If it comes, then let it be

raised medicinal herbs and grain; the street immediately arranged a factory job; catching Dieter became famous and brilliant.and then, in a carefree and unrestrained manner, he lived a life of debauc...Tang Zhi-tong sat against a big tree, his eyes scanning the banners and flags from the construction site. He looked up through the gaps in the leaves and saw the cloudless sky. The word “Loneliness” was written large on his face.

Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other text!

Tang Zhitong was reborn, stepping on the tail of the first golden decade. He was a temporary worker on a construction site.

Because it was a key project, temporary workers could earn six cents per day's work and receive three meals. Ordinary laborers only received three meals but no pay. This temporary job was thanks to Tang Zhi Tong's acquaintance; otherwise, he wouldn't have been chosen.

This is a great era, but for a young person in the 21st century, life and work are much too hard.

Fortunately, Tang Zhi-tong had a benefit from his transmigration - a personal warehouse. The warehouse came with a time standstill attribute (due to the recognition of the master, no one except Tang Zhi-tong could enter, but it could accommodate anything other than living people).

Tang Zhitong's job is to clear weeds and shrubs from the construction site. They are generally turned over several times and exposed to the sun for a few days. The weeds are burned directly, and the shrubs are pulled to the kitchen as firewood.

After getting the portable warehouse, Tang Zhitong would secretly put plants into it at night. Larger branches were dragged to the kitchen.

>

Over the past few days, Tang Zhi's warehouse had already accumulated quite a bit of weed and shrubs.

"Daydreaming again" Ma San walked over, sat down beside Tang Zhi Tong, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, struck a match to light it, flicked it away, then stretched his arm up, retracted it, clamped the cigarette between his index finger and middle finger, took a deep puff, pulled the cigarette away from his lips, and the smoke drifted out of his nostrils. "Why do I feel like you've changed"

Ma San's surname was Ma, his given name was Kejian. He was a Han Chinese and the third son in his family. He was Tang Zhi's childhood friend. Because he had acne when he was young, leaving scars on his face, the neighbors called him Ma San'er.

"Maybe because he died from heatstroke once, that was a shock." Tang Zhi'tong stopped looking at the sky and looked sincerely at Ma San, saying: "Thank you, Third Brother. If it weren't for you, I would be dead by now."

“You're really slapping me in the face with that! All I ask is that you be more careful from now on. You work for me, remember I brought you here to do odd jobs, not to risk your life. If anything were to happen to you, how could I explain it to my family” Ma San was dressed in a yellow-green uniform, with one hand holding a cigarette and the other fanning himself with his boat hat—yes, that very boat hat that existed briefly in history—“I heard you've switched to the night shift and are doing a good job. Just do what you can and take care of yourself.”

“Don’t worry, Third Brother. After this ordeal, I’ve also come to understand. The body is one's own, and one must first take care of oneself before having the opportunity to make a contribution.” Tang Zhi-tong smiled at Ma San, “If we were to go through something like this again, the whole family wouldn’t be able to bear it.”

"That's what I wanted to hear." Ma San smiled with relief, took another deep drag of his cigarette, and reluctantly tamped the short stub into the soil. "In a few days, all this grass and trees will be cleared. Then we'll dig the lake, build the bridges and pave the roads, which will take another four months or so. Once that's done here, I'll send you to the kitchen to do some odd jobs."

“Is this appropriate” Tang Zhitong hesitated a little. Ma San managed the kitchen here, but these days, it's important to avoid nepotism. Doing this could easily give his childhood friend a bad reputation.

"It's alright, Wu Zuo Chang knows about your heat stroke. I talked to him a couple of days ago and told him about your situation. He agreed to let you go to the kitchen. As for Gu Toudi, you have to thank him properly. If he hadn't found you with heat stroke, things could have been really bad for you afterwards." Tang Zhi Tong had met Wu Zuo Chang, who Ma San was talking about. He was the person in charge of this site's current project.

Ma San finished speaking, stood up and patted the dirt off his buttocks. He put on his hat, said something to the effect of "The kitchen still has things to do," waved his hand, turned his head and walked away, not taking a cloud with him.

Masa San'er is carefree, partly due to her personality and partly because of her good family circumstances, which give her confidence.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Master Ma's ancestors were engaged in honest labor. Later, a certain generation of ancestors squandered their fortune by making and selling longevity paste, leading to bankruptcy. Their descendants had no choice but to become cooks for households. This is what is known as "running the kitchen" - entering the service of others as cooks.

It's easy to squander wealth but difficult to rebuild it. Several generations of the Ma family after that tried to revive their ancestral business, but all failed. However, they managed to make a living.

Even so, the Ma family's financial situation was still considered top-notch among their neighbors.

Later, Old Master Ma, for his son's future prospects, simply sent his son to join the army.

Ma San'er's stirring spoon and chopping skills were honed from a young age, making him highly proficient. Although he had been in the army for less than a year, his outstanding performance quickly earned him the position of squad leader for the cooking unit.

When Ma Sanshi joined the army, he happened to be in a period of transition in military conscription. His service coincided with the return of troops from the Korean War and the subsequent reduction in personnel due to the withdrawal of forces. The timing made things exceptionally difficult for him.

How can one express gratitude for the help of a close friend

After thinking for a long time, Tang Zhitong glanced at his short outfit. The skin exposed to the sun was tanned black. He smiled wryly and thought, "Let's protect myself first, and then think about thanking people later."

If I die from overwork, shouldn't my parents in the previous timeline be compensated

The other day, I was also cursing heaven and earth in my heart, trying to return to the prosperous times. One night, I even tried to drown myself, wondering if I could go back. Alas, Tang Zhi-tong of this time knows how to swim.

The person didn't die, but he did drink some water. Not bad, the spring water that Aixinjueluo Niu Pifen boasted about is really good.

In life, death is the only truly important thing. Tang Zhi Tong pondered that since he couldn't go back, he had to make use of the current conditions to prepare himself, so he could live a more relaxed and carefree life in the future.

From my workmates, I heard that the agricultural satellites have been launched one after another, and water conservancy projects are also progressing rapidly. However, it remains to be seen whether small blast furnaces will be built next...

Time is of the essence, discard that useless sense of loss! Seize the opportunity to stock up on supplies, otherwise you'll have plenty of opportunities to eat the northwest wind!

Tang Zhitong calculated that he should start by hoarding free things, such as the collected weeds, which could be used to raise rabbits in the future; the spring water tasted good and could also be stored in the warehouse; the burned wood ash could be used as fertilizer to grow vegetables in the courtyard.

As for other materials, it's difficult. It takes more than just money; you need channels as well.

Take grain as an example, it has already been implemented in a two-tier system. Individuals who buy commercial grain can purchase grain at designated points with their ID cards. Currently, it's possible to buy an extra 30 to 50 kilograms per month. Any more than that will be difficult.

As for buying from villages or markets, the operability is also weak because they sell raw grain. Even if you can buy it, processing it is a problem.

If we wait another two or three months, the market will basically disappear and there will be nowhere to buy grain.

Now that he had neither money nor connections, Tang Zhitong knew he couldn't steal. He had his own bottom line; otherwise, what was the difference between him and a beast

It is said that scholars are quite popular and have good treatment. However, most scholars have backbone, but their own bones are too soft to hold up a bowl of hard-earned rice.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Tang Zhi-tong looked up at the sky with both eyes, there was really no good way. Who told him his family was ordinary He could only seize the opportunity and try his best to create opportunities!

Before Tang Zhi-tong, he had also seen some protagonists who were full of BUFFs: after crossing over, his high-ranking parents died for public service, leaving him with cash and an empty house; the protagonist made meritorious service, retired and received awards; signing in brought meat, eggs, and sugar; space farming raised medicinal herbs and grain; the street immediately arranged a factory job; catching Dieter became famous and brilliant.

and then, in a carefree and unrestrained manner, he lived a life of debauchery, with three wives and four concubines, stealing other people's wives, sleeping with widows, disrupting the order of marriage, engaging in schemes for personal gain, and toiling away to sell meat and grain for money to buy antiques.

As a freelance worker without a house or land, arriving in this era, they are brazenly posing as the old masters of the past right in front of the Forbidden City gate.

tsk tsk tsk, those Cao thieves are really bold!

This reminded Tang Zhi-tong of a book review: there were once two people inseparable, one surnamed Zhen and given name Xia Ji, the other surnamed Ba and given name Luan Xie. People on the street would call them: Zhen Xia Ji Ba Luan Xie!

The thing people are most unwilling to admit in their lifetime is that they are ordinary.

Here's the translation, keeping the HTML tags as they are:

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Tang Zhi'tong, after enduring the harsh realities of society in two lifetimes, clearly recognized that his family was ordinary and he himself was ordinary.

To be specific, a household with a per capita income of less than eight yuan is considered a poverty-stricken family. [China's Contemporary Social and Cultural Interview Records, 2016 edition, p. 313] Although there are documents requiring the supplementation of poverty-stricken families' income to reach a per capita average of eight yuan, difficulties abound in its implementation, and execution is highly flexible.

Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!

When Tang's father was bedridden for half a year, he could only receive 60% of his salary each month, which was about twenty-five yuan. In addition, Tang's mother made some matchboxes in her spare time, and the whole family's monthly income was only thirty yuan.

Thirty yuan supported a family of five, even though Tang's father's medical expenses were fully covered by the unit. Life was still tight, let alone with three students at home, school fees, stationery and books were all expenditures.

To this, Tang Mu was anxious, but she had no way to solve it. She even discussed with Tang Fu about letting her daughter drop out of school and work part-time to support Tang Zhi Tong's studies...I heard you've switched to the night shift and are doing a good job. Just do what you can and take care of yourself.”“Don’t worry, Third Brother. After this ordeal, I’ve also come to understand. The b...