Reborn in '77, I have a job panel!

The second dish was shredded potatoes with pickled cabbage.

The pickled cabbage was shredded finely, and the potatoes were also shredded. Qian Cheng's knife skills were good; the potato shreds were cut evenly and soaked in water to remove excess starch from the surface.

Add another half spoonful of lard to the pot, first stir-fry the pickled cabbage until it has a sour aroma, then add the drained potato shreds.

Stir-fry evenly, add salt and a little soy sauce—these are the only seasonings left at home.

Stir-fry the potato shreds until they are just cooked through, then remove from the pan.

Both dishes were vegetarian, but they were glistening with oil and smelled delicious, making them very appetizing.

The staple food is cornbread, which was steamed in the morning and will just need to be heated up on the stove now.

"Dinner's ready!" Qian Cheng called out.

Qian Lu and his wife set up the table, and Hou Yufen also sat down. The family of four sat around the table.

Qian Lu's wife first picked up a piece of shredded cabbage with her chopsticks, chewed it, and her eyes lit up: "Huh? This cabbage stalk can be so delicious?"

Hou Yufen also picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, though she was still somewhat skeptical.

The shredded cabbage is crisp and crunchy, with the aroma of lard and the slight spiciness of chili peppers. It makes a satisfying crunch when you chew it, and the more you chew, the more flavorful it becomes. What we usually feed chickens has become a delicious dish to eat with rice after Qian Cheng prepared it this way.

Pickled cabbage and shredded potatoes are also delicious.

The pickled cabbage is perfectly sour, the shredded potatoes are crisp, and when mixed together, they are savory and delicious.

"Chengzi, who did you learn this skill from?" Qian Lu asked while eating.

"I figured it out myself," Qian Cheng said vaguely.

Actually, he trained to do this during his ten years as a migrant worker in Shanghai in his previous life in order to save money. Back then, wages were low and rent was expensive, so he could only buy the cheapest vegetables and cook them in different ways to avoid getting tired of them.

Hou Yufen didn't say anything, she just kept her head down and ate, but she ate her rice much faster than usual.

Qian Cheng also picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Chef Proficiency +1

【Chef (Newbie) lv.1: 5/10】

A notification flashed before my eyes.

He remained calm and continued eating.

After the meal, both plates were empty.

Qian Lu's wife took the initiative to wash the dishes, Hou Yufen tidied the table, and Qian Lu pulled Qian Cheng aside to talk.

"Are you really planning to go to university?" Qian Lu asked.

"Yes." Qian Cheng nodded. "The radio said that the college entrance examination will be reinstated next year, and I want to give it a try."

Qian Lu was silent for a while, then said, "I didn't study much, so I can't help you much. But since you want to take the exam, do your best. Don't worry about things at home, I'll take care of you."

Qian Cheng felt a warmth in his heart: "Thank you, brother."

"No need to thank me." Qian Lu patted him on the shoulder. "If our family can produce a college student, it's like our ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke."

In the evening, Qian Cheng lit the oil lamp as usual and began to read.

Hou Yufen felt bad about wasting the lamp oil, but she didn't say anything. She just silently added some oil to the lamp and draped a thick coat over his shoulders, saying, "Don't stay up too late, it'll hurt your eyes."

"Okay, Mom."

The oil lamp's light was dim, illuminating only a small area of ​​the tabletop.

Qian Cheng had to hold the book very close to see the words clearly.

The high school textbooks Zhang Mingxi provided were very different from what he remembered.

Chinese textbooks contain many political articles, math problems are often related to industrial and agricultural production, and physics and chemistry emphasize practicality.

But no matter how things change, the basic knowledge remains the same.

Qian Cheng first looked at the math. He was good at math in his previous life, but after so many years, he had forgotten many formulas. As he looked at the math, he worked out the calculations on the draft paper.

Starting with sets, then moving on to functions, then to trigonometric functions...

He reads slowly, but he reads carefully.

Calculate each example problem by yourself, and read each definition several times until you understand it.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered gently, and his shadow on the wall swayed accordingly.

The room was quiet; the only sounds were the turning of pages and the scratching of pens on paper.

I finished reading the first chapter of math in about two hours.

Qian Cheng rubbed his sore eyes, preparing to change to another class.

He picked up the physics book.

As soon as I opened it, a notification suddenly flashed before my eyes:

Student proficiency +1

[Student (Weak Foundation) lv.0: 7/10]

Qian Cheng perked up and continued watching.

Physics is more abstract than mathematics, but fortunately the textbooks are written in a simple way, starting with everyday phenomena.

As Qian Cheng read, he recalled the knowledge from his previous life. He already knew many of the principles, but he just needed to adapt them to the way they were expressed in this era.

I watched for another hour.

Student proficiency +1

[Student (Weak Foundation) lv.0: 8/10]

Two points short.

Qian Cheng glanced at the oil lamp; there wasn't much oil left.

He got up, took out another half-bottle of kerosene from the cabinet, and carefully added it in.

Hou Yufen had already gone to sleep, and the room was quiet.

Occasionally, a dog barked outside the window, and in the distance, a child was crying, seemingly from someone else's house.

Qian Cheng rubbed his hands, which were numb from the cold, and continued reading.

This time, I studied chemistry.

He had already memorized the periodic table, but there were some subtle differences between the periodic table in the textbook and the one in later generations, so he compared them while memorizing.

Chemical reaction equations, properties of substances, experimental procedures...

He turned the pages one by one, taking notes page by page.

My mind is becoming clearer, but my body is becoming more and more tired.

My eyes are dry, my shoulders are sore, and my fingers are stiff from holding the pen.

But he didn't stop.

Qian Cheng knew this was an opportunity to change his fate.

The college entrance examination will be reinstated in 1977, and the exam will be held the following spring.

All told, there are only three or four months to prepare.

He must catch him.

After some time, the sound of a rooster crowing came from outside the window.

It's almost dawn.

Qian Cheng rubbed his temples, preparing to close the book and rest for a while.

Just then, the notification flashed before my eyes again:

Student proficiency +1

[Student (Weak Foundation) lv.0: 9/10]

Just a little bit more.

Qian Cheng took a deep breath, mustered his strength, and opened his Chinese textbook.

He wasn't too worried about Chinese, since he had a solid foundation in it.

But he still studied it carefully, from classical Chinese to modern Chinese, from rhetoric to writing.

The flame of the oil lamp grew weaker and weaker, and the oil was almost gone.

Qian Cheng brought the book even closer, almost touching his face.

Finally, after reading an argumentative essay on "combining theory with practice," the prompt appeared again:

Student proficiency +1

Congratulations! Your student has achieved a career advancement!

[Student (Newcomer) lv.1: 0/10]

[You have a strong desire to learn and are gradually beginning to grasp the knowledge, but your current knowledge base is still at the first-grade level. Please continue to work hard.]

[Focus +20%, Patience +20%, Mental Agility +20%]

A cool sensation flooded my mind.

Qian Cheng felt his previously drowsy mind suddenly become much clearer, and the fatigue in his eyes also lessened.

He tried to recall what he had just read, and the formulas, definitions, and key points of the article came clearly to mind.

Is this the effect of improved focus and mental agility?

Qian Cheng was overjoyed.

He glanced out the window; it was already getting light.

The rooster crowed for the second time.

Time to sleep.

He blew out the oil lamp, climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed) in the dark, and crawled into bed.

The bed was cold, but his heart was warm.