It starts with the production team driving the big truck

Chapter 67: Twelve big golden lumps! (Seeking for collection)
This hoard is filled with soybeans. According to the custom in the Northeast, every household has the habit of making soybean paste in spring, so every household has a quota of soybeans, but the quantity is not much. A family weighing ten or eight pounds is enough to support the sky. .

A thousand kilograms of soybeans were quickly filled and placed on the camel cart, making the wooden wheels creak.

"Comrade Sun, look, one thousand kilograms of soybeans have been loaded on the truck, and I've added an extra fifty kilograms for you..." Lao Liang, the weighmaster, shook hands with Sun Jianping enthusiastically. The donkey-faced man's cold expression The poker face only rarely shows a smile when facing the savior who leads his son.

He handed over a list. Sun Jianping glanced at it, then looked at the bulging sacks in the car, nodded, and handed it to Lao Cao.

Lao Cao let out a long sigh, took out the seal of the Taipingshan Commune Team 7, and pressed it on it with a sigh. This was considered a loss of money and goods.

The 10,000 kilograms of grain were also loaded onto the Lele cart that Bao Tu and the others came over. They were stacked layer by layer and tightened with ropes to prevent them from falling.

Looking at these hard-won food, the eyes of the herdsmen were red!
Lao Liang winked, and two workers carrying large bags from the grain depot brought a sack of corn and loaded it directly into the car. Sun Jianping smiled and said, "Can you please tell Director Shang that we have received your kindness, and we will return now." !”

"Let's go!"

"Goodbye!" Sun Jianping picked up his riding crop and waved to them!
"Jianping, thanks to you this time!"

Now that the cattle and sheep in the pastoral area were hungry, Bao Tu and Mr. Baolide were unable to stay for a long time, so they hurriedly set off on their way back.

"Brother Baotu, you're so polite! We can only help to this extent." Sun Jianping looked at the camel fleet lined up and said apologetically. He didn't know how long 10,000 kilograms of grain could last.

I can only pray that God will show mercy and stop it from snowing!

"We can't thank you enough for this!" Old Man Baolide took his hand and thanked him profusely.

Bao Tu looked around and saw that no one was around. He grabbed Sun Jianping's arm and stuffed a warm metal lump into his sleeve. "You'll take it first. I'll give it to Uncle Cao and Uncle Zhang later. I'll leave first." Go to the grassland in spring and I will catch larks for you to play with."

Without waiting for Sun Jianping to say anything, Bao Tu led the camel and left Durki Commune amidst the melodious sound of camel bells, walking toward the vast white wilderness in the distance.

Thirty Lele carts, the first ten filled with grain, and the last twenty filled with corn stalks used as feed for cattle and sheep, one after another headed towards the distant grassland in the west, gradually getting further and further away, and finally turned into a road. The long black line disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Chirp!"

Hai Dongqing circled around the top of Duerji Commune, turned into an arrow and chased the camel caravan at high speed.

"Alas!" Lao Cao and others stood at the intersection, watching them leave until they were out of sight. Then he sighed, jumped on the carriage, and picked up the riding whip, "Jianping, don't look away, let's go back!"

"Ok!"

Sun Jianping pinched the hard metal lump in his sleeve and jumped on the carriage.

The horses started running, the wheels of the rubber-tired cart rolled over the solid snow, and they ran toward home with the sun behind their backs amidst the melodious sound of bells.

Sun Jianping quietly took out the heavy lump and took a look. It was oval in shape, golden in color, with a slight green light. On it were engraved "Guangxu Kujin of the Qing Dynasty", "Zuchi" and "Kuping Shiliang". etc words.

Good guy!
Ten ounces of gold!

Pure golden lumps!

Sun Jianping threw the golden knot into the small bottle. When he poured it out, it turned into two. He weighed it and grinned.

Thanks to Brother Baotu for the "seed", we have such a rich "harvest"! By the time they returned to Ermajia Village, it was already dark. Lao Cao and Lao Zhang were sitting cross-legged on the kang, counting the remaining four hundred yuan. The flesh on their faces twitched, and they grabbed their pipes and smoked again. Gudu started to smoke.

"Congratulations, Comrade Lao Cao, our team has suffered another five hundred famines!" Zhang Ziyi stretched his waist and smiled self-deprecatingly, "If there are many lice, there will be no bites. If there is no famine, there will be no worries. Let's celebrate. ?”

Lao Cao raised his eyelids and took a look, snorting from his nose, "Then what do you say? This is a debt we elders owe to others!"

"That pair, if their ancestors didn't lend a hand to help, our ancestors would have starved to death in this mountain forest!" Lao Zhang sat up, pulled up the ledger and glanced at it from beginning to end, "Our team is so poor, if it weren't for You have been planning carefully over the years, but now the famine is in danger."

"Don't talk nonsense with me. Let me ask you something. Do you think the trick Jianping said will work?" Lao Cao knocked the ashes from his cigarette and asked Zhang Ziyi. Zhang Ziyi grinned, "Okay, why doesn't it work?" Who doesn’t buy some New Year’s goods for the Chinese New Year? No matter how poor you are, you still have to celebrate the New Year!”

"I'm not talking about New Year's goods, I'm talking about going to the market..." Lao Cao kicked him, "You bastard, put your shoes on, you're so horny..."

"Fuck! You're pretending to be clean again!" Zhang Ziyi touched two handfuls of socks and put them under his nose, "Smell it, it's so fresh..."

"Go away!" Lao Cao picked up the copper cigarette pot that Director Wang gave him as compensation and smashed it down. Zhang Ziyi chuckled and pulled back his hand, rubbing it twice on his cotton coat, "Let's get down to business, ever since we had a village, going to the market has been a must. It hasn’t stopped. I don’t know what’s going on since the year before last. People in Huchao are no longer allowed to go to the market. They even have trouble buying a basket. Isn’t this nonsense?”

"What do you know? I'm not allowed to go to the market because I'm afraid that these people will mess with me..." Lao Cao pulled the big teapot and took a sip, "Jianping is right, we can't handle the restoration of the New Year's Fair alone. , we have to let the supply and marketing cooperative take the lead..."

While the two were chatting, Sun Jianping pushed the door open and came in. He took out the heavy gold nugget from his pocket and threw it on the kang with a clang, "Uncle, Brother Bao Tu gave it to me before he left. You can keep it!"

"Oh shit, this old boy Bao Tu is so particular!" Zhang Ziyi grabbed it and bit it with his teeth. Looking at the two obvious teeth marks on it, he grinned.

"Mr. Baolide is really good at his job." Lao Cao grabbed it and said, "It's very rare. What do you want?"

"Jianping, listen, what your Uncle Cao said is human talk, isn't it? I want it, so am I so rare that I want this thing? The gold I passed in my hands in the early years is gone!" Zhang Ziyi just said this, his mind was spinning. He was hit with a cigarette pot and said, "What the hell!"

Zhang Ziyi rubbed his head, and Sun Jianping couldn't help laughing. Old Cao rolled his eyes at him, "You don't know what to say, let the children laugh! Jianping, sit down and tell me about the trick you made last time!" "

"Let's wait until Wang Heitian. I have to go cook. My eldest brother and sister-in-law have returned to their parents' home..."

Sun Jianping put the sleeping little Wu Yue on the bed, pulled a small quilt full of patches to cover her, and turned around and entered the kitchen.

Lao Cao knocked the ashes from his cigarette, turned to look at the young man working in the kitchen, and sighed.

Dinner was still steamed buns, but there was a main dish: small pickles stir-fried with beef jerky sent by Bao Tu and the others. They were placed in the middle of the table. Lao Cao picked them up and took a bite. He nodded with satisfaction, "It doesn't matter what kind of vegetables you use. Add some meat star and the flavor will be perfect!”

"Uncle Cao, this is how to eat..." Sun Jianping opened the steamed bun, put a chopstick of fried beef and pickles in it, then closed the steamed bun and took a bite, which made the two children's eyes wide open. !

Brother is so smart!

"I'll try it too!" Xiao Xingwen followed suit and took a bite. The crunchiness of the pickles and the taste of beef jerky made the little guy give it a thumbs up!

Really delicious!
"Ugh!"

Thinking of the famine he owed again, Lao Cao was so worried that he couldn't eat.

"Uncle, you don't have to worry. As long as you follow my method, it will definitely work." Sun Jianping was full of confidence, and Lao Cao smiled bitterly, "What did the supply and marketing cooperative say?"

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