Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 344 Chapter 343 Reading
After the scholarships and receipts were distributed, the students in Class 593 of the Cable Department suppressed their cheers, but their expressions were filled with joy.

Tang Zhitong couldn't help but think of the first time he got his salary. At the time, he thought it was such a big sum of money, but after paying the rent, he looked again...

I can’t help but spend it!
Tang Zhitong looked at his classmates, his face showed shyness, longing and excitement, and he was full of yearning for the future life.

As a life committee member, Tang Zhitong had not disclosed to the public what Teacher Zhou had told him in the past few days, so he took this opportunity to pick up the blackboard eraser and knocked on the desk again.

After the students calmed down, Tang Zhitong said: "Students, everyone came to the College of Posts and Telecommunications from all over the country to study, forming a big family like our Class 593 in the Cable Department. I am very honored to serve as the life committee member. If there are any classmates If you encounter difficulties in life, you can come to me and talk about it, and we can work out ways to overcome it together.”

"Our college has regulations that boys cannot enter the girls' dormitory. I can't observe what difficulties you have in life. Six Golden Flowers of Class 593, if you have difficulties in life, come to me directly. Don't be shy. Classmate Liu Changling, you As the head of the dormitory, I usually pay more attention. If there are any classmates who are embarrassed to speak, please tell me privately. "As a life committee member, it is also necessary to pay attention to the living conditions of girls, Tang Zhitong said to the girls in the class.

Liu Changling is the director of the girls' dormitory. She comes from a worker's family and has a cheerful and generous personality.

"Okay, Teacher Tang." Liu Changling stood up and agreed readily.

"Classmate Liu Changling, don't be led astray by them, just call me by my name." Tang Zhitong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly corrected him.

"I heard the class monitor call you Teacher Tang. Is it okay if I call you Teacher Tang?" Luo Zhiping's voice was louder just now, and was heard by many classmates, including Liu Changling.

The cornmeal was permed by Zhang Guifang, and it was indeed mixed with some millet flour. Tang Zhitong secretly put some chestnuts in it when making it.

"Okay!" Once he heard about the help, how could Gu Mancang refuse? However, the silly kid felt that something was wrong after taking the steamed buns, and he didn't react for a while.

"It's mixed with some millet noodles." Tang Zhitong wondered if that taste was right? I often get involved in personal activities.

"Okay." Gu Mancang has no doubt that with him, no one will suffer any loss.

Tang Zhitong's words came out smoothly, and Lu Jian's eyes showed admiration.

"Yes." Gu Mancang nodded heavily after hearing what the two eldest brothers said.

"The people in Sijiu City are issued food stamps at the moonlight. The food stamps are divided into coarse grains and fine grains. They are all proportional. How can it be possible to make flour in the morning? I have two younger sisters at home. Save some flour for them." Tang Zhitong shook his head. Deny it, there must be some people who can eat bread from the sky, but they are definitely not ordinary people.

"Teacher Tang, I heard they don't eat white noodles here in Sijiucheng? Why do you eat steamed buns so blindly?" Lu Jian asked Tang Zhitong with a curious look on his face as he gnawed on the steamed buns.

"Department Principal, Teacher Tang, I'm thinking of treating you two to a meal. Thank you for helping me." Back in the dormitory, Gu Mancang mustered up his courage, his face turned red from holding in his clothes, and he was holding on to the hem of his clothes, feeling heavy with breath. said.

During lunch, Gu Mancang rarely ordered two dishes.

"Hey, you really are like this. Let's try another one." Lu Jian gave Tang Zhitong a thumbs up and pushed the steamed buns in his lunch box lid to Tang Zhitong.

"Yeah, I took advantage." Tang Zhitong could only take the steamed buns and push the lunch box lid back to Lu Jian.

"Come on, Mancang, you are welcome to see me. Let's try some instead. I see that the color of the steamed buns brought by Teacher Tang is different from the ones in our school cafeteria. I will try them both today." Lu Jian put down one piece and handed the other to him. Gu Mancang.

Seeing this, Tang Zhitong understood a little bit. Lu Jian was taking care of Gu Mancang and was worried about hurting his self-esteem, so he used this method.

"I'll give you a piece to try. How can steamed buns be as delicious as steamed buns?" Tang Zhitong couldn't decide whether Lu Jian really wanted to try it, or if he wanted to eat white noodles again, so he broke off a piece and confiscated the steamed buns.

"How can I take advantage of you?" Lu Jian disagreed, pushing the steamed bun towards Tang Zhitong, and took the initiative to break off Tang Zhitong's remaining half and take it over.

"Hey, Teacher Tang, this tastes wrong!" Lu Jian took a bite of the steamed bun, chewed it twice, his eyes lit up, and he said to Tang Zhitong.

"Okay, thank you Mancang. We are all classmates. There is no need to be so polite. Let's eat together." Lu Jian is a talkative person. He noticed Gu Mancang's embarrassment and patted him on the shoulder. He said cheerfully and said His lunch box was also moved towards the middle.

"Okay, then feel free to do whatever you want." Tang Zhitong decided not to dwell on this issue anymore. Calls other than names were like nicknames. The more he tried to correct them, the more counterproductive it would be. Besides, Tang Zhitong planned to keep a low profile and didn't want Luo Zhiping to expose himself. People made noises about attending classes.

"Let's eat together. Be more confident and bold in the future. You are no worse than anyone else. It's not your fault that your family is poor. Now that you have been admitted to university, your life will be better in the future." Tang Zhitong also patted Gu Mancang's shoulder and said The dish I brought was placed in the middle.

"Let the dormitory chief say this, I also want to try the staple food in our cafeteria. Mancang, do me a favor and give me the remaining half of the steamed bun." Tang Zhitong broke off a large piece of steamed bun and handed it to Gu Man Cang, his tone is firm and his words are tempting.

"Smells, delicious." Lu Jian nodded and gave a thumbs up.

"It's okay to eat it occasionally, but if it's delicious, it has to be steamed buns." Tang Zhitong disagrees. No matter how many ingredients are mixed with whole grains, it's okay to eat them occasionally. But if you eat too much, you'll still feel tired. But it's pasta, because of its texture. Okay, it tastes delicious no matter how you cook it.

"I agree with this. I never get tired of eating steamed buns. When I was at home, I would go to school and take advantage of it." Lu Jian had a complicated expression and shook his head with a helpless smile.

"Hey, if it's delicious, I'll buy it. I want to buy it but I don't have a meal card yet." Tang Zhitong joked. Three steamed buns a day cost almost ten yuan in food expenses in a month. Ordinary college students can't afford it, but people like Lu Jian This income is absolutely fine.

"Teacher Tang, you can use my meal card to buy it." Gu Mancang suddenly interrupted.

"What? You can't eat the ration? I'll use your meal card, what do you eat?" Tang Zhitong asked, somewhat surprised.

Nowadays, you use a meal card to buy meals in the canteen. The punch card is not punched according to the date, but punched according to the two numbers of the meal. If you eat too much this month, you will get it back next month.

Tang Zhitong heard that the meal cards used to have slashes drawn on them, but later during logistics recycling, he found that someone had used a blade to scrape off the slashes, taking up more of the quota, so he switched to the punching method.

"I...I'm used to being hungry. It doesn't matter if I eat less." Gu Mancang said to Tang Zhitong with a harmless smile.

Tang Zhitong could roughly guess what was going on in Gu Mancang's hometown. The last time he passed by, someone had already robbed the train.

It would be a lie to say that there was no disturbance in his heart. Tang Zhitong felt that he was really defeated by Gu Mancang's innocence and lack of shoes.

Even without shoes, Gu Mancang came to school barefoot, and only when he got to school was he willing to take out a pair of straw sandals to wear... Under such conditions, he was willing to give a portion to Tang Zhitong. What was the difference between chewing pickles and rewarding the anchor?
"Mancang, thank you. I have enough food in my ration. As for you, don't just study. Although our college does not have a dedicated library, there is still a library. It is on the second floor of the basic building. Take your student ID card You can get a library card in the past. You can read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. Traveling thousands of miles is too expensive. Borrowing books is free. I believe you should take the time to borrow more books, especially novels and history books. It will help you." There is a difference between Tang Zhitong and the anchor, because he has a conscience, and after thinking about it for a while, he gave Gu Mancang a suggestion from the bottom of his heart.

They are all raised by their biological father, and they are just classmates. Tang Zhitong has no obligation to tutor Gu Mancang little by little. Instead of letting him go out in society and get bruised and bruised, it is better to let him gain knowledge in books.

Forget it if it’s a thick black genre. Don’t say there aren’t professional books that have been opened and shredded. Even if there are, you have to proceed step by step.

"Mancang, listen to Teacher Tang, you really need to read more books and make up for the missed classes." Lu Jian also agreed with Tang Zhitong's suggestion, patted Gu Mancang on the shoulder and said, as for what classes you missed, He didn't say it, but he understood everything.

"Okay, I'll listen to the headmaster and Teacher Tang." Gu Mancang grinned and agreed without doubting that he was there.

After finishing the meal and cleaning the lunch boxes, Tang Zhitong went to bed and squinted for a while.

The scorching heat has subsided, and I can sleep in the dormitory at noon. If it is midsummer, I am afraid I can only go downstairs to hide in the shade and find a vent to enjoy the coolness.

There are two basic classes in the afternoon, physics and chemistry.

Tang Zhitong flipped through the textbook, listened carefully for a while, and found that he knew everything. After all, he had grown a brain.

So I found the professional textbook I brought with me to study the lessons I missed yesterday on my own, and then made up for my homework.

That's the good thing about college, the atmosphere is relatively free, and homework doesn't have to be handed in the next day. You can hand it in before the next class after you finish it, or even hand it in together with the homework for the next class. It's nothing more than talking to the substitute teacher. Brother said hello.

When Teacher Zhou told Tang Zhitong not to fall behind in his studies this morning, his face was very solemn.

Tang Zhitong had a vague feeling that this might be related to what Fangyuan said about some teachers' opinions on the existence of Weipei.

Now that he has this kind of consciousness, Tang Zhitong will naturally not postpone it until the next class. He will start making up homework in the basic class and hand it in after class.

Today's homework books are very distinctive, the kind that open and close from left to right, with the word "Study" written in Mao style on the cover, which does not mean to study hard, but comes from the name of a magazine.

After two major classes, Tang Zhitong not only finished yesterday's homework, but also completed today's homework.

After handing in his homework, Tang Zhitong packed up his things and prepared to go to Beitu to pick up classmate Xiao Wang.

After Tang Zhitong went downstairs, he saw students in twos and threes walking southeast with buckets on their heads.

At present, only the northeast corner of the College of Posts and Telecommunications has unfinished buildings, and the southeast corner is deserted. I heard that a small garden is planned to be built there. Firstly, there is no manpower available for construction, and secondly, the season is not right now, so it is postponed. down.

Tang Zhitong was so curious that he rode his bicycle and went around the campus. He stopped for a moment when passing by and saw a classmate from the next class in the cable department.

Tang Zhitong silently gave the department director a thumbs up in his heart. He was not only fast, but also someone who understood farming.

The recent drought is indeed not conducive to the growth of crops, but the temperature is suitable for the growth of carrots. As for irrigation, the tap water of the College of Posts and Telecommunications is not subject to supply restrictions, and there is no shortage of labor, so students can bear it bucket by bucket.

When Tang Zhitong came to Beitu, the door was still open. There were many people entering and few going out.

It was the staff who went out. It was already six o'clock. Except for the staff on duty in the reading room, the rest had basically left work on time.

The people who come in are all studious and motivated young people who go to the reading room to read when they have time after get off work.

Although classmate Xiao Wang was not on duty, she did not get off work because she was waiting for Tang Zhitong.

When Tang Zhitong came to Xiao Wang's office, she was holding her chin in her left hand, holding a pencil in her right hand and tapping the tip of the pen on the paper rhythmically on the table, making a "dang-dang" sound. I don't know, she thought she was practicing typing in Moore's code.

"Are you in a hurry?" Tang Zhitong knocked on the door, walked into the office, opened his arms, and opened his arms, waiting for classmate Xiao Wang to fall into his arms.

"No." Classmate Xiao Wang was tough-mouthed, but physically honest, and performed a suckling swallow jumping into the forest for Tang Zhitong.

The impact represents classmate Xiao Wang's attachment and nostalgia for Tang Zhitong. Fortunately, there is a buffer in the middle, otherwise he would definitely be panicked.

"Look, there's no one in the office." Tang Zhitong reminded classmate Xiao Wang, patting him on the back.

"Don't think too hard. Let's go home." Xiao Wang's face turned red when her husband said this. With a push of her hand, she jumped out of Tang Zhitong's arms, grabbed her satchel and walked towards the door.

"Where did you want to go? I just wanted to tell you to go home." Tang Zhitong couldn't laugh or cry. Playing with flowers also depends on the person and the occasion. There is no need for a legitimate couple to go to the warehouse or the cellar. Doesn't the bed smell good?
"Huh!" Xiao Wang obviously didn't believe it. He stood at the door, holding the lock, and waved to Tang Zhitong who was standing in the office.

"Let's go." Tang Zhitong walked out of the office and stood waiting for Xiao Wang to lock the door.

"I gave the pencil case to Sister Jiang today, and she liked it very much. Many colleagues praised how beautiful it was and also placed orders with me." Student Xiao Wang locked the door and showed off to her man with a proud tone.

"Just come here if you're busy. If the leather is not enough, I'll buy it." Classmate Xiao Wang was happy, and Tang Zhitong was naturally happy.

Speaking of which, only workers in units like Beitu would be willing to bear such small leather items. They are all intellectuals and have high wages.

For example, students at the College of Posts and Telecommunications have to weigh it carefully. Sixty cents is already close to two days of food expenses.

"I'm so busy that I don't have much money at home." Xiao Wang responded happily, without any awareness of low-cost labor.

Tang Zhitong could only shake his head at this, thinking that Quan was helping, and could not calculate it according to the principle of commodity value, otherwise he would definitely only lose money, but not make any profit.

(End of this chapter)