80s Taoism

"Zhang Dechun, you're here again. Let me tell you, if you write a word on the teaching building of our primary school, I'll go directly to your main room to throw dung!" Principal Ma ran over as soon as he saw Zhang Dechun.

"This time, I didn't write a single word. It was written by the students of your school." Zhang Dechun looked at Zhang Jiaohua who was writing with his buttocks up, with a smile on his face.

"Which ghost would dare to scribble on the wall of the teaching building!" When Principal Ma saw Zhang Jiaohua's back, he seemed to be strangled by a ghost. Looking at Zhang Dechun resentfully, "Zhang Dechun, you are really the one who uses the beggar as a weapon. I don't dare to use the beggar. Can't I tell the beggar that you use him?"

Zhang Dechun said quickly, "Principal Ma, don't talk nonsense. I didn't use beggars as my gunmen."

"You haven't? You know that I don't allow you to write slogans here. You also know that I didn't mean to target you. Tell me how many times you have written slogans on the walls around the elementary school. How many times have you written them correctly? This time you encouraged the people to plant fruit trees. If this fruit tree is planted, not only will it not help the people get rid of poverty in the future, but will waste the energy of the people? At that time, the people will not believe what you say. The words written on the wall will not fall off for decades. Then you will be scolded for the rest of your life. Your family, Shunlin, is still a teacher in the school." After all, Principal Ma is a cultural person, and he can always hold Zhang Zhishu's life.

Zhang Dechun was somewhat regretted by Principal Ma, "Principal Ma, let me tell you, we can't do anything about this kind of thing. If we don't complete the tasks pressed down by the top, we won't get any benefits at that time. Just take this village and this road. It is impossible for the villagers in our village to repair it well without approving money from above. If we lag behind in work, why do you think we should ask for money from above?"

Principal Ma naturally knew that what Zhang Dechun said was not unreasonable, "I can't control the affairs of your village. You should no longer write slogans here at the school. Doing so will affect the children. You still let the caller do this kind of thing!"

Zhang Dechun felt a little regretful, "I didn't think about it well. But don't pursue it. The word beggar is well written. Your school is well educated."

"Don't think that you have said good things, so forget about it. If you dare to come to our school to write slogans in the future, I will tear you up. Even if I can't control you, I can control your cub. Although I don't have any rights, I still can do it if you want your cub to be out of order." Principal Ma threatened.

Zhang Dechun became anxious now, "Ma, if you dare to ruin my son's business, I will fight with you!"

"Oh, Zhang Zhishu, you are finally in a hurry. Whether you do some things or not depends on your performance." Principal Ma pulled back a round, turned around and left with a smile. Zhang Dechun was left with an annoyed look on his face.

"Grandpa Dechun, the writing is finished. It's all right. I'm entering the classroom." Zhang Jiaohua didn't pay much attention to the conversation between Zhang Dechun and Ma Lisong, walked to Zhang Dechun, put down the lime slurry, and handed the pen to Zhang Dechun.

"Hey." Zhang Dechun mechanically took the things Zhang Jiaohua handed him.

In the evening, in the old house of Zhang Jiaohua's family in Meizitang.

"What? You want to contract the gardening field?" Zhang Manyin took a puff of cigarette halfway, was so startled by Zhang Jiaohua, and immediately choked and coughed several times.

"I have raised so many dogs. When I grow up, my family will not be able to accommodate them. If I contract out the garden, the mountain full of fruit trees will be mine in the future. Such a large garden covers hundreds of acres of land. If some crops are interplanted, I will definitely earn a lot of money." Zhang Jiaohua said excitedly.

"You bastard, what are you thinking about so much? Just go to school well. I can't agree with you about this." Zhang Manyin shook his head quickly.

"Biaohua, you have to listen to your grandfather this time. The gardening field is a hot potato. It is said that the contract of the gardening field has expired long ago, but those contractors are still standing on the public land. It is obvious that they are not going to return it to the village. Why do you have to go to the muddy water?" Ma Donghua also quickly understood the key point.

"Grandpa and grandma, I have already asked Grandpa Dechun about these things. If others want to worry about this, I don't have to worry about it. If this land is contracted, do I have to worry that others will not withdraw the land?" Zhang Jiaohua laughed.

"Uh. That's true. Did Dechun tell you how much the gardening farm will be rented to you for a year?" Zhang Manyin was rather tempted. Gardening field, one hundred acres of land. The village has contracted some land before, and every year just planting beans is enviable. How many beans can be produced if several hundred acres of beans are planted?

"He didn't say anything, but he said he could give me a very low price, and even treated the back mountain as a bonus." Zhang Jiaohua shook his head.

"This matter has to be made clear. You go and ask Grandpa Dechun to come home for dinner. Later, let your grandma fry some bacon and get a pot of your rice wine. I will talk to your Grandpa Dechun about the garden. If you want to contract this garden, grandpa and grandma will support you. But the price, grandpa will negotiate for you." Zhang Manyin is still very motivated.

If someone else went to ask Zhang Dechun to eat dinner, Zhang Dechun might not go, as soon as Zhang Jiaohua came out, Zhang Dechun immediately followed Zhang Jiaohua.

"Brother Man Yin, do you still need to ask about this matter? Brothers from our big family, beggars still call me grandpa. I can make beggars suffer from this matter?" Zhang Dechun will definitely not let Zhang Jiaohua suffer, but it is not because Zhang Jiaohua calls him grandpa, but because he still wants to use Zhang Jiaohua's relationship to find a way to help him become a regular.

"That's what I said, you have to be more meaningful, otherwise you will be embarrassed in the village committee." Zhang Manyin said with a smile.

"It's embarrassing. Who dares to say no? I'm going to retire anyway. Besides, I'm a beggar who contracted gardening, so who would say anything. Brother Manyin, don't worry. I'll give you a symbolic contract fee. I'll make the term as long as possible. Thirty or fifty years is fine. I need to write a contract for this, otherwise, when I retire, someone else will do something wrong."

According to Zhang Dechun, the horticultural farm plus the original brigade pig farm, and the barren hills, one hundred yuan a year is enough. Zhang Manyin took the initiative to increase it to 150 yuan. Almost like a pig's money.

Zhang Dechun was very active. The next day, he went door-to-door to inform the original contractors that starting from this year, they were not allowed to plant crops in the fields, and the things that were originally stored in the pig farm had to be removed immediately to make room for them. Although the original contractors complained, none of them dared to complain to Zhang Jiaohua.