80s Taoism

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

The quality inspector will always have a small tool for quickly taking out the rice from the bag. It is about 20 to 30 centimeters long, like a sharp knife, with a hidden slot on it. After the long thorns are pierced into the grain bag, the grains 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 that some people say that the poor grain is placed under the bag, some good-quality rice is piled on it. If you just open the bag for inspection, it may let some cunning people take advantage of the loopholes. But using this kind of long thorn to pierce the grain bag will naturally pierce the grain bag. Although it is just a chemical fiber bag that used to contain fertilizer, it is also a very important material in rural areas where resources are scarce. Many bags that bring grains are not known for how many years they have been used. Some even have patches stitched on them.

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

The quality inspector was named Ye Jianhu. He took his Lao Tzu's class and worked in the grain depot. He didn't have any patience. Hearing the old man's words, he immediately shouted, "If you are reluctant to ruin the bag, then pour out the rice bags one by one. Otherwise, how do I know that you didn’t put the grain on the lower level? You farmers, you seem to be honest, but in fact, the grain is very cunning. Hurry up, how do you do it, I’m very busy today, and I don’t have much time. Woke up with you."

The old farmer looked distressed, but had to make a decision, "You, check it out."

Ye Jianhu impatiently picked up the long thorn and pierced it into the grain bag. Pulling out the long thorns left a thick-fingered hole in ancient times. The golden rice swiftly flowed out of the opening. The old farmer hurriedly stuffed a ball of paper that had been torn from the cigarette case into the mouth, blocking the gap. He picked up the grains flowing on the ground one by one. Only the peasants who face the loess and back to the sky know how the grains of golden rice are hard to come by. A grain of rice is definitely more than a drop of sweat. For people in the city, a grain of rice may be worthless. The price of rice is less than four cents a catty, especially when new rice is produced, the price of rice is the lowest. It's just over three cents. Ye Jianhu more than one or two hundred a month. You can buy four to five hundred catties of rice. It's no big deal to sprinkle it casually.

Ye Jianhu glanced at the old man with disdain, and poured the millet in the long thorn trough into his hand. The color of the rice is bright and the grain is full. I put a grain in my mouth and chewed it with a creak, the sound is very crisp, and it can be seen that the rice is very dry. But Ye Jianhu was a little annoyed that the old man just hit him, so he curled his lips, "Medium."

The old man was stunned, "My family's grains are clearly selected, clean, and well-dried. How can they only be rated as medium? At least they should be rated as excellent."

"If you want to judge the best, you can judge the best. If you want to judge the rice, then all the rice can be judged the best. You think the rice grains are not full, and you see for yourself, the rice is obviously deflated. Well. You must have harvested before it is fully mature. Isn’t this a scam? If it is not fully mature, a lot of dehydration will be caused when it is dried, which will not only affect the yield, but also affect the quality of the rice. You are the rice, that is Medium. If you don't believe me, you can find someone else to rate you, and of course someone will be willing to give you a re-evaluation." Ye Jianhu knew that it would be impossible to convince the old man if he didn't find some excuses. Maybe others will know that he deliberately retaliated.

"But this, this..." There is a lot of money between medium and excellent. If this is rated as medium, I am afraid that after deducting agricultural taxes and water conservancy fees, there is not much money left. You can't afford to buy fertilizer at all. The old farmer frowned, but he had to bow his head under the eaves. It was impossible for him to really drag the grain back, and the fare for several round trips was quite a lot.

The people who delivered the grain looked at the old man's family sympathetically. Even people in the same village with the old man dare not say anything fair for the old man, lest they be implicated.

"Hey, this person is good or bad! Grandpa's rice was originally good, and there were no grains of it. I was rated as excellent just now, so I just stuffed him with a pack of cigarettes. "Zhang Yuanbao secretly said to Zhang Biaohua. But the "quiet" of the troublemaker was not small at all.

"Yuanbao, don't talk nonsense." Hu Xiaoqing quickly stopped shouting. It's a pity it's too late. Ye Jianhu was beside him, and he turned around when he heard Zhang Yuanbao's words.

"Why are you here to send grains and bring some ghost cubs? This is the grain depot. If something happens, who can bear the responsibility? These kids belong to your family, right?" Ye Jianhu's tone was threatening. meaning. Whoever makes Zhang Yuanbao open his mouth will expose his old bottom.

"You, you just accepted a pack of cigarettes from that person, I saw it. You put it in the trouser pocket on your left, it's a pack of white sand tobacco." Zhang Yuanbao was glared at by Hu Xiaoqing, very aggrieved. The evidence was directly spoken out loud.

"Ghost cub cub, don't talk nonsense. I paid for this cigarette myself, but I didn't have time to go outside to buy it, let him buy a pack for me." Ye Jianhu was very embarrassed, and became angry, immediately It broke out, concealing his panic.

"You are in trouble, telling you not to talk indiscriminately, why do you want to talk?" Hu Xiaoqing can imagine how Ye Jianhu will make things difficult for him next. Run over and raise his hand to hit Zhang Yuanbao.

"Auntie, don't beat your brother. He is right. Whoever talks nonsense, who cocked his mouth." Zhang Jiaohua said.

"Call a flower, don't talk nonsense." Hu Xiaoqing was completely panicked now.

Ye Jianhu quickly issued a check ticket for the old man, and then walked over to Zhang Jiahua, "Xingjiang, go over there. Give it to me here."

"I want it." Jin Xingjiang, another quality inspector, came over and prepared to inspect Zhang Manyin's rice. Unexpectedly, Ye Jianhu took the initiative to grab this order. The work of the grain depot is not about measurement. They all behave like a monk hitting the clock one day. Ye Jianhu wanted to do more, so Jin Xingjiang was naturally happy to let him do it.

Zhang Youlian and Zhang Manyin suddenly changed their faces. Just now, Zhang Yuanbao and Zhang Biaohua completely offended the quality inspector at the grain station. Now let him come to the inspection.

"This cadre, this cadre. The child is not sensible, don't be surprised. Don't be surprised. Come and smoke, smoke." Zhang You quickly walked over and took out the cigarette in his pocket and stuffed it into Ye Jianhu's hand.

Ye Jianhu saw that a pack of wild tea cigarettes that had been opened and smoked more than half was thrown directly on the ground. A pack of wild tea cigarettes is only a few cents. How could Ye Jianhu be admired, not to mention that even Baisha Smoke was useless at this time.

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

"How dare you? My child is not sensible, don't be surprised." Zhang Youlian said with a smile. I went to talk about picking up the pack of cigarettes and putting it in my pocket.

"Stop talking nonsense. Don't delay my work." Ye Jianhu ignored what Zhang Youlian said to Zhang Manyin. Directly selected the long thorn in the hand to pierce the "flat" character on the grain bag in the middle, and then pulled it out abruptly, causing a big gap in the grain bag. The rice came out quickly like a stream of water.

Ye Jianhu was taken aback when he saw it. This rice was the best rice he had seen in the years he had worked in the grain station. Even if he was a special class, he couldn't say anything. But Ye Jianhu was about to call him "unqualified."

When Ye Jianhu was about to speak, a little hand pulled at Ye Jianhu's clothes, "Uncle, talking without conscience will make his mouth crooked."

"Then I just want to see if I will become a crooked mouth. If the crooked mouth does not change, then what I said is correct." Ye Jianhu pulled Zhang Huahua's hand away and continued coldly, "This The rice is unqualified! Take it back and dry it before sending it over."

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

"I..." Ye Jianhu suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his mouth. It was really crooked. His lips were crooked to one side, and the upper and lower lips couldn't fit together. After a while, saliva flowed out of Ye Jianhu's mouth.

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

"Uncle, that uncle is sick, why would you re-examine our millet?" Zhang Jiaohua found Jin Xingjiang again.

"Didn't that uncle have checked for you just now?" Jin Xingjiang is not willing to cause trouble~www.wuxiahere.com~ but he hasn't invoiced yet. Now that he is sick, shouldn't you do a quality inspection and then bill us? "Zhang Biaohua knew that Jin Xingjiang wanted to shirk. Neither side should be guilty. But how could Zhang Biaohua let him succeed?"

"Oh, he said just now that your rice is not up to standard. I think you should drag it back to dry it again." Jin Xingjiang wanted to escape.

"Uncle, talking nonsense without conscience will change your mouth. You see, that uncle said lie just now." Zhang Jiaohua pointed to Ye Jianhu and said.

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

Before Jin Xingjiang reached the door, he tripped his right foot with his left foot weirdly, 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 go any further.

Zhang Manyin and others looked at Zhang Jiaohua worriedly, and felt relieved in their hearts, and at the same time they felt worried. What should I do with this truck of grains! (To be continued.)