"What? Berekov, what do you have in mind again? Don't tell me to use a knife to cut the sack, I don't want the flour to go to waste! Yerentina pinched her waist, looking inexplicable. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Of course! Of course! I didn't want to break the pockets that I had finally tied. As he spoke, Yang Mingzhi ordered: "Administrator, go find me a military thorn, remove it from your rifle and give it to me!" ”

Soon, a foot-long military thorn was taken.

The spurs were shovel-shaped ends, and at the rear were four terrible bloodletting slots. The whole army thorn is very thin, so you don't have to worry about more flour spilling out if you puncture the sack.

He half-crouched down, holding the thorn in his right hand, and with his left hand he identified the lowest sack, which he was about to poke into. At the critical moment, Yang Mingzhi hurriedly turned his head sideways and faced everyone with a confused face: "Comrades, don't be puzzled. This is a very traditional way for us to inspect grain in China, and I think this military thorn is quite appropriate. ”

No one raised a question, and the thorn stabbed into it effortlessly, and in the end only the handle was left outside.

"That's it, I just have to pull it out gently. That's it...... Gently...... Gently ......"

The military thorn was slowly pulled out, and now, Yerenkina in the inexplicable saw the clue!

With the man's movements, the whole army thorn was pulled out, and only a bloodletting trough was seen, full of slightly yellowed whole wheat flour.

Yang Mingzhi breathed a long sigh of relief: "Now we know the condition of the flour in this sack, at least thirty centimeters deep." Everyone gathered around and pinched, and it didn't seem to be damp at all. ”

However, Yerenkina's attention was not here, and she crouched down to examine the sack carefully, and touched it again. "It's good, the slightest damage to the bottom sack doesn't make a difference. At least we can be sure that this area of flour is completely free of moisture! ”

"So I think my method can be universalized." Yang Mingzhi said to everyone: "After all, the military thorn is only used temporarily, I want to make a few special tools, I named him the grain detector, in our Chinese language, it is the grain scout." ”

“Лянтанз？” Yelenkina learned Yang Mingzhi's tone, and she memorized this Chinese word in her heart.

For the time being, they can only stab the sack with a gun to investigate the condition of the flour, and even then it can save a lot of physical strength for the storekeepers. More than a dozen sacks were examined at the bottom layer of this culvert and no signs of dampness were found. The result was so satisfying that the clerk who followed Yeretina recorded the situation, including the case of the sack with a gun, and the word "Лянтанз", which gave the name to the new tool.

Yang Mingzhi has reason to believe that once the arsenal quickly produces a batch of "grain scouts", it will first be used in the grain warehouses of Novgomel, and when the war is over, I am afraid that the entire state warehouses of Belarus will use it.

This is not an invention, but the old Maozi who has never seen this thing has discovered its benefits, so as the first Chinese to bring this thing over, this is also a kind of merit?! In any case, this matter was recorded by Yerentina, and eventually it would be handed over to his superiors as a report until it reached Stalin's desk.

Thinking of this, Yang Mingzhi shrugged, he should not be too optimistic about the future.

He continued to ask: "Okay, we have all checked this warehouse, and there is no problem with the flour, and then we will check the others?!" ”

"Of course, we'll have to go to the warehouse outside." Looking into Yang Mingzhi's eyes, Yelenkina said: "You said before that you were very worried that the remaining potatoes would become moldy and spoiled after this rainfall, or that they would turn green and sprout on a large scale. I have to worry about our food safety, because potatoes are mainly supplied to civilians, and if there is a collective food poisoning, it will be fatal for us. ”

"I hope the potatoes are okay!" Muttering a few words, Yang Mingzhi pointed to the exit of the warehouse, "Then don't rub it off, I'm going to see it now." ”

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Outdoors, quite a few granaries are fenced buildings, and their entire location is so that even if the ground is muddy, the potatoes are at least not threatened by standing water. The most worrying thing is still the leakage of the roof, and the dome that is only clinged to wooden planks is very dangerous.

Yang Mingzhi wiped the dirt off his boots and walked up the wooden ladder into the warehouse. There are a lot of baskets piled up inside this small building, but most of them are empty. Only some of the potatoes are still facing Mandenden.

"Well, let's see how these last potatoes go." With that, Yang Mingzhi walked straight forward and squatted down.

The results of the inspection were not encouraging, and some of the potatoes began to sprout, and they were cut and thrown into the ground to continue to thrive! There is still a part of the surface green, Yang Mingzhi knows that the content of solanine in such potatoes is not much, and people can completely overcome its toxicity after eating it.

The person in charge of the warehouse wiped the sweat from his head, willing to do without him, and many old potatoes in stock became like this, and there was indeed a problem of poor management.

Standing up, Yang Mingzhi threw back the potatoes in his hand and asked the administrator seriously: "Now tell me, how many of the potatoes in the inventory have not sprouted or spoiled?" How long will this be enough for all the civilians of the blacksmith village to eat?! ”

"Yes......"

This person was a little distracted, and Yang Mingzhi scolded: "Answer my question." Yerenkina! Let your people take notes! ”

The Administrator lowered his head, "It's ten days!" Up to 10 days! ”

"Really so little?!" Yerentina asked in surprise.

"Yes, sir! I don't dare to hide it! The administrator is no longer panicking, he does have a lot to say, and this is simply to explain it all.

Because the population of Novgomel is almost 40,000, and the army is already armed, there are more than 10,000 people, and these people have become bread as a staple food today. But before the airdrop, everyone was eating potatoes, and this huge appetite, coupled with the inevitable loss of storage, the potatoes were consumed extremely quickly.

But nowadays, even when new potatoes are harvested, they are the size of peanuts. If the stockpiled potatoes can no longer be distributed, the civilians will either be given bread or forced to dig up the potatoes that have not yet grown early.

"Ten days later, it's mid-April, and this is the most vigorous growing season for potatoes! Killing chickens and retrieving eggs is not a last resort! Yang Mingzhi thought in his heart, obviously what this person said was not wrong. He turned around, frowned and asked Yevlov and Yerentina: "What next?" It seems that we really have to change our policy, and military and civilians cannot be treated differently at this stage! At least around April 15th, we will have to think about distributing bread to civilians! ”

Speaking of this, Yerenkina is also very worried. She said helplessly: "According to the regulations, all kinds of grains at this stage have been monopolized by the army, and in our rear, the vast majority of people can only eat potatoes. Even the vast majority of the potatoes produced were supplied to the army! Berekov, you are perfectly aware of the physical consumption of soldiers in training and combat, and the daily consumption of civilians is much less! The wartime food policy developed by the state took this aspect into account! So ......"