Hua Zhao did not take the train this time, but came back by car.
As soon as the big Jiefang brand truck entered the village, it attracted everyone's attention. Is this another relief food distribution?
In the past ten years or so, the village has received relief food almost every year.
360 kilograms of grain is really not enough for a strong laborer to last for a year. It usually lasts for more than half a year.
What's more, in some years when the tasks were heavy, the grain received was less than 360 kilograms.
It's okay here. They are subsidized by mountain goods. It's basically enough to distribute relief grains once a year. I heard that other places distribute relief grains twice.
"Didn't this year's grain just get distributed last month? And now it's being distributed again?" Everyone chatted excitedly while chasing the big truck.
"Who knows? Maybe twice this year!"
“Just follow me and take a look and you’ll find out!”
"Hey? Why didn't this car stop when it passed the production team's yard?" Every time grain was distributed, it would always stop in the production team's yard, and then each household would line up to receive grain based on their head.
The truck roared all the way and stopped at the door of Huashan's house. The curtain of the canvas shed was opened, and 10 young men jumped out of the car and ran straight into the yard of Huashan's house.
It was time to finish work at noon, and the Huashan family were all sitting in the yard, waiting for dinner.
In spring, the house is cold and cold.
The 10 young men surrounded them like a pack of wolves.
Everyone has a gun in their hand.
Huashan, who prided himself on being bold and well-informed, felt his heart tremble.
The other five cows were no better, huddled under the wall.
The women of the Huashan family were already screaming, some ran back into the house, and some were too scared to move.
"What, what's going on? Who are you?" Huashan asked bravely.
At this time, the militiamen did not have uniform clothes. Everyone wore their own clothes, with big holes and small patches, no different from ordinary people.
Apart from the guns in their hands, only militiamen are equipped with such guns.
Of course there may be bandits too.
Huashan was not sure about the identity of the visitor for a moment.
No one answered his question, they just looked back.
Hua Zhao slowly opened the door and got out of the car.
She did not sit in the car, but sat in the passenger seat.
They were all mountainous and dirt roads, and she was a pregnant woman! And the driver seemed a bit naughty, driving the truck like a tank, driving wildly, and knocking her babies over, and she couldn't even find a way to cry.
Seeing Hua Zhao, Huashan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized something...
"Grandpa San, are you busy?" Hua Zhao approached, stood in front of 10 people, and greeted him with a smile.
"Ah, I'm not busy, I'm not busy." Huashan's attitude was unprecedentedly kind, even respectful.
"Grandpa San, I heard that you took my things?" Hua Zhao asked.
"Ah..." The realization in my heart came true, Hua Zhao really came to ask for something!
But how did she know?
He had been sending his children and grandchildren to pay attention to the activities of Hua Qiang's house yesterday. They did not leave the yard all night, and no one entered their yard.
Early this morning, Hua Zhao took the train and left alone with a basket on his back, while Hua Qiang was at home alone and had no contact with anyone. Logically, they should not hear any news.
No one in the village dared to reveal anything!
As for the two people who came to deliver things yesterday, he had already inquired about them and found out that they were going on a business trip today. Calculating the time, they should be on the train, and Hua Zhao couldn't contact them.