Reborn in the fiery age, I am a salted fish in the mountains

Almost dry up

Rapeseed oil ration for each person.

The county "Planning Committee" follows the rapeseed planting plan sent to the production team by the county every year, and then crackles with abacus beads.

Finally calculate: How many rapeseeds can be received this year, and how much oil can be squeezed out?
Then use these oils to remove the canteen rations of major units, some special supply indicators that cannot be missing, and the amount of rapeseed oil that is handed over to the area.

Finally, the total amount of rapeseed oil left is divided by the total population of the county, and the edible oil quota for each person and month is calculated by this method.

In the end, I came up with such a 2 taels 8 money 3.

This number varies from zero to whole, which can make the oil mills in various districts and towns very tired: oil raisins and wine raisins are the same, there are 1 catty, 5 taels, 2 taels, and 1 tael .

Everyone carries a bottle of oil to play 2, 8, 3, [-], so how can people measure it? !
If a few extra drops of rapeseed oil are given, the accumulation will add up throughout the year, and the oil factory will not be able to subsidize it!

If you give a few drops to those urban and rural residents and members of the production team, the other party will not agree, will they?
You must know that during this period, whether it is an urban worker or a member of a production team in the country, when they are cooking, every time they put oil into the dish, they measure it with the tip of the chopsticks.

At the same time, I had to count carefully in my mouth: one drop, two drops, three drops. Is someone from my natal family coming today?
Oh, let’s put two more drops. If there are guests, the gas will be a little bigger, so that the host’s house will appear more generous.
——The life of the big guys has become like this, no wonder when buying oil, everyone will compare pennies and pennies, and don't want to lose a drop of oil.

To be honest, it's no wonder that these female salespersons in the oil press store have a bad temper.

A customer has to argue a few words because of 3 or 2 drops of oil, 2 customers, 3 customers. It lasts for a long time. No one can stand it!

Therefore, if the female salesperson in the oil workshop has been working for a year, don't expect her to have a good attitude and not go crazy. She has a strong psychological quality.

Then the problem came: the planning committee strictly followed the process to calculate the supply quota in this way.

The Price Bureau also calculates the sales price based on the various production links of rapeseed oil.

None of them are wrong.

The supply quota and retail price of rapeseed oil have been carefully calculated by the public sector with an extremely rigorous working attitude.

How could it be wrong?

Customers who buy oil don't want to suffer, and that's true.The oil salespersons have been working for a long time, and they are also full of anger.

Hiss. No one is right, so which link is wrong?

No one thinks about it, and no one cares about it.Just like the members who lined up in front of them, they thought: How can we get that salesman to calm down quickly and continue to cheer for everyone?

As for the saleswoman sitting at the counter with her chest heaving sharply, seeing her annoyed appearance, she probably won't be able to do business in a short time.

In the end, it was the director of the oil mill who personally replaced the female salesperson.

Only when the throttle was sold on the market, the normal working order was restored.

"Comrade, how much oil do you use?"

The director was tall and burly, with a resolute face, a loud voice, and a windy walk. He seemed to be a person who had just retired from the team.

He looked serious but politely greeted the dumb man who covered his face with a straw hat, "Please take the fuel ticket. Comrade, please take off the straw hat on your head!"

Although the word "please" was spoken, the director of the oil workshop used an imperative tone. Although the voice was not particularly severe, it had an indisputable coercion.

Han Xiaokang, who was standing not far behind the mute, watched his every move closely.

Just now when the director of the oil workshop asked him to take off the straw hat on his head.

Han Xiaokang saw that the dumb man, who had lowered his hand and hooked the oil bottle with his left finger, slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to put the oil bottle on the counter to free his hand and take off the straw hat.

It's just that at the same time, his right hand subconsciously rested slightly behind his waist.
Does this guy subconsciously want to draw a gun?

Han Xiaokang quietly took off the riding rifle from his shoulder, and then used the cover of a dung bucket cart passing by on the street, and the "creaking" sound at the joint of the axle.

Gently and slowly pull the bolt
The mute in front of him, Han Xiaogang already knew that he must have some background.

And his skill is probably quite good.

From the bottom of my heart, I definitely don't want to provoke such a guy, let alone become his enemy, but if that dumb guy is indeed a robber who used to kill and rob.
Han Xiaokang didn't mind taking advantage of this opportunity, and simply shot him to pieces, trying to eliminate future troubles from now on!

"Comrade, please take off the straw hat on your head"

The director of Congyoufang was also staring at the opponent's every move, but because his position was blocked by a brick pillar, it is estimated that the director could not see the slight movement of the mute's right hand.

I saw the light in the director's eyes gradually brightened, like a falcon staring at a hare that was about to jump up.

Suddenly being ordered by the other party, the dumb figure paused slightly, giving the impression that he was gaining momentum.

At the same time, Han Xiaokang's index finger was quietly placed on the trigger.
"Ahhh."

The mute gently placed the oil bottle in his left hand on the counter, then retracted his hand and slowly took off the straw hat.

On the face of the director of the oil workshop, he was a little surprised at first, and then he looked at the mute carefully, and gradually showed a hint of doubt, "Comrade, what is your name? Which production team is it?"

"Ahhhhhh"

The mute pointed to his own mouth, then fell silent, just gesticulating there with his left hand.

"I would like to ask the comrades present, does anyone know this mute comrade?"

The director of the oil workshop glanced at the faces of the commune members queuing up to buy oil under the eaves. Does anyone know the origin of this dumb comrade? "

In the crowd, everyone was shaking their heads.

So the director of the oil workshop withdrew his gaze, and changed the focus of attention to the right arm that the dumb had been hanging down, "Comrade, what's the matter with your arm?"

"Ahhh."

The mute is still vague, using various actions to explain.

He patted himself on the right shoulder, then raised his head, and kept gesticulating a rolling motion in midair with his left hand.

There were bursts of "whoosh, whoa, whoa, whoa" in the mouth!
The director looked at the dumb gestures without blinking, then tilted his head and thought for a while, guessing that the dumb might be telling himself that a big rock rolled down from a high place and hit his shoulder
Perhaps because he was worried that the other party would not believe him, the mute lifted the tattered clothes on his right arm with his left hand, and showed the bruise on his arm to the director of the oil house.

This director is probably also a veteran who has experienced many battles.

So he was not at ease, so he pinched the mute's right palm and glanced at it.

Then the director of the oil shop showed a smile on his face, and nodded towards the mute, "I'm really sorry, comrade, I was overthinking."

The mute saw that the other party was no longer entangled, so he also smiled, and even stretched out his left hand, giving a thumbs up to the director of the oil workshop, "howling"

——This should mean praising the other party for their sense of responsibility and saying "yes".

The tense atmosphere in front of him was swept away, and the next thing was nothing more than the director of the oil workshop personally collecting the tickets and money for everyone, bending over to beat rapeseed oil.

When the dumb puts on the oil bottle, turns and leaves the counter, passing by Han Xiaokang.

This guy seemed to turn a blind eye to Han Xiaokang who had shared the wolf money with him less than an hour ago.

Instead, he went straight away with the oil bottle.

Just from this detail, Han Xiaokang seemed to realize something in his heart again. The sound of the gun being pulled by himself, although it was covered by the creaking sound of the cart passing by.

But for a person who has played with guns for a long time, the sound of pulling the bolt is like the call of the most beloved woman.

No matter how noisy it is, you can still hear it.

As for,
Just now the director of the oil shop checked the mute's right hand. Maybe he wanted to see if there was any thick callus left by the long-term use of weapons on the mute's hand?

It can only be said that maybe the dumb has not played with guns much these years.

There is even a possibility: he is dumb, what if he is left-handed?
Anyway, Han Xiaogang can be 100% sure from the fierce light in the depths of the dumb eyes: this guy is definitely not a kind person!
—At least before, he would never have been a good bird.

However, the crisis in front of him was resolved, and it could be regarded as a false alarm.

Without definite evidence, Han Xiaokang did not dare to jump to conclusions, let alone take any action against him.

You can only wait until later, when you have the opportunity to observe slowly.In short, I have to pay more attention to this dumb man.
Han Xiaokang stepped forward when the members of the commune in front of him were gone.

Han Xiaokang, who already knew the operating procedures in the oil workshop, naturally didn't want to leave a reason for others to scold him. First of all, he handed over the oil ticket.

Just as he was about to take money out of his satchel, the director of the oil workshop said, "Little comrade, are you Orion?"

Han Xiaokang nodded.

The director smiled and said, "I didn't see it, you are very vigilant just now, if you hadn't been behind with a gun on guard, to be honest, I really wouldn't have adopted the attitude and method of questioning before."

It turned out that Han Xiaokang pulled the bolt of the gun just now without showing any signs of expression, but he was clearly seen by the condescending director of the oil shop standing behind the counter.

That's why he dared to directly order the mute to stretch out his right hand for him to check.
Han Xiaokang smiled and said nothing.

Just hand over the money, "5 supply oil please."

The director took the money, looked at Han Xiaokang with a half-smile and said, "Comrade, this is your first time to get oil at the oil workshop, right? There is no oil bottle, how can I get you?"

Ah, after being reminded by the director of the oil room, Han Xiaokang remembered: I wiped it, but I didn't come here with an oil bottle!
(End of this chapter)