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Chapter 482: The Fat Man Moves Troops

"Why is such a good soju discontinued?" Ma Zhanshan put down the wine bowl and looked at the fat man suspiciously.

The fat man scratched the back of his head and said twice: "There are no raw materials, more than half of the food that was beaten down has been handed over to the task food, and we have no choice but to stare dryly." ”

Although Ma Zhanshan is also a farmer, he has also been a secretary for several years, and when he heard the fat man say this, he still didn't understand this guy's ghost thoughts, so he also said a few times: "I know that your kid's meal is not delicious, let's say, what do you want?"

Although the little trick was exposed, the fat man's face was neither red nor white: "If it's convenient, give us some sorghum from the grain depot or something, and our winery can continue to work." ”

"Such a good liquor, it would be a pity if it was sold in bulk, can it be bottled and sold, there is a distillery in our county, I think the sales have been getting bigger and bigger in recent years, and your distillery can also develop in this direction." Secretary Ma did not say anything, but first talked about the development future of the distillery.

Hearing him say this, the fat man was happy in his heart: Haha, I can't see it, I thought that the old horse only grabbed grain, but it turned out that it was also two grasps of agriculture and industry, and I hope that both hands should be hard.

Thinking of this, the fat man saw that the liquor in the bowl had bottomed out, so he didn't answer Lao Ma's question directly, stood up and hugged a big wooden barrel: "Come, change some color." ”

After speaking, he poured half a basin into the big basin first. When everyone looked at it, they were a little stunned: it really changed color, and the white one changed to red.

Inside the pot is the wine, after a year of fermentation, the flavor of the wine is more intense than before, and even the color is thicker, and when it shakes, it even shines with an amber luster.

poured a bowl for everyone, and the fat man said: "Our winery, in addition to producing liquor, also processes fruit wine, this thing can't be sold loosely." ”

Ma Zhanshan nodded, picked up the wine bowl and took a big sip: "I held a model worker meeting in the provincial capital last year, and I drank wine for a while, it seems to be this taste, I heard that it is more expensive than liquor." ”

After everyone else tasted it, they all made a noise and it was delicious, but except for Lao Ma, it was the first time they drank this, and of course they couldn't tell the difference between the good and the bad. Everyone is a connoisseur of liquor, but they have no say in wine. But being able to make this thing is already amazing in their eyes.

"Tomorrow you go to the grain depot to pull sorghum. Ma Zhanshan made a decision on the spot, then picked up the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp: "One more bowl, just this wine, I can drink eighteen bowls in a row like Wu Song." ”

"This thing isn't a soda, it's a lot of stamina. The fat man scratched the back of his head, and there was a rare wry smile on his face, because the commune cadres were all in the same way as the old horse, and they all drank in one go, and the only thing that made the fat man more comforting was that the driver was still more professional, no matter whether it was white or red, not a drop was touched.

When the old horse led his men into the car, the soles of their feet shook a little, and now they finally believed what the fat man said, and this thing really had enough stamina.

Early the next morning, the fat man led a team of big carriages on the road, a whole ten carriages, and the sound of the clattering hooves of the horses was a point, which sounded a little majestic.

The fat man is the most energetic, riding a jujube to lead the way in front, majestic and high-spirited, waiting for the backer, the fat man looked back, and laughed: "Why does it seem to be a devil brigade that went to the countryside to grab food!"

When I arrived at the commune, I went straight to the grain depot. From a distance, you can see a cone-shaped grain hoard, which is also a landmark building, and when you see this thing, you know that it is a grain depot.

Because it is the season to sell grain, the big carriages and four-wheeled wheels are lined up in long queues, which are enough for several miles. In a year, the grain depot is the most prosperous in this month, and it lasts for more than two months.

The grain depot is located at the northernmost end of the commune, but the carriages are almost lined up to the purchasing station, which is at the easternmost point.

When there are many people and cars, it is naturally lively, pushing bicycles and selling twist flowers, and the voice is louder than the fat man. You can buy it with money, but you can exchange it for food if you don't have money.

Walking through them, the fat man's team of empty cars is particularly eye-catching, because the other cars are stacked with several layers of marijuana bags, and only their car time board is on board.

When I arrived at the door of the grain depot, I saw a few small restaurants opposite, and when I looked through the glass, it was steaming and full of steam, and the business was very hot. These small shops are open for a few months a year.

The fat man asked the car owners to wait outside, and he squeezed to the door first, dodging the carriages coming in and out, and finally squeezed to a doorman: "I am relying on the mountain to pull grain, can I go in?"

"All queue up, what's more in the backer, don't you see it's all lined up?" The doorman grabbed a few exit permits, checked the carriage, and then let them go.

"I'm not selling grain. The fat man also let go of his voice a little, and people shouted that the horses were neighing, which was too noisy.

"If you don't sell food, you come here to make trouble, believe it or not, I'll call the guards. "The doorman is too loud.

"I'm here to pull grain, Secretary Ma of the commune explained it yesterday, and your director should know. The fat man took two steps forward and yelled hard.

The man plucked out his ears: "Okay, you have a louder voice than me, it's just right for me to do this job." With that, he pushed the fat man in.

It was the first time the fat man came to the grain depot, and he couldn't find it anywhere, but he saw that the carriage inside was still quite long, and there were a few people who checked the quality, holding iron skewers in their hands, and kept poking on the sacks.

This kind of skewer is specially made, more than a foot long, with a pointed front and a finger-thick cylinder at the back, which is empty inside, with a slot in the middle. After inserting the skewer into the sack, the grain inside will enter the trough, and the skewer will be drawn, and dozens of grains will be brought out of the sack, and then it can be fixed.

In the grain depot, the quality inspector is the best, and the iron stick in his hand is power, but the social atmosphere at that time was very positive, and there was basically no abuse of power, but if it was a few years later, it would be difficult to say.

The fat man inquired all the way, and finally found a red brick house covered with iron tiles, which was the office of the grain depot. Find the room where the director's room hangs, knock on the door and enter, good guys, there is a room full of people, and the smoke is filled, just like a bazaar.

"Which one is Director Liu, I'm from Shantun-"

"Didn't you see we were in a meeting, wait a minute. Before the fat man could finish speaking, a middle-aged man who was a little bald and had beads of sweat on his head shouted and interrupted his words.

The fat man scratched the back of his head helplessly, so he had to lean against the door and wait. The bald head is probably the director of the grain depot, and his voice is also the loudest: "A bunch of big living people, they can't cure the rats, buy more clips." ”

"It's not good, these rats are almost fine, and the clips can hit the little rat cubs. ”

"Otherwise, let's take rat medicine, it's too much, and this gang of things will scourge the old nose food in a year. ”

"There is ready-made food, so those rats don't take medicine. ”

"Whoever has a cat, all of them are brought here, and they don't believe that they can't cure the mouse!"

"I guess it's useless, I saw a few rats that day, bigger than a cat. ”

The fat man finally understood on the side, and he dared to love the heads of the grain depot, and he was worried about the rats. If you want to say that the place with the most rats, it must be the grain depot.

If you want to deal with rats, the fat man is definitely rich enough, and there are several killers in the family, all of whom are experts in catching rats. So he coughed vigorously: "Clean up the mouse, I have a way!"

The room full of people immediately cast their eyes over, and the bald head asked urgently: "What way?"

"Cats. The fat man said with a smile.

"I can't say it's okay, we rats can eat cats. ”

"I'm an ocelot, that is, a mountain beaver, if I can't control it, I'll transfer a few more lynxes, the rats are powerful, I guess I can't fight them." The fat man said confidently.

Those people were a little dumbfounded, and in the end, it was the director who shouted: "Are you kidding us!"

"I'm serious. The fat man scratched his head, and it didn't look serious.

"You go out quickly, don't make fun of us. "The bald head is happy, although the mountain fox and the yellow skin are both experts in exterminating rats, and they also have a deterrent effect on rats, but they are all wild, and there are too many people in the grain depot, and these things can't be seen at all.

"It was Secretary Ma who asked me to pull sorghum - what, my family has a mountain beaver in wine, what am I lying to you for. The fat man was also a little anxious: am I so honest, like a liar?

The big eyes of the director of the grain depot clicked a few times, and he quickly figured out what the fat man meant: This guy is obviously fooling people, just to fool the grain first. Lao Ma really talked about it when he called yesterday, and he wanted to give them some sorghum, but this fat man really hated people, and he actually played tricks and couldn't give him anything.

Thinking of this, the bald eyes stood up: "Let's come back in a few days, I don't see that we are going to be busy to death!"

The fat man smacked his lips, a little unpleasant: the words were wrong, obviously he wanted to talk to me, and it seemed that he could only move the real chapter: "Then I'll go back first, and come back in the afternoon." ”

After speaking, he opened the door and walked out, and a cold snort came from behind him: "It's best not to come in the future, we are busy every day......"

The fat man didn't listen, he liked to speak with facts the most. came out of the grain depot and stuffed two big pieces of unity to those bosses: "You guys find a place to eat first, and I'll go back." ”

Riding on the jujube, this time let go of the speed, ran all the way, and returned to the backing mountain. As soon as I entered the village, the people I met asked, "Fatty, have you brought back the grain?"

"It's a bit of a hassle, I'm back to move the rescuers. The fat man didn't stop, he ran directly to the door of the house, and when he got off the horse, he shouted: "Qiqi, let's have a holiday in the afternoon, hurry up and work with the fat uncle." ”

Because it's Saturday, Qiqi has a holiday in the afternoon, so the fat man is so righteous, otherwise he will always ask the little girl to skip class, and the fat man really can't bear it.

Qiqi poked out his little brain melon from the house, and his little face was full of excitement: "Fat uncle, what's so funny." "As soon as the little guy saw the fat man's busy appearance, he knew that something good must be there. What Kiki is most willing to do is to go crazy with Uncle Fat.