It's a white-haired granny again!

The public security chief frowned: "Have you seen this white-haired old woman?"

Wang Guilan: "I haven't seen me, but I eat food from her every day." ”

Public Security Bureau: "There are also now?"

Wang Guilan: "Yes! The corn in the hoard was given by the white-haired grandmother. ”

"What white-haired grandmother, is it the yield you concealed last year?" asked the grain chief.

The food director is a realist who has never believed in the existence of ghosts and gods. Food is food, and there is no other way than to grow on the land.

Wang Guilan smiled: "It's been almost a year, and there are more than 130 people in the team, and they can't eat until now." In the spring, the branch secretary also went to see it, and the other twelve production teams each borrowed a hundred catties.

"At that time, there were only two or three hundred catties left, and all the cadres of the big and small teams saw it. Until now, not only has the corn in the hoard not been eaten, but now it has become a full hoard.

"And the corn kernels are flat, like a horse's teeth, and are by no means the same breed as our little kernels. I have great ability, and I can't hide so much grain, and I can't get such a variety!"

Public Security Bureau: "What you said is like the real thing, you go and call the little silly Nier, let's ask her and see what she says." ”

Wang Guilan: "I can't find her at this time." After breakfast, he ran out, and he didn't see anyone for a day, and he didn't come back until the evening. ”

Public Security Chief: "Where can she go?"

Wang Guilan: "A stupid child, running all over the street, nowhere to find her?"

The director of industry and commerce interjected: "Are you going to sell steamed buns again?"

Wang Guilan: "She doesn't tell people when she goes out and enters the door, I really can't tell you this!"

Food Director: "If we can't find Silly Nier, we'll go and see your warehouse." Hearing is false, seeing is believing, and see if the corn is what you say. ”

A group of people came to the warehouse of the eleventh team, looked at Huang Cancan's hoard of corn, and looked straight at each other.

The director of the grain bureau went up and grabbed a handful of corn, and looked at it again and again. He has been the director of the grain bureau for several years, and he has seen all kinds of grain, but he has never seen such a big corn kernel. I couldn't help but admire: "The grains are so big, they really look like horses' teeth, are they delicious?"

Wang Guilan: "It's just that it doesn't feel as good as our little red fragrance." ”

"Be content!" the village party secretary teased: "Good luck is food, much stronger than starch wotou." ”

"Is there a pattern for you to deliver?" asked the food chief again.

Wang Guilan shook her head: "It's irregular." When we give a lot, we eat thick porridge and add more cornmeal to the starch, and when we have less food, we drink thin porridge to ensure that we have no food in stock. ”

Food Director: "How about the break?"

Wang Guilan: "I'm afraid that the white-haired grandmother will be angry and won't give it! It can also be said to be an introduction to attract more corn." ”

"That's it, anyway, it's given by the gods, so that everyone can be spiritual, you give a few catties each, and everyone who comes has a share. In the future, the white-haired grandmother gave it, don't forget the people, you can't send a few catties. The village party secretary said peacefully.

The director of the public security bureau and the director of the grain bureau couldn't ask anything, the yellow corn was placed in front of him, and the white-haired grandmother was said to be miraculous. Although this is a feudal superstition, now I haven't caught it, and I have no choice but to turn a blind eye.

"Eat here at noon today!" Wang Guilan said hurriedly when she saw that neither the director of the public security bureau nor the director of the food bureau said again. A meal can calm people, it is very good.

"What to eat?" said the chief of public security, and got off the donkey.

Wang Guilan: "Hit the lo mein." Let's be a little late, and now the pot stove is cooking lunch for the people on the team, asking them to roll out the noodles and cook them immediately after the meal. ”

The village party secretary was not happy: "How late is that? You can send the noodles to a household, and let the household do it!"

Wang Guilan will understand. There are "fortress households" in the brigade that specialize in cooking, and it is no longer a secret that the cadres of the brigade can no longer open a small stove for the cadres of the brigade.

Wang Guilan hurriedly filled half a bag of flour, took ten eggs from the canteen, and asked people to send them over. The flour is abundant, and the rest naturally goes to the brigade headquarters.

This is also the reason why the branch secretary cooks at home. Although it is a subordinate and a superior, it can't be opened just by asking. Take the opportunity to make some money, he and the branch committee members are having a better time!

After eating, Wang Guilan asked for another bag from each household, and packed more than 20 and a half bags of corn and sent it to the brigade headquarters.

Break the fortune and eliminate the disaster, as long as you keep the plum from harm, hold the white-haired grandmother, I believe that the food will still be dropped!

In the evening, the director of the public security bureau and the director of the grain bureau did not go back, they looked at the grain here in the 11th team, and the people in the 11th team also confirmed the food, and they also had to personally look at the corn kernels scattered every morning to see how the people picked them up. The most important thing is to see the little silly Nier who is protected by the gods.

Coincidentally, Lamei had little to do today, and went to a modern hotel and restaurant in her previous life to collect leftover steamed buns.

It turned out that although Lamei gave people more food, there was no oil and water. People have been eating mixed meat dishes for so long, and they are used to it, and when they stop, people are really looking forward to it. When I met Lamei, I asked, "When will the white-haired grandmother give mixed meat dishes?"

Lamei had no choice but to say: "The white-haired grandmother said that she has been very busy lately and has no time to cook mixed meat dishes, so she gave more food." ”

"I'm really hungry for that mixed meat dish! Eat a piece of fat and fat, and your mouth is full of oil, that's what you call enjoyment!"

Lamei felt very sorry for the people. But her business is just starting out, and it's not enough for people to eat stewed meat dishes. Then I have to go to the real hotels and restaurants to clean up some and let people eat every once in a while to satisfy their hunger. When you have enough money, you can buy fresh meat for people and make pork jerky, powder, and tofu dishes

Lamei couldn't help it, so she went to collect the leftovers and steamed buns again, and poured them into the cauldron of the canteen in the afternoon.

Wang Guilan saw that there was a mixed meat dish, and knew that the director of the public security bureau and the director of the grain bureau had not left, in order to show off the divine power of the white-haired grandmother and curry favor with the two bureau chiefs, he reported the matter to the village party secretary, and wanted to ask the village party secretary to bring the director of the public security bureau and the director of the grain bureau to the 11th team for dinner, so as to confirm that what he said was indeed the truth.

"You're not going to bring mixed meat dishes here?" said the village party secretary domineeringly, "Bring a pot, and then each person will take a few steamed buns." I've heard that the white-haired grandmother makes steamed buns that are very even, just like they are poured out of a mold, so let's take some of everything and let us see it too!"

Wang Guilan smiled, knowing that this was the village party secretary and took the opportunity to rub oil, and promised loudly that she was about to leave, but was stopped by the director of the public security bureau.

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