Time passed day by day, the bell of the production team rang, and it was the day when the team handed in the task food.

The production team had already counted the grain, and even weighed and bagged the grain handed in, and Captain Ma was very happy as soon as he was notified.

Not only did he hand it over to carry out the next step of grain distribution, but more importantly, the sooner he went, the less worried about another autumn rain, and there was no need to queue up overnight.

At this time, the task of handing over the grain is usually before dawn, and the queue at the door of the grain depot is waiting, if you can't line up at the door for a day, you have to keep lining up there.

Every autumn, there will be a large procession to deliver grain, which can be discharged for two miles, and the scene is quite spectacular, and occasionally there will be people who take advantage of the fire to rob. Especially when it comes to sleeping at night, there are often people who lose food, so most of the food delivery teams are big men, watching the car and watching the grain in shifts.

Before the sky was polished, the team members had gathered at the warehouse and began to load the trucks one by one...... The ox carts were full, and then the carts were loaded, and each one was full. Most of these carts come from various households, otherwise the rest of the public grain will have to be picked by manpower.

Maloutun is not far from the commune's grain management office, but because they are all dirt roads, the ground is uneven and overweight trucks, so not only the cattle are struggling, but it is also very difficult to pull the cart with bare hands, the cart keeps swaying from side to side, and the wooden frame is creaking and creaking.

Each cart behind the ox cart was made up of two people, one pushing and the other pulling the reins, but fortunately there was no high bridge on the road to the commune, otherwise it would not have been possible to rely on the strength of two people.

This year, Guan Ping'an finally kept up with the pace of her father and Ma Zhenzhong, and was fortunate to witness the grand occasion along the way to pay the public grain.

No one on the road will say that they will rest first, because there are too many people to pay public food, maybe it will be a moment late, and when you arrive, you don't know that you will have to queue up until the Year of the Monkey.

There are indeed a lot of people and cars on the road, and the roads that cross the front and back of several villages are almost all covered with carts, and it is very rare to see horse-drawn carts pulling grain, let alone the so-called walk-behind tractors on the radio.

Ma Zhenzhong pulled the reins in front of the board car, Guan Youshou pushed back, and a Guan Ping'an followed to join in the fun, but it didn't look too tired.

But it's also hard.

Fortunately, the captain of the Ma Brigade, who first set off with the ox carts, had already inquired about the results.

They arrived early, but there were still three production teams in front of them, so their board car team could only line up in a corner.

Everyone can finally rest at this time, set up the cart, and squeak back and forth if they want to smoke to relieve fatigue, and run to the side to smoke a few sips to relieve fatigue.

Guan Ping'an hurriedly untied the kettle first and handed it to her father, "Dad, you and my uncle drink water." ”

"You drink first. Does it hurt in the foot?"

Guan Ping'an took a small sip, immediately handed it to him, and shook his head happily, "I run every day, and this little road is nothing." ”

Guan Youshou wiped the sweat on his forehead with a towel around his neck, shook his head with a smile, took a big sip from the bottle, and handed it to Ma Zhenzhong.

Ma Zhenzhong also brought water hyacinth, and the two of them shook at him first as they spoke, looking at the long convoy in front, "I don't know what to do with our turn." ”

No one has been able to answer this promise definitively.

Guan Ping'an wanted to run to the front to inquire about the situation, but she was afraid that her father would worry, so she thought about it and waited quietly by his side.

The waiting time was not boring, and after a while, there was a long queue behind them with a curved cart, and soon they shouted and screamed.

The venue was lively.

When it comes to gossip, men are not inferior to women, and even compared to talking about people's rights and wrongs, their topics are even more nonsense.

There are also a few friends of her father who are also fortunate to gather here, you come and I tease, make fun of each other or something, and listen to Guan Ping'an's eyes even more happily.

It was almost lunchtime, and finally the cart took another step, and soon it was their turn.

Guan Ping'an glanced at the few young people who were walking along the convoy, pulled her father, and motioned for him to take a quick look at what these people were doing?

Guan Youshou glanced at it and whispered, "Check the grain grade." ”

Understand.

The so-called power to inspect grain grades is greater, and although these people are ordinary workers, they write down how many levels they have on the grain inspection list.

Guan Ping'an rolled his eyes. Although the price of public grain is already very low, it is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the highest grade and the lowest grade can be different.

Guan Ping'an walked to Ma Zhenzhong's side and pulled his clothes, "Does my grandpa Ma know anyone?"

Guan Youshou on the side raised his eyebrows.

He knew that her daughter was with him, and her brain was very useful, and she could understand it at all. It's a pity that he and Ma Zhenzhong still had acquaintances a few years ago, but that guy was transferred away in 62.

Ma Zhenzhong said softly, "Bring a cigarette." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the little girl said that she understood, and the person had already jumped to the side and ran to the front, so he asked the buddy next to him puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Guan Youshou glanced at him with a smile and watched his daughter run forward...... The answer is here~

"Brother Changchang~" Guan Ping'an jumped between the board car teams in front of the production team, tilting his little head, "Brother Changchang?"

As Li Changle's little friend who never leaves Meng, Zhang Changchang has long known Guan Ping'an's brother and sister, and when he heard this, he turned his head and suddenly smiled, "Why did you run here to play?"

Guan Ping'an ran to his side and smiled at several of his colleagues, "I'm not here to play, brother Changchang, I'm also a small club member." ”

String songs know the meaning of elegance.

Zhang Changchang has worked for two years, and he understands very well why those villagers say good things to their young people with smiling faces, and even have a low voice, just because they are afraid that they will suffer a big loss during the inspection.

In fact, they all know each other, except for the occasional colleague who is in a bad mood, no one will deliberately make things difficult, but it is estimated that even this little girl doesn't believe these words.

He laughed and tugged at the pigtail on Guan Ping'an's head, "Don't run around, my brother is busy buying you popsicles here." This is my aunt's little niece. ”

Zhang Changchang hinted to his colleagues, as long as there is no problem, your subordinates will be merciful, don't return it, otherwise I won't be able to explain to my aunt.

"Okay, I'm not running, it's my turn later. ”

Zhang Changyuan nodded, pulled her to his side, and poked a large hollow awl into the food pocket, and when he pulled it out, the hollow part of the awl was full of a tube of grain.

At this time, you can see him observing, skillfully squeaking into his mouth, and beginning to set the first-class, second-class, and third-class grains.

"Second class!"

If this doesn't pass, he will say, no, go back and bring it again. The production team that delivered the grain should be crying, if it doesn't work, it won't work.