80s Taoism

"Comrade, don't puncture the bag. I borrowed the bag from someone else. If you puncture the bag, I can't return it. I untie the bag, and it's the same." An old man in his fifties saw that the quality inspector of the grain depot was about to pierce the snakeskin bag containing grain with a long thorn in his hand.

The quality inspectors always have a small tool to quickly remove the rice from the bag, about 20 to 30 centimeters long, like a sharp knife, with a dark groove on it. After the long thorns are pierced into the grain bag, the grain inside will fall into the dark groove, so that the condition of the rice in the bag can be checked.

The grain station does have the consideration of the grain station. In order to avoid people saying that the poor millet is placed under the bag, some good-quality rice is piled on top. If you just open the bag for inspection, some cunning people may take advantage of it. But piercing the grain bag with this long thorn will naturally break the grain bag. Although it is just a chemical fiber bag that once contained fertilizer, it is also a very important material in rural areas where resources are scarce. Many of the bags that were used to deliver grain and grain had been used for an unknown number of years. Some even have patches sewn on them.

The staff of the grain station are actually grassroots workers, but in front of the farmers, they have a very strong sense of superiority. I have never paid attention to these mud legs in the countryside.

The quality inspector was Ye Jianhu, who took over from his old man's shift to work in the grain depot. He had no patience at all. When he heard the old man's words, he immediately yelled, "If you are reluctant to ruin the bag, then pour out the rice one by one. Otherwise, how do I know that you didn't put the rough rice in the lower layer? You farmers, you seem to be honest and honest, but the rice is actually very cunning. Hurry up, what to do, I'm busy today, I don't have time to argue with you."

The old farmer looked distressed, but had no choice but to make a decision, "You, check it out."

Impatiently, Ye Jianhu picked up the long thorn and stabbed it into the grain bag. The long thorn was pulled out, leaving a finger-thick hole in the ancient book. The golden rice grains flowed out from the opening. The old farmer quickly stuffed a piece of paper torn from the cigarette case into the mouth, and blocked the opening. He picked up the grains that were falling on the ground one by one. Only farmers who face the loess and their backs to the sky know how hard-won these golden rice grains are. A grain of rice is definitely more than a drop of sweat. But for urbanites, a grain of rice may be worthless. The price of rice is less than 40 cents a catty, especially when new rice is produced, the price of rice is the lowest. Only a little more than three cents. Ye Jianhu makes more than one or two hundred a month. You can buy four to five hundred catties of rice. A little sprinkling is not a big deal.

Ye Jianhu looked at the old man with some disdain, and poured the millet from the long thorn slot into his hand. The color of the rice is bright and the grains are full. I put a grain in my mouth and chewed it, and there was a crunching sound, which showed that the rice was very dry. But Ye Jianhu was a little annoyed that the old man contradicted him just now, so he pouted, "Medium."

The old man was stunned, "My family's grain is obviously carefully selected, clean, and well-dried, so why is it only rated as medium? At least it should be rated as excellent."

"If you want to be rated as excellent, you can rate as excellent. If you want to rate the rice as excellent, then all the rice can be rated as excellent. If you see that the grains of the rice are not full, you can see for yourself that the rice is obviously shriveled. You must have harvested it before it was fully mature. Isn't this nonsense? If it is not fully mature, it will dehydrate a lot when it is dried. In the end, it will not only affect the yield, but also affect the quality of the rice. If you harvest the rice, it is medium. If you don't believe me, you can find someone else to do it. To give you a rating, of course, someone must be willing to give you a new rating." Ye Jianhu knew that it would be impossible to convince the old man without some excuses. Maybe others will know that he is deliberately retaliating.

"But this, this..." There is a lot of money difference between medium and excellent. If this is rated as medium, I am afraid that after deducting agricultural taxes, water conservancy fees, etc., there will not be much money left. There is simply no money to buy fertilizer. The old farmer frowned, but he had to bow his head under the eaves. It was impossible for him to drag the grain back, and the fare for a few round trips was quite a lot.

The people who delivered the grain looked at the elderly family sympathetically. Even people from the same village as the old man dare not say a word of justice for the old man, for fear of being implicated.

"Biaohua, this man is so bad! The old man's rice was very good, and there was not a single grain. Just now, the rice that was a little worse than the old man's was rated as excellent, and he was given a pack of cigarettes." Zhang Yuanbao secretly said to Zhang Jiaohua. But the "whispering" of this troublemaker is not small at all.

"Yuanbao, don't talk nonsense." Hu Xiaoqing hurriedly shouted to stop. It's a pity that it's too late. Ye Jianhu was next to him, and he turned around when he heard Zhang Yuanbao's words.

"What are you doing here to deliver grain and bring some ghosts? This is the grain depot. If something happens, who will be responsible? These children belong to your family, right?" Ye Jianhu said with a hint of threat in his tone. Whoever let Zhang Yuanbao open his mouth exposed his old background.

"You, you took a pack of cigarettes from that person just now. I saw it. You put it in your left trouser pocket. It's a pack of Baisha cigarettes." Hu Xiaoqing stared at Zhang Yuanbao, very aggrieved, and directly spoke out the evidence.

"Gui Zai Zai, don't talk nonsense. I paid for my cigarettes myself, but I didn't have time to go outside to buy them, so I asked him to buy a pack for me." Ye Jianhu was very embarrassed, turned into anger from embarrassment, and immediately burst out to cover up his panic.

"You are trying to cause disaster, and I told you not to talk nonsense, why do you still talk?" Hu Xiaoqing can imagine how he will be made things difficult by that Ye Jianhu next. He ran over and raised his hand to hit Zhang Yuanbao.

"Auntie, don't hit brother. He's not wrong. Whoever speaks indiscriminately will twist his mouth." Zhang Jiaohua said.

"Beggar, don't talk nonsense." Hu Xiaoqing panicked completely.

Ye Jianhu quickly issued an inspection ticket for the old man, and then walked over to Zhang Jiaohua, "Xingjiang, you go over there. Leave this to me."

"Yes." Originally, another quality inspector, Jin Xingjiang, came over to inspect the rice of Zhang Manyin and his family. Unexpectedly, Ye Jianhu took the initiative to grab the order. The work of the grain depot is not measurement. They are all monks striking the clock for a day. Ye Jianhu wanted to rush to do more, so Jin Xingjiang was naturally happy to let him do it.

Zhang Youlian and Zhang Manyin's expressions suddenly changed. Just now Zhang Yuanbao and Zhang Jiaohua completely offended the quality inspector of the grain station. Now let him come to inspect, I'm afraid they won't even be rated as medium.

"This cadre, this cadre. Children are ignorant, don't be offended. Don't be offended. Come smoke, smoke." Zhang Youlian walked over quickly, took out the cigarettes in his pocket and stuffed them into Ye Jianhu's hands.

Ye Jianhu saw that it was a pack of wild camellia cigarettes that had been opened and smoked more than half, and he threw it on the ground. A pack of wild camellia cigarettes costs only a few cents. How could Ye Jianhu like it, not to mention that even Baishayan is useless at this time.

"Do you know what was written on the wall? Smoking is strictly prohibited! You gave me a pack of cigarettes, are you trying to harm me?" Ye Jianhu said viciously.

"How dare you? My children are ignorant, so don't take offense." Zhang Youlian said with a smile. Go and talk about picking up the pack of cigarettes and putting it in your pocket.

"Stop talking nonsense. Don't delay my work." Ye Jianhu ignored what Zhang Youlian and Zhang Manyin said. He directly used the long thorn in his hand to insert halfway into the word "Ping" on the grain bag, and then pulled it out suddenly, causing a big gap in the grain bag. The rice flowed out like a stream of water.

Ye Jianhu was also taken aback when he saw it. This rice is the best rice he has seen in the years of working in the grain station, even if it is a special class, he has nothing to say. But Ye Jianhu was going to give him a "disqualified".

When Ye Jianhu was about to speak, a small hand tugged at Ye Jianhu's clothes, "Uncle, talking out of conscience will make your mouth crooked."

"Then I just want to see if I will have a crooked mouth. If it doesn't, then what I said is correct." Ye Jianhu pulled Zhang Jiaohua's hand away, and continued coldly, "This rice is unqualified! Take it back and dry it before sending it over."

"This rice is enough to break the teeth, and it hasn't been dried yet?" Zhang Manyin asked anxiously.

"I..." Ye Jianhu suddenly realized that his mouth was not right, it was really crooked, his lips were crooked to one side, and the upper and lower lips couldn't fit together. It didn't take long for saliva to flow out of Ye Jianhu's mouth.

"Ah!" Jin Xingjiang, who was lazy at the side, was taken aback, Ye Jianhu's mouth was really crooked.

"Uncle, that uncle is sick, why don't you test our millet again?" Zhang Jiaohua found Jin Xingjiang again.

"Didn't that uncle test you just now?" Jin Xingjiang didn't want to cause trouble.

"But he hasn't issued an invoice yet. Now that he's sick, shouldn't you do a quality inspection and then issue an invoice for us?" Zhang Jiaohua knew that Jin Xingjiang wanted to shirk. Neither side is to blame. But how could Zhang Jiaohua let him succeed?

"Oh, just now he said that your rice is unqualified, I think you should drag it back to dry it again." Jin Xingjiang wanted to escape.

"Uncle, talking out of conscience will make your mouth crooked. Look, that uncle just lied." Zhang Jiaohua pointed at Ye Jianhu and said.

Jin Xingjiang originally wanted to say something, but immediately realized something, "Then you wait a moment. I'll ask our leader."

Before Jin Xingjiang reached the door, he tripped over his right foot with his left foot very strangely, and immediately fell to the ground. When I wanted to get up, I found that my two feet were completely twisted, and I couldn't walk on the road.

Zhang Manyin and others looked at Zhang Jiaohua worriedly, feeling relieved and worried at the same time. What should I do with this cart of grain!