Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

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The first dinner party in dormitory 219 ended in an anticlimactic manner, and the food was eaten cleanly.

Lu Shi and Gu Mancang both couldn't drink enough. After they went to bed to rest, Tang Zhitong and several other roommates went downstairs to smoke.

"If I hadn't asked blindly..." Fang Qingliang squatted on the side of the road, feeling annoyed.

"I don't blame you, everything has already happened, and it won't change whether you ask or not." Lu Jian comforted.

"I feel bad. I'll eat less and save some for Man Cang." Fang Qingliang said feeling awkward.

"I also want to help Mancang, but three to five pounds won't help. Besides, even if I give it to Mancang, it won't help his family. If I send it back, it will grow hairy when I receive it, right?" Shi Huaian said.

"You can eat it even if you have long hair." Fang Qingliang replied, squinting his neck.

"Let's ask Mancang tomorrow to see if anyone from his family can get to the station. I'll try to solve the problem of transportation and entry. Three to five kilograms of dry food really won't help much. White potatoes will be on the market soon. I'll ask if I can Exchange the food stamps for sweet potatoes, exchange one pound of food stamps for five pounds, and you can live longer." Tang Zhitong felt uncomfortable. He couldn't do large-scale poverty alleviation, but he could still try his best to help such a little brother. Tried.

When applying for scholarships, Tang Zhitong paid attention to Gu Mancang's place of origin and the station where the escort vehicle passed. Fortunately, it was in the north of Henan Province. If it were in the south, even the gods might not be able to save him.

Helping Gu Mancang get some sweet potatoes is not only to help his family tide over difficulties, but also to consider Gu Mancang's future, because when he joins the workforce in a few years, many important positions will have a default bar, and there are relatives at home. Those who died within a few years will not be allowed to pass...

"Thank you everyone. It's up to you to be frugal and generous with your help. In a while, the post office and railways will probably ban the mailing and carrying of food. It's not easy for everyone right now. When the radish harvest comes, if you need it, I can think of it. The idea is to help exchange them for national food stamps." Tang Zhitong took the initiative to show his kindness in order to tie everyone on the same rope.

"I'm also four pounds." Luo Zhiping chose to be in line with everyone else.

With great abilities comes great responsibilities. The man who was discharged and returned to Guajiatun a while ago reminded Tang Zhitong that this level of struggle is not something that ordinary people can get involved in. At the least, one's body will be shattered, and in the worst, the whole family will be destroyed...

"That's a good relationship, so I'll pay four pounds." Shi Huaian said happily.

The north wind blew gently, with a hint of coolness, as if telling Tang Zhitong that cold air was coming.

Tang Zhitong did not rush into the office building. Instead, he lit a cigarette in the corner in front of the building and looked at the scenery and sky.

When Tang Zhitong asked Gu Mancang about the leaves, it was obvious that he was on Gu Mancang's side.

One more thing, in the past two years, BUPT cadres were decentralized. They not only worked, but also shouldered the responsibility of poverty alleviation. They helped the people of Ligezhuang contact and install water pumps, dig canals, and introduce apple saplings and peach saplings. Although the fruit trees have not yet had a good harvest. , but after a good harvest, local people will come to express their gratitude with fruits for more than ten years...

Nowadays, the management of the College of Posts and Telecommunications is not so strict. Although national food stamps are not exchanged, it is not difficult to redeem local food stamps. As long as there is a legitimate reason, such as going out to play, hanging out with classmates, etc., you can redeem it. When the time comes, Holes corresponding to the portion size will be punched on the meal card.

In the yard, several dense willow trees were still swaying their branches, and their leaves trembled gently and made a rustling sound in the wind.

Beitu in early autumn is like a calm elder, standing quietly in the long river of time.

Now everyone is willing to lend a helping hand, and it is more or less related to Tang Zhitong. Whether it is for Tang Zhitong's face or for Gu Mancang's pity, Tang Zhitong is willing to accept this favor.

Tang Zhitong rode his bicycle back slowly, still thinking about poverty alleviation on the way back.

Poverty alleviation is a very great project, which embodies the hard work and dedication of too many people.

There were too many people suffering, and Tang Zhitong couldn't save them, not to mention that he had seniors and juniors, and was full of weaknesses?
"Then I'll do something, and I'll go exchange for food stamps tomorrow." Luo Zhiping was not happy, so he put the butt of his cigarette on the ground and twisted it several times.

"Then I will also contribute four kilograms." Fang Qingliang wanted to contribute a little more, but this kind of thing and this kind of time are all related by the same distance. It is not convenient for him to take the lead, but he decided to help financially in private. The valley is full of light.

Everyone was in low spirits, smoked two more cigarettes and then dispersed.

When Tang Zhitong came to Beitu, classmate Xiao Wang had not gotten off work yet.

Only after being exposed to it can you understand how difficult it is to alleviate poverty. The difficulty is not to work more, but to change the ideological concept of poverty. You can only see short-term gains in front of you, cannot take a long-term view, and the idea of ​​getting rich is not recognized.

"I'll give something, just four pounds." Lu Jian didn't say anything else and set a limit for himself.

"I'll also contribute four kilograms," Dou Yongchang immediately promised.

On the treetops, there are no more chirping sparrows. Occasionally, a few gray magpies jump on the branches, then jump up and draw graceful arcs in the air, adding a touch of vividness to this quiet library.

Looking up into the distance, the sky is a little gloomy and the air is filled with dryness.

Maybe, a sandstorm is coming...

The feeling of the wind and sand hitting his face was unpleasant. As a person who has been there, Tang Zhitong thought that he would have to encourage Xiao Wang to make some masks and veils when he went back tonight.

Sandstorms have a long history and mostly occur in spring and autumn. Many scholars believe that they are related to some kind of glacial climate. Tang Zhitong is not good at this and dare not make any conclusions, but he believes that it is inseparable from human activities.

The ancients had not coined the word "sandstorm" yet, and often used similar words to describe sandstorm weather, such as yellow fog, rain soil, rain yellow sand, soil fog all around, rain soil covering the ground, etc.

Looking at the time of occurrence, either wars or natural disasters caused the fields to be barren and the fields were bare, or the population increased to collect firewood, which caused the cattle mountains to be wiped out.

The weather was dry and things were dry. Tang Zhitong finished his cigarette and made sure that the cigarette butts had been stamped out before walking into the library.

Tang Zhitong did not disturb Xiao Wang's work. Instead, he applied for a borrowing card with his student ID card and went to the reading room.

It had been several days since he had read a newspaper. Tang Zhitong wanted to take a look at what had happened recently, so he took out the second-rate newspaper with a clip from the newspaper rack, returned to the reading table, sat down and read slowly.

Browse the titles and study the spirit carefully.

The news in the domestic version is very exciting, the celebration is coming, good news is coming frequently, and no reporter dares to break the news. Overseas, things are still the same as before, with surging thoughts and uproar all day long, not peaceful at all.

Tang Zhitong kept inking until he was about to get off work, then he got up, put the newspaper back on the magazine rack, and went to find classmate Xiao Wang.

"Didn't you say you won't go home for dinner at night?" When classmate Xiao Wang saw Tang Zhitong, his eyes were full of surprise.

"The head of the department said this morning that after the carrots were produced, some of them would be distributed to everyone. The students were very excited and very efficient. They finished the work in one morning. Everyone had a meal at noon and came back on time." Tang Zhitongle Hehe explained to classmate Xiao Wang.

"Are your hands worn out? Didn't I wear gloves for you?" Xiao Wang's tone changed from surprise to distress, mixed with some blame.

"No one in the class wears gloves. I can't be special. You see, the callus is gone and tender meat will grow out. You shouldn't feel panicked in the future." Tang Zhitong explained with a smile.

"Then I'd rather your hands be rougher and heal slowly. It hurts so much." Xiao Wang held Tang Zhitong's hand and did not dare to touch the area where the purple liquid was applied.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in two or three days. Where's Sister Jiang? Didn't you come today?" Tang Zhitong asked when he saw that Jiang Ye's seat was empty.

"I'm not feeling well, and I'm raising my baby at home." Xiao Wang replied casually, looking like he was used to it.

"Will wages be deducted for raising a baby?" Tang Zhitong asked curiously.

"What kind of salary deduction is this? Who's not pregnant yet?" Xiao Wang, a classmate, has long been accustomed to this.

"Tsk, tsk, you still have better welfare benefits." Thinking about those working-class workers with big bellies who still have to work, or even face reassignments, Tang Zhitong sincerely feels that organized people are happier.

"Isn't this normal? Nowadays, fertility is encouraged, and Sister Jiang is training successors for the country!" Classmate Xiao Wang felt the sourness in her husband's words, rolled her eyes at him, and said.

"Yes, yes, you are right. After two years, we will also train a successor, and then you will rest at home." Tang Zhitong laughed. Human nature is inherently selfish, let alone ordinary people?
"It's not enough to take advantage. It's time to get off work, pack up and go." Xiao Wang didn't feel angry at all. He glanced at his watch, dropped Tang Zhitong, and turned around to pack his satchel.

On the way home, Tang Zhitong told classmate Xiao Wang about making masks and veils.

"We don't need the veil, right? Let's make some masks." Xiao Wang felt a little embarrassed when he thought about wearing a veil.

"Are you embarrassed? The reason why I didn't wear gloves today is because I'm in the same mood as you now. If there is really sand and dust, you'd better wear them, otherwise you'll be disgraced and uncomfortable. Besides, it won't matter if there's a wind and sand. People pay attention to you." Tang Zhitong sincerely advised. The dust is not picky. As long as you go out, it will be eaten up. The dirt on your body is secondary. If you breathe into your nose and mouth, the taste will be... Toothache and cough are both mild, and many suffer from asthma.

"Okay, if there is dust tomorrow, I will listen to you." Xiao Wang listened to her husband's advice and did not insist anymore.

After returning home, Zhang Guifang came out with a happy face and told her son happily: "I grabbed a piece of tofu today, you can clean it up later."

"Okay!" Tang Zhitong agreed happily. He was finally able to eat and serve food at home. As he walked into the house, he was thinking about how to make tofu.

Back in the house, Tang Zhitong put down his bag, washed his hands, and when he was about to cook, he was dumbfounded when he saw tofu.

"Mom, there's something wrong with this tofu. Is it bad?" The tofu I bought this time was different from the previous ones. The surface was black and a little shapeless. Could it be made from black beans with the skin on?

"It's such a lustful thing. I heard it was mixed with bean cake. It's not easy to buy. I almost didn't buy it. Let's just make do with it." Zhang Guifang replied.

"Okay, I'll just make it. How much does this kind of tofu cost per pound?" Tang Zhitong couldn't choose, so he reached out and pinched a small piece and stuffed it into his mouth. He had to know what it tasted before he could start.

"It's 16 cents, but the price hasn't increased." Zhang Guifang sighed slightly. She was not satisfied either. The bean cake was mixed with soybean cakes, and the quality dropped, but the price remained the same. Who could she ask to reason?
"Bah! Mom, I'd better not buy it in the future. It tastes like bean dregs and is sour." Has Tang Zhitong ever tasted this? One couldn't hold it back, vomited it out, and said with a frown.

"You kid, what can you eat if you don't buy it?" Zhang Guifang muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Eat less winter melon and pumpkin, and just eat some pickles. Let's make do." Tang Zhitong mentioned old things again.

"Well, there are still two months until the cabbage harvest. You can't score points after harvesting the cabbage. There are still more than three months of winter. Besides, there are still several chickens to feed. Can they be eaten?" Zhang Guifang asked, calculating the consumption. road.

"Don't worry, it will definitely be enough. I have planted another crop of cabbage in my unit, and I will share some at that time. No, we are planting carrots in school today, and the department head also said that we will share the carrots when harvesting. How do these two places add up? It has to be more than 100 kilograms. If I try to find a way to eat it, I will definitely have enough to eat. Don't worry. " Tang Zhitong can't persuade, he can only find ways to persuade.

"That's okay." Zhang Guifang reluctantly agreed after her son mentioned this.

"Hey, how about we get food from the canteen to our house? But our workplace canteen doesn't cook food in the afternoon, so if you want to do it at noon, you can only do it at noon." Wang Jingwen saw everything and only spoke after her mother-in-law and husband had discussed it. .

"Hey? This is a solution! Tomorrow I will get food from the canteen and bring it back." Tang Zhitong's eyes lit up and he forgot about this problem. The residents had no supply, but many units have their own direct supply channels. Currently, there is no direct supply channel. Pause.

"How expensive is that? A spoonful of each dish costs several cents, which can buy two kilograms of vegetables." Zhang Guifang felt a little worried about money.

"Mom, the food in the cafeteria contains minced meat. If Jingwen and I hadn't found a way, we wouldn't have been able to buy it even if we had the money. Besides, we don't lack this little money. Isn't it just to have food? Are you right?" Tang Zhitong persuaded cheerfully.

Whether the food in the canteen is expensive or not depends on how you calculate it.

If you can’t buy meat outside, the 5 cents a piece with minced meat is not expensive. If it doesn’t taste good, the worst thing you can do is add some soy sauce and cooking oil to the pot in the name of reheating it when you get home.

While you can still buy it at a reasonable price, buy it at a reasonable price. There will be fewer and fewer dishes at this price in the future. Save some space for dishes, and then you can double the price and go out...

"Okay, okay, you have the final say." Zhang Guifang felt that her son was right. She queued in long lines every day, but she might not be able to buy food.

After Tang Zhitong persuaded Zhang Guifang, he turned around and made tofu with a frown on his face.

Given the quality of the tofu, it was difficult for the cook to make it, so Tang Zhitong didn't have any good ideas. He washed a handful of toon pickles, chopped them up, mixed them with some cooking oil, and mixed them with tofu.

(End of this chapter)