Chapter 211: Fugitive (bug fixed) The case is considered a high-level case, but...

Chapter 211 Fugitive (bug fixed)

For most ordinary people, international turmoil is just a hot topic in newspapers and news for a period of time.

Apart from feeling a sense of participation when cursing the United States together and congratulating Xuan Country on launching various missiles, there is nothing more to it.

Everyone's life continues as usual.

Right now, everyone is more concerned about grabbing food.

In the midsummer, all the vegetables in the vegetable garden, such as cowpeas, beans, eggplants, peppers, cucumbers, coriander, green onions, red radishes, lettuce, celery, etc., came up all at once. There were eggplants, beans and peppers every day, and we could never finish eating them all.

Plus, it's sunny and windy these days, so it's a good time to dry vegetables.

At this time of year, almost every household’s doorstep and roof are filled with shredded beans, cucumber strips, dried eggplant, squash dragons, autumn mushrooms, etc.

The same goes for the Yan family, they still dry the vegetables as usual.

On Sunday, Yan Jiuru and Chen Yin, my second brother and his wife, and Ruyue and his wife all came home to help with the work, otherwise the work would not be finished in a day.

Yan Jiuru and her brother-in-law were assigned to pick vegetables from the vegetable garden, while Chen Yin's sister-in-law and Ruyue were responsible for blanching and drying the vegetables in the front yard.

There are so many different beans to pick in this season.

Everyone in my family loves to eat long beans. Every year we dry a lot of beans and pickle them. We plant two whole rows of beans.

This thing produces a lot of fruit. My grandma who lives at the bottom picks the fruit diligently and skillfully. But those in the middle of the shelf are hard to reach if you are short. You either have to stand on a small stool or be tall to pick them. In just a few days, the fruit has grown like a waterfall.

Yan Jiuru instructed Zhang's brother-in-law to pick the beans. "Pick the ones that haven't bulged yet."

Brother-in-law Zhang smiled and replied, "Speaking of which, our yard is not small. It's a pity that we only wanted more rooms. Now it seems that the whole vegetable garden is more suitable."

With the crisp sound of "pa, pa", Jiuru's men picked the long beans quickly, and soon they carried a full basket to the front yard.

Two large iron pots were set up on the open space in the front yard, and the hot water was boiling.

Yan Jiuru poured the freshly picked beans into the pot, and Chen Yin immediately stirred them with long chopsticks. When they turned green and soft, she took them out, rinsed them with cold water, and hung them on bamboo poles to dry.

Xiaojing and Ruyue sat in front of the stone table, quickly cutting green beans into shreds on the chopping board. There was no need to blanch them, just cut a bunch and spread them directly on the slope of the roof to dry.

However, this job is quite tiring on the fingers, so someone else should take over after cutting a basket, otherwise the finger joints will easily get blisters from pressing the beans.

Grandma couldn't sit still and was slowly cutting eggplants. Grandpa helped pick this basket of long eggplants.

It took four or five days just to dry the vegetables.

***

Yan Jiuru couldn't help but grumble to Chen Yin, "I smell the smell of beans everywhere I go."

As a result, he got a cold eye roll from his wife: "You are such a glutton. Didn't you always eat dried beans when you were cooking pork in winter?

Not to mention you asked me to make dried beans a few days ago. If they are not dried enough, they won’t be eaten until February or March.”

Yan Jiuru was embarrassed and remained silent.

He indeed eats the most.

"Besides, Zhuangzhuang and the other two can't eat vegetables from home anymore. Fresh vegetables can't be sent to them, so they have to rely on dried vegetables to relieve their homesickness."

Speaking of the children, Chen Yin said, "Zhuangzhuang will graduate next year. Didn't he say he wanted to get a doctorate?"

Yan Jiuru stretched his waist and said, "Since he's not an economist, there's no need for him to study so much. Let him take over the company when he comes back. He'll learn better from actual business than from books."

"Are you okay? If you're okay, go wash up and change your clothes. Let's go to the market."

Yan Jiuru hadn't finished stretching when he stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"

Chen Yin waved her hand: "Hurry up and go, grandma asked me to buy a few jars of pickled garlic, garlic eggplant, salted duck eggs, sour beans and so on."

Without waiting for Yan Jiuru to ask more, he continued, "Two of the jars from before were cracked, and there's not enough food for so many people now. We'll have to bring more for Rusong and his wife when they come back, because they don't have these dishes from their hometown."

Rusong is now working on weapons design at a base, and his wife and children are also at the base.

Although there are supplies in the desert, eating is definitely not as convenient as outside.

It was rare for her to come back from vacation, and every time Chen Yin came back she would bring him a lot of things.

They are not precious items, but home-cooked dried vegetables and pickled vegetables are more popular than other things.

Yan Jiuru had no choice but to change his clothes and drive to the farmers' market with his wife and two children.

***

Since Yan Jiuru took office as the head of the Ministry of Commerce, farmers' markets across the country have been rectified.

Now each market has more than a dozen staff members stationed there, who are responsible for spot checking the quality of agricultural products at any time, including

Testing of whether medicines and fertilizers are compliant, whether merchants' scales are accurate, short-changing or selling inferior goods as good ones, etc. will result in fines, and in serious cases, stalls will be disqualified.

Once customers discover that there is a problem with the items they purchased, the first people to be held accountable are the responsible inspectors, followed by the seller.

The current job is hard-earned, so inspectors walk around the market every day to check things. There is no such thing as sitting in the office waiting for inspection.

Send for inspection, haha, this no longer happened after Yan Jiuru became the Minister of Commerce.

Who would send unqualified items for inspection?

I'm afraid he's a fool!

Nowadays, all kinds of commodities on the market can only be inspected at any time and anywhere. Moreover, whoever conducts the inspection is responsible. Once there is an error or omission in the inspection, the lighter punishment is a demerit and a fine. In serious cases, the offender may lose his job. If anyone is found to have taken bribes, he will be sent to jail.

"Hey, the Minister is here to buy groceries~"

"Minister, this dish of mine is absolutely fresh. Would you like to try some?"

"Would you like some freshly caught fish? I'll give you two."

Yan Jiuru was greeted by people as he walked along the way.

He often appears on TV, and almost all the vendors recognize him and are very enthusiastic towards both of them.

"You guys are busy, we will take a look ourselves." Yan Jiuru followed behind his wife. It was obvious that he was the one who could not make the decision. He also had to take care of the two children and make sure they didn't run away.

When the head inspector in charge of Dongfeng Farmers' Market in Dongcheng heard that a senior official was coming to visit the market, he did not immediately go to greet him. Instead, he quickly called a dozen inspectors to an emergency meeting:

"Everyone, cheer up and do your job well. If anyone slacks off, well, I don't need to tell you, your job is over.

It will be useless to ask anyone for mercy then."

"Let's go, let's get busy."

After the meeting, the team leader rushed to look for Minister Yan's whereabouts.

"Over there in the Japanese magazines!"

He didn't even need to ask specifically, as the vendors would tell him in a low voice.

**

Yan Jiuru and Chen Yin are picking jars.

The team leader came over and bowed, saying, "Hello, Director. I'm the inspection team leader for the Dongfeng Market. If you have anything to say, just call me."

Yan Jiuru looked at him and nodded: "It's okay, you go back to work, I'll buy some things for the house."

"Hey, you're busy. I'll be nearby if you need anything." He gave the vendor a look before leaving. He didn't dare to disturb the minister too much, nor did he dare to go far. He just checked the stalls in front, behind, left and right.

But this made the stall owners around very worried.

Goods in the market are now strictly inspected, and few people mess around with obvious quality issues, but that doesn't mean it's not uncomfortable for inspectors to hang around.

However, the customers who were buying vegetables were very happy.

That guy is tall on every scale.

Yan Jiuru and Chen Yin picked five jars, each of which was as tall as Yan Jiuru's calf.

The stall owner looked at Chen Yin and the children picking long bamboo clips at the stall next door. He rolled his eyes and thought that such a big shot would definitely not bargain, so he deserved to make a profit today.

So he boldly continued to promote his product: "Look at this jar, it's exported and sold domestically. Just fill the jar with water, seal it, and change the water regularly.

"It's easy to pickle peppers, beans, carrots, and cucumbers. Twenty-five each, try two."

Yan Jiu pointed his chin at Chen Yin and said, "You have poor judgment. Where is the decision-maker?"

The wallet is in his wife's hands, so he is just a porter.

The stall owner smiled awkwardly and quickly bowed to make amends: "Sister, I'm not very good at seeing things, please don't mind."

Chen Yin glared back at Yan Jiuru, then turned around and said with a smile, "How many kilograms of this is it? How much is one?"

"A small 5-jin jar is 12, and a large 10-jin jar is 22."

Chen Yin: Does she look like a sucker?

Seeing Chen Yin remained silent, the stall owner hurriedly said, "These glazed, water-sealed jars are for export. I got them from people who attended trade shows and couldn't take them home. They're much better quality than our domestic ones. Look how smooth the surface is, without any bumps at all."

He looked at Chen Yin's face and said tentatively, "If you take two big ones, I'll give you a base price of twenty yuan each."

Chen Yin chuckled, "Brother, your price is a bit high.

Two ten-jin ones are at most twenty-five. I also bought a few old-fashioned jars.

Besides, this jar can't hold ten kilograms, maybe just over eight kilograms."

The stall owner didn't expect the minister's wife to be so knowledgeable, so he could only laugh awkwardly: "That's how everyone calls it, almost ten kilograms."

The vendor nearby laughed and said, "Come on, Old Li, the Minister's wife often comes here to buy vegetables, and you're still trying to deceive her?"

"Exactly, do you think they don't understand the market? Let me tell you, they know more."

The vendor laughed a few times and said, "Okay, okay, we can talk about it."

Chen Yin didn't say much to the other party. She paid the money and asked the children to follow her. She and Yan Jiuru, together with the stall owner, moved the jars to the car.

Fortunately, I was driving a jeep today and the trunk had been cleaned, so it could barely fit seven jars.

On the way out of the parking lot, Chen Yin, sitting in the passenger seat, said to Yan Jiuru, "Vendors are becoming less and less honest these days. Jars like this used to cost only five or six yuan each, but now the price has doubled, and the jars are much smaller.

I have discovered that there are so many smart people.

Take soap, for example. 500 grams of soap used to sell for 30 cents, and last year it sold for 50 cents. After you introduced the guide price, although it's still 50 cents this year, the soap has become slimmer, weighing 445 grams, and weighing more than an ounce less."

It’s not that prices can’t rise, but they’re rising a little too fast.

"Your Ministry of Commerce should stop pushing everything good abroad. Are we, the people, inferior to foreigners? Are we not worthy of using good quality products?

If you look down on yourself, how can you expect others to look up to you?"

Yan Jiuru: This accusation is quite serious.

"I'll go down and do some research some other day."

***

As the two were talking, the jeep drove to the other side of the market near the wholesale food store and was about to turn around.

"Well, Yinyin, can you drive the kids back first?"

Chen Yin glanced at him, "What's wrong? What happened again?"

"No, I saw someone who looked a bit like that dealer, so I went to take a look."

By the way, at the beginning of this month, there was new progress in the cross-border major train case.

Xuan State dispatched hundreds of police officers to hunt down the murderer across the border.

Public security officers drawn from all over the country and security forces from Mongolia and Great Goose arrested dozens of criminals and killed more than a hundred people.

The case was considered a success, but there are still a dozen or so criminals at large.

Yan Jiuru just took a casual glance and saw one of the two profiteers he had met at the Great Wall Hotel directing a few idle people to move things into the car.

It's either sausages, bread or canned food. According to experience, this means they are either going on a long journey or planning to stay somewhere for a while.

Chen Yin followed his gaze, not caring about the prices anymore. "Don't tell me he's a fugitive. Be careful."