Lao Wei's efficiency is still quite high.

In the afternoon of the same day, he reached an agreement with the supply and marketing cooperative.

Dispatched by the rolling mill, a subordinate grain collection point was set up in the name of the supply and marketing cooperative.

However, the agreement stipulates the functions of this collection point.

The sole function of this collection point is to procure grain and other ingredients for the canteen of the rolling mill.

Of course, the supply and marketing cooperatives are also unprofitable, they will not provide free help, they require the rolling mill to pay a management fee of 50 yuan a month, and regularly send someone to check the account books.

Then, the rolling mill and the supply and marketing cooperatives re-signed the supply contract, the quantitative reduction was reduced by two percent, and the price was raised by three percent.

It's not that the rolling mill is willing to suffer this loss, but that it can't be signed if it doesn't work.

Now that the whole country is short of food, the food standards of various units have been lowered, even if the rolling mill does not agree, people can unilaterally break the contract, you can't do anything to people.

In a word, there is no food.

What can you do with him?

In the afternoon of the same day, Lao Wei sent the documents and procedures for setting up a grain collection point to Yang Jun's desk.

The documents and procedures are all available, and the next thing is to rent a house and set up a grain collection point.

This kind of thing, there is no need for Yang Jun to go out, and the people who have their own housing management department will do it for him.

The next afternoon.

The people from the housing management department sent the rental contract and the door key to the procurement department, and then Lao Wei sent the key to Yang Jun's office.

When he got home from work that night, Yang Jun called everyone to his yard.

He told Yang Anbang about the plan to set up a grain collection point, and then handed them the key to the façade room and the business license.

"Anbang, in the future, you will be the person in charge of this grain collection point, and you will be responsible for purchasing grain."

"Ah, brother, I'm ...... I'm afraid I won't be able to do well, or I'd better let me go into the factory." Yang Anbang said with a bitter face.

"You won't be able to harvest food?" Yang Jun was so angry that he wanted to smoke him.

He tried his best to think about them, but he still didn't appreciate it.

Is there any freedom to go to work outside? Besides, you are so old that you entered the factory as an apprentice, and you dare to call someone a master, and people are not willing to agree.

Apprentices generally start in their teens, and those of his age are veterans with more than ten years of experience.

If you are almost thirty to call a master who is younger than you, you are embarrassed to call it, and people are embarrassed to agree.

"Is it just harvesting grain?" Yang Anbang asked Nono.

"Yes, you only do one thing every day, and that is to harvest grain."

Yang Jun explained: "As a grain collection point, we only collect grain, not sell grain, as long as someone comes to sell, you can take it at the market price, and don't care about anything else."

"That...... That's good, I can do it."

When Yang Anbang heard this, his heart was suddenly relieved.

If it is like Yang Jun said, this is really an easy job, the wind can't blow, the rain can't get wet, although he is not afraid of hardship, but who wants to enter the factory to pick a sledgehammer.

"Zhao Hongmei and Zhou Miaomiao also went over to help, at present, there are only three of you, and there will be one more person in a few days."

When Yang Anbang's wife Zhao Hongmei and Zhou Miaomiao heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up.

"Brother, can we go to work too?"

Yang Jun nodded and said, "Yes, you also go to get a salary, Zhao Hongmei, you can only be regarded as a temporary worker."

"However, fortunately, you can also receive a salary of 18 yuan a month, which can subsidize your family."

"Thank God, I can finally get a salary, 18 yuan a month is a lot, and I can earn half a year in my village." Zhao Hongmei blushed and said excitedly.

"Yes, I'm not old anymore, I didn't expect us women to be able to hold up half the sky." Zhou Miaomiao was also very excited.

Yang Anbang and Zhou Miaomiao are both regular workers in the rolling mill, but Zhao Hongmei is not, she can only be regarded as a temporary worker.

However, fortunately, she doesn't care about these, after all, a person who only earns work can get eighteen

A month's salary was something she couldn't have imagined before.

Yang Anbang is a regular worker in a rolling mill, but Zhao Hongmei and her two children are not, they are still rural hukou, and they just follow Yang Anbang to eat commercial grain in the city.

According to Yang Anbang's ration of 24 catties per month, it is obviously not enough for the family to eat, so they can only go to the black market to exchange white flour for nests, even then, it is not enough to eat.

Don't look at the third grandfather, Yan Bugui, who only has a salary of 27 yuan a month, why can he afford to support the whole family, but Yang Anbang can't afford it?

That's because the three grandfathers and their families are all urban hukou, and the whole family of seven has a ration of food, while Yang Anbang's family is the only one who has a ration, and his wife and children have none.

Now with this temporary job, the salary of 18 yuan per month can also subsidize the family.

"Money and accounts must be separated, Zhao Hongmei, you take care of money and tickets, Zhou Miaomiao, you manage the accounts, the money and accounts must be consistent, and there must be no situation where the accounts are not reconciled, do you understand?" Yang Jun explained.

"Understood, brother."

The two responded.

Early the next morning, the few of them went to the grain collection point.

This point is only forty minutes away from where they live, which is also the house that Yang Jun specially told the housing management department to rent in this vicinity, in order to be closer to home.

Yang Jun didn't go to work either, so he drove them over directly.

It is a small courtyard with an 80-square-meter façade room in front and a place to live in the back.

The façade room had been cleaned, and it was empty, and there was nothing.

On one side of the door hung a sign in black on a white background that read,

"Jinshuiqiao Supply and Marketing Cooperative."

Next to this line of large characters, there is also a line of small letters, on which are written the words "only collect, not sell".

There were no leading cadres cutting the ribbon, and no people watching, Yang Anbang put a small firecracker at the door to be considered open.

The people from the supply and marketing cooperatives came to take a look, gave a few instructions and went back.

Subsequently, Hua Haitian, the head of the finance section, sent some money and food stamps, he walked around, pouted, and went back without saying anything.

He didn't believe that such a place could still receive grain, and he felt that it was completely redundant for the leader to set up this grain collection point.

Subsequently, Yang Anbang, Zhao Hongmei and Zhou Miaomiao sat in the store and waited for someone to come to the door to sell grain.

For several days, not a single grain of grain was received.

As soon as they got home, the three of them reported the situation to Yang Jun with a bitter face.

Yang Jun didn't think that they would receive any grain, and the purpose of setting up this grain collection point was not for that.

"Wouldn't it be nice to be idle? You kid don't get flustered when he doesn't work for two days?" Yang Jun ate food in his mouth, and looked at Yang Anbang, who was squatting at the door and smoking a dry cigarette.

"Brother, it's not a problem to go on like this, right? If you can't harvest a grain of grain, how can you make a difference with the factory at the end of the month?"

Yang Jun knew what he was thinking, but he was afraid that the results would be so bad that the factory would remove this point.

He is not afraid, it's a big deal to enter the factory and pick up a sledgehammer, but what about Zhao Hongmei?

She's just a temporary worker, and if the spot is removed, she'll have to go home with her children.

"What are you afraid of? Isn't there still your brother and me?"

Yang Jun smiled and said, "Your peace of mind work, everything is in charge of your brother, maybe in a few days, business will be better."

"Well, I hope so."

Yang Anbang sighed helplessly.

Two weeks passed, and the situation in the store did not improve.

Every day after work, Yang Anbang reported the grain collection to Yang Jun on time.

"Brother, I received food today."

As soon as Yang Jun entered the house, before he could wash his hands and eat, Yang Anbang rushed over to report the good news to him.

"Oh, how much did you take?"

When Yang Jun heard it, it was good, it finally opened.

"Hmm...... Three pounds and two taels of stick noodles." Yang Anbang said with a red face.

Poof!

Yang Jun just took a sip of the teacup and immediately squirted out.

"Yes, that's a good start, keep up the good work."

Yang Jun patted him on the shoulder and comforted.

"You don't just want to collect food, we also have to collect ingredients, like Chinese cabbage, potatoes, pork, and even game from the mountains, we must broaden our thinking, think of ways, and see how we can make the business of the store better."

"Brother, I sent them to kneel, I kept shouting at the door every day, my throat was smoking, and I was stunned that no one was selling food."

Yang Anbang scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously.

"You're standing at the door shouting?"

Yang Jun was taken aback and asked.

"Hungry, the three of us take turns shouting."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes, so angry that he wanted to smoke him.

Now that the investigation is so strict, who would dare to come in if you shouted so much?

"Stop shouting immediately, don't do anything, take it when someone comes, and rest when no one comes, do you understand?"

"Brother, why?" Yang Anbang wondered.

"Where did you come from, do whatever you want."

Yang Anbang is an elm head, not as smart as his younger brother Yang Anguo, and some truths he can't understand with him, so he can only use commands to regulate his behavior.

If you shout like this, others don't trouble you, I'm afraid the supply and marketing cooperatives should trouble you.

Aren't you stealing business with them?

Which supply and marketing cooperatives don't worry about food now?

The residents of the city ask them for food, the major factories and units ask them for food, and their directors are forced to hide somewhere.

"From tomorrow onwards, you will open the door when you go to work, close the door when you get off work, collect as much food as you can, and never go out to shout, do you hear?"

"I heard you, brother."

Although Yang Anbang didn't understand why Yang Jun did this, he still responded.

After saying that, he didn't stay to eat, and went back directly.

Since the establishment of this supply and marketing cooperative, Yang Anbang's family has moved over there to live, first, to keep someone to guard there, and second, it is really unaccustomed to the three families crammed into one yard.

After Yang Anbang left.

He smoked a stuffy cigarette alone.

There are now more than 20,000 workers in the rolling mill, and according to the calculation of two taels per person per day, nearly 5,000 catties of grain will be consumed a day.

One pound of noodles can steam out 1.5 pounds of steamed buns, according to this standard, the real consumption of a day is 3,300 pounds of grain.

On the side of the supply and marketing cooperatives, they can only provide 3,000 catties of grain every day, and the remaining 300 catties of shortfall can only rely on the rolling mills themselves.

The rolling mill had no choice but to lower the food standard for workers, and the daily supply was limited, with only one or seven cents per person.

One or two or seven dollars is only a small bun, which is far from enough for workers who do heavy physical work.

At present, most of the workers in the factory are complaining about lowering the food standard, and there is even a situation where the workers make a big fuss in the canteen.

Yang Jun knew that if this situation continued, something would happen sooner or later.

What we need to do now is to get as much food as possible in addition to doing a good job in the ideological work of the workers.