Xu Damao's Thirty-Six Stratagems in Siheyuan

"Chief, I brought you two packs of Huazi and five packs of cigarettes given by my father-in-law. I kept one pack for myself, and I have two packs left. Please take them to Director Li. It will be more convenient for you to do it than for me."

Li Huaimin didn't expect Xu Damao to let him take the cigarettes that were meant for his cousin. "Xiao Xu, you are now a deputy section chief after all. It's normal for you to report your thoughts to the leader. Wouldn't it be better if you took them yourself?!"

"Section Chief, I am your soldier first, and then Director Li's soldier. Besides, as a deputy section chief, if you often go to Director Li's office, you will be too conspicuous and will have a bad influence on Director Li. It would be better for you to report your thoughts, right? Please work hard and help me." Xu Damao joked with a grin, meaning that these two cigarettes are here with you anyway, whether you smoke them yourself or give them to Li Huaide, I, Xu Damao, don't care. What I care about is that you, Li Huaimin, protect me in the Propaganda Department, and the rest has nothing to do with me.

"Okay, okay, just leave it here. I'll send it to you when I'm free. I really can't do anything about you."

"Chief, I don't think we will have the task of showing movies in the countryside this year. I'd like to see if our Propaganda Department can do some blackboard newspapers during the Spring Festival, or update newspapers in the newspaper column every day. At such an extraordinary time, our Propaganda Department should do something."

"Okay, I noticed that the two blackboards on the west side of the factory are a bit damaged. I'll ask the comrades in the logistics department to help repair them and paint them again. This way, the blackboards will look better when the newspapers are printed."

"That's even better. I'll have a few people prepare the materials first, and once the logistics are repaired, I'll immediately organize people to make a blackboard newspaper."

"Go ahead, I'll leave this matter to you."

"Okay, just hold it." After Xu Damao patted his chest and made a promise, he left and returned to his office in 207.

"Lao Xu, Happy Chinese New Year." Wu Lingjuan came uninvited.

"Happy Chinese New Year, Wu Lingjuan, would you like me to make you a cup of tea? I have some excellent jasmine tea."

"I can't get used to the taste, Xu Damao, if you really want to treat me, please treat me to a glass of wine someday. That's better than treating me to tea."

"Wu Lingjuan, you are not afraid of gossip if I go drinking with you alone. If you invite other people from the department to go together, to be honest, I really can't afford it. There are so many people in the department. If each person spends one dollar, I will have to spend more than 30 yuan. I only get that little salary a month, I can't afford it."

"Xu Damao, do you still have the Kong Fengchun suit you gave me last year? I'll pay for it." Wu Lingjuan supported herself on the table and leaned over to ask Xu Damao.

"Wu Lingjuan, we don't have this. My friends from Hangzhou and Shanghai are not coming to visit my father-in-law this year, and we don't seem to be able to buy this thing here. I haven't been shopping in Wangfujing for a long time, and I don't know if they sell it there. If they do, I can buy a set for you."

"No, I went shopping during the Spring Festival, and they were definitely not on sale. I thought your father-in-law's friend would mail it to you."

"Indeed, no. This year and last year, my father-in-law celebrated the New Year with us. If there was something good, my mother-in-law would definitely give it to my wife. This year there was nothing, so I just got a pack of good cigarettes from my father-in-law." Xu Damao shook a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes he had just opened.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Wu Lingjuan felt a little disappointed.

"Wu Lingjuan, just now, I proposed to the section chief that we still have more than 20 days during the Spring Festival, and we should publish a new blackboard newspaper in all places of the factory. You go back to the office and organize who will provide the information, who will write the chalk words, and who will draw the illustrations. Let's make a beautiful blackboard newspaper for the factory to see."

"Tsk, there are still missions during the Spring Festival."

"Wu Lingjuan, let's take advantage of this opportunity to publish a blackboard newspaper so that we can have a long period of leisure time, understand? Now the front-line workers are just like us, they don't have enough to eat, but they still have to complete their tasks. If we do nothing, we will be criticized for being idle. We must take the initiative to eliminate this hidden danger in the bud, and if we publish something brilliant, we may even get a reward from the factory. Spiritual food can also be a fighting force. This is the glorious tradition of our party. If you don't believe me, go back and ask your dad if what I said makes sense. Go and get ready, the logistics department will repaint the blackboard in the next few days."

Wu Lingjuan had no choice but to go back and notify and prepare.

Xu Damao has taken Pu Yulin as his master since he was in the third year of junior high school. He has brought back many manuscripts and experiences. After watching Wu Lingjuan leave the office, he began to take out his briefcase to study. Time is running out. While I am not busy now, I must seize the time to study and exercise. I also need to continue to strengthen my fixed-style eight palms. The master has already led me to the door, and it depends on whether I have practiced well enough. Now that I am slowly entering the door, I can't waste it. I wasted a lot of time before the Chinese New Year to make money, and now I have to make up for it.

After thinking about the recent pace of life, Xu Damao finally settled down. The wheel of history shows that it will continue in the second half of this year. From the flood in the Yangtze River Basin in 59 to the continuous drought in the northern region last year, the signs of disasters have not stopped at the beginning of the new year this year, and the precursors of drought have also begun to appear in the Huanghuai region and the Yangtze River Basin.

Xu Damao studied history and knew that the disaster situation still existed throughout the year. However, as the capital, Kyoto did not see the severity of the disaster area. He was not the Dragon King of the Sea, and he could not go to the drought-stricken areas to make clouds and rain. Xiao Xu could not do that. His only task was to take good care of his relatives and friends around him and get through the continuous disaster.

This was the last year that Xu Damao checked the supplies he had stockpiled during the Spring Festival and calculated the food rations provided by the state, which was enough to get him and his family through the most difficult period. As long as he didn't stand out too much, others wouldn't be able to hold him responsible. This way he could live a safe life.

If he wants to stand firmly in the Propaganda Department, and also because he has just been appointed as the deputy chief, he must show some results to Chief Li. Otherwise, it will not do to let the two brothers Li Huaide and Li Huaimin work hard to promote him and be criticized.

Making a blackboard newspaper is the simplest, most obvious and most effective way.

Today, Xu Damao asked Wu Lingjuan to notify the staff of the Propaganda Department to start preparing materials, so there is plenty of time.

At noon, I went to the third canteen to eat and ran into He Yuzhu serving food.

"Chef He, why are you serving food today? Isn't Liu Lan the serving team leader in your cafeteria?"

"Who knows? The leader has called him for a talk. What about Chef He? I'm just a laborer."

"Oh, Chef He is still feeling wronged. Okay, you serve the best dishes. Give me the Chinese cabbage and the piece of meat. Open a back door and have an extra piece of fat meat."

He Yuzhu cooperated very well and gave me a big spoonful of cabbage, which even came with two slices of fat.

Two steamed buns with Chinese cabbage taste pretty good.

He Yuzhu is really good at cooking. He can even make boiled cabbage into flowers, and the taste is really different from that in other canteens.

I can only say that the food in the third canteen really gave the factory office staff a different experience. No wonder some people from other workshops secretly came to the third canteen to get food. It turns out that the taste is really different.