He Haiming opened his eyes wide and quickly returned to the convoy and came to Wang Shuning's cart. If he remembered correctly, the five bags of mixed rice were in it, but they were all mixed in there and couldn't be separated now without peeling the shells!
He waved to He Chunxi to come closer, and asked in a low voice, "Have you marked the five bags of inferior quality?"
There are twenty sacks in the car. If they are not marked, we will have to open each sack for inspection.
He Chunxi saw that the village chief looked unhappy, and couldn't help but worry, "There are no marks on the sacks, but the knots are different, I can tell them apart."
"Hurry up and take people to pull down those five bags. We won't hand them over this time. Drag them back and exchange them for good ones." He Haiming pointed at the rice on the cart and ordered.
He Chunxi advised: "Village Chief, there is not much mixed in those five bags of mixed rice, it is just a little brittle. It was inspected before and was in compliance with regulations. There is no need to tow it back and replace it with new ones."
He Haiming pursed his lips and said, "I just went to check. The grain station inspection was particularly strict this time. Red Sun Village needs to replenish grain because of this matter. If we hand these in, we will have to replenish them later. These five bags were handed in to the grain station in vain! You should quickly take people to move them. Five bags of rice weigh 500 kilograms."
There were still two villages ahead of them, so there was still time.
When He Chunxi heard that he had to pay an additional 500 kilograms after handing it in, he felt heartbroken. Even if the rice was cracked and white, it was still fine rice. If he handed it in for nothing, the villagers would be the ones who would suffer the loss.
He Chunxi asked Wang Shuning and Zhang Meili to hold the cart. He walked around the cart and said to He Qianghai, "You go up and we will pull these bags to the roadside."
He Qianghai asked in confusion: "Move to the roadside? Not paying it?"
He Haiming and He Chunxi spoke too softly just now and they didn't hear clearly. It's still a long way to the town government grain station, so why do they have to move downstairs now?
He Chunxi pulled the tie of the sack and said, "If you don't want to hand it over, take it back."
Five bags of rice were taken down and placed on the roadside. Village chief He Haiming walked over and looked at Wang Shuning and Zhang Meili, then said, "Wang Shuning, you stay and watch over the rice. Don't let anyone take it away."
"Okay." Wang Shuning leaned to the side of the road, put his left hand on the sack and nodded to He Haiming.
Waiting here does not require the representatives to push the cart, which is easier than following them. However, there are five fewer bags of rice on the cart, so it is easier to push than before, and it doesn't matter if one person is removed.
Wang Shuning was standing at first, but later she squatted down because she was tired. However, carts kept passing by in front of her and many people looked at her. She felt a little embarrassed, so she had to stand up and continue waiting.
The progress of grain delivery is unclear, and we don’t know when they will return.
The sun gradually rose overhead. Judging from the location, it was probably past eleven o'clock. I wonder if they have caught up?
My stomach is empty and has started to growl.
Wang Shuning reached into her pocket and took out two tangerines. There were people queuing on the road, so she couldn't eat too much and attract attention. Her pocket was so small. After eating the two tangerines, Wang Shuning didn't take any more food from her pocket.
"Ring, ring, ring." It's the sound of a bicycle bell.
The road in the town was not wide, and an ox cart could take up most of it. The remaining space was only enough for two people to walk side by side. Wang Juan's cycling skills were obviously not very good. She rode the bicycle crookedly, swaying from side to side, and it always felt like she would fall down in the next second.
The five bags of rice placed on the roadside in Dafeng Village took up the width of a person's shoulders. Wang Juan couldn't ride over and had to stop.
"Um... Wang Shuning, right? We meet again. Why are you standing on the side of the road? Shouldn't the grain be transported to the grain station?" Wang Juan held the steering wheel and stopped to talk to Wang Shuning.
Wang Shuning blinked. How could she know what the village chief meant? If they took the trouble to transport the grain here but didn't pay it, there must be something wrong. "Our village came to the town to pay the public grain today. The village chief had people take it off the cart. Maybe it was because the weight was enough and they transported too much."
Wang Juan nodded as if she understood. She had only heard of having to make up for the shortfall in grain delivered to the grain station, but had never heard of having to make up for the shortfall in grain delivered to the grain station.
Wang Shuning tried to lift the sack back to make room for Wang Juan to pass, but the sack was too heavy. She held the mouth of the sack tightly with both hands and was unable to lift it up at all.
"No need to move, I can pass it with my bicycle. Just hold the sack against it and make sure it doesn't fall over." Wang Juan lifted the bicycle and let the pedal pass between the sack and the cart, then she held the rear end of the bicycle to pass through.
A few minutes later, Zhang Meili ran over from the front alone, "Shuning, the public grain has been moved to the entrance of the grain station, and we are waiting for the staff to finish their meal and inspect it. Jingyi and I are going to buy some buns for lunch. Do you need me to bring some for you?"
The villagers were reluctant to eat it, but the educated youth who had plenty of money didn't want to go hungry.
"Do we have to wait until two o'clock in the afternoon?" This means that I will have to stand here for more than three hours.
Zhang Meili shook her head. "No, someone just came and said that they are busy collecting grain these two days, so they asked the grain station staff to go back to work after lunch, and not wait until two o'clock in the afternoon."
"Then bring me two meat buns." Wang Shuning took money from his pocket and gave it to Zhang Meili.
"Okay, wait for me for a while, I'll be back after I buy it." Zhang Meili took the money and turned around and ran forward.
About ten minutes later, Zhang Meili handed the buns to Wang Shuning while holding a paper bag. When she returned to the grain station, the staff who collected the grain were still eating, so it seemed that they would have to wait for a while.
In the grain station.
Wang Juan squatted on the ground, "Dad, have some soup. Mom made it at noon. It tastes really delicious."
Wang Zhiming took the lunch box, which was still a little hot. "Your mother is just worrying about nothing. There is only a short break time at noon. Can't you just eat something casually? You have to cook and eat, so how can you have time to sleep?"
Wang Juan raised her eyebrows. "Mom is worried about you. Every year at this time, I have to work overtime. You said you could go home for dinner today. If I hadn't foreseen it and asked me to bring you food, you would have gone hungry."
Wang Zhiming looked up at the entrance of the grain station and saw many villagers sitting on the ground waiting, so he quickened his eating pace and tried to go to work early.
Wang Juan advised, "Eat slowly. Not chewing is bad for your health. You are worried about the villagers waiting, but you don't think about the other uncles at the grain station. They already have no time to rest, and now they can't even eat in peace."
Wang Juan's father, Wang Zhiming, is the director of the Yihe Town Grain Station. His daily work is not very busy, but he is busiest during the summer and autumn harvests every year.
When Wang Zhiming heard what his daughter said, he couldn't help but look at his subordinate. The other party seemed to be frightened. He stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth in several big mouthfuls, as if someone was trying to snatch it from him. As a result, he choked and had to be forced to swallow water by someone next to him.
Wang Zhiming advised with a guilty conscience: "Eat slowly, there's no rush."
Half an hour later, the half-open door was opened from the outside, and the village chief He Haiming immediately went forward to greet them.
"Open it and check." The staff in charge of quality inspection signaled He Daniu to untie the rope of the sack.
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