The Buddhist Cannon Fodder of Seventies [MTL]

Chapter 22 No one knows

Gu Sanmei guessed that there was a heavy rain last night and Wang Mazi's incident happened. However, after discussion with Gu Jianguo, the old Liu decided to file the case and hand over the public food as soon as possible.

They were afraid that if the grain remained in the warehouse, something like this would happen again. Not to mention being praised, it would be considered a good thing not to eat the first meal.

Gu Mingdong is now a "strong laborer" who can get full work points, so he naturally becomes a member of the food delivery team.

The second brother Gu was not chosen, but he shamelessly wanted to go with them.

Bags of grain were piled high, and the cart was so heavy that one person couldn't pull it, so one had to pull and push to make it stable.

Others were sweating profusely, but Gu Mingdong was relaxed and didn't even blush.

The second brother Gu also helped push the cart and closed his eyes and praised: "Brother, you are getting stronger and stronger. You are the tallest, strongest and most powerful in our village now."

Gu Mingdong smiled without looking back: "Boy, when did you become so glib."

The second brother Gu almost swore to God: "What I said is true. No one in the village is as good as my eldest brother."

"It's just...it would be better if you teach me."

Gu Mingdong ignored him.

The production team basically has to get up before dawn to deliver public grain, and rush to the town's grain station in the early morning to wait in line.

But because of the delay last night, when the Dahe Village production team arrived in town, the sun was already high.

Lao Lao Liu kept urging everyone to hurry up: "If this continues, the grain station will be closed."

Unexpectedly, when they arrived in town, the members were surprised to find that there was no long queue at the entrance of the grain station.

Lao Liu was surprised and asked: "Is it because it rained yesterday and everyone has changed their lives?"

When I went over to take a look, the people inspecting the public grain at the grain station were rarely enthusiastic. I was very happy to see them: "Finally, someone has come to hand over the public grain. You are the first production team to hand over the public grain this year."

This time even Gu Jianguo was surprised: "First one, haven't the other production teams arrived yet?"

The man frowned and said, "Isn't it? I heard that the harvest in the fields was not good, and it rained yesterday, so it won't come."

Bad harvest?

Wrapped old Liu and Gu Jianguo looked at each other, thinking of the heavy rice ears in the village.

The two of them were thinking, even if the harvests of other brigades were worse, they were still much better than last year. Could it be that the famine was severe and they wanted to delay the delivery of public rations?

The old Liu, who used himself to save others, thought it was very possible.

The person who inspected the bag familiarly poked it into the center of the bag, and the golden rice suddenly slipped out.

He twisted his fingers and saw that the chaff fell off easily. Looking at the full luster of the rice, he nodded with satisfaction.

Every bag of grain in each vehicle must be inspected before weighing can begin. Weighing involves a lot of water and inevitably involves wrangling.