Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 473 Chapter 472 What you learn from books is always shallow

Grandpa Gao talked to Tang Zhitong about many past events, most of which were on the battlefield, and the protagonists were mostly his comrades-in-arms who sacrificed their lives.

"What a good comrade! He never complained about the hardship or tiredness in battle and was always at the forefront. Such a good comrade was injured and was finally carried down from the front line, but the bandage was made of some dirty rotten cotton and the medicine was fake. Such a good comrade was gone just like that. Damn it!" At the end of his speech, Grandpa Gao clenched his fists and was filled with righteous indignation. From his expression, one could tell that he hated those black-hearted capitalists to the core and wished he could eat their flesh alive.

"It's really hateful. Even if it collapses, it won't make me feel better." Tang Zhitong had heard about this matter. It caused a big fuss a few years ago and was reported in newspapers several times.

"Damn it, it's all thanks to the new society. If it were in the old society, all of his clan would be implicated! What's even more hateful is that some people are obviously our comrades, so how could they be so confused?" Grandpa Gao added with dissatisfaction.

"Alas, it's probably because my will is not strong enough." Tang Zhitong knew that Mr. Gao was talking about the umbrella behind these black-hearted suppliers.

"You are a good boy. Work hard and don't make any mistakes." Grandpa Gao warned.

"Don't worry, this is the good thing about me. I'm not greedy and I will never take what I shouldn't take." Tang Zhitong has a bottom line in his heart. What's more, as a time traveler with a space to rely on, he doesn't look down on other people's melons and fruits.

"Yeah. Not bad, not bad." Grandpa Gao nodded with satisfaction.

"Hey, Uncle Gao, it's getting late. I have to go back. I'll come to see you next time." Tang Zhitong watched the sky outside gradually darken. Just now, classmate Xiao Wang came down to look for him out of concern.

"Go back, go back, and live a good life with Wenwen." Grandpa Gao stood up, limped to open the door for Tang Zhitong, and sent him out.

When walking upstairs, Tang Zhitong felt much calmer. It was true that there was a group of people messing around, but at the same time there was also a group of people working hard to correct their mistakes and deal with the natural disaster.

"Did you chat with Master Gao?" Ye Zhijuan asked with a smile after returning home.

"Well, Grandpa Gao has a lot of stories, and I was very educational after listening to them." Tang Zhitong nodded and replied.

"Well, Master Gao's life was not easy. He came back from the front line with a broken leg. The gauze and bandages were substandard, so he almost had to have his leg amputated. After he came back, his superiors assigned him to the public security department. He said he was a disabled person and chose to come here to guard the gate. Most of his comrades-in-arms died, and most of his salary was sent to their families. He didn't tell you all this, right?" Ye Zhijuan gave a general introduction to Lao Gao's situation.

"No, he talked about his comrades. He said he didn't want others to forget what they had done." Tang Zhitong shook his head.

"I knew it. Master Gao is a good person, but he is too stubborn." Ye Zhijuan sighed and shook her head.

"Mom, I see Master Gao lives alone. Has he never been married?" Stubbornness is not a problem. As the saying goes, the land of gentleness is the home of heroes. Even the finest steel can be turned into a soft silk.

Master Gao is a nice person. He might be talking to me because he feels lonely. If he continues like this, his later years will inevitably be lonely.

"Well, our Women's Federation has wanted to introduce him to someone more than once, but Master Gao insisted that he was a cripple and didn't want to be a burden to others. He's a stubborn old man." Ye Zhijuan nodded and explained.

"It's true... it's so nice to have someone who understands your feelings." Many of those who came back from the battlefield had stress conditions or even violent tendencies, but in this era, they could not take care of these things.

"Master Gao has doubts. He has no one around him, so he has the final say on how to spend his salary. If he finds a wife, he will have to set aside more to support his family." Ye Zhijuan told Tang Zhitong what she had heard from somewhere else.

"What? Do you want to be a matchmaker for Grandpa Gao?" Classmate Xiao Wang was eating the Iraqi dates he had saved before. He took a bite and found them too choking, so he walked over and stuffed the rest into Tang Zhitong's hand.

"No. I just think he's a little lonely." Tang Zhitong shook his head in denial.

Grandpa Gao had no bad intentions towards himself, and it was just a cigarette butt, not a big deal. But it also made him alert that he has not yet fully integrated into this era, and some of his behavioral traits need to be improved.

It's a bit of a stretch to say that I'm indebted to him, but I can't deny it. However, it's not to the point of tying a red string.

Classmate Xiao Wang covered her mouth and laughed, but did not point out anything. The two of them had been together for a long time, and her husband rarely asked about the personal situation of unrelated people.

"There's still some stuffing left. Let's chat while we wrap it." Ye Zhijuan stood up and suggested.

Xiao Wang said nothing, but looked at her husband, waiting for Tang Zhitong's decision.

"Mom, we won't eat here anymore." Tang Zhitong stood up, stuffed the dates into his mouth, and waved to Jingying and Jingmin: "Come, I'll tell you a little trick to eat rice at home."

When the two little ones heard this, they immediately gathered around.

"This way of eating is called lard rice. Put the rice right out of the pot into a bowl, scoop a spoonful of lard on it, pour some soy sauce on it, mix well and you can eat it. It's similar to the last time you made soup, and the amount is also similar, don't put more. If the lard is finished, tell me in time. You can also use sesame oil if I don't bring it here." The two little ones already had experience in making soup, so Tang Zhitong didn't demonstrate it in person this time.

As for whether it tastes good or not, that depends on personal opinion. Anyway, Tang Zhitong thought it tasted okay.

The sky was still gloomy and the sun was not visible, so it seemed a little late. It was actually only around five o'clock.

There is limited nightlife right now and not many people are walking on the street, but there are a few gentlemen sitting in Boss He's tavern.

It's not that there aren't customers who would linger for two hours over a glass of wine. According to the older generation, you can't kick people out, even if they just drink without ordering any food.

The scene before us is a bit like that in some places in Jiangsu Province, where young people are required by their parents to go home before nine o'clock, and their nightlife outside is strictly restricted.

What Tang Zhitong couldn't understand was that despite such strict management at home, the number of balloons consumed in a year had long been ranked No. 1 in the sales rankings of various provinces across the country. How was it possible?

"I left some dumplings for you two, please eat them." While eating, Zhang Guifang took the steamed dumplings out of the pot and placed them in front of the two of them.

"Mom, we've had lunch. Give them to Fengzhen and Fengzhi." Xiao Wang looked at Tang Zhitong and moved the dumplings towards his two younger sisters.

"Well, we can just have some pickles and some fish soup." Tang Zhitong took a look at the pot. Today they had steamed buns and there was still some fish soup left. The only drawback was that no dishes were cooked tonight.

"Hey, is the kimchi you made ready to eat?" When Wang heard the word "pickled vegetables", she thought of the Sichuan kimchi her husband had made. As for BJ's spicy cabbage, she had almost used it up from eating in Canada during this period.

"I think the radish tops are ready to eat. I'll go get some to try." Tang Zhitong stood up and took out the jar of kimchi. As soon as he removed the upside-down bowl on top, a sour smell immediately hit his nose.

When Xiao Wang, who was standing nearby, smelled the food, he began to drool reflexively.

"The taste is quite good." Tang Zhitong used clean chopsticks to take out a bowl.

There were all kinds of things, such as radish tops, peppers, carrots, etc. Because they were spicy, no one except Xiao Wang would eat them. Tang Zhitong guessed that this bowl could be eaten by her.

"Let me try it first." Student Wang couldn't wait to pick up a radish leaf and put it in his mouth.

The spicy and sour taste made her appetite grow. She took a bite of the steamed bun immediately, and after swallowing it, she commented to her husband: "It's delicious and goes well with rice!" "Okay, eat it. You can send some to mom on your way tomorrow. As long as we have the brine, we can keep adding vegetables to it. Our family will never be short of Sichuan pickles in the future." Tang Zhitong happily turned the bowl upside down again.

Although the dinner was not very sumptuous, everyone was quite satisfied with the food because of the Spanish mackerel dumplings.

After dinner, Tang Zhitong saw that it was still early, so he said hello to Zhang Guifang, took a cabbage and went out to borrow tools from someone, as he had promised to make the sled for Wang Jingmin.

To make a sled, you need a carpentry tool - a plane.

The plane is said to have been invented by Lu Ban. It is a special tool used by carpenters to level and cut wood.

Lu Ban invented many things and has many titles. He is recognized as the ancestor of the carpentry industry. But when it comes to his real name, perhaps fewer people know it. Lu Ban's original name was Gongshu, and his given name was Ban.

Planes come in large, medium and small sizes, and their uses are similar, but each corresponds to a different stage of cutting wood.

Tang Zhitong only borrowed a handful of cabbage.

It's not something very delicate, as long as there are no splinters on it.

There was no shortage of wood at home, so Tang Zhitong first used an axe to level the ground, roughly cut out the shape, and then nailed a small stool.

Most carpenters nowadays use traditional techniques. Not many use a vise. Most of them use a stool with a stopper and nail them together by themselves.

Simply put, it is to nail a piece of wood at one end of the bench as a block, then place the wood to be processed on the bench against the piece of wood, and cut it from the other end with a planer.

It was too cold outside and there was no light, so Tang Zhitong used these simple tools to process in the side room.

"Are you tired? Do you want to take a break?" Xiao Wang couldn't help, and she felt distressed when she saw her husband sweating profusely in thin clothes.

"It's okay, just plane a few more and nail them down." It looks easy for others to do, but it's not easy at all to do it yourself.

Tang Zhitong originally wanted to make wooden boards, but now he gave up. Making the wood needed for the sled frame would be a victory. As for the rest, he would go to Zhang Bo at the lumber factory to purchase the goods tomorrow.

"I had one when I was a kid, but I lost it when we moved." Looking at her husband shavings of wood, Wang said with a look of nostalgia.

"You were so lucky when you were a kid. I always rode on my third brother's sled. I pulled him and he pulled me. We didn't feel tired at all. We played all day long. We didn't want to stop even when our cotton shoes and pants got wet."

"Won't you get beaten when you get home?"

"I beat him, and then I put him in the quilt to keep warm. One time, I was too engrossed in playing with my third brother, and he got a fever that day. Then his sled was not saved because it was put into the stove by Uncle Ma and burned. Now think about it, what does the sled have to do with it? It's all because I was young and couldn't control myself."

Ma Kejian, who was far away in the South Barracks, sneezed twice for no apparent reason, which caused Wang Yan to complain: "You are so grown up, why don't you wear more clothes?"

"Hey, it's okay. I'll write a letter back to Anzi. You go to sleep first." Mark Jian took the coat handed to him by his lover, put it on, patted his lover's hand, and said.

"You two are really something. You are not far away from each other. Why don't you sit down and chat together? Isn't that better than writing a letter?" Wang Yan returned to the bed, wrapped herself in the quilt, leaned against the headboard, and complained.

"He has to go to school and work, how can he have so much time?" Mark Jian replied without even turning his head. He lowered his head and thought about what to write while thinking about it.

"Then don't forget about the synagogue. Thank him." Wang Yan reminded.

"Well, I can't forget it. Don't worry about it. Talking to you always interrupts my thoughts." Ma Kejian nodded. Wang Yan mentioned the recruitment of workers in the synagogue.

Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ma Kejian mentioned to Tang Zhitong that he wanted to move into the auditorium, but was persuaded by Tang Zhitong's advice. Facts have proved that this move was the right one.

There were a few young people in the unit who had the same idea and also found someone to lobby for it, but they were later called out for a one-on-one talk and did not end well.

On the contrary, I was praised for my work at the sports meet and was promoted to a higher level.

Those who also participate in the security work of the sports event but find others to do the work will not receive the same treatment.

"Tsk, you're just a rough guy with no ideas." Although Wang Yan said this, she didn't interrupt and let her man concentrate on replying.

Mark Jian pretended not to hear and wrote back at his desk.

In fact, Ma Kejian was also puzzled. Tang Zhitong used to be like a piece of wood, but in the past two years he seemed to have become a different person. Not only did he do things well, but he was also very accurate in seeing the problems!

Of course, Mark Jian didn’t think too much about it, because this was his half-brother!
While Ma Jian was writing the letter, Wu Haiyang was not idle either. He was scratching his head and organizing his experimental notes.

Wu Haiyang originally thought that this time's "heating device" would be the same as the ideas and equipment Tang Zhitong had proposed the previous two times, and he would just have to step in to coordinate, which was something he was good at.

I didn't expect that this specific matter would fall on my head this time. It was really like shooting myself in the foot, and it broke my own foot.

Director Liu said a lot, but his words all meant one thing: this thing can be used, but its practicality needs to be verified, and its specific significance will have to wait until it is figured out.

It has to be done, but whoever proposes it will be responsible for it, and the unit will not send anyone to support it.

This is simply killing me. How the hell do I know anything about chemistry?
In addition to the compatibility ratio, you also have to consider what material to use for packaging, the reaction speed under low temperature conditions, etc. It’s a headache just thinking about it.

During this period, Wu Haiyang asked his wife to tutor him despite her big belly. Then at work, in addition to handling daily affairs, he also had to go to the laboratory to explore and verify.

Although I still occasionally make mistakes about oxidation and reduction, I can now write chemical formulas properly, and I have a good grasp of the molecular formulas and atomic weights of carbon, water, iron, aluminum and other ingredients involved in this formula.

There is no other way. Even if we do experiments, we have to verify them theoretically first.

Wu Haiyang is now very confused. He received a letter from Tang Zhitong, but doesn't want to reply.

What do you mean by impatient, you can't eat hot tofu? It's better to watch the fun than to make trouble, right? I trusted you so much, but I dug a hole and almost buried myself in it.

Wu Haiyang now only wants to figure this thing out as soon as possible, and never wants to touch chemistry again in this life! !
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