The third watch of the night has arrived, and the voting is in full swing at noon!
Zhang Hongmei sat in the space packing corn. As for the string, she tore off a piece of cloth and was calculating in her mind that even if one pound of corn yielded half a pound of kernels, a bag would weigh fifty pounds. She planned to charge one yuan and two jiao per pound, which would be sixty yuan per bag.
So, filling 250 bags would cost 15,000 yuan.
Salt costs 80 cents a pound, so 1,000 pounds would cost 800 yuan. Baking soda costs 80 cents a pound, so 100 pounds would cost 80 yuan.
Soybeans cost one yuan per jin (500g), so two thousand jin would cost two thousand yuan. Peanuts cost one yuan and fifty cents per jin, so one thousand jin would need to be packed into twenty bags, which would cost one thousand five hundred yuan.
That adds up to 19,380 yuan, leaving 476 yuan remaining.
We'll prepare according to this number.
The salt and baking soda need to be unpacked from their individual containers.
Zhang Hongmei was thinking as she packed corn into bags. These 250 bags weren't easy to pack. Almost every bag would weigh a few extra pounds, so she couldn't afford to pack too few.
I've been staying home for a week, and I've already prepared everything in my room. I still feel like the time is too short. Anyway, the letter of introduction says it's for a month, so I'm not worried about not being able to go back.
I won't be foolish enough to go back with those things.
This time, they only sent a bag of rice husks. As for the sorghum rice, they didn't dare to take it out. Old Zhuang, the fake expert, could tell at a glance that it was the same sorghum seeds he had given them last year, and it would be too troublesome to explain.
Finally, after ten days, I went to the distillery in the middle of the night, turned on the energy-saving light, swept the entire warehouse floor clean, and put out 301 bags, one pile of each kind. Then I drove around the neighborhood, especially around the entrance, making sure there were tire tracks.
When I got home, I cleaned myself up neatly. At daybreak, I went to the municipal government to find Liu Changhai.
Because Zhang Hongmei arrived early, she stood at the door. Liu Changhai's driver saw Zhang Hongmei from afar.
"Boss, that little girl from your village is standing at the door."
Stop the car in front of her.
"yes."
Zhang Hongmei saw Liu Changhai get out of the car and said, "Third Master, I'm going home today."
"What's the rush?"
"I miss home." After saying that, she handed the note and a key to Liu Changhai.
"Then go back. Take the things I prepared back to your great-grandmother."
"Okay!"
"Xiao Wu, unload the things from the car and help Hongmei get on the car in a bit."
"Yes, sir."
Liu Changhai entered the office, sat behind his desk, and looked at the note that read: "Abandoned winery 250 bags + 10 + 1 + 20 + 20 + 1." He knew this was the quantity. This girl was truly formidable. He had refrained from having anyone keep an eye on her; it seemed he had made the right decision.
When Xiao Wu returned to report, Liu Changhai whispered a few words to him and then let him leave.
Zhang Hongmei sat in the car with a large bag full of brown sugar at her feet. She smiled wryly at herself, wondering how she was going to get it back.
If that doesn't work, I'll have to leave it at the school and ride my bike back to carry it when I get back.
Zhang Hongmei struggled to carry the bag, and the old man at the gate thought she had brought something nice again.
"Grandpa, this isn't mine. I'm just carrying a bag. This is something my third uncle gave to my great-grandmother, asking me to bring it back from the city. I'll leave it here for now and go home to get my bike. If I don't come, Er Ya or Zhu Zi from our village will come and get it."
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it for you. Could the girl get some food?"
"No one in our village sells grain, but I have some dried pumpkin myself, so I brought some over for you."
"Yes, anything edible is fine. Why don't you go check on the principal at the school?"
"Okay, then I'll go in."
When the old principal saw Zhang Hongmei come in, he said, "You'll be starting school soon too, you should be there on the first day."
"Okay, school starts on the first day of February, right?"
Yes. You came here for something?
"I left the things I brought back for someone at the school gate. I'll ride my bike over to pick them up later. I might be a little late, but wait for me to bring you some dried pumpkin."
The old principal's expression was complicated; he simply couldn't bring himself to refuse. The meager food rations he had for himself were far from enough for the elderly couple.
Zhang Hongmei ran all the way back to Liujiatun and went straight to the old lady's house. "Great-Grandma, my mission is complete. Here is the detailed list. I still need to go to the school to carry the things my third uncle brought for you. We'll talk about the details when I get back."
Zhang Hongmei ran off in a hurry without waiting for the old lady to say anything.
The old lady looked at the paper in her hand and said, "Aimin, come here and read it to me."
Liu Aimin took the paper from the old lady's hand, and was so excited that he almost threw it away.
"Grandma, here's the list: 250 bags of corn, 20 bags of soybeans, 20 bags of peanuts, 10 bags of salt, 1 bag of baking soda, and 1 bag of rice husks."
"We can't get that much stuff with this little money. Let's wait until she gets back. I think she said something about corn kernels, that should be about right."
"What did that girl go about this time?"
"She carried the things that your third uncle brought for me."
When Zhang Hongmei got home, she packed a bag of dried pumpkin, a small bag of dried eggplant and dried green beans, and a bag of radishes and cabbage.
Finally, I remembered I'd packed half a bag of dried squash for the gatekeeper. I tied it to the back seat before riding off.
When we arrived at the school gate, I gave the dried pumpkin to the old man and pushed the cart into the school.
"Principal, you have a lot of things. Shall I deliver them to your home?"
"No need, I rode my bike here too. I'll take you home next time. It's getting late, you should head back now."
Zhang Hongmei returned to the village after dark. She went directly to the old lady's house, and Liu Aimin unloaded the bags from the back seat.
"Grandma, this is something my third uncle gave me. He asked me to bring it back to you."
"Hmm, Aimin, can you tell me what this is?"
"Milk. There are twenty bags of brown sugar and half a bag of wheat flour."
"Hmm, give this to your wife to keep. Does this 'Red Plum' husk have a pit?"
"Yes, Grandma. Let's say a bag of corn with kernels weighs 100 jin, which is 50 jin of kernels. At 1.2 yuan per jin, a bag would be 60 yuan, and 250 bags would be 15,000 yuan."
Soybeans cost 2,000 jin for 1 yuan per jin, peanuts cost 1,500 yuan per jin for 1,000 jin, salt costs 80 cents per jin for 800 yuan, and baking soda costs 80 cents per jin for 80 yuan. Rice husks were given to us as a gift; we couldn't buy them even if we wanted to.
Here's the remaining four hundred and seventy-six yuan, take it.
The old woman took the money and placed it on the kang (a heated brick bed). "I never expected to be able to buy so much grain. Although it won't fill us up, it won't starve us either."
Zhang Hongmei didn't respond. When a leader speaks, a subordinate should know which words to respond to and which words to keep quiet about.
"You got it. Go home now, school will start soon."
When Zhang Hongmei returned home, Er Ya was already tending the fire. All the animals in the house that were hungry had been fed; thankfully, the sheep had been chased away.
"Uncle Hongmei Aimin said you were back and asked me to heat the kang (a traditional heated brick bed). What have you been doing for so long?"
"Sister Erya is the best to me. I stayed in the city for a few days, otherwise I won't have time to go there again."
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