“…”

The villagers looked confused, wondering why they didn’t know that the straw in the village was so good.

The village party secretary walked towards the village with several soldiers, introducing the situation in the village as they walked and at the same time asking the troops about the purpose of collecting so much straw.

Hearing the explanations from the young soldiers and villagers, the village party secretary looked even happier.

Unlike the villagers, as the village secretary, he knows the village’s grain production best.

In the absence of natural disasters, the village's grain output remains basically constant, at about 520,000 kilograms per year.

Generally speaking, there is as much straw as there is grain. 520,000 kilograms of grain will have nearly 600,000 kilograms of straw, and if all of it is sold, it will cost 6,000 yuan.

This is a considerable amount of extra economic income. Rice costs 0.12 cents per pound, and 6,000 yuan can buy 50,000 pounds of rice.

The village threshing ground.

This is where the village dries grain every year, and the space is very large.

After understanding the situation, the village party secretary took the soldiers to look at the rice straw and wheat straw stored in the village, and then called together all the villagers and asked those who wanted to sell straw to act quickly.

While the army’s vehicle is here today, we will quickly bundle it up and pull it over to sell. Otherwise, we will have to pull it over to sell it ourselves later or find someone to transport it collectively.

Half an hour later, several soldiers returned to the military vehicle, and the villagers lined up to sell straw.

The village collective has a lot of straw stored, and the village party secretary has to figure out how much can be sold and how much can be left for the village’s livestock.

We have temporarily decided not to sell it today, and will organize people to take it to the factory in two days.

"One hundred kilograms, one dollar."

"Two hundred and thirty kilograms, 2.3 yuan."

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The large beam scale used to weigh pigs in the village was lifted and put down again and again, and the young logistics soldiers reported the number again and again, and settled the accounts on the spot. When they received brand new big unity notes, the villagers' faces were filled with bright smiles.