Chapter 232 Beware of Food Being Stolen
The first batch of 100 tons of grain
To put it in perspective, one bag holds 100 jin, one ton is 20 bags, and 100 tons is 2,000 bags.
(Here's a question: what was flour stored in back in the 1950s and 1960s? Plastic bags and synthetic fiber bags didn't exist back then. Using cloth bags on a large scale wouldn't be possible, as cloth was more precious than grain. Using burlap bags, they said, would leak the flour. And clay pots certainly weren't an option, were they? Any kind readers could tell me.)
Although Lin Sanqi had prepared a forklift and a mobile belt conveyor, he was still exhausted in the end. It took him several days to transport the grain from modern society through the "channel space" to 1960.
When all the food was piled up in the warehouse at the train station, Lin Sanqi lay on the pile of food for a long time, unable to catch his breath.
He thought to himself, if he listened to his father and acted like a saint, even if he worked himself to death, how much food could he move? To really supply the country's 660 million people, even if he was willing to go bankrupt in 2013, there was no way he could transport it.
He didn't have Chen Xia's portable hospital, nor Chen Qi's system space, where he could easily put away items with a wave of his hand, regardless of the quantity or size.
Seeing the food piled up like a mountain, Lin Sanqi felt a sense of accomplishment.
Originally, he planned to exchange the first batch of more than 400 ginsengs for 50 tons of coarse grains, but in the end, the amount of grain he brought doubled to 100 tons, which was considered to be worthy of his few consciences.
After resting for a long time, Lin Sanqi ran to the duty room of the train station to borrow a phone and called the Chinese medicine hospital.
Dean Shen's mind is now full of food. He is extremely anxious. He thinks that Lin Sanqi has been missing for several days and wonders if he has bought any food.
Now, not to mention that the Changping branch is crying out for food, even the canteen of the main hospital in the city has run out of food and can no longer buy food from the grain company.
Suddenly the phone rang, and Dean Shen picked up the phone irritably:
“I’m Shen Guoming, who is this?”
"Uncle Shen, I'm Xiaoqi."
Dean Shen was delighted and quickly lowered his voice to ask, "How is it? Did you buy the food?"
Lin Sanqi glanced at the train station staff next to him, then whispered in a secret code:
"The mission has been completed, bring people here quickly."
Dean Shen stood up immediately and shouted excitedly, "Okay, okay, I'll be there soon. You must guard the warehouse well."
In less than half an hour, Dean Shen arrived at Fengtai Railway Station with 16 security guards. All the security guards were wearing armed belts and holding long rifles in their hands, as if they were going to war.
Before the truck came to a complete stop, Dean Shen jumped out of the truck and shouted to Zhang Jingang, the head of the security department:
"Zhang Jingang, surround the entire warehouse immediately and don't let even a fly in. Xiaoqi, haha, you're a great hero. Look how much thinner you've become these past few days. You've worked so hard."
Lin Sanqi thought that anyone who moved 100 tons of grain would lose weight. If it weren't for the hundreds of millions of RMB as spiritual support, he felt that he could not hold on.
Dean Shen looked around and asked again softly, "Xiao Qi, how much food did you get?"
Lin Sanqi stretched out a finger.
"One ton? Damn, that's all? What's the point of this?"
"Uncle Shen, be conservative. Guess again."
"It can't be 10 tons, right? Oh, less than I thought, but it's not bad. It should be able to hold up for a while."
"Uncle Shen, Lu Xun taught us that the bolder the people, the more productive the land. Can't you dream a little? What do you mean by only 10 tons? I'm going to bring back 100 tons of grain this time."
“100 tons???!!!”
Dean Shen screamed in shock, and then suddenly covered his mouth tightly, because a few people wrapped in coats happened to pass by and looked over here in confusion.
Dean Shen grabbed Lin Sanqi with one hand, his strength was astonishing, and then he said in a trembling voice:
"Open the warehouse door. I, I want to see it with my own eyes."
Lin Sanqi put his hand on the door handle and laughed, "Uncle Shen, are you ready for the quick-acting heart pills?"
With a loud noise, the door opened a crack, and Dean Shen flashed into the warehouse with an agile posture that was not suitable for his age, and then he saw a mountain of grain.
Then he just stood there in a daze.
Lin Sanqi slipped into the warehouse and closed the door again. The fewer people who knew about the Chinese medicine hospital's food, the better. He was afraid that if he let it slip and other people found out, believe it or not, the food would be snatched away in a minute.
"Uncle Shen, each bag here contains 100 kilograms of grain, for a total of 2,000 bags. According to your instructions, all the grain is coarse grain, namely corn flour and millet flour."
Dean Shen really wanted to laugh out loud to show his excitement, and his mind was quickly calculating.
There are 132 employees in the branch, excluding 10 cadres. Cadres like Lin Sanqi are still treated according to the treatment of the main hospital, with both salary and food, but they do not receive the branch's food quota.
In this way, the branch needs to provide food to 122 employees.
The original policy was to pay wages but not food. Later, it was adjusted based on actual conditions and calculated based on an average of 25 kilograms of fine grain per person per month.
But if the employees have food, their families will go hungry, so the solution proposed by Dean Shen is to distribute coarse grains at a ratio of 1:4, so that each employee can get 100 kilograms of coarse grains every month.
With these 100 kilograms of coarse grains as a base, although the whole family may still not have enough to eat, no one will starve to death.
According to this distribution plan, the Changping branch alone needs 6 tons of coarse grains per month to maintain operations.
However, in order to solve the food problem for the employees' families, Dean Shen and Lin Sanqi's previous plan was to have the families go to the "Pharmacy Department" to make pills, and then the hospital would subsidize a certain amount of food every month.
Assuming that each family member needs half a pound of food per day, about 4 to 5 tons need to be prepared every month.
In other words, in order to keep more than 600 employees and their families in the Changping branch alive, 10 tons of food must be prepared every month.
From the perspective of future generations, 10 tons of grain was nothing, just a few tens of thousands of yuan. But in the special period of 1960, it was a matter of life and death.
Even if we use the name of the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, we still can't get food. All the grain reserves in the country over the years are in the hands of Big Brother.
Now that 100 tons of grain are in hand, Dean Shen is completely relieved. At least life will definitely be better this year.
As long as we wait until autumn when the farms have a harvest, perhaps the staff of the Chinese medicine hospital will be able to completely solve the food crisis.
"Xiao Qi, you've helped me a lot. On behalf of the Chinese Medicine Hospital and all the staff, thank you."
Lin Sanqi waved his hand and continued to give this respectable old man some hope:
"Uncle Shen, don't worry. When the second batch of ginseng arrives, I'll get you another 100 tons of grain."
Dean Shen's face was smiling like a chrysanthemum.
"Okay, okay, haha. By the way, let me see the quality of this batch of grain. You can't fool me with moldy grains, or I'll hit you."
Dean Shen seemed to have some demands, but in fact, he was willing to accept even moldy and lumpy old grains, as long as they would not kill people.
He simply couldn't imagine where Lin Sanqi got so much food and how he got it back to the capital. The hardships in between must be known only to Lin Sanqi himself, and he couldn't let down the hero.
Lin Sanqi was unhappy when he heard this. He thought that his own father had specially added a large proportion of flour and pure corn flour to prevent the father and son from being struck by lightning. How could he use moldy and stale goods?
So he ran to the grain pile angrily, picked up a sack and opened it:
"Uncle Shen, please come and take a look. Although it's called coarse grain, it's actually not much different from fine grain. If you can get such good grain from somewhere else, I'll write the first character of my name in reverse order."
Dean Shen picked up the millet flour and found that it was not the gray color he had imagined, but rather white. The white color meant that the flour was the majority, which meant it was definitely a good whole grain.
Dean Shen, who was worried, didn't care about getting his clothes dirty. He put one hand deep into the millet flour and grabbed a handful, and found that it was also white flour.
Not only is it white in color, it also has the fragrance of new grain, without any musty smell of stale grain.
At this time, Lin Sanqi opened another bag of corn flour.
"Uncle Shen, please check the quality of the corn flour again."
Corn flour should be a coarse grayish white in color, but the corn flour in Lin Sanqi's hand is a relatively fine yellow in texture.
Dean Shen didn't care whether he was doing it or not, he just grabbed a handful of corn flour and put it in his mouth to taste:
"Well, good, good, the proportion of corn cobs is not high, this cornmeal is good, good, good!"
Dean Shen shouted excitedly, spewing cornmeal from his mouth. His funny look made Lin Sanqi lose all his anger.
The old man is doing this for the collective, not for himself. What a respectable person he is.
"Uncle Shen, isn't it too dangerous to leave this grain at the train station? If someone sees us transporting grain in the future, they might steal it."
Dean Shen thought so too. Food is life, and it must be in his own hands.
"You're right. The longer the night, the more trouble we have. So, go call the hospital and ask them to send someone over right away. Oh, and borrow a few trucks so we can transport it all at once."
That night, Dean Shen, Chief Quan of the Logistics Department, Chief Zhang of the Security Department, Lin Sanqi, and 20 fully armed security guards began preparing to transport all the food back to the Chinese Medicine Hospital warehouse.
This made Lin Sanqi exhausted again. A billionaire of the new era became a glorious loader in the prosperous era.
Lin Sanqi wanted to be lazy and pretended to be directing the security guards to load the truck, but when he turned around and saw the old dean sweating profusely and staggering forward with bags weighing hundreds of kilograms on his back, he could only wail and turn back to the warehouse to continue carrying food.
The Chinese medicine hospital thought they had done a perfect job. After all, they didn't even call on ordinary employees. It was only the hospital leaders and security staff who moved the grain together.
But in another warehouse, several people were clinging to ladders, looking out the window at the bustling Chinese medicine hospital warehouse...
(End of this chapter)
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