Chapter 52 Selling Grain
In mid-October in the Northeast, frost has already fallen, and snowflakes are even falling in some places.

At this time, places where soybeans and corn were harvested late are suffering a bit.

Lu Changhua remembers that one year, the bean harvest in Changshui Farm was late, and the bean seedlings were covered by snow and were still being harvested by hand.

It can be seen that sometimes the food on the farm is harvested not only in water, but also in snow!

Lu Changhua's main purpose in entering the city this time was to sell grain.

In Bac Ninh, there are three places where grain is harvested.

One is the Bac Ninh Grain Depot, which is a national-level grain depot. It not only purchases new grain from the agricultural reclamation system, but also purchases public grain from surrounding villages and towns.

It's just that the price of its grain is relatively low, whether you like to sell it or not, that's the price.

There is also the Bac Ninh Oils and Fats Factory. They purchase soybeans directly and the prices follow the market, which is relatively fair.

Another one is Bac Ninh Brewery, which directly purchases high-quality wheat and barley.

Of course Lu Changhua had to go to the oil factory to sell soybeans.

Lu Changhua got up at around five o'clock in the morning. After washing up, eating something, he warmed up his motorcycle.

At this time, the sky was dimly lit, and only the white color of the fish belly appeared in the east.

Putting on his coat and helmet, he set off.

Xiong Bao was still snoring at the moment and didn't realize that his master had left.

It’s impossible to ride a motorcycle early in the morning without wearing a coat.

Lu Changhua was not only wearing a cotton coat and cotton gloves, but also a sweater and woolen trousers. Even when he was running on the motorcycle, the cold wind was still biting, and his fingers and thighs were numb.

Originally, he didn't want to ride a motorcycle, but it would be easier to take a bus, but it was inconvenient.

There is only one bus a day. It leaves at seven in the morning and returns at three in the afternoon. After that time, there are no buses.

When I go to the city to do errands, I always think about the time and worry that the bus has left and I won't be able to go back.

It has caused psychological shadow in people.

I'm in a hurry when I get to the city. It often takes several times to get something done, which is not very efficient.

Now, Lu Changhua has a motorcycle. Although it is too cold to ride a motorcycle this season and the roads are slippery, he is free. He has more time to do things in the city, and he can handle things more comprehensively, so he doesn't have to be too busy.

The gravel road to the fork in the road has just been paved with sand, and the road surface has become very soft. Not only can the motorcycle not pick up speed, but it is also prone to crashing, and the motorcycle often shakes its head and tail.

In the dim morning, motorcycles roared low, and a bunch of lamp posts undulated through the dark protective forest, like a knight holding a lightsaber, cutting through the darkness and moving forward indomitably.

By the time he got on the road to Beining, there were already two or three people waiting for the bus.

A few wisps of red clouds appeared on the eastern horizon, and the sky and earth were clear.

Turning west at the fork in the road, he shifted gears and accelerated, speeding down the road.

The motorcycle headlights went out.

With the orange-red glow coming from behind, I could see through the mask that the trees on both sides of the road were dyed red.

The red and yellow leaves were illuminated by the rays of the sun, and reflected a rosy red color, changing the halo on Lu Changhua's mask.

There are few vehicles on the road and no pedestrians.

Only the dead grass on the roadside is covered with white frost, catering to the fiery redness between heaven and earth.

The road has been pockmarked by grain trucks. The road maintenance team has unloaded truckloads of gravel on the roadside. Road maintenance will be carried out in the next few days.

Lu Changhua rode for nearly two hours, and when he saw the big clock in the center of Badao Street, it was already 08:30 in the morning.

Beining Grain Depot is on Beigang Street. A few hundred meters south along the traffic road, you will reach the intersection to Beigang.

Turn right and you will reach the grain depot a hundred meters away.

The oil factory is not in the city, but in Shuguang Town, fifteen kilometers south.

Lu Changhua passed by the grain depot first and couldn't help but take a look. It would be good to at least ask about the price of grain.

When he arrived at the grain depot, there was a bustling flow of people and vehicles in front of the gate.

People from nearby villages drove donkey carts and horse-drawn carriages, pulling grain in sacks and queuing up at the door.

Food convoys from other farms were blocked outside.

The man in the security room was sweating profusely and directing traffic.

"Brother, how much does a pound of soybeans cost?"

Lu Changhua approached a young man delivering food on his motorcycle.

"Soybeans? I heard that the price is not high. The price increased this year by only 1 yuan."

He asked several people in succession, and they all said the same thing.

It seems that the purchase price of soybeans is the highest this year.

Seeing that the entrance was too crowded and I couldn't squeeze in for a while, I turned the car around and headed south.

He walked and inquired all the way, and finally came to Shuguang Town.

If you ask anyone about the oil factory, everyone will know.

"You go straight along this road and turn left at the third intersection."

Lu Changhua kept mumbling about going left at the third intersection, accidentally riding over the top and having to turn back.

Beining Oil Factory is very large, and this block is their factory area.

A big sign with black characters on a white background hangs at the gate, "Beining Grease Factory".

On the other side is a sign with red letters on a white background, "Beining Oil Factory Committee".

At the gate, Lu Changhua was stopped.

"Who are you looking for?"

The security guard asked with a serious face.

"Comrade, do we still collect soybeans here?"

"Are you selling soybeans?"

"Yes."

"Come and register."

Lu Changhua parked his motorcycle on one side of the gate and came to the window of the security room.

The old man handed over a notebook.

He had to write his name and reason honestly.

The old man looked at it and said from the window: "Well, do you see the building in front of you?"

"Ah, I saw it." "Second floor, acquisition station, go."

"Oh, thank you."

Lu Changhua got on his motorcycle and ran to the building in a hurry.

When we went up to the second floor, there was indeed an office with a sign for the purchasing station.

He knocked on the door and walked in.

The office was filled with smoke and there were seven or eight people arguing about something.

Lu Changhua was a little dumbfounded when he entered, and no one paid any attention to him.

What should be talked, what should be quarreled, everyone is smoking cigarettes, and the room is like a chimney blocked.

Lu Changhua had to bite the bullet and smile at the one closest to him.

"Comrade, is this a purchasing station?"

This is not nutritious, it is just asking questions knowingly.

"Ah, it's a purchasing station. What can I do for you?"

The man asked, blowing out a smoke ring.

"I have some beans..."

He took out his cigarettes, took one out and handed it over.

The man reached out and took it and looked at it.

"Oh, not bad, Phoenix."

He put the cigarette behind his ear and said slowly: "Selling beans?"

"what."

"Find him."

The man pointed at a middle-aged man surrounded by everyone.

At this time, the middle-aged man slammed the table, stood up and said, "Your level is level three, and it won't work for anyone!"

The man surrounding him was red-faced, thick-necked, and speechless.

Another person quickly put the cigarette in his hand into the middle-aged man's hand and said, "Master Wu, where is mine? Please show me the grade of my beans."

"Oh, don't hang around me anymore! I told you that after the level verification, no one can change it. Don't you know what your own taste is like?! It's useless no matter how much you tell me."

"Let's go, let's go, let's all disperse."

Master Wu waved his hand and pushed everyone out.

"Master Wu, Master Wu, help me take a look again."

"Comrade, it's not easy for us to come all the way here."

"Master, my old man will give you a kowtow."

The place was a mess.

Lu Changhua quickly stepped aside.

These people were pushed out. Master Wu looked at Lu Changhua who was still standing in the room and said impatiently: "I told you, the level can't be changed. It's useless to waste time here. Let's go."

He reached out and pulled Lu Changhua's coat out the door.

"Hey, Master Wu, I'm not asking you to change your level."

"Ah? Then what are you doing here?"

"I'll sell the beans."

"Where are the beans?"

"here."

He grabbed a handful of soybeans from his schoolbag and put them in Master Wu's hand.

Master Wu looked at Lu Changhua, then at the soybeans in his hand, dropped one and chewed it in his mouth.

"Yeah, not bad, below 12 water, beans are fine too. How many are there?"

Master Wu asked.

"There are more than 20 tons."

"Well, when can I get you here?"

"It will take a day or two."

"Then bring me here. If this is the case, level one."

After Master Wu finished speaking, he handed the beans in his hand to Lu Changhua.

"Thank you, Master Wu."

"Soybeans of your quality are naturally first-class. You don't need to have connections or find anyone. Do you have to be strong to make iron?"

Lu Changhua said yes again and again. As soon as he took out the cigarette, Master Wu waved his hand, pointed at his neck and said, "No, I can't smoke anymore, my voice is hoarse."

"Save it for later and smoke it slowly."

Lu Changhua took back the opened box of cigarettes in his hand, took out a whole pack of cigarettes from his schoolbag, and placed them on his desk.

"Tsk, let me tell you what's wrong with you, this is not a good thing."

As Master Wu spoke, he opened the drawer, reached out and swiped on the table, and the whole carton of cigarettes disappeared.

"Where are you from? Do you have any more beans?"

"I'm from Changshui Farm. I have plenty of beans. Is this the level?"

"The grade is easy to say, as long as the quality is good, our factory can make cash!"

"Okay, Master Wu, my name is Lu Changhua. Give me a phone number and I will contact you."

"There is still some shortage of soybeans this year. It is best if you can contact me. This is my phone number."

Master Wu took out a pen and paper and wrote down his phone number, followed by the word "Wu".

Lu Changhua put away the note, smiled and said to Old Wu: "Master Wu, can we have a light meal together at noon?"

"At noon? I'm too busy these days. Let's wait until you bring the beans."

"Okay, I'll go back and do it right away."

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