Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 809 The Prototype of the 808 Insulated Box is Unveiled
Although Tang Zhitong didn't visit many production teams during his few days away, the geographical span was not small, basically drawing a semi-circle from south to north in the western part of Beijing.

When Tang Zhitong left the city in the transfer vehicle, it was heading southwest, so his return trip this time was heading southeast into the city.

On the way back to Beijing from the west, you can pass by the Beijing Institute of Posts and Telecommunications.

Due to the drought, some wheat in the west has already started to turn yellow and is expected to be ready for harvest in about ten days. Those wheat that has not yet turned yellow will also be ready for harvest in about twenty days.

The school needed time to contact the commune, and the curriculum adjustments also needed time. In order to let her dear classmates experience the joy of the harvest as soon as possible, Tang Zhitong hesitated for a moment, put her longing for Xiao Wang in her heart, and then turned the handlebars and went straight to the school.

Although the students from the Wired Department went out to participate in production labor, Professor Zhou did not go. However, he arranged for experienced students to lead the two groups of students, and he also communicated with the factory.

Because it was Saturday, Tang Zhitong couldn't find Teacher Zhou in the office. Since he was already there, he turned around and went to Class 603 first.

"Wow, everyone's here?" As soon as Tang Zhitong entered the classroom, he saw a group of people gathered in a circle. Among them were two girls. Upon closer inspection, they were Wan Xianghong and He Ping, who did not belong to Class 603. Fengwai also gave Huo Xiaoping a gift.

"Hey, you're always so elusive. The fan is finished, and the insulated box is done, and you're only just showing up now." Huo Xiaoping turned around and greeted Tang Zhitong when he heard the noise.

"Comrades, you've worked hard!" Tang Zhitong laughed heartily, magically pulled out two packets of cherries wrapped in newspaper from his bag, and instructed Wan Xianghong, "Xianghong, take two cherries from anyone's lunchbox, wash them, and I'll treat everyone to some cherries."

"Let's go together!" Upon hearing that there were cherries to eat, He Ping's mouth watered, and he took Wan Xianghong's hand very proactively.

"You guys are working fast, right? Did it delay the model making?" Tang Zhitong cheerfully handed over the conversation after someone complained first.

"Just think of it as a change of pace. Staring at the model all day doesn't give me any ideas." Shi Zhengze didn't take it seriously. Last time, Instructor Zhuang didn't say anything to Tang Zhitong, so complaining about him naturally became a joke.

"Well, I didn't expect the insulated box to have this function. Let me take a look." Tang Zhitong stepped forward, and the other students made room for him.

Although the details of the woodwork in the insulated box are handled very well, it still looks a bit simple. The headboard and footboard are made of solid wood, while the other three sides are enclosed by glass.

There is a small thermometer hanging inside, so that people outside can see the temperature inside directly.

There was a fan humming from the bottom, but it wasn't very loud. Tang Zhitong lifted the glass frame above and put his hand inside to feel the temperature and airflow.

Compared to temperature and wind, hands are more sensitive to wind, but Tang Zhitong did not feel any airflow inside.

"Not bad, at least the kids won't feel the wind inside." Tang Zhitong looked at the IV infusion port and alarm device next to it and was very satisfied with the prototype.

"We have to take good care of it. Xiang Hong and I made a fan a few days ago, but He Ping rejected it, saying the wind was too strong. This was just fixed yesterday," Huo Xiaoping replied with considerable pride.

"So, He Ping passed that test?" In Tang Zhitong's original plan, He Ping met the requirements for the incubator test. As long as she passed the initial test, the live biological experiment could be carried out next.

“Yes, she said we can give it a try,” Bi Bin interjected.

For this insulated box, Wan Xianghong and He Ping have been making frequent trips to the School of Posts and Telecommunications these past few days. As the saying goes, men and women working together makes the work easier. Class 603, this "monk class," has been working with great enthusiasm these past few days, and they have been working hard to make the insulated box according to the design drawings.

Since Wan Xianghong and He Ping both have classes during the day, they usually come over after class in the afternoon to stay for two or three hours.

When they left, Class 603 certainly couldn't let the two girls walk alone in the dark; they had to see them off. And with that, a few classmates' resolve wavered...

"Alright, then we'll listen to the Chief Experience Officer. By the way, how's the budget? Has anyone contributed any money upfront? Give me receipts, and I'll reimburse you all." With such a group of responsible college students, Tang Zhitong was happy to have a relaxed job, only needing to handle the logistical support.

“We didn’t put any money in, and there’s still a lot left.” Bi Bin had previously received funding for the insulated box project, and when Tang Zhitong said this, he started looking for receipts in the inner compartment of his notebook.

"I left mine at the school, I'll get it for you later." The prototype has been built, the project can be considered complete, and all outstanding payments should be settled. Huo Xiaoping was well aware of this.

"Just give me the receipt, take the money first. I'll make another one in the next few days, then I'll contact the hospital and send it to them so they can try it out." Tang Zhitong took the receipt from Bi Bin, but didn't accept the money.

It's been a long time since we started making the incubator, but we haven't given Lü Lixian any feedback yet. This time, we'll make a big one. If it works well, we can send it to the hospital for emergency use after the trial is completed.

While the group was talking, Wan Xianghong and He Ping had finished washing the cherries and returned. Tang Zhitong invited all the students in Class 603 to come and share them.

Although the students in one group did not participate in the design and manufacture of the insulated box, this opportunity to lay a solid foundation among the masses should not be wasted on a few cherries.

"He Ping, what would be a better way to verify this? A kitten? Or a puppy?" Tang Zhitong stopped eating after two cherries. The unprocessed cherries weren't sweet enough, and the pits were large with little flesh, so the eating experience needed improvement.

"Cats and dogs are not easy to find, so I thought I'd try using newly hatched chicks." He Ping, however, really liked these cherries, grabbed a small handful, and slowly savored them.

"Okay. I'll go out and raid bird nests tomorrow and bring you two over." Seeing that He Ping had his own plans, Tang Zhitong thought that when he got home, he would use his special ability to search the trees along the street and he was sure he could find a few suitable lucky birds.

“It’s not worth you making a trip for such a small thing. We’ll just go out for a walk and find a whole nest.” As the leader of the third group, Tang Zhitong often asked Bi Bin for leave. Bi Bin knew that Tang Zhitong was busy, so he took the initiative to step forward and take on the task.

"That works too. Once the product is finalized, I'll apply for a subsidy to celebrate with everyone! It has to include meat!" Tang Zhitong hadn't really been involved in the insulated box project from start to finish, except for the magnets. It was only right that he properly thanked these lovely college students.

Tang Zhitong's large pancake made the students in Groups Two and Three scream with excitement.

Although college students are considered the pride of heaven, it is now very difficult for them to eat meat.

Residents at least have meat coupons, so they can buy some as long as they line up early. However, the school cafeteria has clearly reduced the supply of meat and vegetables, only providing 20 or 30 servings a day, and most students can't get any at all.

Having finalized the details about the incubator, Tang Zhitong didn't linger, but before leaving, he called Wan Xianghong out.

"Xiang Hong, how are things on your end? Is that guy surnamed Yue still taking classes with you?" Although Tang Zhitong knew that the guy surnamed Yue had acted like a true hero, greeting "Tang Bao" like Xu Xian playing with a snake, a week had passed, and who knew if he had already forgotten the pain after the wound had healed?
"No." Wan Xianghong shook her head, her face showing a look of disgust and disdain, and said to Tang Zhitong, "I heard that Mao Lazi fell into his pants, and he acted like a hooligan in public. The school gave him a punishment, and he has been suspended from classes for the past few days and locked in his dormitory to reflect on his actions."

"Alright, tell me if he misbehaves again." What kind of punishment is suspension for reflection? Tang Zhitong was not satisfied with this result, but he couldn't openly interfere in the school's affairs.

However, there is a way to deal with this. If the man surnamed Yue does not learn his lesson, Tang Zhitong would not mind letting "Tang Bao" have a close encounter with the man surnamed Yue every now and then.

I guess by then people won't believe the story about the hairy caterpillar falling into his pants anymore, but will think that the man surnamed Yue has a special fetish, right? Once this story spreads, whether the man surnamed Yue is in school or after graduation and being assigned a job, I'm afraid the rumors that he has a special fondness for hairy caterpillars will circulate in the community.
I'm afraid I'll never find a partner in the future.

Thinking of this, Tang Zhitong even hoped that Yue would forget his past mistakes and continue to lecture Wan Xianghong, otherwise he would have no reason to take action...

"Xiang Hong, what did Xiao Tang say to you? Why is your face red?" After Tang Zhitong left, Huo Xiaoping, who had been waiting in the classroom for a long time, came out.

"I didn't say anything, why are you so nosy?" Wan Xianghong glared at Huo Xiaoping, leaving him alone outside to enjoy the scenery, then turned and went into the classroom to find He Ping.

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When Tang Zhitong arrived at Zhou Zheng's house with ease, he found Zhou Zheng tutoring his child with homework, but the atmosphere was not very harmonious.

"How about I come back another day?" Having heard the "bang bang bang" knocking sound through the door and now seeing the ruler in Zhou Zheng's hand, Tang Zhitong immediately felt that she had come at the wrong time.

"Since you're here, please have a seat." Zhou Zheng's wife, as if afraid that Tang Zhitong would run away, pulled him into the house. With outsiders present, Old Zhou wouldn't be able to hit his son again, would he?
"We don't have anything good to bring right now. We saw some cherries for sale on the way here, so you can keep them for your junior brother as a snack." The cherries were prepared before entering the house. Tang Zhitong felt sorry for the child crying so hard, so she took them out as soon as she entered.

"How could I have given birth to such a thing? It's so stupid, it's nothing like me!" Zhou Zheng angrily threw the ruler on the table, making a loud "thud" that startled the child.

"How is it not like you? Let Xiao Tang be the judge. Doesn't this look just like you?" The teacher's wife was about to exchange a few polite words with Tang Zhitong when she heard Zhou Zheng say that the child looked just like Old Wang next door, and she immediately became unhappy.

"Teacher's wife, calm down. The teacher was just saying it casually." Tang Zhitong didn't want to get involved, but in this situation, she could only step in as a peacemaker. After speaking, she had to appease Zhou Zheng: "Teacher Zhou, my junior brother is just young and has potential. He'll be fine once he matures. Besides, parents shouldn't have to do all the tutoring themselves. With so many students, you should at least let them contribute their time and effort."

When it comes to tutoring children, it usually ends in chaos, even if the parents are top-notch teachers, because the children simply won't listen.

Even top-tier teachers have to find other top-tier teachers to tutor their sons and children. This approach not only helps children understand the lessons but also effectively boosts GDP, making it a win-win situation.

"Forget it, let's not talk about him anymore, he's annoying." Zhou Zheng rarely acted so lively, waving his hand to avoid the topic, and then ordered his wife, "Bring the notebook from my desk."

He then said to Tang Zhitong, "Your sister's college application list is ready. Let me tell you about it, and you can take a look."

"Oh, thank you, Teacher Zhou." Tang Zhitong quickly thanked him, took out a pen and paper from his bag, ready to take notes at any time.

This interruption meant that Zhou Zheng's wife didn't have time to be polite with Tang Zhitong. She first brought over the notebook, then went to find a basin to wash the cherries.

Zhou Zheng compiled a very detailed list, covering almost all the universities in Beijing.

The admission scores for each university in Northeast China over the years, as well as the number of students admitted, are all clearly stated.

Tang Zhitong was overjoyed and wished he could copy it word for word into his notebook.

"Don't bother copying it, it's too much trouble. You can take it back with you later." Zhou Zheng said, tearing off the copy he had prepared.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhou." Tang Zhitong accepted the letter with both hands, intending to make a copy for Tang Rong and send it to her later, so that he could keep a copy in case the letter was lost or something.

“The scores for these schools are similar to your sister’s current scores, so they can all be considered as her first choice. The chances of her being admitted are quite high.”

I heard that this year's enrollment quota has been released, and it has increased by about 18% compared to last year.

These schools with higher admission scores also offer a chance of admission.

You can take this as a reference.

Zhou Zheng pointed to those pages of paper in the distance and said.

"Okay, I'll take a closer look later." Tang Zhitong said she would take a closer look later, but her eyes never left the form filling guide.

Zhou Zheng compiled a very detailed list, listing the names of majors suitable for girls at each university in Beijing, along with the admission scores for each major.

The overall ranking is based on the score line from highest to lowest.

Tang Rong listed the universities she was relatively confident about in the middle, enclosed in curly braces, with the word "match" written next to them; those whose scores were not quite high enough, such as Tsinghua, Peking University, and Renmin University, were listed above, with "risky" written next to them; as for the universities below, they were marked with the words "waste of points".

This guide is very well made and very useful for Tang Rong. I just don't know if it will cause a rush of applications after other students refer to it. I must make this clear to Tang Rong when I write the letter.

"Xiao Tang, have some cherries." Zhou Zheng's wife washed the cherries and brought them over. She didn't leave immediately but instead helped Zhou Zheng take credit: "Old Zhou has been writing and drawing at his desk a lot lately. I asked him and he said he prepared them for your sister. Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied. When my sister arrives, I'll have her tutor my junior brother." Tang Zhitong replied with a smile, planning to prepare a thank-you gift for his teacher later.

"Why are you saying this? The child has cried enough, go watch him do his homework." Zhou Zheng was somewhat disgusted by this blatant attempt to take credit, so he frowned and sent his wife aside.

“I received a letter from you a while ago, and I forwarded it to the security office,” Zhou Zheng said, turning to Tang Zhitong.

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Zhou." Tang Zhitong didn't know who had sent him the letter, so he put the matter aside for the time being and told Zhou Zheng about his ideas for enriching college students' productive labor.

"Your idea is excellent! I'll talk to the department head tomorrow, and maybe we can promote it throughout the entire school. Can the commune even use so many people?" Zhou Zheng's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he was very supportive of the idea.

Everyone knows that there is a temporary difficulty in food supply. This measure can not only solve the problem of arranging production and labor for some students, but also give students the opportunity to eat their fill for a few days. The food saved can also be used as reserve food for the school. It is a win-win situation, and the college has no reason not to support it.

"No problem, there are plenty of wheat fields in the commune," Tang Zhitong said confidently.

Every summer harvest, except for those who were bedridden or hungry, everyone in the production team who could walk had to participate, even those who were still wearing open-crotch pants, who would follow their older brothers and sisters to pick up ears of wheat.

At that time, more than 200 million farmers will be busy with the summer harvest, while the entire college of post and telecommunications has only about two or three thousand students, which is inconspicuous when scattered in the fields.

(End of this chapter)