It starts with the production team driving the big truck

Chapter 4 Almost died!

The sun after the snow finally parted the clouds, and the white sunlight shone on everyone's faces, making them unable to open their eyes.

More and more production teams drove carriages to deliver the public grain, and the long queues stretched for a mile. Seeing that the work of the grain depot was so slow, some people couldn't help but started to curse.

"Jianping, come up and see what's going on. It's like giving birth to a child..." Lao Zhang stamped his feet anxiously, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, cursing. .

"Ok!"

Sun Jianping walked on the muddy road and walked to the entrance of the grain depot. There was still a long queue in front of him. The scale operator, the quality inspector and the accountant were squatting on the ground, discussing with each other. What.

"Uncle, what's going on?" Sun Jianping asked a farmer driving a carriage beside him. The old farmer sighed, "The broken scale is broken again. It broke just once. It's a pile of junk, so I can't replace it with a new one..."

The scale is broken...

With his hands behind his back, he stepped into the mud mixed with black mud, snow water and scattered corn grains, and walked step by step into the grain depot compound, stopping in front of the scale.

This scale looks a bit old, and the green anti-rust paint on it has long since peeled off, revealing its rusty texture. The three heads came together and turned the scale over and over, looking at this and patting it, but nothing ever happened. Can't find what's wrong.

"Isn't that right? The corn particles are all stuck in... They are all blind and caliper-eyed..."

The scale clerk squatted on the ground, put a bamboo chopstick into the gap of the scale, and took out the corn grains. The cold sun hung in the sky boringly, casting thin white light.

"Can you do it? Let's clean up these rags and deal with them blindly. Pay close attention to the scale!" A man who looked like a squad leader got impatient from waiting and started shouting.

"If you want to pay, then pay. If you don't want to, I'm going to rush you here!" The scale master raised his head and glared at the man. The man suddenly became angry, his eyes were blood red, and his fists clenched loudly!

But what can he do? He is a scale weigher, how dare you offend him?
Unless you don’t want to pay public food!

Sun Jianping stood up, looked at several grain depot workers who were still maintaining the scales slowly, shook his head, turned around and was about to leave, when a small colorful leather ball rolled under his feet.

Sun Jianping picked up the ball and looked around to find its owner. Suddenly he saw a little boy dressed like a cotton bag standing under the grain store in the distance, squinting and waving to him!

"Kid, is this your ball?" Sun Jianping raised the ball high and shouted loudly. The little guy smiled and nodded at him!
"then……"

Suddenly I saw a horse pulling a cart full of grain in a convoy in the distance, running around like crazy! There was a panic at the scene!
"The horse was startled!"

The frightened horse screamed, spread its hooves, dragged its long reins, and rushed straight towards Sun Jianping. Sun Jianping hurriedly dodged, and the carriage full of grain passed by, almost knocking him to the ground!
"child!"

When the commune members who were waiting to hand over grain saw the horse startled, they immediately cursed, jumped their feet, threw their whips, and rushed over from all directions!

The poor little boy didn't know what was happening, but he still waved to Sun Jianping, hoping he would throw the ball over!

Sun Jianping didn't have time to think too much and rushed over in a few steps!

In the blink of an eye, the frightened horse had rushed in front of the child, stopped suddenly, and dropped the food bag on the carriage to the ground. The frightened horse's eyes were red, hot breath was blowing out of its nose, and it was staring at what was in front of it. little boy!

Only then did the poor child react. He was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground and cried loudly. The crazy draft horse suddenly straightened its hind legs, raised its front hooves high, and stepped down hard on the child who was blocking the way!

"Daddy help!"

The child's cry echoed throughout the grain depot!
Almost everyone’s hearts were in their throats!
It's over, that child probably won't survive!

At this critical moment, a black shadow rushed over and grabbed the horse's reins tightly!

The big white horse pulling the cart was pulled by him like this and lost its accuracy. The horse's hoof fell heavily and stepped hard on the colorful ball. The ball exploded with a bang and deflated!
"Catch the horse quickly!"

Everyone swarmed up, grabbed the reins, covered the frightened horse's eyes, took off the harness, and took it aside.

"Xu..."

Sun Jianping let out a long breath, stretched out his hand to touch the blood on his forehead, and then looked at the frightened fat boy sitting on the snow. There was a buzzing in his ears!

Almost died!

A fat man wearing a navy blue tunic suit with a pen stuck in his coat pocket ran over, picked up the child on the ground, and nervously touched it here and there.

"Are you okay? Are you okay? Tell daddy that Gada loves you. It really scares daddy to death..."

The little guy leaned his head on the fat man's arms, bit his finger, and pointed at the crushed ball, "Uncle, the ball is broken!"

"Well, it's broken. Uncle will buy you another one later." Sun Jianping smiled and pinched the little guy's face, lifted up his sleeves and wiped the blood on his forehead. "Thank you, thank you so much..." Director Shang held Sun Jianping's hand, his voice changed with excitement, "Look, your forehead is bruised, go to the health center and have a look..."

"No, it's just a skin injury." Sun Jianping smiled and broke away from his hand, "It's best that the child is okay. I'll go back first."

"Wait a minute, young man, you look unfamiliar. Which team are you from? What's your last name?" Director Shang suddenly remembered something and took a few steps to ask.

Sun Jianping did not respond, but put on his hat and walked out of the grain depot without looking back.

"You save people without seeking repayment, what a good man!" The fat director looked at his back, rested his chin on his hand, and secretly praised him.

The scale was finally repaired, and the convoy of public rations began to move forward slowly again. Lao Cao hurried back, holding the account book for the public rations in his hand, and tiptoed from time to time to look ahead, his heart pounding like a drum.

"I heard from Director Xu that a new weighing officer came this year. He seems to be a relative of the leader of the Grain Bureau. This grandson is the most damn shady. I don't know if he can stop us..."

"Fuck, if he dares to block us, I'll slap them both!"

"Look at what you can do. There are so many graves in the mass graves, but not many of them were killed by you..."

"Don't make any noise, it's our turn soon..."

Old Cao grabbed his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Hearing the accountant's shout, he hurriedly responded, led the horse, stepped on the muddy ground, and entered the grain depot.

"Which team are you from?" A thin accountant wearing blue overalls, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a pen in his coat pocket sat at a primary school student's desk, tearing off a receipt and making a ball. He threw the ball aside and asked Captain Cao.

"He's from Taipingshan Brigade's Second Horse and Seventh Brigade." Captain Cao's heart suddenly lifted and he handed over the thick account book.

The accountant looked through it, picked up the pen, pulled a thin piece of paper a few times, tore it off, clamped it in the account book, waved his hand, "Go in!"

Captain Cao waved behind him, and Sun Jianping took the bay-red horse, stepped on the mud mixed with black mud, snow water, and scattered corn grains, walked into the grain depot compound step by step, and stopped in front of the scale.

The quality inspector picked up a long grain probe with a hollow center, pierced it into the sack, and pulled it out with his hand, and the yellow and golden corn was brought out. He picked it twice to check the quality, and then picked it up. He put a plump one in his mouth, took a bite, clapped his hands, and walked to the accountant.

Lao Cao lost no time in handing over two boxes of cigarettes. The accountant and the scale clerk took them without raising their heads and stuffed them into their coat pockets.

"Two horses, seven teams, fourteen water!"

call!
Lao Cao wiped his sweat, and after fourteen drinks, he barely passed the test!
After checking the water, it was time to weigh the food. Lao Cao reined in the bay red horse. Sun Jianping and Lao Cai jumped on the car, took the sacks filled with grain from the car, and stacked them one by one on the scale.

Director Xu was right when he said that the poundmaster had a strange face, with slanted eyes, a long nose and a broad face, like a donkey's face.

When the fourth bag was stacked, the scale made a creaking sound, and the scale clerk waved his hand to signal not to put it down!
If it gets crushed, it will take time to repair!

He bent down, grabbed two heavy weights the size of plates, placed them on the dial, and slid the weight in the middle bit by bit.

Looking at the slowly moving weight, Lao Cao's heart was in his throat and pounding. These bastards in the grain depot had a lot of tricks up their sleeves. A sack of grain was only one or two pounds short of that. It’s not a small number!

If there is not enough scale, you will have to go back to get it later. Not to mention the delay in going back and forth, this year has been flooded and droughted. After paying the public grain, how much can each household share with the remaining grain?
Aren’t you going to have to spend the spring famine next year?
Ugh!
Among these rich and powerful people, who wouldn’t seize the opportunity to slap us old peasants?

The weighmaster drooped his eyelids and inadvertently moved the weight with his fingers. Just when he was about to report the number, he suddenly heard a cough in his ear!
He turned around and saw that it was the director of the grain depot!
"Old Liang, come here!"

Director Shang waved to the clerk. The clerk hurriedly wiped the dust from his face, ran over and showed a flattering smile.

They were too far away, and Lao Cao didn't see clearly what Director Shang said to the scale operator. Sun Jianping looked at the weight stopped at the "35" position and wanted to reach out to fiddle with it, but Lao Cao pressed it down. live.

The weigher ran back again, looked at Sun Jianping suspiciously, pinched the weight on the scale with two fingers, moved it slightly, and reported the final number!
"One thousand, seven hundred and forty pounds."

Lao Cao let out a long sigh, thank you!
We had already weighed it at home before coming here. The total weight of this car was 1,740 kilograms. It seemed that the weighmaster was not as shady as the rumors said!

Soon the grain was weighed out. Originally, Lao Cao had brought an extra two hundred kilograms to guard against something fishy in the grain depot. Unexpectedly, after eight carts of grain were weighed, the difference was less than ten kilograms!
How strange!

Lao Cao looked at the new scale operator with a surprised look on his face. It wasn't until the scale operator coughed that he woke up as if from a dream. He thanked everyone profusely and asked everyone to carry the grain into the grain store.

"Don't you think this little guy is a bad guy? Why didn't you take advantage of us?"

"Your eyes are white. Don't you dare to play dirty tricks? That's what the director of the grain depot has said!"

"Who is so proud that the director of the grain depot can speak personally? It must be Lao Zhang!"

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