One dry, two clean and three full, because the millet still needs to be shelled, there is no "net" point, the key is whether it is dry or not and the degree of fullness. If it is not too dry, it is easy to deteriorate when stored; If the fullness is not enough, there are empty shells mixed in it, and there will be fewer rice grains.

But after drying too dry, the millet will shrink, if it is an individual family, the millet will naturally be super dry before it will be stored in the warehouse, but for the production team, it is impossible to be super dry, but the dried millet will never have problems in storage, at least for a year without pressure.

It is not a big problem whether it is full or not, and the empty shell will be blown out when it passes through the "windmill".

However, the degree of dryness and fullness is not up to the villagers or the production team to decide, it all depends on the experience of the grain inspectors, and the contradiction is mainly in the "almost" point, for example, everyone's grain is about the same, you have passed, but I can't hand it over. This is all in the mind of the grain inspector. This is the same as "The Voice", the four mentors have their own preferences, and in the end, if they don't turn around, no one can figure it out, and those who turn around are not necessarily good, and those who don't turn around can't rap badly.

There is no testing standard for hard surnames, it all depends on the hands and eyes to judge, the flexible surname is too big, and it is like when the production team distributes food to the villagers, if it is not scaled, it all depends on the hand and eyesight to judge, and what is fair or not, and some people are naturally unconvinced if it is not fair.

In addition, there is another point, these requisitioned grain is handed over to the state by the production team free of charge, and the villagers themselves are still hungry, and they have already carried the best grain to hand it over, and you are still picky, saying that Lao Tzu's grain is not dried, saying that Lao Tzu's grain has an empty shell, and Lao Tzu is not selling grain, and there is no penny in return.

In fact, the grain inspector doesn't dare to mess around, if the quality of your grain is really not up to par, no matter how much you stuff the benefits, it is useless, even if Liu Chunshan stuffed gifts in previous years, there is also a part of the grain that can't be passed, but those that can be passed can be handed over, avoiding the trouble of repeated tossing.

The grain inspector is eating the production team to death, because the production team must hand over the grain task, this is a hard surname regulation, that is, you must pay it after eating, and it is strange that the grain inspector does not take advantage of it.

To put it bluntly, this is just the personal behavior of the grain inspector, if you are really unwilling to give gifts, and your luck is not good, and you are not stuck, the worst result is to be tossed enough, ordinary villagers endure it, but not everyone is willing to endure.

It is not without precedent for the grain inspector to be cleaned up afterwards, so the grain inspector encounters arrogance, as long as the grain quality is not too bad, it can be passed, this is worried that it is really too much, and it will suffer afterwards, after all, the grain inspectors are also locals, and the monk can not run the temple.

This group of arrogant small groups, almost all of them are young people around 20 years old, locally called "heavenly sticks", which is explained by a big temper, unprovoked, dare to fight, extremely weak legal awareness, and stunned.

"That's bright!" "Drink, woo woo wow yo~!"

The song of the stonemason echoes in the grain transport team, this is the tune handed down by the ancestors, there are no specific lyrics, only pronunciation, the stonemason likes to sing such a tune when the cooperation starts, as if there is inexhaustible strength when singing.

It's not a chorus, it's a duet, where one group of people roars first, and the other group follows, and before the group of people finishes roaring, the group in front of them picks up again, one after another, and sings in this ravine from generation to generation......

"It's all there, trick it, don't spill the grain." The cadres were interspersed in the ranks, shouting from time to time.

It takes forty minutes to walk to the warehouse empty-handed, but dragging the grain will take more than an hour, or even two hours.

The fog was so great that no one could be seen twenty meters away, but everyone was happy about it, because it would be a big sun, and if the grain had not passed, it could be dried near the warehouse, so as not to have to bring it back.

Fortunately, the communes that are farther away, such as another forked commune, are on the top of the mountain, and it is easy to pick up the grain, but it will be a fool to carry it back.

"Captain Liu, you just have a hundred hearts, the big deal is to enter the police station, and the education will come out." Fang Dajun said lightly.

Liu Chunshan had more sweat on his head, he didn't know that Fang Dajun was a hard bone before, but he really didn't expect that there would be such ruthlessness, what does it mean to be educated in the police station, is there still national law in this eye.

The first is an ox cart, and the caretakers are all from the Liu family, and Fang Dajun has no scruples when he speaks, because he can't do it himself, but he can make gestures.

The large army marched slowly, he slowed down, came to the ox cart, stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of grain out of the basket, studied it for a while, and did not see any name, Suo surnamed shouted: "Dumb, you go and find my seventh uncle Fang Dongjian." ”

"Okay!" The dumb man answered, and ran to the large group behind.

"Dajun, what are you looking for your seventh uncle?" Liu Chunshan asked suspiciously, he had made up his mind, he would follow Fang Dajun today, he was the one who yelled the most fiercely when transporting grain before, but now he was at the forefront.

Fang Dajun said with a smile: "Judging whether the grain is good or bad!" And then I don't explain too much.

Fang Dongjian and his father are of the same generation, but they are much younger, only in their early thirties, the last time he came back from the commune with meat, he gave more than a pound to this relative to take, although he loves gossip, but he is an expert in work.

"Brother Niu, you hurry up, go to the supply and marketing cooperatives now to buy a pack of Chinese cigarettes, remember to issue an invoice, write the number, and then wait outside the warehouse to meet." Fang Dajun took out two yuan as he spoke, and Niu Daman took the money and ran forward, disappearing into the fog.

At this time, Fang Dongjian also came, and he explained: "Seventh uncle, you go and find me two baskets of errand grain that can be stuck, and a few melon scoops, transfer them to the front, don't worry, Captain Liu will call someone to help you." ”

Before this was over, he said, "Dumb, you go to the back and find seven or eight old people over sixty years old, and they can't have the same surname." ”

"Done!" The dumb man slipped away.

Liu Chunshan's eyes widened, shocked, he probably guessed what Fang Dajun wanted to do, this whole person's methods are too powerful, don't give people a way to live.

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After eight o'clock in the morning, as soon as the door of the Beidou warehouse opened, I saw an ox cart slowly coming from the fog, and when it was close, I didn't think that it was a group of old people taking care of the ox cart.

"Which commune are you from?" The man who opened the door shouted.

"In Jiaoshan Commune, the old men walked slowly, so they rushed early." The old man at the head is almost seventy years old, full of white hair, he is Fang Dongjian's father, the fourth master of Fang Dajun.

"Come in, it's good to come early, but it's better to find a place to dry the food!" Although the words of opening the door are not good, but it is also a good intention, and in the middle of the morning, you just want to dry the grain, and there is no place to dry it nearby.

The white-haired old man glanced at the other old men, and then drove the ox cart in, the warehouse and the grain were connected, occupying a large area of land, and several buildings were built in the family area alone, and there was a winery next to it, which also belonged to the industry of the grain station.

When the figures of a few old men disappeared at the gate, the figures of Fang Dajun and Niu Daman were revealed......

"Flutter!" A four-foot-long grain inspection rod is inserted into the grain, and then twisted it a few times by hand, which is to judge whether the grain is dry or not by the sound and the strength of the grain inspection rod twisting in the grain, which is locally called "dry or not". If it takes a lot of effort to insert it, or if it takes a lot of effort to twist it, it is a sign that there is a problem with the millet underneath.

Then the grain inspector put his hand into the basket again, grabbed a handful of grains below, rubbed them with his hands, and then bit the grains with his teeth until he bit out the grains inside, which is to judge whether the grains are full.

Then it's time to make a judgment, and the usual answer is "overweighing" or "going to sun", if it's "going to sunbath", then it's tragic. As for the problem of fullness, there is generally no problem, because the production team will use a windmill to blow off the dust and empty shells in the millet after drying the millet, and the millet sent is produced from good fields, and the villagers eat the worst grain.

But when he saw the white-faced grain inspector in his thirties, he spit out the grain crumbs and said: "These baskets are weighed, and these two baskets are going to be dried." ”

"Little master, can you be accommodating, we old people have to rush home to feed the pigs, and we can't stand the sun." The white-haired old man stuffed a pack of cigarettes as he spoke, and now that no one else handed over the food, there was no need to sneak around, and he took out the cigarettes in front of everyone.

The white-faced grain inspector's eyes suddenly lit up, this is actually Chinese cigarettes, is there a mistake. And although the two baskets of millet are not so dry, and the grains are a little smaller, they can barely pass, the key is that this Chinese tobacco opens the way, but it is not a matter of his words, hundreds of thousands of catties of grain, mixed with these two baskets of inferior products, it is impossible to find problems above.

"Then let's take it all over the scales." Although I thought it was strange for a group of old men to give Chinese cigarettes, I didn't ask much, who would think that cigarettes were too good.

"Wait!" A young man's cry was heard suddenly.

Fang Dajun happened to be killed at this time, in fact, he was waiting outside just now, waiting for one of the old men to come out to report the news, and the time to come in was just right.

"I'm the person in charge of grain delivery of the Kakuyama Shimbashi Brigade, come and see your grain collection standards in advance!" Fang Dajun rushed forward as he spoke, and Niu Daman and the others were faster, carrying a melon scoop in their hands, and directly scooped some millet that was a little problematic.

The white-faced grain inspector's face changed greatly, and he felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly beckoned to the back and called the other staff to come out.

Fang Dajun smiled happily: "It turns out that this kind of grain can be passed, very good, our brigade will pay the requisition according to this standard." ”

"Boy, you're fine, aren't you, which ear did you hear me say you can pass." The white-faced grain inspector was going to deny it.

But the old people stopped doing it, and they all shouted: "Little master, you just said that you can pass it." ”

"Nonsense, see for yourself, this is not dried, can I harvest this kind of millet." The white-faced man didn't dare to admit it, although he hadn't understood what was going on, but he was obviously playing tricks on him.

Fang Dajun still smiled, "Fourth master, tell me what happened just now, when I entered the door, I heard him say that he can pass the scale." ”

The white-haired old man looked angry, "Dajun, you came just in time, just now the master gave him the cigarette you gave me, and he said that this grain can be passed." ”

"What? Fourth master, why did you give away Chinese cigarettes, a pack of eight pieces! "Fang Dajun was surprised, uh! Pretended.

Bai Mian's face suddenly turned ugly, he was really trapped, what is the origin of this hairy boy TMD, how dare he do this, whoever collects food will collect cigarettes, do you know the rules.

"Dongzi, what's going on, why did you make a fuss as soon as you opened the door." The rest of the inspectors ran out, shouting in bewilderment.

Fang Dajun greeted him and said with a serious face: "I am the person in charge of grain delivery of the Jiaoshan Xinqiao Brigade, just now he collected the two baskets of millet on the car, and today we will come according to this standard." ”

"What millet!" When these grain inspectors looked at the two baskets, they knew that there was a problem, this millet was definitely inferior, and it didn't matter if they put a little bit occasionally, if they all came according to this standard, it would be strange if there was no problem.

"Who has collected this grain, have you weighed it, and have I made a strip for you?" The white-faced man didn't admit it anymore.

Fang Dajun still smiled, and explained what happened just now, including the matter of receiving Chinese cigarettes, and then asked, "A few masters, what do you think?" ”

"Look at the hair, hurry up, pick these two baskets of millet back, this kind of rotten millet dares to be used to fill the number."

"That's it, boy, you're still too tender, if you pass the scales, we'll admit it, but now, hehe."

The grain inspectors shouted, and no one admitted that maybe some of these grain inspectors had better intentions, but after they were eliminated, the rest were all raccoon dogs.

"Bang!" Niu Daman suddenly moved, took out the iron rod knife in the sack and swung it, and when he moved, the dumb man and Xingda Wazi, as well as Fang Dongjian, all carried the stick and hit it.

Fang Dajun calmly beckoned a group of old men to retreat to the side, everything was under control.

Liu Chunshan also followed, and as soon as he heard the movement inside, he knew that it was bad, and hurriedly rushed in with his clansmen, and he was immediately frightened stupid, and he really did it.

"The dog said, dare not admit it!" Niu Daman rushed up and knocked over the white-faced man, and then fought with another person, and cleaned up in a few clicks.

The mute is even more fierce, hitting a person with a face covered in blood, as for the lucky big baby is the most terrifying person, although he didn't overturn one, but it scared everyone, this TMD's iron rod dares to call to the brain, it's going to kill someone, isn't it. As for Fang Dongjian, he was not a master who could fight, he stepped forward and hugged himself and did not let go, but he was hit by two fists.

"Stop, stop, you can't fight!" Liu Chuncheng rushed up with people with a pale face, not so much to pull the rack, but to save the grain inspectors.

"Armies, almost!" The old people were also frightened, they didn't expect to really fight.

The white-haired old man also persuaded: "Yes, the army, you can't fight anymore, something is going to happen." ”

Fang Dajun nodded: "Well, it's almost there, fourth master, you can rest assured, look at me." ”

Immediately, Fang Dajun walked up, and the rescued grain inspectors all shouted that they would send Niu Daman and a few people to the prison.

"Let's be quiet and look at this list, the invoice issued by the supply and marketing cooperative, and the number on the pack of Chinese cigarettes on this ticket."

As he spoke, he rushed up and took out the cigarette directly from the white-faced man's pocket, "Let's see for yourself, see if the number is right, it's no problem to collect cigarettes, but after accepting good cigarettes, you still dare to go back on what you promised, don't you think we farmers are easy to bully!" ”

Niu Daman suddenly shouted: "Aren't you just going to squat in a big prison, I'm not afraid, I'll clean you up when I come out." ”

"Lao Tzu is not afraid of going to jail, nor is he afraid of losing his life." "I'm not afraid, I'll kill you when I come out!" The dumb man and the lucky baby also shouted, and they put this more ruthlessly than the other.

Fang Dajun nodded and said, "Tell your person in charge to come out, and Captain Liu here will also come forward and go to the police station together to explain the matter clearly." After a pause, he said: "These old people are all elders of the Xinqiao Brigade, I think what they said can be used as evidence." By the way, I'm afraid that I won't be able to harvest this grain today, so it just so happens that more than 3,000 people from our Jiaoshan Commune went to see the excitement together. ”

Liu Chunshan's face also changed greatly, and he hurriedly said: "Dajun, I think it's better to take the masters to see the injuries first, and then take care of the wounds." ”

"Yes, but wait!" Fang Dajun suddenly rushed over as he spoke, and an old fist was on the face of a grain inspector, and the screams sounded again, and nosebleeds flew out.

"The matter has come out, your warehouse will take care of it yourself, I'll wait outside!" Before this side could react, he beckoned the old people out.

ps: Let me explain here that the description of the grain inspector is limited to the local background in the book, and various industries, as long as it is a work done by people, there are good and bad jobs!

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