it fell into an endless loop, with twenty-five, thirty, and thirty-five at the top gradually adding more burdens, looking for the limit below.
The following are trying their best to catch the rats and hand them over to save their own face.
So far it has been increased to one hundred...
I estimate that if we do this again next time, the number will be one hundred and one or one hundred and five.
Chu Heng sometimes worries about the grain store directors who will be there ten or twenty years from now. If we follow this rule and add them in, by then they will have to pay hundreds or even thousands at a time.
It’s too late for me to be so special in this life!
After finishing the meeting and assigning tasks, Chu Heng left the grain store on his bicycle.
He wasn't going out to hang out, he was going to deliver wine to his second uncle. Although he didn't find the old wine seller, he couldn't delay important things, right?
Chu Jian is stable only if he is stable.
He could still carry it clearly which was light or heavy.
At worst, I will go to the bathing center less often in the future.
Chu Heng walked slowly all the way to the grain management office. After handing a one-pound bottle of tiger penis wine to Chu Jianshe, he sat there chatting for a while and inquired about the news in the grain management office.
It was almost ten o'clock when he came out of the grain management station.
Thinking that there was nothing going on in the store, Chu Heng turned around and went to the trust store.
I haven't gone shopping in a while, so I don't know if there is anything new.
This time he went to Caishikou Trust. After he locked the car, Chu Heng strolled into the shop.
Perhaps because of the Chinese New Year, there were not many customers in the store, and they were sparsely distributed at various counters.
Chu Heng went straight to the counter selling pots and pans, threw a cigarette to the salesman familiarly, chatted for a few words, and then went to the counter to choose something.
The old man ignored him and started chatting with his colleagues.
He is now a regular customer, and everyone knows that he likes to choose beautiful porcelain, and he is also generous with his money, so let him go.
