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Chen Jianguo, Liang Shangkun and several other village cadres sat on the sacks of the tractor, and the New Year's paintings only climbed up and slipped down.

It's not that she's afraid of heights, but it's too bumpy on it, and the yellow mud road is potholed.

Fortunately, the distance from the grain station is not very far, almost half an hour's drive.

At this time, the gate of the grain station was already full of tractors and pallet trucks, as well as several four-wheeled trucks.

These days are the big days of harvesting, and all villages are selling grain.

These cars blocked the gate of the grain station, and the convoy of Sanxin Village had to stop first.

The New Year's picture also came down from the tractor cab, don't get me wrong, the New Year's picture won't drive the tractor, but there is a place to sit on the side of the cab.

The blazing sun shone on his body, and the whole person was a little hot.

After looking around, the New Year's painting hurriedly ran to a few trees on the side of the road.

It's a little shady under the trees nearby, so there are already a lot of people sitting, some men and women, with a towel around their necks to wipe their sweat, and some of the old men are even shirtless.

Due to the large number of people who came to sell grain, Chen Jianguo and Liang Shangkun first went to the staff of the grain station to register and queue up, and they have long been accustomed to this, and the situation is similar at this time of year.

Watching a car enter and then come out of the grain station, an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

The New Year's painting sat on the ground, holding his chin in his hand and was about to fall asleep.

"New Year's paintings, New Year's paintings, Dad called you!"

The New Year's painting was still in a daze, and Liang Yin shook her shoulder and woke her up.

"Is it our turn?" Nian Hua asked, rubbing his eyes, and got up from the ground.

"It's almost there, hurry up!"

Liang Yin pulled the New Year's painting and ran towards the grain station.

Liang Yin came with the board truck to transport the grain behind him, and every family contributed to such a major event as selling grain.

Walking into the gate, the first thing that catches your eye is the large cement drying field.

Then there are several long, wide and tall grain storage warehouses, with red fire extinguishers hanging on both sides of the warehouse gates.

In the event of a fire in such an important place as the grain station, the loss is immeasurable, so fire protection is the top priority.

There are also fire-fighting sand pits nearby, several large clay tanks filled with water, and several townhouses, canteens, restaurants and business halls...

These coincide with the grain station in the memory of the New Year's painting, and she seems to have seen the scene when she followed her parents to the grain station to sell grain when she was a child.

Walking forward, on the cement field, there are large patches of grain.

The site is divided into a number of quadrilaterals, each of which has a huge scale.

The grain sellers helped the staff of the grain station to carry one sack after another to the scale and weighed it.

During this period, the grain station was also seriously understaffed, so they had to find some temporary workers to help, and sometimes the grain sellers themselves had to go up to help.

Chen Jianguo, Liang Shangkun and the people of Sanxin Village gathered around one of the quadrangular concrete floors, and the grain unloaded from the truck was piled aside, and others were unloading from the truck in a steady stream.

"Comrade, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you!"

Chen Jianguo and Liang Shangkun had the scorching sun on their heads, their faces were covered with sweat, the towels on their shoulders had changed color, and they still had smiles on their faces, and they respectfully greeted the staff in front of them.

The price at which the grain can be sold depends entirely on the buyer.

The buyer looked to be in his thirties, with a military hat on his head and a proud face.

He pulled out a special steel drill and thrust it into the sack on the side, and a handful of grains flowed out of the sack.