The old horse monkey asked "who" in the house a few times, but Lamei did not answer, and still knocked on the door vigorously. The old horse monkey felt strange www.biquge.info pen & fun & pavilion, got up and walked out with a horse lantern.

Lamei hurriedly flashed into the space passage and observed the old horse monkey inside

The old horse monkey took the lantern to the warehouse to take a look, and saw that the door buckle crane had been pried open, and knew that something was wrong, so he quickly called the captain.

Wang Guilan was also startled, and went to the house to take a look, and there was no shortage of corn. Seeing some corn kernels scattered at the door, I held a horse lamp and looked at it, it was still a small grain red planted last year, and there was no big horse tooth, it seemed that it was not the corn in the hoard. I was glad that I had doubts.

That night, Wang Guilan and the old horse monkey slept in the warehouse.

The next day, Wang Guilan found two large cabinets, put them in the accounting room of the team headquarters, and put the corn and wheat in the warehouse into the cabinets and locked them.

"The three of us know about this. Wang Guilan said to Niu Ruixi and Zheng Jindong: "Don't spread it." Last night was a little worse, if it weren't for the old horse monkey getting up and scaring away the thief, the canteen wouldn't even be able to make gruel. I can't show it again!"

"But......" Zheng Jindong's brows furrowed into a big pimple: "But, in this way, I won't be able to receive the food sent by the white-haired grandmother!"

Wang Guilan: "I didn't fall asleep at all in the warehouse last night, just thinking about it." Besides, the white-haired grandmother is a god and is not restricted.

The door to the storeroom was always locked, so that if she could enter, she could put it in the cupboard. When you are a god, you are still like you, and you have to open the door and climb the hoard when you put some things. People use divine power, and when they think in their hearts, as soon as they use divine power, things will be done. Don't take you to God's house. ”

Zheng Jindong thought about it: the warehouse has a lock, and since the white-haired grandmother can enter it, the shop cabinet will definitely be able to enter.

He believed the captain's explanation, "clicked", and locked the cupboard. The key is threaded into his own key chain, and he no longer has to worry about the food in the cupboard.

Lamei made a mistake: the spatial passage is immaterial and can pass through any object. But her body can't shrink, and she has to have a space to move through the past.

More than 300 catties of grain were packed inside, and they were already full of one, and she could only cross from here to there, and she couldn't enter the shop cabinet at all.

Lamei was dumbfounded, and if she wanted to follow the corn inside, she could only wait for the cupboard to be empty.

In order to eat more days, Wang Guilan ordered: less grits, more water, and thinner porridge.

In this way, the porridge on the eleventh team can't hang up the bowl!

In order to fill their stomachs, people went around digging wild vegetables in the midst of complaints. After digging it, wash it, go to the canteen to cook it, and then mix it in the gruel, so that you can eat enough water and vegetables.

However, the solar term has just passed Qingming, and there is no rain, and very few wild vegetables come out of the field. There are many people looking for it, and I can't find two after wandering around for a long time.

So the people dismantled the pillows at home, took out the straw inside, crushed them with a mill, and used them to steam the chaff nests.

But there is too much chaff in the straw grain, and the nest head can't be taken together. The young bark of the elm tree—the phloem of the old bark attached to the woody stem—was shoveled down, dried, and crushed, and the elm bark under the basket was miserably put into the straw flour, so that the steamed nest was not yet suitable to disperse.

Every family is tearing down pillows, shoveling elm bark, rolling straw, and every family has no pots, they all have to be cooked in the room, you do it, I do it. In order to compete for priority, there are people who quarrel, there are people who fight, and there are people who take the wrong ones.

The team couldn't adjust it, so when they weren't cooking, they let the members scramble to line up to steam the chaff.

Wang's potbelly was originally beaten, and a bowl of thin gruel that could shine on the moon was eaten as if he hadn't eaten it, and his stomach was "growling" for 24 hours.

In desperation, after eating the straw in his pillow, he carried an iron shovel and a small cloth bag in his armpits, and went to the ground to dig a hole in the barn (vole).

He has a lot of strength and patience, and he really digs a lot. At most, half a dustpan of grains can be dug out of a hole. Although most of them have sprouted and suffocated, they are grain after all.

Wash it, dry it, crush it on a mill, and take it to the team to steam it into a nest, and you can fool your stomach for a few days.

When the members saw that he had gained, they all followed suit. A big pit was dug in the field, a big pit after a big pit.

Not everyone can dig up food, and some dig a few holes, but they can't dig a single grain, so they have to give up and continue digging wild vegetables and shoveling elm bark.

When he dug almost the hole in the warehouse in the field and couldn't dig up the grain grains, he remembered the dried steamed buns dried by Lamei.

Since the blank was beaten, Wang Da Belly has never asked Lamei for dry steamed buns. He felt that the white-haired grandmother treated him well, and it was not easy for Lamei to dry some steamed buns, and he couldn't be endless.

This time he was so hungry that if he didn't have a little, he would find it hard to get through.

"Nier, grandpa's meal is large, a bowl of gruel is not enough to stuff his teeth, and he can't dig a warehouse nest these days. Do you still have dried steamed buns? If so, save the big-bellied grandfather. ”

"Yes, Grandpa Shan. As he spoke, he moved the basket and gave him two handfuls.

"How many dried steamed buns have you dried?" Wang Da looked at the basket and asked: "When I wanted it before the blank, it was also this half basket, and now it is still this half basket, you don't eat it yourself?"

Lamei smiled: "Eat." But how much can I eat as a small person?"

"If you can't finish eating, can I order it every day? Soak it in gruel, how much can you cushion your hunger." ”

"Yes, every day when you are cooking, you can come and get some. There are limited things, and I can't give you a lot at once. ”

"Okay, every morning when I eat, I'll come and ask for one, just two handfuls, not two big nests. ”

A sentence reminded Lamei: The reason why I dried steamed buns at the beginning was because I thought of using it to feed people's hunger when they were hungry in the future.

Now people only have gruel to drink, and no one can eat enough, so it's time to send out the steamed buns.

But this is a "little silly girl" when the mud balls are dried and thrown away. Now it is served in a mat basket, and the sanitary conditions cannot be discussed.

I don't know how people feel and whether they want to eat it. Take it out and distribute it to people, and then arouse people's disgust, isn't it kind to make a donkey's liver and lungs.

But if people take the initiative to ask for it, just like Wang Da's belly, it means that they are willing to eat, and they regard this as life-saving food and attract attention.

How can you let people know that they are distributing steamed buns?

Let Wang Da belly do propaganda and attract people's attention?

That's it, because Wang Da Belly is the only one who thinks of steamed buns, and it's not the first time he has come to ask for it.

The next day, when Wang Da Belly came back to ask for it, Lamei filled him with two full pockets.