Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 147 146 Strong Man
At Tang Zhitong's suggestion, the municipal bureau issued an additional new-style envelope to each employee when distributing wages this time. Not only was it less likely to be mistaken, but it also promoted the postal code.People in the postal and telecommunications system don’t know how to fill out envelopes, so if you tell me, people will laugh.

There are a total of [-] people in the entire city bureau, and retail envelopes cost a penny each. The cost is actually lower. The monthly fee is only about [-] yuan, and Su Chu approved it very happily.

The salary Fangyuan received also came with an envelope.

After watering the pumpkin, Tang Zhitong was caught by Fang Yuan again. Fang Yuan stumbled over his name and salary for a while, then became impatient and threw them to Tang Zhitong.

Tang Zhitong counted out the corresponding salary according to the salary schedule, stuffed it into the envelope, and wrote his name in pencil on the back of the envelope. Not only was it convenient to pay the salary in a while, but he also saved money on writing letters by erasing the name on the back when everyone received it. penny.

At this time, there is no punching in the payment of wages. They are all paid in cash, with some in full and some in small amounts, so every time the Finance Department of the Municipal Bureau will give a lot of change in various denominations.

By the time Tang Zhitong had finished sorting out the salaries of the more than 100 people in the escort department, it was already lunch time.

Tang Zhitong was once again dragged to the cafeteria by Fangyuan.

Fangyuan ordered two vegetarian dishes and only bought his own staple food. Tang Zhitong still brought his own, including steamed buns and Chinese toon pickles.

"Have you been eating pickles these days?" Fangyuan looked at Tang Zhitong's behavior and asked.

"Yeah, I just find a place to have a bite. I'm used to it." This is almost the case for delivery workers. The branch office is small and has no canteen. The restaurants outside are too expensive, so I can only bring some convenient food. Tang Zhitong hates washing dishes. Try not to make the soup watery.

"We're almost done over there, right? Come here and bring a set of utensils so you can have a hot meal and some hot soup." Fangyuan suggested that there would be a charge for food in the cafeteria, but the soup and tap water were free.

"Okay." Tang Zhitong nodded and agreed. In a unit like this, the cafeteria is not only a place to eat, but also a social place and the largest news distribution center.

"You pickles...you have so many choices with pickles." Fangyuan ate a toon pickle that Tang Zhitong brought with him. He was about to praise it, but stopped, fearing that he would get another box as a gift like last time.

"My only hobby is to think about how to eat." Tang Zhitong admitted generously that this is not a shameful thing. Being able to eat well under difficult conditions is the key to success.

"I see, it's not this hobby. How can you at your age have a second-level... second-level... second-level chef certificate?" Fangyuan was second-level for a long time, but he still forgot the name of the certificate.

"Hey, Brother Yuan, when you introduce me to others, or talk about my craftsmanship, you just say that I am a seventh-level cook. This cannot be wrong." Tang Zhitong was helpless. Fangyuan just couldn't remember it, and there was nothing he could do. Let's talk about this certificate. The scope of application is limited to the chef system. For the general public, the salary level of the cook is easier to locate.

"That's right. That twister is easy to remember. I've written it down, seventh-level cook." Fangyuan remembered it wrong, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He was just that person.

After finishing the meal, Fangyuan went to wash the dishes. Tang Zhitong closed the lunch box, put it in his schoolbag, and walked to the kitchen with it on his arm.

"Master Gao, are you eating? I'll come back later, then?" Several chefs in the back kitchen were having a meal. Tang Zhitong came in and had no reason to leave quietly, so he knocked on the door and said.

"Eat it now. Have you eaten, Master Tang?" Gao Lide stood up and handed a matzha to Tang Zhitong without any intention of letting him go.

"I've finished eating. You eat first. I'll wait here for a while." Tang Zhitong took the mazza and sat down a little away from the dining table. He took a look at the dishes in the rice bowls of several chefs. They were the same as those served outside. , without turning on the small stove, the difference may be just a little more.

After hearing this, Gao Lide no longer gave in, he speeded up his meal, took a few bites, put the tableware on the table, wiped his mouth with his hand, and said: "Okay. What are the rules here, Master Tang? Try it on the stove. ?”

"It's not that troublesome. You have been cooking for so many years, so you must have more experience than me. Let me take a look at the seasonings in our kitchen." Tang Zhitong, the food in the canteen, has tasted the food. It is quite satisfactory. There are no onions, ginger, garlic, star anise, etc. How many.

"Hey, the budget is limited and there aren't many seasonings. Just fry it and count the balls." Gao Lide was a little disappointed, thinking that Tang Zhitong had an exclusive method and he could learn it.

"Can you show me?" Tang Zhitong nodded and asked again. "Okay, okay, come with me." Gao Lide opened the door curtain and led Tang Zhitong into a small room inside.

After Tang Zhitong entered the house, he looked around. This room was similar to a warehouse, with grains, oils, rice, noodles and vegetables piled up, as well as several vats.

Green vegetables are common in the market today, with a small amount of onions, ginger, garlic, and almost none of other spices.

Tang Zhitong opened the lid of the cylinder. One mouth contained salt, the other contained vinegar, and the other contained soy sauce.

Tang Zhitong put the raisin in and stirred it, then poured the soy sauce in the raisin into it. He dipped his hand into the soy sauce on the outside of the raisin and put it into his mouth to taste.

"This soy sauce is pretty good." Tang Zhitong praised.

"That's right, I'm counting on the soy sauce to enhance the flavor." Gao Lide replied proudly.

"Master Gao, I do have a recipe. Have you heard of the cooking oil?" Tang Zhitong asked. The soy sauce is fine, but the cooking taste is quite satisfactory. The problem may be the Titian, so the cooking oil can be used.

"I've heard people mention it before, but I don't know how to make it." Gao Lide suddenly became interested. He had heard of cooking oil before. It was a secret that was not passed down by some chefs or cooking families. It was impossible to spread it. .

"I know that frying it once can last a long time. If you're interested, I'll go find Fang Ke, get some money, buy some seasonings, and let's cook it once." Tang Zhitong put the raisins back to their original places and said to Gao Lide.

"That feeling is good, that feeling is good." Gao Lide rubbed his hands excitedly. This was a chance for him to learn a secret that was not passed down to other people. He would pass it on to his children in the future, which would be his special skill.

"Sure, then I'll go talk to Fang Ke. If it works, when is it convenient for you? Let's discuss it together." Tang Zhitong also wanted to take the opportunity to get some fuel and save it for use, but he didn't have much left in his space.

"It will be done this afternoon and tomorrow." Gao Lide couldn't wait to start learning now.

"Let's do it tomorrow. We don't have all the ingredients ready today. I'll ask Fang Ke and come back in the afternoon." Although tomorrow is Sunday, Tang Zhitong plans to come over. It won't be troublesome to get the ingredients and oil, and there will be fewer people tomorrow, so the chef It’s not busy, there are fewer people and less distractions, and many things are easier to operate.

Tang Zhitong told Fangyuan about this, and Fangyuan readily agreed and approved ten yuan of seasoning money, but did not let Tang Zhitong go and asked him to keep an eye on his salary.

Most of the time when wages are paid, there is a queue. One by one, they come in, collect the money, count the money, confirm that it is correct, sign on the salary form, and then go out and let the next one in.

Tang Zhitong was paying wages inside, and Fangyuan was maintaining order at the door. He told them one by one not to steal pumpkins, and fired each one he found!
"Brother Yuan, there are still some unclaimed wages." Most of the afternoon has passed for this busy work, but there are still a lot of wages unclaimed.

"It's okay, it's those colleagues who haven't come back from the escort. Leave the rest to me. I'll put it away and hand it over when they come back." Fangyuan put away the remaining envelopes and locked them in the drawer.

"Okay, then I'll go to the cafeteria and talk to Master Gao." Tang Zhitong stood up and stretched his waist. He was so worried about making mistakes just now that he was so focused that he was exhausted.

"Well, go ahead. You can help me next time when wages are paid." Fangyuan was very satisfied with this method, which saved herself a lot of time, and decided to let Tang Zhitong take care of it in the future.

"...Okay." After Tang Zhitong heard this, he staggered and almost fell when he went out. It's not over, right?But there is no way, who makes Fangyuan his immediate boss?I had to eat people's food and be controlled by others, so I reluctantly agreed in the end.

　Can monthly tickets still be salvaged?Still need 750 to reach 2000...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)