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Zheng Jindong's face was also nervous, looking at the captain Wang Guilan for a while, and looking at Wang Guizhong who was still kneeling on the ground for a while.

Wang Guizhong was still kneeling, his body trembling slightly.

"How many mouths?" asked Wang Guilan coldly.

Wang Guizhong: "One hundred and sixty-seven." ”

Wang Guilan took another breath and smoked again. Time moved with difficulty, and Wang Guilan's cigarette smoked two pots in a row.

Finally, Wang Guilan knocked the cigarette ash on the ground and stretched out a finger towards Zheng Jindong.

Zheng Jindong understood everything: The captain was going to lend food to the 12th team! The 11th team did not have much food, and it was impossible to say when it would be eaten, but if he had to lend a bag, the food would not be in trouble, and the members of the 11th team would not even be able to drink porridge in the autumn.

But he didn't dare to say that at the moment of life and death, clan relations prevailed. The surnames of the eleventh and twelfth teams were the same ancestor two hundred and fifty years ago, and the descendants of the same generation were lined up in the middle, which everyone knows.

His surname is Zheng, and he is the only surname in the eleventh team, and he must be exquisite in all directions to eat. The captain made a decision, and he didn't want to burn his jacket for lice. I had to nod in agreement.

"Get up, go back and call the two legs that are not swollen, and carry a bag of corn. Wang Guilan said to Wang Guizhong, who was still kneeling.

Wang Guizhong's body trembled violently, he slowly got up, clasped his hands into fists and made two swings in a row, twisted his body, his two legs were obviously much stronger than when he came, and walked back quickly.

Smoke rose from the room of Team 12 again, and everyone on Team 11 knew that it was the food lent by Team 11, and everyone was grateful in their hearts for Team 11's kindness.

The fact that the 12th team borrowed food from the 11th team also reached the ears of the other production captains, and at the same time, there was also the news that all the members of the 11th team of the Qingming Festival ate enough noodles, which made a villager envious.

There is food on the eleven team!

Almost all of them had such an idea. The teams that had been cut off and who drank only the gruel that shone to the moon came to borrow food for the eleventh team.

In the year of the great famine, food is life! As the captain of the team, Wang Guilan said that he could not borrow the lives of the members of the 11th team! In desperation, he simply came to a little ghost and did not meet him -- he hid!

The captains of each team couldn't find Wang Guilan, so they all flocked to the team headquarters and reasoned with the village party secretary:

"Team 11 must have lied about the disaster, but they actually recovered a lot. Otherwise, we wouldn't have eaten food by this time!"

"The teams are out of cooking, and they still have enough noodles to eat, if this is a smash, they will have to eat for several days!"

"I heard that until the Qingming Festival, the canteen has been steaming dry food, or cornmeal nests, golden and yellow, our team hasn't eaten it for half a year, and we have forgotten its taste!"

“…………”

The captains gossiped and responded to the village party secretary what they heard and saw.

When Wang Qingbo heard that there was such a situation under his nose, he immediately took the team committee of the brigade and the captain of the eleven production teams to the team headquarters of the eleventh team.

"Where's the blind Lanzi?" asked Niu Ruixi, the secretary of the office with a tiger face.

As soon as Niu Ruixi saw the formation, he guessed eight or nine without leaving ten, and his words were not smooth: "He ...... He...... Something went out. ”

"Call him back!"

"Yes, I'll look for it. ”

Niu Ruixi went to the cowshed to find Wang Guilan and told the story of the team leaders brought by the branch secretary.

Wang Guilan also realized the seriousness of the matter. But no matter how serious it is, the branch secretary came in person, and he, the team leader, can't be ignored.

Although Niu Ruixi is an accountant transferred from the outside team, at this moment, his heart is also attached to the eleventh team.

"Some captains still have pockets in their armpits, I think they are all rushing for food, you have to be mentally prepared. Niu Ruixi said gloomily.

"Ahem!" Wang Guilan looked up to the sky and sighed: "I see, the food can't be saved." "The legs that walked towards the team site were like lead.

"Where's your warehouse? ”

Without any opening remarks, Wang Qingbo asked as soon as he saw Wang Guilan.

"Key...... At...... In the hands of custodians. Wang Guilan trembled and stumbled when she spoke.

"Tell him to go!" Wang Qingbo's tone was non-negotiable.

Niu Ruixi called Zheng Jindong again.

The warehouse was opened, and the eyes of the branch secretary and the leaders of the production teams were full of green light: in the year of the great famine, when all the production teams were about to stop cooking, there were still half a hoard of corn and more than 100 catties of wheat in the warehouse of the eleventh team.

Although the corn kernels are uneven, the big ones are big, the small ones are small, and they are not like the small grains red today, but they are also food!

"Blind Lanzi, did you harvest all the corn in the field and lie to your superiors about the disaster? You must know that you are concealing your production and it is a matter of route!"

The warehouse has become an on-site criticism meeting, and a large number of party secretaries have been put on the line.

"I didn't ...... No! Not much has been recovered. Wang Guilan's tone was very unreasonable.

"How can I eat a winter and a spring, and there is still so much corn. I remember you also reported thousands of pounds of ears of corn, where did this corn come from?"

Wang Guilan: "Yes...... Be...... Be...... Aged corn. ”

Wang Qingbo grabbed a handful of corn, looked at it, smelled it, and pinched the embryo with his hand, and couldn't help but be angry:

"Nonsense, the smell of corn is fragrant, the color is bright and bright, the embryo is not hard, and there is not a single rice weevil eye, how can it be old corn? Who are you fooling? You are obviously last year's new corn!"

Wang Guilan: "I mean, during the autumn harvest, we still have a lot of old corn that we harvest from our homes, and we eat that in the winter, and we only start to eat last year's harvest in the spring." ”

This sentence choked the branch secretary Wang Qingbo. The people didn't say anything more.

When the canteen was established last year, the grain collected from each household was returned to each team, and the brigade did not count it and did not distribute it equally.

This time, no one can judge the truth of what Wang Guilan said.

"No matter how much you harvest, you can't eat one winter and one spring. There must be other reasons. The squad leader whispered.

"Then you say, how much old corn has been collected from the household?" the secretary's tone softened a lot.

When Wang Guilan saw this trick, she felt a lot more at ease, and her words slipped smoothly: "As you know, there are many rich peasants in our eleventh team, and the middle peasants account for the majority, and the poor middle peasants do not account for one-third. The rich peasants and the middle peasants all had family backgrounds, and which one of them also handed over thousands of catties.

"At that time, these big hoards were full, and there was more wheat than corn, so our whole team ate steamed buns for several months, which also saved some corn. After the winter, the corn nest head is eaten. In the winter, there is almost no new corn. ”