Lian Xiaomin thought for a moment and said to Mr. Qian, "Recently, many places here are in serious shortage of food. I'm afraid there will be chaos. There is no relief food. I heard that the commune leaders have ordered the people below to find ways to get food by themselves. As long as there is no chaos, they will not care about anything else."
"I'm planning to use you to sell a batch of grain to nearby villages at a low price. I'll start with Sandagou and then see how things go in other places."
Mr. Qian listened carefully and nodded repeatedly.
Lian Xiaomin continued, "I will tell you the specific plan in detail. There is one thing you need to remember: you cannot reveal my existence. The same applies in the future. For example, I arranged for someone to handle today's incident. That's what I mean. We need to do it secretly. No one can know that I showed up. Do you understand? Also, the guys who follow you need to do the same and keep their mouths shut."
Mr. Qian was a smart man. He understood immediately and agreed seriously.
Deep down, he didn't want others to know that the source of his supplies was Lin Zi.
When it comes to the black market business, isn't the most important thing the source of goods? Why was he only able to make a living in the commune before and couldn't develop?
It’s because the supply of goods is limited, so I can only rely on my old truck and occasionally go to Hai City to collect some scarce supplies.
But traveling long distances also has risks, and the round-trip distance is not short, so the development of the small black market here is very limited.
Since I met Lin Zi two months ago, the situation has changed all of a sudden. As a result, I also ran into Hu Sanhai and his gang. They wanted to rob their fellow thieves, so I was willing to take risks and come to him to find the source of the goods.
On the other hand, for Mr. Qian, since Lin Zi saved everyone, he is his benefactor. No matter what, he will never reveal anything risky or expose any information about his benefactor.
Mr. Qian continued to listen quietly to the detailed explanation of the person in front of him.
Lian Xiaomin continued, "Recently, you should have people keep an eye out. There must be people from Sandagou Village asking for food on the black market. One of them is Zhang Wenyong. His father is the village chief and the production team leader. This is what Zhang Wenyong looks like."
Lian Xiaomin took out a photo from her arms and placed it on the kang table.
When they were talking in the west room at home before, she took the opportunity to control the camera in the space with her mind and took a picture of Zhang Wenyong.
Later, he printed out another copy and showed it to Sun Xuefeng when he was sent to follow up, to make sure he had recognized the right person.
This time, Lian Xiaomin handed the photos directly to Qian Ye and asked him to show them to several of his men tomorrow and return the photos to her after the matter was over.
Mr. Qian looked at the photo carefully and put it away. The two continued to discuss some more specific details of the transaction, which took more than an hour in total, and they planned every step carefully.
Finally, Lian Xiaomin saw that it was already half past nine and stood up to say goodbye.
She also had to go to Mr. Qian's warehouse in Yugang Hutong to put the food and supplies away.
Because of what happened to Hu Sanhai today, I didn't expect to be delayed until so late, but fortunately she came, otherwise there would be no more.
Taking advantage of the night, she ran, her feet were like the wind, and she soon reached the destination.
Lian Xiaomin had the key to this place, so she unlocked the door and went in directly.
The yard used as a warehouse was not small. There were five rooms in total in the front and back yards, and a cellar. The doors of the rooms were all locked, so she opened them all at once to check.
Last time she left two rooms of supplies, and now the goods in them have almost all been sold out. Well, she went into the mountains to hunt for some time, and also spent a lot of time solving the trouble with the Cheng family, so she had no time to come here, so shouldn't they have been sold out a long time ago?
When shining the flashlight, only in the room at the easternmost end were there some miscellaneous items left, neatly stacked aside.
Lian Xiaomin had calculated before that there were eighty to ninety households in Sandaogou, and most of them had not split up. A large household could even have more than twenty people including adults and children, while a small household had about five or six people. Now it was not even mid-December, and if they wanted to save food until the beginning of next spring, the village of more than a thousand people would have to prepare at least 100,000 kilograms of grain.
She decided to first take out 50,000 kilograms of corn kernels, 50,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes, and 20,000 kilograms of sorghum, all packed in bags of 100 kilograms.
These 1,200 bags of grain need to be placed in five rooms. The bags have to be neatly stacked from the ground to the roof so that they can fit.
Lian Xiaomin started from the first room on the east side and continued to move grain bags out of the space. After working for more than half an hour, sweat began to appear on her forehead, and she finally finished the work.
She looked at the five rooms filled to the brim and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although she had to rely on the space, she was still quite busy.
Looking again, the cellar was still empty. It was cleaned very cleanly, but there was nothing in it. Lian Xiaomin took out ten bags of rice, ten bags of flour, and one hundred kilograms of cotton from the space and stacked them neatly.
He also took out two large lumps of frozen pork from the cold chain warehouse in the space, put them in two large hemp sacks, and also placed them in the cellar.
Lian Xiaomin brushed the dust off her hands, stretched her sore waist, locked all the doors including the cellar, and then left and rushed home.
For several days, she didn't go out and stayed at home with her younger siblings. With Sweet Potato as her companion, Xiaofu had a great time.
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These past few days, Zhang Shengli, the village chief and production team leader of Sandaogou, has been so busy that he has barely had time to return home. He first went to the commune to ask the leaders for help in getting relief grain, but it was useless. As the saying goes: let them find a way to solve it themselves.
In desperation, he went to the county town again to see his second brother Zhang Shenglin if he could provide any solution.
Zhang Shenglin worked as an accountant at the county grain station. He invited his eldest brother to stay overnight. The two brothers talked about the truth, but they had no idea what to do!
There is no food in the county town either, and the people at the grain station know it clearly, let alone the communes and villages below.
Zhang Shengli was dumbfounded and had no other choice. He could have killed the Japanese and risked his life, but now every household was starving and he couldn't get any food even if he risked his life. So he returned home dejected.
He pulled his third son out of the house and gave him some advice.
Seeing that his father was so worried that his mouth was full of blisters, Zhang Wenyong said, "Then I'll go look outside again."
He had actually already exchanged some food for his family, but it would not be easy to do so in large quantities. He planned to go find his good friend Zhao Liming from the transport team to see if there was any way.
Zhang Shengli looked at the third brother eagerly, and while sending him out, he reminded him that it didn't matter whether it was coarse grains or fine grains, as long as it was edible it would be fine.
Zhang Wenyong went to the commune on foot this time. He booked a bicycle ticket from someone in the black market and went to pick it up today. Buying a bicycle would be convenient in the future.
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