In 1978, I was admitted to Harbin Institute of Technology

Chapter 36 God opened a door for Xie Wei, but eventually closed a window for him?

"In fact, the school's major can also go in the direction of tank design, but you have to be assigned by the school after graduation."

Xie Wei felt it would be impolite not to answer, so he comforted the other party.

"There are ten majors in the school, none of which have anything to do with tanks. Now we've entered the experimental class..."

Feng Ke sighed.

"How is it not related? A tank is an integrated engineering system. Its armor, power, transmission, suspension system, etc. are all related to basic advanced mathematics, physics, and chemistry. The fire control system, in particular, is a combination of multidisciplinary knowledge such as computer science, optics, and mechanics."

Xie Wei walked to the table and put out the cigarette in the ashtray.

Hearing these words, Feng Ke's eyes lit up.

Soon, it dimmed.

Does Xie Wei know a lot about tanks?

He probably has never seen what a tank looks like.

"Haha, squad leader, stop comforting me. I'm luckier than that guy Li Chuangxin. He wanted to study aerospace and make rockets, but when he came here, he found out that our school's aerospace major had been packed up and moved south along with the aerospace and electronics departments of Harbin Institute of Technology in the 70s..."

"..."

Xie Wei really didn't know what to say.

When the college entrance examination was just resumed, the application process was not standardized.

The media is backward and information is underdeveloped.

Candidates have few sources of information and have almost no knowledge of the school and the major.

Many people apply for the exam without knowing what their major is.

The worst thing is that when you get the admission ticket and fill out your application, it involves schools related to national defense and military industry. The majors are confidential, so you can only fill in the application form for that school.

The major you study is assigned by the school and has nothing to do with the students.

"Class monitor, why don't you go to Peking University or Tsinghua University?"

Feng Ke was curious about why Xie Wei came to Harbin Institute of Technology.

This kind of genius would be among the top students if he went to Peking University or Tsinghua University.

Can get more resources and care.

"It's just like you. My previous advanced mathematics teacher was a professor from Harbin Institute of Technology. I only found out after I came here that Harbin Institute of Technology was split up as early as 70..."

Xie Wei lied casually.

"This……"

Suddenly, Feng Ke felt the distance between Xie Wei and him.

Nearly.

We are both fallen people from the end of the world.

Such a genius, but he chose the wrong school.

"Alas, I was completely in the dark when filling out the application form... I don't want to know about the universities and majors before applying, unless there is someone familiar with them. Let's go eat."

Xie Wei sighed.

He had already packed up, picked up the rectangular aluminum lunch box, and called Feng Ke to go to the cafeteria together.

"Squad leader, this is a small lunch box? Can it fill you up?"

Looking at the small lunch box in Xie Wei's hand, Feng Ke was a little shocked.

Xie Wei looked at Feng Ke in confusion.

"This lunch box can't hold 4 taels of rice, and there are also vegetables."

Feng Ke explained.

"I can't eat that much. Two taels of rice and some vegetables are enough."

Xie Wei was a little speechless, "Let's go."

real or fake?

Feng Ke looked Xie Wei up and down.

He is quite tall, about 175cm tall, and even a little thin.

Isn't it true that thinner people can eat more?
After Xie Wei walked out of the dormitory, Feng Ke hurriedly picked up his enamel soup bowl and chased after him.

Along the way, Feng Ke introduced the cafeteria to Xie Wei:

The canteen is opposite the main building. There are four independent one-story bungalows, from one stove to four stoves. Stove one serves rice; stove three serves noodles; stoves two and four serve coarse grains.

The kitchen number is printed on the meal tickets students receive.

The stove number does not match the stove, so I cannot cook.

They were not in the same class before. Xie Wei's fine grains were in the first stove, while Feng Ke was the Khan of Ludong and preferred pasta, so he went to the third stove next door. Perhaps he went there because he didn't want to eat with Xie Wei.

After separating outside the cafeteria, Xie Wei entered a kitchen only to find that the area where people served food and dishes was still crowded.

The few tables were full of people.

"Wow! You're using a bathtub to carry food? (Actually from National Tsing Hua University, borrowed)"

There was a bathtub filled with steaming rice, and next to it was a paint-chip table with several white enamel plates filled with dishes.

One person collects meal tickets and the other person serves the meals.

The students lined up in front.

The meal tickets are printed on slightly thicker cardboard by the school, with coarse grains and fine grains printed on them.

queue.

Pay for meal ticket.

"Two taels? Is that enough?" The person who collected the meal tickets was a skinny middle-aged man in his early forties. When he saw that Xie Wei only gave two taels, he frowned.

Those queuing behind looked at Xie Wei in surprise.

Most girls eat three taels, but a guy like this only eats two taels?
"Teacher, I'm from the South."

The teacher who collected the meal tickets nodded and said that the southern students did eat much less than the northern students.

The plump middle-aged lady who served the food took a look at Xie Wei's thin body and shook her head silently.

He scooped up a large spoonful of rice with the long handle in his hand, almost filling up Xie Wei's small aluminum lunch box.

"Auntie, I can't eat so much."

"Others complain that they don't have enough to eat! Look how thin you are. Now that you've come to school, won't your mom feel bad if you lose so much weight?"

Xie Wei was very embarrassed by the complaint from the lady serving the food.

Only after he emphasized once again that he was from the south did the aunt reluctantly scoop some out of the lunch box.

In the minds of Chinese people, there is only a distinction between north and south, and there is no concept of south, north, and southwest.

Xie Wei comes from the southwest, which has always ignored the north and the south and has always been independent.

Canan.

Can be north.

The two vegetarian dishes are stir-fried lotus root and shredded potatoes with vinegar.

The side dishes include braised tofu with minced meat sauce and stir-fried lung slices with sauerkraut.

The main dish is braised pork and stewed eggs.

"One serving of braised pork with egg, one serving of minced meat with tofu sauce, and one serving of shredded pickled cabbage and potatoes."

Xie Wei took out a vegetable ticket with a printed denomination from his pocket, counted out 38 cents for the vegetable money and handed it to the ticket collector.

"New students?"

The teacher who served the food did not rush to collect Xie Wei's meal ticket, but asked him with a frown.

"Ah."

Xie Wei nodded.

The cafeteria staff wanted to remind Xie Wei, but thinking that they were all educated youth who had suffered a lot and that it was just the beginning of the school year and they wanted to have a bite to satisfy their cravings, they didn't say anything.

"Classmate, your lunch box can't hold it all. Get a bigger one next time."

The teacher felt embarrassed as he looked at Xie Wei's lunch box which was almost full of rice.

Immediately, Xie Wei used a spoon to push the rice aside and pressed it hard towards the side.

The lunch box was soon about three-fifths empty.

A big spoonful of braised pork and egg filled the lunch box so much that it was almost overflowing.

The chef who served the food even felt that the amount he scooped out for Xie Wei was not enough, so he scooped out half a spoonful of broth from the basin, but it ended up not holding any more.

"Uh~"

The portions in the cafeteria are so big!
The portion of a dish in the cafeteria is almost as large as that in the state-owned restaurants in Chengdu.

In desperation, he took the 1.8-cent food ticket from the staff and carefully found a seat with his lunch box.

I have to say that as an old key university, the food in the cafeteria is not only generous in portion, but the cooking skills of the chef are also top-notch.

Xie Wei felt full after eating the extra-large portion of rice and the greasy braised pork.

When he finished eating and washed the dishes, he was dumbfounded.

In mid-October in Harbin, the highest daytime temperature was only around 10℃. Even if one finished the broth from the braised pork with eggs with rice, and even used a spoon to scrape out everything that could be scrambled out of it and put it into one's mouth, there was still a layer of lard solidified on the lunch box.

When I was in Chengdu, I ate in the cafeteria at noon and had to leave the lunch boxes with me, otherwise Liu Mei would be angry. It seemed that Liu Mei used rice water to wash the dishes, and then boiled old vegetable leaves to feed the chickens?
Staying at Du Guowang's house, after Xie Wei finished his meal, Wang Zheng took the lunch box away.

The original owner had no memory of washing dishes;
As far as Xie Wei can remember, since he was a child he would just squeeze some detergent, wipe with a loofah, rinse with water, and that was it.

No stains.

No residue.

"Boiled water can remove most of the grease. Squad leader, when I eat a meal with a lot of oil, I lick it off."

Back in the dormitory, Feng Ke looked at Xie Wei in shock.

A genius squad leader who has never worked since childhood?
This way, one will be lazy and unable to distinguish the five grains.

"What happens after the boiling water?"

"..."

Feng Ke felt more balanced: God opened a door for Xie Wei, but eventually closed a window for him.

"Take more showers. Hot water is free at school anyway."

"..."

Now Xie Wei was dumbfounded.

No matter how many times you wash with hot water, the grease cannot be completely removed.

The weather was cold and the grease was not completely washed off. In the end, Xie Wei had no choice but to wash the lunch box once with bulk laundry soap, and then rinse it several times until the odor was gone, as Feng Ke stared in amazement.

Fortunately, no one came to accuse Xie Wei of wasting water.

Compared to the fact that soap cannot completely remove grease and the residual ingredients are harmful to the body, Xie Wei cannot accept eating from unwashed bowls every day.

Detergent, very urgent.

Just get the core AES out.

(End of this chapter)