Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

At Yenching Medical College, Chang Zhengyang rejected Ma Xiangguo's proposal to publish the paper directly.

The purpose of his writing this paper was not to improve or promote the development of human science and technology.

Fishing is his real purpose!

Ma Xiangguo also did not understand. In his opinion, Chang Zhengyang's secretive approach was not conducive to his personal career development, nor was it conducive to boosting the morale of the nation.

"Zhengyang, science has no borders. Only by publishing the results can we all make progress and develop together, right? With the development of science to this day, the depth and breadth of scientific theories far exceed those of the 18th and 19th centuries. We cannot go far relying solely on personal wisdom..."

Ma Xiangguo's words were very earnest at this moment. He sincerely hoped that Chang Zhengyang could go further in the temple of science.

Chang Zhengyang took a deep look at Ma Xiangguo. His cheap mentor was actually a relatively pure scientist.

Science without borders?

"Teacher, scientists belong to certain countries. If science really has no borders, why should we use the blood of hundreds of thousands of soldiers to exchange for technical assistance from Big Brother?"

"This……"

Ma Xiangguo was silent, and Chang Zhengyang said softly: "The sky is falling, but there are tall people to hold it up. Teacher, report to your superiors and report my suggestions together."

Ma Xiangguo was silent for a moment. Just as he was about to get up, he found his stomach growling with hunger. Then he remembered that he had not eaten a single grain of rice since morning. Looking at the time, it was already past two in the afternoon.

Chang Zhengyang took two lunch boxes from a chair nearby, opened them and placed them on the table.

This was the meal he had prepared for Ma Xiangguo, but Old Ma was not in the mood to eat at that time, so he just left it there.

Ma Xiangguo wolfed down his meal, washed his face, and rested for a while. Then he took the manuscript of the thesis and went to find the dean with Chang Zhengyang.

After listening to their report, the dean immediately took them to the Forbidden City...

Ever since he submitted his paper last time, Chang Zhengyang's life has entered a simple pattern of going between school and home.

His main task at this stage is to complete graduation in pharmacy, strive to finish it before July, and then formally enter clinical studies.

The entire medical school has become numb to his rapid learning speed. Everyone's only expectation now is where the end of Chang Zhengyang, this genius in the medical school will be.

Chang Zhengyang: I didn't keep you in suspense like I did last semester. This time I have already applied to the college in advance. As soon as I graduate from pharmacy, I will transfer to the clinical major during the summer vacation.

Tao Hongwen, the director of the clinical department, was very excited when he heard the news. He ran back to the college directly from the affiliated hospital of the medical school. After finding Chang Zhengyang, he stated directly that after Chang Zhengyang graduated from pharmacy, he could go directly to work in the affiliated hospital and perform surgery with Tao Hongwen.

As for whether Chang Zhengyang could perform the surgery, Tao Hongwen was not worried at all. Chang Zhengyang had completed both biology and pharmacy studies, and his theoretical level actually exceeded that of most doctors. What he lacked was just the practice.

Tao Hongwen also had no doubt about whether Chang Zhengyang had the talent to become an outstanding surgeon. When he saw Chang Zhengyang's hands, he knew that these were a pair of hands that were born to hold a scalpel.

The alleys are always bustling and full of life in the evening. After dinner, everyone goes to the alleys to enjoy the cool air.

The old man held a palm-leaf fan in his hand and stared at the chessboard in front of him with a serious expression, as if he was deciding the affairs of the world.

From time to time, there were impatient people around who shouted and directed at the old man, but he turned a deaf ear to them.

The aunties were sewing shoe soles, mending clothes, and they were talking about family matters non-stop, scolding the naughty children from time to time.

Chang Zhengyang and several young men from the alley were smoking under a tree, enjoying the breeze and chatting.

Xu Damao sighed: "Since the beginning of spring this year, the rain has been much less than in previous years. If this continues, I'm afraid this year's summer grain production will be reduced!"

Jia Dongxu said worriedly: "Yeah, I don't know how long this weather will last?"

Apart from him, his mother, wife and children all have rural household registration. If the harvest in the countryside is not good this year, the food rations of Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu will be reduced. Once the food rations are reduced, he will have to buy expensive commercial grain.

Because rural residents do not have food grain certificates, they cannot buy food in the city.

This year's summer grain production reduction is inevitable. Farmers themselves don't have enough to eat, so there won't be many farmers selling grain in the pigeon market. If there is no grain to buy in the pigeon market...

When Jia Dongxu thought about having to spend an extra ten dollars every month, his face became even more bitter.

Jia Dongxu has only been working for five years. After deducting three years of apprenticeship, he is now just a first-level fitter with a monthly salary of 27.5 yuan. His life is really tight.

Everyone could empathize with Jia Dongxu's sad face to some extent, as many of them had family members with rural household registration.

A few years ago, when the country divided urban and rural household registration, many people were reluctant to give up the land they were allocated in the countryside and did not transfer to urban household registration.

Seeing that the grain harvest was not good this year, some people began to regret their decision.

"Brother Dongxu, you are so easy to talk about. Your mother and your wife have seven acres of land. They can harvest crops regardless of drought or flood. It can't stay like this forever. It will definitely get better after this year. Then won't your family's life be better again?"

Xu Damao's words reminded several people whose families did not have rural household registration. After thinking about it, they realized that Xu Damao was right. Why should they sympathize with Jia Dongxu?

Ya Ting not only has a job, a beautiful wife, but also a master who has no children...

Look at them again. Those who don’t have a job have no job, and those who have a job are all temporary workers. Among them, except Jia Dongxu, only He Yuzhu is a regular employee. If you still sympathize with Jia Dongxu, who will sympathize with them?

There are so few jobs these days that everyone is trying their best to get a job.

It's useless, I can't find it at all!

Either they can get into a technical secondary school or university, or their parents can retire early and let them take over the job, or they can join the army.

These are the main three ways. There are other ways but they are out of reach for ordinary people.

Xu Damao glanced at Chang Zhengyang who was sitting silently in the corner.

"Zhengyang, what are you thinking about?"

Chang Zhengyang looked up and said, "It's nothing. There's nothing to worry about food. We have to trust the country."

Everyone was silent for a while. Your Chang family has food and drink, so of course you don’t have to worry.

Everyone stopped talking about this and started sharing their respective information to see if there was anything that could be done flexibly.

Chang Zhengyang would occasionally interject and tell them where there was work to do. After all, the circles he was in contact with were not accessible to these hutong youths.