Yes, that means waiting.
Plenty of grain will be delivered.
The people at the grain depot had all gone to work in steelmaking, and those who delivered grain to the state didn't want to take it back after transporting it from the countryside to the county, so they could only pile the grain up by the roadside.
Don't say you're afraid of losing it. Nowadays, no one would touch these things. They belong to the government; you can't touch them even if you starve to death.
Xie Ming and his group weren't waiting for the piles of food in the county, but rather for the roadside outside the city.
These were all lost by production teams that tried to imitate others but ended up with a poor imitation.
The villages were already reluctant to use oxen, relying instead on people carrying the grain in baskets. Seeing how the grain was being delivered this year, they all started to follow suit.
Since it's already piled up by the roadside, doesn't it make no difference whether it's piled up inside or outside the county?
As a result, many people who were too lazy to work simply threw the grain rations away on both sides of the road.
These are all pure white grains; if they were left outside for just two days, they would all get moldy and damp.
Xie Ming and his team didn't waste any time. Once the people had left and gone far away, they picked up the bags and carried them away.
When asked what happened, Xie Ming, dressed smartly, would say that he was a staff member from the city's grain station who was assigned to the county because they were short-staffed.
Anyway, nobody in the surrounding area knows him, and everyone else is dressed neatly, so who would care whether it's true or not!
Some would even come over to lend a hand. Xie Ming memorized their faces and planned to bring them some food in the future.
As for the others, each person has their own fate, and he doesn't want to interfere.
The Chen family worked for several days, harvesting a total of 70,000 jin of grain, including not only rice, soybeans, and sweet potatoes, but also cotton. The food alone from this harvest could feed their village for one or two years.
The group clicked their tongues in amazement. They knew that before they stopped, someone had piled up grain on the road. If they hadn't collected it, most of it would have rotted in the ground.
And those whose fields were ruined, they had been farmers for half their lives, and their hearts ached terribly.
Xie Ming didn't want to tell them that he was actually in charge of most of the grain harvest this time.
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