Chapter 73 Ma agrees

Zhong Qi has always been a supporter of the government. Usually, a leader's red badge, which is the size of an egg, is always hung on his chest. The quotation bag, which has long been out of fashion, is always hung on his shoulder during meetings.Generally speaking, his speech has a political level, his mouth is tight, and he has no bad habit of talking nonsense. He still had a fountain pen stuck in his chest.Of course it can't be bought. Looking at the awkwardly small red cap and black barrel, you can tell that it is the product of waste products made up of scraps, and it comes from a arduous process of thinking.In my impression, he has never been a cadre, not even the leader of the Poor Peasants Association.But he likes to use this pen very much, and writes the five words "Agree, Ma Zhongqi" every now and then.Almost all the invoices, receipts, minutes, account books, newspapers, etc. on the team have left his five-character mantra.Once, during a review, I took a receipt for buying fish fry to record the account. I accidentally found that the receipt had already arrived in Zhongqi’s hands. Before he could call out, he had already signed the word “Agree” and dipped the tip of the pen in his mouth. , was about to sign the name with caution.

Fucha said angrily: "Writing a sacrificial oration? Who wants your consent? What qualifications do you have to agree? Are you the captain or the secretary?" Zhongqi smiled, "Writing two words cut your flesh? Are you afraid that people will agree to the fish fry you bought right? Tell me, did you steal the fish fry?" "I don't want you to write! I just don't want you to write!" "It's broken? Then I tear it up?" Zhong Qi looked very humorous. "He is really bloodless." Fucha said to others. "You want me to write 'disagree' Lo?"

"You are not allowed to write anything, this is not a place for you to write at all! You have to write, and live for two more lives to see, and then you can live like a human being." "Okay, don't write, don't write. Look at you cheapskate." Now that Zhong Qi has succeeded, she puts the fountain pen back into her pocket firmly. Fucha was angry and funny, took out another receipt from his pocket, and shook in public, "Look, I haven't settled the account with him yet. The catty of meat in the kiln shed yesterday couldn't be reimbursed at all, and he came to sign it too." .”

Zhong Qi blushed, and glanced at the rattling receipt, "If you don't report it, you won't report it." "Then what did you agree to do? Your feet itch?" "I didn't even look at it..." "Whoever signs will be responsible." "Then let me change it, shall I?" He drew a pen hastily as he walked back. "The words you write turn into rivers of urine? Look at Chairman Mao's handwriting. Every word is very important. The whole country follows it, and it will never be broken. You are a dog who piss. Wherever you go, you put your feet up and sprinkle it. You can't count it."

The base of Zhongqi's neck was red, and a small piece of light came out from the tip of her nose, "Fucha Yazi, you are a dog. I don't believe that this catty of meat may not be repaid? Things have to be done, and meat has to be eaten!" " "You have money, you report it! I insist on reporting it today!" In front of everyone, Zhongqi couldn't step down from the stage, and stomped her foot, "Report it, what's the big deal!" He rattled his overshoes and walked away waddlingly.After a while, he came back from home angrily, and smashed a silver bracelet on the table. "Which one catty of meat is worth the money? Review the boy, I agreed today! You report it to me!"

Fucha blinked but didn't say a word, and the others didn't know what to do for a while.We laughed for a while just now, but we were just trying to rush Zhong Qi, but we didn’t expect to force him to take it seriously, the words of the criticism must work, and we took pictures of the silver bracelet. This time, people did not trouble Zhongqi.Since then, he has become more rampant in criticizing words.When encountering the original meaning or a piece of paper produced by the cadres of the commune, they also snatched it and agreed with it.His consent had become customary, and no scrap of paper escaped his fountain pen, his non-binding scrutiny.Fucha likes to be tidy and polite, so he had no choice but to avoid him desperately. As soon as he heard his galoshes and saw him show his face, he put away all the paper things and didn't give him a chance to get his hands on it. .He had no choice but to pretend he didn't see it, and wandered to other places in resentment, looking for something else he could agree to, such as taking the letter from our educated youth from the postman first.Therefore, on each of my envelopes, I left his handwriting agreeing to the address and name of the recipient, and sometimes his bright red fingerprints.

I also had a deep hatred for reexamination, and I was determined to find a chance to deal with him.One day at noon, taking advantage of his dozing off, we stole his fountain pen and threw it into the pond. Two days later, another ballpoint pen appeared on his chest with a shiny metal hook, making everyone helpless