Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 399 398 laughs:)

Zhang Guifang left food for her son, but the whole family was not waiting for him tonight.

"I've bought the chimney. You can go back to the house and measure it later." Xiao Wang said as he served Tang Zhitong a bowl of millet porridge.

"Well, it's pretty fast." Tang Zhitong complimented smoothly. Xiao Wang, who has such great execution ability, only mentioned it this morning and bought it in the afternoon.

"Aren't you afraid of delaying the great inventor's drawing?" Xiao Wang accepted Tang Zhitong's praise and replied.

"Well, let me write down the data first and polish the manuscript tonight with suggestions for changes. Shall we give the manuscript to our mother after get off work tomorrow?" Tang Zhitong is very concerned about the review of the manual. If it can be released one day earlier, a lot of things can be solved one day earlier. Human suffering may save some lives.

"Okay." Student Xiao Wang naturally had no objection to this.

"You want to make your own stove? Is that okay? Don't make it unusable." Zhang Guifang saw her daughter-in-law taking back the chimney and didn't ask what it was for. After listening for a while, she understood and simply asked her son.

"It will definitely work, it will definitely work." Tang Zhitong replied to his mother with confidence.

"I don't know where you get your confidence. I haven't seen you have this ability since you were a child, so don't waste your money." Zhang Guifang still didn't believe in this and complained.

Zhang Guifang just shook her head and said nothing more.

"I think the chimney Jingwen bought is quite thick. You have to pay attention. It's hard to buy coal in winter." The chimney is thick and uses more coal. Seeing that his son was very confident, Zhang Guifang didn't hit him anymore, but still reminded him.

Since the homework needs to be handed in tomorrow, and the feedback on the manual will be tomorrow afternoon, the revision of opinions can be moved back a little, so Tang Zhitong plans to finish the homework first.

When Tang Zhitong was in primary school, there was a text in the Chinese textbook, "Coordinated Methods" written by Hua Lao, which opened the door to logical and reasonable time arrangements for primary school students.

Xiao Wang doesn’t like the smell of kerosene lamps, so he uses candles here.

"Don't you learn this in Hongzhuan University?" Tang Zhitong asked in surprise.

"I know, Mom. This stove burns wood, not coal. I have friends in the lumber factory, so you don't have to worry about firewood." Tang Zhitong explained to his mother while eating.

In the main room, the kerosene lamp was lit for the two sisters Fengzhen and Fengzhi to do their homework, while Tang Zhitong and classmate Xiao Wang returned to the side room.

Tang Zhitong sat under the lamp, doing today's homework, while classmate Xiao Wang sat aside, holding his chin and looking at his husband with admiration.

"Don't worry, I know what I know." Faced with his mother's complaints, Tang Zhitong couldn't reply. The original owner really didn't have the ability in this area, but the old ghost who came through it was well-informed, not to mention that he went to the College of Posts and Telecommunications for further study. For a while, it was a buff.

"Hey, how much will it cost?" Zhang Guifang shook her head and sighed. She didn't know how expensive oil, salt, firewood and rice were without running a household.

"Mom, don't worry. I have a way to solve it. It won't cost much. It's all just trivial. It definitely can't be calculated at the price of normal firewood." Tang Zhitong didn't expect to face this problem so early. He made an excuse I haven't made it up yet, so I can only fool around.

Since then, Tang Zhitong has rationally arranged his life, work, and study according to the priority of urgency, and his efficiency has been greatly improved.

"Nothing like that. I mainly want to learn some ideas, theories, and things related to the daily work of the library." Xiao Wang shook his head.

"You are so good. You can solve such difficult questions. It looks like you are reading a book from heaven." Xiao Wang said after seeing Tang Zhitong start to pack up the textbooks and homework books.

As luck would have it, the power went out after we finished dinner!

At present, the price of briquettes and honeycomb briquettes supplied in Sijiucheng is 0.0115 yuan/jin, the best hard coal is 0.0148 yuan/jin, the price of kindling firewood is 0.03 yuan/jin, and the price of large pieces of firewood is slightly lower, but not much lower. .

Although Xiao Wang’s grades in middle school were good, he only graduated from junior high school. The dance school did not have any cultural courses except Russian courses. He learned Russian in order to facilitate communication with the coaches there.

As we all know, firewood is not as durable as coal. If you rely solely on firewood for heating, the cost of use will be much higher than using coal.

There were two big classes today, and there were not a lot of homework. Tang Zhitong finished them in half an hour.

Tang Zhitong did not mention moving the 58-type civilian dual-purpose stove that Xiao Wang just bought this year to the main room for use at this time, because he knew that Zhang Guifang would definitely refuse if he mentioned it now, so he would wait until the new stove was ready.

"Oh, it's pretty good. I'll use it at work in the future. What I learned is of no use and I won't be able to use it at work in the future." As we all know, majors and work sometimes have nothing to do with each other. More It is important to value the way of thinking learned in college.

"It won't be in vain. You can tutor your younger brothers and sisters. When we have children, you can also tutor your children." Xiao Wang didn't agree with her husband's words.

"No, I don't have the patience. I'm afraid I'll get whipped with a rolling pin." Tang Zhitong shook his head and rejected Xiao Wang's proposal. Usually, his father is kind and his son is filial, and he tutors people all over the world. One experience of this kind is enough. There is no need to go there. Relive.

"Are you so unsure of yourself? I think you can be a good father." Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Classmate Xiao Wang felt that her husband was very good, so naturally she didn't want to believe his denial of her.

"Hahaha, thank you for your approval." Tang Zhitong put away the textbooks and homework books, and took out the manual. The few suggestions he wrote last night were a bit hasty, and it is better to be more careful in the wording. After all, those editors are all medical professionals. Industry leaders or future leaders.

Tang Zhitong first changed the part about disinfection, giving himself a pretense of "communicating with medical staff about disinfection and infectious diseases." It was recommended that one person should be disinfected. After each patient is replaced with a sterilized needle, it is absolutely forbidden for multiple people to use the same needle at the same time.

As for the disinfection method, it will definitely take the trouble of professionals to test it and find an economical, affordable and easy-to-promote method.

In short, Tang Zhitong was sincere in his attitude, modest in his words, and drafted another draft eloquently.

"Please help me take a look and see if there is anything that needs to be revised." After Tang Zhitong finished writing, he handed the manuscript to Xiao Wang who was standing aside.

Classmate Xiao Wang did not refuse and took it with a smile.

Since the light of the candle was limited, Xiao Wang first pulled the chair in the direction of Tang Zhitong. After sitting down, he looked over it by the candlelight and found nothing wrong.

Tang Zhitong took the opportunity to change his opinion on adding illustrations. This time from the perspective of a young man who graduated from junior high school and had no contact with any medical knowledge but was bent on making progress, he sincerely proposed several points to the editing experts. The actual "request".

After handing this draft to classmate Xiao Wang, Tang Zhitong raised his hand and looked at the time. It was already ten o'clock.

At this point, there was still no call. Tang Zhitong knew that the electricity was too bad today to call again.

Tang Zhitong did not organize his subsequent comments, but stood up and measured the inner diameter of the enamel chimney with a ruler.

Whether it is a galvanized sheet chimney or a black iron chimney, they all have a certain degree of ductility. However, the enamel chimney cannot be stretched due to the material. Therefore, when making the flue interface of the stove, a certain amount of space must be reserved according to the inner diameter of the enamel chimney. space. This is done to lock the enamel chimney on the flue interface to prevent smoke leakage from the flue mouth.

After Tang Zhitong wrote down the data, he neatly arranged the things scattered on the desk, prepared to wash up and rest, and would do the rest in class tomorrow.

"Everything is very good, why don't you change the rest?" Xiao Wang asked after reading the revised draft with two opinions and handing it to Tang Zhitong.

"Don't change it, save some candles." Tang Zhitong put away the things, took out the footbath from under the bed, mixed cold water and hot water, tested the water temperature with his fingers, raised his head and said to Xiao Wang, "Come here quickly Wash your feet. What are you thinking about tonight? "

"Bah, you think about dirty things all day long, don't you think I like to look at you?" Without outsiders present, Xiao Wang's words became more sharp.

"Your look reminds me of a poem." Tang Zhitong was not angry. He took off the footcloth to Xiao Wang, sat aside and lit a cigarette.

"What poem?" Tang Zhitong quoted from before when he was talking about how to eat pineapples. Today, classmate Xiao Wang really wants to hear what poems her husband can quote about washing feet.

"It's about love, listen up. What is the right person? Someone who laughs when he sees you, and someone who makes you laugh when he sees you." Tang Zhitong took a puff of cigarette and clearly hyphenates the words that he once had decades later. A popular sentence was read slowly.

Classmate Xiao Wang thought about it for a while, understood it, and said in surprise: "It's so beautiful! Did you write it? I've never heard of it before!"

"I think I wrote it." Tang Zhitong admitted vainly. Which man can withstand the adoring gaze of the beauty in front of him? This kind of innocuous thing, just "borrow" it.

"Is there anything else? Just one sentence?" Xiao Wang asked eagerly.

"No more. This poem is just like you. A little more will make you fatter, a little less will make you thinner. This is just right." Tang Zhitong's little words of love are like pots just coming out of the kiln - they are thrown one after another. Classmate Xiao Wang.

Hearing what her husband said, Xiao Wang's face looked coquettish. He read it softly to himself and said regretfully: "The artistic conception is long, but it's a pity that there is only one sentence. It will definitely be published, but the manuscript fee is a little less."

"This is what I wrote for you. I wrote down the joys of the boudoir in a small notebook. I won't publish it." Tang Zhitong shook his head and rejected the proposal of classmate Xiao Wang. A poem like this really doesn't get much money. After all, poetry is Remuneration is calculated based on the number of lines, so many poets' writings are so long that they can be broken into sentences with three words.

The origin of modern poetry is not that long ago, and it is still there now. In another twenty or thirty years, it will usher in a carnival climax where poetry can be used to cheat food, drink, and firewood, and then gradually decline.

As for quality, Tang Zhitong has always disdained to comment on it.

A piece of paper with a dozen or so words printed on it would be more appropriate to say it was a waste of paper if it was used to untie the big fingers.

What's more, those who urinate far or near, and those who urinate shallowly or deeply, have little to do with ordinary people. They are nothing more than a group of people enjoying themselves and using this excuse to transfer benefits.

Hearing what Tang Zhitong said, the smile on Xiao Wang's face became even brighter and sweeter.

After Xiao Wang quickly wiped his feet clean, he took the initiative to take off his husband's shoes and socks, and stretched out a pair of delicate hands to wash his feet...

This kind of treatment, tsk tsk tsk, Tang Zhitong couldn’t even dream of it! I have to say that times are changing very quickly.

The next day, Thursday.

After Tang Zhitong came to the classroom, he was multitasking as always.

While listening to the class, I polished the remaining two suggestions.

Regarding the mutual conflict between drugs, Tang Zhitong used his own "made-up" knowledge to elaborate on it. He just heard that a certain family gave the wrong medicine during infusion and almost failed to save it.

Even if an expert was more serious and asked Tang Zhitong to find this person, he could definitely say that he listened to the fishing guy next to him while fishing and could not find the person at all. This is called "advance to attack, retreat to defend".

In fact, Tang Zhitong is not worried about the conflict between drugs. Decades later, although nurses will check the patient's name and drugs again and again when dispensing and infusion, there will always be a few accidents. What's more, there is no such management system now?

When it came to the last chicken blood treatment, Tang Zhitong hesitated again. He really couldn't find a good excuse to stop it. The experts hadn't verified it yet, so he stopped it? It would inevitably leave the impression of being conceited or not rigorous to the author.

After much hesitation, Tang Zhitong decided to write it down and use his spear to attack his shield.

Chicken blood therapy has not undergone large-scale clinical verification and subsequent effect follow-up testing. In order to avoid delaying patient treatment opportunities, avoid causing physical harm to the people, and avoid causing economic losses to the people, it is recommended not to promote its use.

What Tang Zhitong writes is true. Now that chicken blood therapy has not become popular in Sijiu City, Aunt Qi is willing to exchange eight pounds of millet for a small rooster. When it becomes popular, the price of roosters will inevitably rise sharply. In the end, it will be affected by It is the patients and their families who are harmed.

Tang Zhitong checked these two opinions and made sure there were no typos before adding them to the manuscript. He didn't have glue on hand, so he would wait until he went to Chunshu Hutong. If Ye Zhijuan felt it was inappropriate, it would be easy to take them out.

In the afternoon, after Ye Zhijuan read some of the opinions compiled by Tang Zhitong, instead of taking them out, she praised them: "It's good, very insightful, and the words and phrases are chosen very accurately. I don't need to change it, just paste it directly."

"It's all thanks to Wenwen's guidance." Tang Zhitong complimented Xiao Wang.

"Don't blame me, I didn't change a word for you." Xiao Wang gently pushed the credit back to Tang Zhitong, then took his mother's arm and asked: "Mom, will the eucalyptus be here?" Leave your name on the book?"

"This opinion will be submitted to experts for review. If adopted, it will probably not be a big problem. What? Do you want to be famous?" Ye Zhijuan asked.

"It's not for the sake of fame. If Eucalyptus's name appears in the editor's list, I plan to buy a few copies for collection after it is printed." Xiao Wang replied without hiding his true thoughts.

"It's really a shameful thing. I'll ask later." Ye Zhijuan expressed her understanding.

"Thank you, Mom." Tang Zhitong expressed his gratitude at the side. He had no obsession with whether he could leave his name. As long as Xiao Wang was happy.

In this era, being able to publish a huge article in a newspaper is a very honorable thing. Otherwise, Zhang Guifang would not have posted the newspaper that Tang Zhitong had published on the wall, not to mention this kind of establishment of a book. pass? It’s like smoke rising from ancestral graves!
After decades of Internet development, everyone can make their voices heard and express their opinions on the platform. Print media has declined, but before the Internet became popular, there were many people who were obsessed with publishing books and biographies.

Those who are capable will write some memoirs of themselves or celebrities, while those who are less capable will buy their own book number and publish them at their own expense.

There are even many smart scammers who take advantage of the opportunity to create a list of 100 people in a certain industry, specifically targeting people with a little bit of fame and money.

If you pay any amount of money, you can get a color book with your own profile picture and introduction. This kind of book does not even have an ISBN, because the scammers have no intention of entering the market. They are just plundering the wool!

(End of this chapter)