"Comrade, don't pierce the bag. I still borrow it from someone else's house when I pierce the bag. If you pierce the bag, I can't return it to someone else's house. I'll untie the bag, the same will be true." An old man in his fifties saw that the quality inspector in the grain warehouse was about to pierce the snakeskin bag containing the grain with the long thorn in his hand.

The quality inspector will have a small tool to quickly remove rice from the bag, which is about twenty or thirty centimeters long, like a sharp knife, with a hidden groove on it. After stabbing the long prick into the valley bag, the grains inside will fall into the hidden groove, so that you can check the condition of the rice in the bag.

Grain stations do have the consideration of grain stations. In order to avoid the poor grain placed under the bag and piled up some good-quality rice on it. If you just open a bag to check, some treacherous people may take advantage of loopholes. However, using this long thorn to penetrate the grain bag will naturally drill the grain bag. Although it is just a chemical fiber bag that once contained fertilizer, it is also a very important material in rural areas where resources are scarce. Many bags sent to grain have been used for many years. Some even have patches sewn on them.

The staff of the grain station are actually grassroots workers, but in front of the farmers, they have an extremely strong sense of luxury. They have never taken these mud legs in the countryside seriously.

The quality inspector named Ye Jianhu, who took over his squad and worked in the grain warehouse without any patience. When he heard the old man's words, he immediately shouted, "If you can't bear to break the bag, then pour out the rice bags one by one. Otherwise, how could I know that you didn't put the grain in the lower layer? You farmers all look honest and honest, but in fact they are very cunning in the millet. Hurry up, why do you do it? I'm very busy today and don't have time to argue with you."

The old farmer looked heartbroken, but had to make a decision, "You, check."

Ye Jianhu impatiently picked up the long thorn and stabbed it into the valley bag. He pulled out the long thorn, leaving a hole as thick as a finger in ancient times. The golden rice suddenly flowed out of the hole. The old farmer quickly stuffed a ball of paper torn off the smoke shell into the hole, blocking the gap. He picked up the grains flowing on the ground one by one. Only farmers facing the loess and the backs facing the sky knew how the golden rice was hard to come by. A grain of rice was definitely more than a drop of sweat. For the people in the city, a grain of rice might be worthless. The rice price is less than 40,000 cents per kilogram, especially when new rice is produced, the rice price is the lowest. It is only a little more than 300 cents a month. Ye Jianhu can buy four or five hundred kilograms of rice. It is no big deal to sprinkle it at all.

Ye Jianhu looked at the old man with some disdain and poured the millet in the long trough into his hand. The rice was bright in color and the grains were full. Put one into his mouth and chewed it. It sounded very crisp, and it could be seen that the rice was dry. But Ye Jianhu was a little angry that the old man had just confronted him, so he curled his lips and said, "Medium."

The old man was stunned, "My grains and grains are clearly carefully selected, clean and well-spread. Why do you only evaluate them as medium? At least you also need to evaluate them as excellent."

"If you want to evaluate the best, you will be evaluated. If you want to evaluate the best, you will be able to evaluate the best. If you don't have enough rice, you can see that the rice is obviously shriveled. You must have harvested it before you mature. Isn't this a mess? If you don't mature enough, it will be dehydrated in large quantities when dried, which will not only affect the yield, but also affect the quality of the rice. If you have the same rice, it is medium. If you don't believe me, you can find someone to rate you, and of course someone will be willing to re-evaluate you." Ye Jianhu knew that it would be impossible to convince the elderly if he didn't make excuses. Maybe others would know that he was deliberately retaliating.

"But this, this..." Medium and excellent are a lot of money. If this is evaluated by medium, I am afraid that agricultural taxes, water conservancy fees and so on will be deducted, and there will be no more money left. It is impossible for the money to buy fertilizer. The old farmer frowned, but people had to bow their heads under the eaves. It is impossible for him to really drag the grain back and forth several trips.

The people who delivered grain and grain looked at the old man's family with sympathy. Even the people in the same village as the old man dared not say a fair word for the old man, for fear of being implicated.

"Beghua, this person is so bad! The old man's rice was originally very good, and there was no one in a shrunk. Just now, those who were even worse than the old man's rice were all excellent, and they just stuffed him a pack of cigarettes." Zhang Yuanbao said to Zhang Yaohua secretly. However, the "silent voice" of the troublemaker was not small at all.

"Yuanbao, don't talk nonsense." Hu Xiaoqing quickly stopped shouting. Unfortunately, it was too late. Ye Jianhu was right next to him and turned around when he heard Zhang Yuanbao's words.

"Why are you here to send grain and grain to bring some ghosts? This is the grain warehouse. If something happens, who can take responsibility? Are these children from your family?" Ye Jianhu's tone was a hint of threat. Who told Zhang Yuanbao to reveal his true feelings as soon as he opened his mouth.

"You, you had just collected a pack of cigarettes from that person. I saw it. You put it in the pants bag on your left. It was a pack of white sand cigarettes." Zhang Yuanbao was glared at by Hu Xiaoqing, and felt very aggrieved, and directly spoke out the evidence loudly.

"Ghostly, don't talk nonsense. I paid for this cigarette myself, but I didn't have time to buy it outside and asked him to buy me a pack." Ye Jianhu was very embarrassed, embarrassed and angry, and immediately burst out to cover up his panic.

"You are in trouble and telling you not to talk nonsense, why do you still have to say?" Hu Xiaoqing could imagine how difficult it would be for Ye Jianhu to be. She ran over and raised her hand to hit Zhang Yuanbao.

"Auntie, don't hit your brother. He is right. Whoever speaks randomly will be crooked?" Zhang Yaohua said.

"Beggar, don't talk nonsense." Hu Xiaoqing was completely panicked now.

Ye Jianhu quickly issued an inspection ticket for the old man, and then walked over to Zhang Yaohua, "Xingjiang, go there. Leave it to me here."

"You have to." Originally, another quality inspector, Jin Xingjiang, came over to inspect Zhang Manyin and his family's rice. Unexpectedly, Ye Jianhu came to take the initiative to grab the order. The work in the grain warehouse was not a measurement. They were all monks and bells for one day. Ye Jianhu had to rush to do more, so Jin Xingjiang was naturally happy to let him do it.

Zhang Youlian and Zhang Manyin changed their faces suddenly. Just now, Zhang Yuanbao and Zhang Yaohua completely offended the quality inspector of the grain station. Now, if he asked him to come for inspection, I am afraid that even a medium-sized one will not be evaluated.

"This cadre, this cadre. Children are ignorant. Don't be surprised. Don't be surprised. Come and smoke, smoke." Zhang Youlian hurried over and took out the cigarette in his pocket and stuffed it into Ye Jianhu's hand.

When Ye Jianhu saw that he had opened a pack of wild camellia tea cigarettes that had been smoked by half, he threw them directly on the ground. A pack of wild camellia tea cigarettes costs only a few cents. How could Ye Jianhu be fond of it? What's more, even white sand cigarettes were useless at this time.

"What words are written on the wall? Do you recognize them? Smoking is strictly prohibited! If you give me a pack of cigarettes, are you trying to harm me?" Ye Jianhu said viciously.

"How dare? My child is ignorant, don't be surprised." Zhang Youlian said with a smile. He went to pick up the cigarette and put it in his pocket.

"Speak less nonsense. Don't delay my work." Ye Jianhu ignored what Zhang Youlian and Zhang Manyin said. He directly used the long thorn in his hand to select the word "flat" in the middle that penetrated into the valley bag, and then pulled it out suddenly, causing a large gap to appear in the valley bag. The rice suddenly flowed out like a stream of water.

Ye Jianhu was stunned when he saw this. The rice was the best rice he had seen in the grain station for many years. Even if he was a special one, he would have nothing to say. But Ye Jianhu was going to give him a "failure".

When Ye Jianhu was about to speak, a small hand pulled Ye Jianhu's clothes, "Uncle, speaking against his conscience will turn into a crooked mouth."

"Then I just want to see if I will turn into a crooked mouth. If I don't turn into a crooked mouth, then what I said is correct." Ye Jianhu pulled Zhang Yaohua's hand away and continued coldly, "This rice is not qualified! Take it back and dry it before sending it over."

"The rice can even break the teeth, but it hasn't been well-dried yet?" Zhang Manyin asked anxiously.

"I..." Ye Jianhu suddenly realized that something was wrong with his mouth. He was really crooked. His lips were tilted to one side, and the upper and lower lips could not be closed together. Not long after, saliva flowed out of Ye Jianhu's mouth.

"Ah!" Jin Xingjiang, who was lazy on the side, was shocked. Ye Jianhu's mouth was really crooked.

"Uncle, that uncle is sick. Why don't you re-examine the millet in our family?" Zhang Yaohua found Jin Xingjiang again.

"Didn't that uncle have tested it for you just now?" Jin Xingjiang was unwilling to cause trouble.

"But he hasn't issued the invoice yet. Now he is sick, shouldn't you do a quality inspection and then issue an invoice for us?" Zhang Jiaohua knew that Jin Xingjiang wanted to refuse. Both sides were not offended. But how could Zhang Jiaohua let him succeed?

"Oh, he just said that your rice was not qualified, I think you should drag it back and dry it again." Jin Xingjiang wanted to escape.

"Uncle, speaking against one's conscience will turn into a crooked mouth. Look, that uncle just said lies." Zhang Yaohua pointed at Ye Jianhu and said.

Jin Xingjiang originally wanted to say something, but immediately realized something, "Then you wait a moment. I'll ask our leader."

Before Jin Xingjiang could reach the door, he stumbled on his right foot with his left foot and immediately fell to the ground. When he wanted to get up, he found that his feet were completely twisted and he couldn't even walk.

Zhang Manyin and others looked at Zhang Yaohua worriedly, feeling relieved and worried at the same time. What should I do with this car of grain? (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!