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Chapter 352 Chapter 351 Sandstorm (Second update, please vote)
Tang Zhitong has been in this era for more than a year, and for the first time, he has been evaluated as "ok", "make do", and "reluctant" for his cooking.

It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Faced with the sour tofu that looks like dregs of tofu, Tang Zhitong, a half-assed cook, can't do anything.

Classmate Xiao Wang is a person who listens to advice. After dinner, he went back to the wing to make masks and veils.

Currently, there are no masks such as N95 or meltblown cloth. If ordinary people want to use them, they can only sew them by hand from cloth.

Medical masks are sewn with multiple layers of cotton yarn and do not have elastic bands. They are tied behind the head with cloth strips when worn.

Whether it is for civilian or medical use, it is not a daily disposable product. When it is dirty, it is washed and dried before use. The medical product is cleaned every day and steamed and disinfected at high temperature before being dried and used again.

Xiao Wang's model is naturally for civilian use, and it is also a style tied with a strip of cloth behind the head. There are four of them at once, and they are all used by people who ride bicycles to work.

Tang Zhitong couldn't help much, so he sat aside and told classmate Xiao Wang what happened at today's party.

"How do you plan to help your roommate switch to white potatoes? Do you need me to find someone to help?" Xiao Wang asked while stepping on the sewing machine.

"What's the big deal, why do you still need to intervene? Many employees' food relations are in the escort department. I'll go back and talk to Master Gao in the cafeteria. Then I'll give him the food stamps and ask him to take more with him." The reason why Tang Zhitong said that after drinking was because he knew in his heart that this could be done.

The northwest wind may not necessarily bring cold air, but may also bring sand and dust.

After parting ways with his two sisters, when Tang Zhitong sent Xiao Wang to the north entrance of Fuyou Street, he suddenly said: "Wenwen, today is not a good time to talk about love. Do you know why?"

"Okay, I'll take the lead, and you two will follow behind. Squint your eyes, don't talk, and ring the bell if you need anything. Two bells are long and one is short." Tang Zhitong narrowed his eyes to a slit and warned.

"Shall we go?" Xiao Wang asked after pressing the brim of Tang Zhitong's hat and checking whether his sister-in-law's gauze was tied securely.

In the same way, being naked does not necessarily mean that you are mentally ill; it may also be the mission of your master.

A beard piercing the face is not necessarily a face, a resistance on the shoulders is not necessarily a responsibility, a knife stabbed in the back is not necessarily a knife, kneeling on the ground is not necessarily a begging for mercy, heartbreaking shouting is not necessarily a grievance, rise early It’s not necessarily the sun that wakes up, it’s not necessarily the sunshine that shines on your face, it’s not necessarily your arms that bulges with blue veins, it’s not necessarily the dream that you fall into at night.

"Okay. If you need help, let me know." Xiao Wang raised his head and smiled at his husband, not wanting to bother him at all.

"Because today's love story is earthy." After Tang Zhitong said this, he couldn't help but feel happy. He opened his mouth and took a mouthful of sand, which was crunchy.

Early the next morning, the sky was dirty, as if a yellow filter had been cast on the capital, just like the color last night.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Zhang Guifang smiled with wrinkles on her face, and her attitude towards her son was completely different.

The three of them walked forward silently and picked up Wang Jingying at the south entrance of Wangfujing Street. Wang Jingwen put a set of equipment on her sister before setting off again.

"Okay. I'll ask Gu Mancang tomorrow. If he doesn't refuse, I will have to go to the Escort Department after class and I won't pick you up then." Tang Zhitong came up to rub his ears and temples together and said.

"Mom, it's a bad day today, so don't go out. Close the door and close the windows and rest at home." Xiao Wang, a classmate, told his mother-in-law before going out.

Although he left home earlier today than before, Tang Zhitong was still late when he arrived at school.

"I know, I'm worried about getting pricked. I'll finish making the mask and gauze first." After a slight expression, classmate Xiao Wang pushed Tang Zhitong away because he disliked his pricked beard.

"Why?" Xiao Wang asked through the veil.

After lunch, Tang Zhitong called Gu Mancang out of the dormitory. He didn't care about the sand and dust and pulled him outside the dormitory building.

Some words have to be guarded against the partition wall. The yellow sand is all over the sky. Everyone hangs out in the dormitory after dinner. It is a perfect place for whispering outside the dormitory building.

Although the dust puffed against the classroom windows, it did not affect the students' careful listening. Learning opportunities are hard-won, and many students have a very clear understanding of this.

After cleaning up the dust on his face in the teaching building, Tang Zhitong walked in from the back door of the classroom to start class.

"You still have time to make wisecracks at this time. Let's go quickly and take your time on the road." Xiao Wang smiled, pressed the brim of his hat to his husband, and waved goodbye.

"Man Cang, let's stop talking. Here are two things. We, some committee members, have agreed to give you four kilograms of food stamps this month. I will change the food stamps into sweet potatoes at the end of the month. One kilogram of food stamps can be exchanged for Five pounds of sweet potatoes. If you don't mind, I'll contact you later. We'll make an appointment and I'll tell my family to pick it up at the station." Tang Zhitong put his arm on Gu Mancang's shoulder. On the ground, with their backs to the direction of the wind and sand, they put their heads together and whispered.

"Teacher Tang..." Upon hearing this, Gu Mancang's legs softened and he immediately knelt down to Tang Zhitong.

"Don't bother! Be nice!" Tang Zhitong had quick eyes and quick hands. He didn't care whether he was eating sand or not. He immediately grabbed Gu Mancang and successfully took two mouthfuls of authentic Beijing brand sand.

"I...I...wuwu..." Gu Mancang was so excited that he couldn't speak. He hugged Tang Zhitong and started crying.

"It's a good thing you're not a female classmate, otherwise I wouldn't be able to wash you away if you jumped into the Yellow River today." Tang Zhitong patted the little brother's back, spat out two mouthfuls of sand, and said.

"I... thank you all." Gu Mancang noticed something was wrong and wiped his tears, leaving obvious traces of the dust on his face.

"Let's talk about it privately later. No one else knows about this. Don't make any noise outside. Everyone is in trouble now and can't help." In view of Gu Mancang's sincerity, Tang Zhitong gave one more instruction.

"Well, I won't tell you even if you kill me." Gu Mancang nodded in agreement.

"The second thing is, you're not a big drinker, so don't drink in the future if you can." Tang Zhitong patted Gu Mancang on the shoulder and said the second thing.

"Yesterday, the headmaster also said the same. I won't drink anymore." Gu Mancang is sincere, but he is not stupid. He knows who treats him well.

"Okay, let's go back. After saying three sentences, I took three mouthfuls of sand. Bah! Wipe your face well." Tang Zhitong spit out two more mouthfuls of sand and reminded Gu Mancang.

Gu Mancang was a person who listened to advice. He raised his sleeves and wiped his face vigorously, successfully turning himself into a painted face.

Tang Zhitong stopped talking and dragged Gu Mancang into the dormitory building. Then he pointed to the bathroom on the first floor and said, "Go and wash your face before going up."

After making an appointment with Gu Mancang, Tang Zhitong did not go to the escort department immediately. The first batch of sweet potatoes would not be available until the end of the month, so there was plenty of time, not to mention that the weather today was quite bad.

After class in the afternoon, Tang Zhitong went to the cafeteria to get food. Three five-cent food tickets filled most of the aluminum lunch box.

Fortunately, Tang Zhitong had some space, so he used the action of loading his satchel to cover up and threw it directly into the space. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to bring all the watery things home with him.

Since the road back to the city was windy and downhill, when Tang Zhitong arrived at Beitu, classmate Xiao Wang had just left the office building, and the two of them walked back together in silence.

After arriving home, Zhang Guifang was stuck looking at each other through the window with a broom. When she saw her son and daughter-in-law coming back, she swept them all over her body before letting them in. "Euclidean, there is a letter from you." After entering the room, Zhang Guifang picked up a letter from the table and handed it to Tang Zhitong.

When Tang Zhitong saw the handwriting, he knew it was sent by Ma Kejian, and thought it was sent quickly enough.

"Whose? Come here and wash your face." Xiao Wang washed his face, poured the water outside the door, gave Tang Zhitong another scoop, and asked.

"Okay. It's from Third Brother Ma." After reading it, Tang Zhitong folded the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope, then went to wash his face. It was really uncomfortable to have a layer of dirt on his face.

With her mother-in-law and two sisters-in-law present, Xiao Wang did not ask further questions, but Zhang Guifang asked: "San'er has something to do with you?"

"It's August 15th soon, and there are no mooncakes selling outside. I asked my third brother to find a pastry chef, and I plan to learn from him and make it at home." Tang Zhitong replied after washing his face and wiping it.

"What's wrong with you, you have no mooncakes? Are you still worth the trouble?" Zhang Guifang said with disdain.

"Yes, yes, you're right." Tang Zhitong felt that my mother was a bit prone to menopause and she didn't like anything she did. But that was not the case with classmate Xiao Wang. Everything her daughter-in-law did was right.

"Mooncakes? There are mooncakes to eat!" Fengzhi grabbed the keyword, dropped the pencil in his hand, and jumped three feet high on the ground.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. Where did you get the mooncakes? Do your homework." Zhang Guifang's firepower immediately shifted to the little girl.

Fengzhi didn't dare to talk back, she curled her lips and returned to her seat, continuing to do her homework.

Tang Zhitong pretended to take out the lunch box from his bag, opened it himself and took a bite, then decisively decided to return to the pot and add some ingredients.

After eating, the young couple returned to the wing and boiled water to wash their hair.

Under the firepower of the yellow sand in the sky, besides the face, the head suffered the most.

Even if he wears a hat and scarf, a few hours outside is enough to catch some fish, which is quite a relief.

After washing his hair, Xiao Wang put his legs together on the same side, sat on the edge of the bed, wiped his hair, and asked, "When are you going to learn to make mooncakes?"

"Third brother's appointment is Thursday, tomorrow." Tang Zhitong leaned on his chair, smoking a cigarette and looking at classmate Xiao Wang's swan neck, which looked delicious.

"Can this wind stop?" Xiao Wang asked, listening to the northwest wind blowing through the wall and the treetops outside the window.

"Since Third Brother has made an appointment, I have to go without stopping. I don't think the blowing lasts long, and it might stop in the middle of the night." Tang Zhitong didn't pay much attention to the sandstorm. The current environment is not that bad, and besides, it's Sunday. The first National Games, judging from the video I saw in my previous life, didn’t have the slightest hint of sand.

"Okay, don't leave empty-handed when you go. Do you need me to give you some money?" Xiao Wang wiped his hair half dry, then put it on the top of his head with a drying cap and asked.

"Hey, my wife is considerate." Tang Zhitong accepted happily. When he bought a gun two days ago, he had to pay money to show that he had no money. This time, it would be a bit unreasonable to say that he had money.

Classmate Xiao Wang stood up, took out a roll of cash from the closet, took out ten yuan and handed it to Tang Zhitong: "Just spend it if you need to, don't feel bad."

"Okay! When I come back from my studies, I will make mooncakes for you." Tang Zhitong took the money, stuffed it into his pocket, and slapped him in the face, which was crisp and sweet.

This slap seemed to have triggered some kind of switch. The yellow sand whined outside and the dirty car started driving inside the room...

Early the next morning, when Tang Zhitong was getting dressed, he entrusted classmate Xiao Wang to say: "By the way, our mother seems to be going through menopause. She has been picky and picky with me recently. You can take some time to take her to see a Chinese medicine doctor." , prescribe some medicine.”

Logically speaking, Zhang Guifang is not yet forty years old and has not yet reached the age of menopause, but after years of hard work and other inducements, there is no guarantee that she will go through menopause early.

"Okay." Student Xiao Wang happily agreed while pricking his head.

There is currently no universal health insurance, and only working-class families enjoy the benefit of partial reimbursement for all family members if one person works.

Even so, many workers' parents are generally unwilling to spend money to see if they are not feeling well, not to mention someone like Zhang Guifang who cannot be reimbursed?
A minor illness is delayed until recovery, a serious illness is delayed until death.

The universalization of universal medical insurance was originally a great thing, but as premiums have increased year after year, it has become a burden on many people's families...

As Tang Zhitong said, the sandstorm stopped at midnight last night, but after opening the door, a smell of earthy smell hit our face.

The ground is covered with a fine layer of sand. If a drone flies up to take a picture at this time, it will definitely be a picture of "the city is filled with golden armor".

"Mom, let me sprinkle it." Tang Zhitong saw that Zhang Guifang was sprinkling water to reduce dust, and took the initiative to take over the task.

"Go and eat your food instead of going to school?" Zhang Guifang did not give the basin to her son, but waved her hand to one side impatiently, as if coaxing a fly, and sent her son away.

"Okay, I'm going to eat." Tang Zhitong didn't dare to refute, so he just let it go, as long as his mother had nothing wrong with her health.

Although the sky has cleared up, Tang Zhitong still asked Wang Jingwen and her sister to be fully armed before going out.

Even Zhang Guifang knows to clean her own yard, and people will definitely be organized to clean the main roads. After all, it is about face.

After exiting the alley, Tang Zhitong discovered that the street had already taken action early in the morning, organizing residents to clean up the dust.

The further we walked towards the main road, the more people were cleaning the road, the dust was flying, and it was filled with the smell of fireworks...

No one sprinkled water to reduce the dust. If he wanted to clean up the dust, Tang Zhitong estimated that he would have to sweep it two or three times.

This sandstorm spread over a wide area and dropped a lot of soil. Even Tang Zhitong could not escape the fate of participating in the cleanup, because the college also organized students to clean up the campus.

Well, it’s full of dirt again.

Taking advantage of the large number of people, the college also used loudspeakers to call on students to repair the road on the south side of the college.

Tang Zhitong listened carefully for a while, because there has never been an independent halal canteen in the college. The logistics department changed two idle houses into halal canteens this time, but the road passing by was still a dirt road.

Tang Zhitong did not go, choosing to stay and clean the dust. Someone had to do all the work.

Clean up the dust so that students can return to normal study and life as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)