Fatty Hu has been traveling in Yunshan area these days.
During this period, I also took the time to visit Damao.
I have to say that Fatty Hu did gain something from staying in Hulun for nearly a month.
Some bills that have little collectible value can only be obtained locally.
Moreover, the people who usually own these things are elderly people, who have only a vague understanding of selling goods online.
Zhang Hongcheng opened the old envelope again, and the first thing he saw was a stack of bath tickets from the 39th Regiment.
The issuance dates range from 1969 to 1971.
The bath ticket arrived just in time, and Zhang Hongcheng just needed it.
Next came two precious furniture tickets.
Below the furniture tickets were the cloth tickets issued by Heilongjiang Province this year, with more than sixty of them, each worth two feet.
The fat man proudly said in the note that these cloth coupons were taken out of the warehouse by the people in charge of issuing the coupons after they were abolished and given to children to play with.
It just so happened that Zhang Hongcheng also wanted to change his green clothes because they were too smelly.
Originally, Zhang Hongcheng thought that these bills were all there was to it.
While he was counting the cloth coupons, two thin white pieces of paper floated out from them.
1972, Construction Corps bicycle ticket!
Two!
Zhang Hongcheng quickly put it away.
This fat guy, can he actually get this thing out by himself?
The truck that passed by the 5th Company today was a supply truck from the Dongfanghong side.
Before dawn, Zhang Hongcheng climbed onto the back of the truck with a bag of biscuits and a pot of water.
When I woke up after a good nap, the truck was already parked in the site square.
It seemed that the two drivers had gone shopping.
Zhang Hongcheng went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a new set of clothes, and then walked into the large bathhouse in the field office with his toiletries.
The damp smell made his nose uncomfortable.
"What's that smell? You stink!"
The person who covered Zhang Hongcheng's nose was not a lesbian, but a person who was neither very familiar nor very familiar.
Qiao Xinwei thought that his sarcastic tone could arouse the sympathy of people around him.
But he forgot one thing, this is not Shanghai, but the Construction Corps.
Those who can come to the bathhouse to take a bath at this time are all educated youth from the lower companies.
Everyone around knew what the smell on Zhang Hongcheng was because almost everyone had experienced it.
But Qiao Xinwei didn't.
So as soon as he said this, everyone around him glared at him angrily.
Zhang Hongcheng didn't even bother to pay attention to this person.
With such emotional intelligence, I don’t think he can make it in the field office.
Seeing that Zhang Hongcheng ignored him, Qiao Xinwei wanted to stop him and say a few words to him like he did in Shanghai.
Finally, the gatekeeper pulled him out.
"How dare you look down on working people?"
"I, I don't have it! I'm a clerk in the field office!"
"He's just an apprentice. By the way, why are you coming to the bathhouse during work hours?"
"I got my hair dirty while moving things just now, so I thought I'd come over and wash it."
"You're skipping work!"
Zhang Hongcheng ignored the dispute behind him. He felt a little embarrassed at the moment.
After all, as a Southerner, he was not used to being so frank with his compatriots in the bathhouse.
However, the uncle who was giving him a bath was very skilled, and he felt like he was peeling off a layer of skin and mud.
Next, he planned to buy a small kang cabinet.
He always kept the old envelope in the cabinet, and he didn't feel safe.
He looked around and found that there was no one selling furniture in the field office. When he was asking around, he saw Xiao Qin from the Youth League Office coming over.
"You came to the field office, but you didn't come to see Deputy Director Liu and me?"
"If someone hadn't said that you and Xiao Qiao had a conflict in the bathhouse, I wouldn't have known you were here."
"What are you standing there for? Director Liu is looking for you!"
Deputy Director Liu didn't go to see Zhang Hongcheng because of Qiao Xinwei.
Qiao Xinwei now works as a handyman in the field office and is not in the same department as Deputy Director Liu.
Deputy Director Liu was very happy to see Zhang Hongcheng again.
Especially Zhang Hongcheng, who had just taken a shower and changed into new clothes, looked particularly energetic.
"Xiao Zhang, you're really good! You solved the long-standing problem in the soybean field of the Fifth Company."
Zhang Hongcheng hurriedly responded modestly, saying that it was just luck.
"I just heard from Xiao Qin that you were in the bathhouse with... Never mind, let's not talk about him anymore."
"Come and look at this."
Zhang Hongcheng took a notice handed over by Deputy Director Liu and took a few glances at it.
It turned out to be a notice issued by the division headquarters.
Each group was asked to recommend five to six representatives of advanced educated youth to express their views on the latest documents from the capital.
To put it bluntly, it is a writing competition.
"I already have four articles here, and I gave the fifth one to Xiao Qiao to write."
"But after a few days, what he handed in was completely unacceptable."
Xiao Qin interrupted with a smile.
"He's good at writing reviews, but it turns out he's good at writing those petty-bourgeois and petty-bourgeois things. It disgusts me to death!"
Deputy Director Liu coughed unnaturally.
"Aren't you good at writing too? Write one when you go back and give it to me."
Zhang Hongcheng did not refuse, but he was laughing and complaining in his heart.
The comment that I am good at writing is because of the speech I gave at the mountain flood commendation meeting.
This involves a new use for old envelopes.
The speech was automatically generated by Fatty using AI.
Of course he will participate in this essay contest, but as for how to write it, that depends on Fatty Hu.
Zhang Hongcheng agreed readily, which made Deputy Director Liu very happy.
After all, although there are many advanced figures in the group, most of them are rough and unrefined, and their writing skills are just so-so. I gave Qiao Xinwei a chance as an exception, but it almost brought me trouble.
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