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Chapter 136
"Hey, his second aunt, it's not that I speak straight, I always feel like you are always talking nonsense, like you, I spend money to hire people to work, and then spend money to keep my son idle?"

Jinyue really felt that it was very difficult to communicate with this kind of person.

In their minds, reading is of no use at all.

It didn't make sense, Jinyue also planned to go back, but Mrs. Zhang said again: "His second aunt, does Su Shen want to go on?"

"Yes."

"I don't know what you're thinking, a female doll..."

Jinyue interrupted her coldly.

"If she wants to learn, I will support her."

After Jinyue left, Mrs. Zhang sneered: learning how to cook and embroider is worse than going to school. It's ridiculous.

Jinyue sent the schoolbag to Su Lao Liu again. Father Su and Mrs. Su were very happy, and told Su Lao Liu to learn from Su Shen in the future, and his grades were not good.

In August, Principal Liu came to the door suddenly.

He asked Jinyue to go to the grain station to hand over the public grain quickly, saying that there were not many that hadn't paid.

In the past, Su's second child was worried about this matter, and Jinyue didn't take much care of it.

Jinyue called Su Shu for help, and carried out the old grain and put it on the shelf cart.

Su Shu said that he happened to be fine and could go with his second aunt.

"Grab some food and show me." Second Su shouted from the room.

Jinyue grabbed a little and took it in.

"It's not good for this kind of food. It will be beaten down and new grain will be paid. It must be full-grained, dried, and clean, without wheat husks."

As soon as Jinyue heard that her head was getting big, she would pay a public ration, and it would be canceled in the future. How can there be so many things.

Thinking that it was all the old food from last year, and there was no wheat husk, he sneaked away behind Su's back.

When passing by Su Jiang's house, Su Jiang's crooked lady was sitting at the door holding a dustpan and winnowing wheat, and there were wheat husks under her feet.

Such a lazy woman is already winnowing wheat husks, Jinyue can't help but look at the grain on her car.

"Su Shu, is the public grain inspection very strict?"

Su Shu, who was pulling the cart, turned around and said, "Yes, Second Aunt, it's quite strict. I don't think there are many houses that pass the customs at one time. They have to go two or three times."

Zhengyang was scorching hot along the way, Jinyue, a person who didn't sweat much, felt damp all over her body from time to time, even Su Shu's back was soaked.

The two forgot to bring water, and when they arrived at the intersection, there happened to be an old man selling watermelons, and Jinyue bought one, which made Su Shu's eyes widen in fright.

In this day and age, everyone spends two cents for one penny. He has never seen anyone so rich to buy watermelons, and even bought one directly.

"Eat, quench your thirst." Jinyue has already handed over a piece of watermelon.

"it is good……"

Carriages passed by one after another on the road, and the directions should all go to the grain station in the town.

Su Shu said that the grain station went to work early in the afternoon, so he had to queue up early, otherwise he would have to wait until the afternoon.

This is Jinyue's first visit to the grain station.

The grain station is near the stage. Apart from the granary, there are two small offices in the big cement yard. There are about a dozen people queuing up here. They are either pulling shelves or carrying carts. On the handlebars of the trolley, some squatted on the ground or sat directly on the ground. Without exception, everyone was holding a straw hat and fanning it vigorously.

The weather at noon is really too hot.

Su Shu and Jinyue pulled the trolley to the back row, Jinyue looked at the electronic watch, it was already one o'clock, but the door of the office was still closed.

Anyway, this kind of person will not open the door until the last second, it has always been like this.

Jinyue thought that when she went to apply for a residence permit in her previous life, she waited outside the door for a full two hours before the people inside lazily opened the door.

The people in the queue chatted about all kinds of things, but at the end of the chat, they would look at each other's food, so as to measure the probability of their own passing the test.

In any case, everyone came from afar, and it was not easy to come to the town.

"Look, Second Aunt, the hollow iron rod and the big windmill over there are for grain inspection later."

Dafengche Jinyue can figure it out, but how to use that iron rod?

Forget it, don't look too superficial, let's see later.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the door opened, and a bald man in his forties came out with a bare upper body and a beer belly.

Followed by a young man in a white shirt, holding a thick notebook and a pen in his hand.

The people who were sitting got up all of a sudden, the ones pulling the racks grabbed the handles, and the ones carrying them got ready. Everyone wiped their sweat and got ready.

"Which village are you from? This way." The young man pointed to the first house in the line, signaling him to go to the open space on the right.

The skinny old man with his trousers on his arms responded "Ai ai" and quickly bowed his waist and pulled the trolley to the designated position.

"What's your name?" The young man raised his eyelids and asked.

"Zhang Manlin."

"Which village?"

"Dong Zhang, Dong Zhang." The old man raised his straw hat and said loudly.

"Okay, 108 catties."

"Yes, yes." The old man nodded.

"Put the food down and open it."

The old man first moved the two halves of the bag of grain to the front of the rack cart to ensure that the cart would not overturn, then he gritted his teeth, puffed his cheeks, and lifted the grain down.

I don't know if it was because he walked too hastily or carelessly. The rope on the pocket seemed to be knotted, and the old man couldn't untie it for a long time.

The beer belly was unhappy, so he picked up a pair of scissors and cut it off with a "click".

The old man looked at the half of the rope that fell on the ground, felt distressed, and then picked it up and put it in his trouser pocket.

The beer belly picked up the hollow iron rod, inserted it deeply into the bag of wheat, then turned it around, and pulled it out again, the movements were as proficient as if it had been specially practiced.

There is a lot of wheat coming out of the other end of the iron.

"Well, the humidity is fine, and the wheat is clean." Beer Belly said with satisfaction.

Then, he grabbed a handful of wheat himself, smelled it, and threw it into the granary behind him with no expression on his face.

The old man who had been looking nervously at the beer belly finally relaxed the muscles on his face.

"Get on the windmill."

The old man carried the two sacks on his shoulders one after another, and poured them into the pocket behind the windmill. The dry wheat made a rattling sound when the iron sheet was beaten.

As the power was turned on, the windmill started to rotate quickly, and a large amount of wheat was also scattered, only half of the wheat slipped down from a sloped wooden trough.

The old man looked at the wheat grains that were not full enough, probably because of his dry mouth, his Adam's apple moved several times.

"Hey, what are you looking at? Pack these first and weigh them." Beer Belly ordered.

The old man hastened to do so.

A 50-kilogram weight was put on the large scale, but it didn't get up at all.

The young man put on two more 20-kilogram ones, but he still didn't get up.

It wasn't until I changed to a 20 kg, a 10 kg, and a 5 kg, and then adjusted a few times on the rod, that I knew the final weight.

(End of this chapter)