Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 262 261 Collection

If a workman wants to be good, he must first sharpen his weapon.

"I was busy preparing copybooks for you last time, but I forgot about the inkstone. This is something I have used before. You can use it with your work." Xiao Wang gathered his emotions and packed up an inkstone for Tang Zhitong before going to work.

"No, the work unit has allocated it. Keep this at home." Tang Zhitong put the inkstone and ink sticks on the desk again. Fang Yuan had told them to keep public and private affairs separate.

"The unit provides ink cartridges, right? Inkstones are so expensive, so few units provide them." Wang Jingwen curled her lips and questioned.

"I haven't really paid attention yet, so I'll take it with me first. There's no need to take it back again." Tang Zhitong was very satisfied with Xiao Wang's attentiveness, scraped her nose, and replied fondly.

After Wang Jingwen said this, Tang Zhitong remembered something.

Cultural relics of this era are cheap, so it’s a good time to pick them up. However, it will take decades for cultural relics to rise in price, and they will occupy funds for a long time. From a cash flow perspective, it is very uneconomical.

Among all cultural relics, there is one exception, and that is the inkstone.

After the storm subsides, with the recovery of work and reputation, the sales volume of stone inkstones will usher in explosive growth. By then, I am afraid that old inkstones will be hard to find.

A quick calculation shows that there are less than twenty years left, and Lao Yan’s priority can be listed before calligraphy and painting.

The escort department is small and there are not many places to spend money, so there are few things to do in the financial department.

After Tang Zhitong arrived at the unit, he went to the canteen to get a pot of water, poured himself a cup, laid out yesterday's newspapers, and prepared to practice calligraphy.

Before grinding the ink, Tang Zhitong picked up the ink cartridge provided by the unit and took a look. Sure enough, it was an ink cartridge, and it was made of Bakelite.

Bakelite, like celluloid, is a type of plastic.

Before the appearance of bakelite ink cartridges, copper ink cartridges were more common, but copper is a relatively expensive production material. After the joint venture, copper ink cartridges disappeared from the market.

Tang Zhitong poured some water into the inkstone and took out the ingot to grind the ink. The square inkstone owned by Xiao Wang was good and the grinding was very fine.

Tang Zhitong could accept that the inkstone material was not good, but he was unwilling to use ink because the smell could be smelled from a long distance.

Calligraphy is an excellent traditional culture of the Chinese nation and plays a certain role in tempering the mind. Therefore, decades after the popularity of electronic products, there are still many people in the system who like to write with pens.

Sun Guoting once said: Beginners learn distribution, but strive for fairness.

Tang Zhitong has never specifically studied calligraphy in his two lives, but at least he knows the "Eight Methods of Yong". Today's calligraphy practice starts with the word "Yong" on the copybook.

It is said that the "Eight Methods of Yong" were created by Wang Xizhi, a great calligrapher of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He believed that the character "Yong" has the eight methods of regular script. As long as this character is written well, all characters can be written well.

At first, this was just a method passed down from Wang Xizhi's family. Later, Wang Xizhi's grandson Zhiyong passed on the "Eight Methods of Yongzi" to Yu Shinan. Later, it spread...

Tang Zhitong spent the whole morning writing patiently. This thing seemed simple, but after a whole morning, his wrist was stiff and sore, and he had not made much progress.

Tang Zhitong packed up the newspapers on his desk, threw them into the space, and planned to burn them later.

I was too focused on practicing calligraphy. Many people's names and pictures had the word "Yong" written on them. Amitabha, sin, sin, these things must not be seen by others. After lunch, Fangyuan called Tang Zhitong to his office.

"Euclidean, Sister Chen from the labor union came to see me today, thinking about asking the financial department to collect union fees when paying wages. Let me ask for your opinion first." Fangyuan popped out two cigarettes and gave way.

"Brother Yuan, I listen to you. I will do whatever you say." Tang Zhitong took the cigarette, struck a match and came forward to light Fang Yuan's cigarette.

"Then you can take it over. When you make the salary list, make two more lines, and collect the organization fee on your behalf. When you are not available for training in a while, I will let the trade union take on this part of the work." Fangyuan took a puff of cigarette. , stated his plan.

"Okay." Tang Zhitong nodded obediently without any hesitation. Union fees and organization fees are paid monthly and have a fixed ratio. If you work perfectly every month, as long as your salary is not adjusted, it will be copied in the future and it will not be difficult.

"How did you practice this calligraphy? Do you have any tips?" After talking about business, Fangyuan pointed at the pile on his desk and scratched his head. He also used newspapers to practice calligraphy. These days, newspapers are the best way to practice calligraphy. Supplies.

"Brother Yuan, these words are grand!" Tang Zhitong looked at the terrible writing brush. The tip of the pen almost turned into a hedgehog. It can be seen that Fangyuan used a lot of force and the words were large. There was no structure at all. Either a stroke was missing or there were multiple dots or something. .

"blind Jill said, I can't even see it myself." Fang Yuan grabbed the writing he had written with one hand, balled it up with both hands, and threw it to the ground.

"Hehe, this is how I practiced..." Tang Zhitong held a cigarette in his mouth, picked up the poor writing brush, wrote ink in the inkstone, straightened it out, pointed to the word "Yong" on the copybook, and wrote slowly, While explaining to Fangyuan.

"I have never had a teacher, so I just practiced blindly. If Brother Yuan has a chance, it would be better to find someone who knows how to learn from him." After Tang Zhitong finished writing, he scraped the ink with his brush and put it on the edge of the inkstone. said.

"Do you want to become a disciple? You are such a big man and you can't afford to disgrace this person. I think what you wrote is pretty good. I will practice according to the method you told me in the future. I still don't believe it." Fangyuan threw away the cigarette butt, rolled up his sleeves, and took Pick up a brush, plan to try it.

"Brother Yuan, let me remind you something. It is best to take this newspaper after practicing calligraphy home and burn it so that no one can see it." Tang Zhitong picked up the newspaper that Fangyuan had just thrown away, unfolded it, and pointed at the characters stained by ink. said.

"It's indeed a bit disrespectful. I'll pay attention to it in the future." Fang Yuan glanced at where Tang Zhitong pointed and humbly accepted Tang Zhitong's proposal.

"Then you practice first, and I'll meet Sister Chen." Tang Zhitong said no more and said goodbye to Fangyuan and went out.

The trade union is still a very powerful department now, with a strong voice. The organization comes first, department leaders second, and the labor union third.

In a few decades, when capitalists are lining up to grab street lights, many young people will have never even heard of a trade union, let alone seeing one...

In fact, Tang Zhitong had nothing to communicate with the labor union. It was just the delivery of money, and the next collection was still far away.

The reason for communicating now is to focus on a correct attitude, which not only reflects Fangyuan's respect for the union, but also reflects its own cooperation and attention to this matter.

"Sister Chen, did I bother you?" Tang Zhitong knocked on the door first and then entered the office.

Chairman Chen is about the same age as Xu Hui, so Tang Zhitong can still call her aunt, but in this kind of unit, everyone calls older women "big sister" or "eldest sister", and Tang Zhitong follows the local customs.

"Xiao Tang, why are you disturbing me? Sit down quickly." Sister Chen put down the insole she was holding, pulled up a chair, and gave way enthusiastically.

(End of this chapter)