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Chapter 45 Thirteen and a half pounds of flour! (Please read and collect)

"It turns out to be our educated youth comrades!"

Yao Zhongping took a long breath, finally taking a positive stance and participating enthusiastically!

"Come on, come on, if anyone else wants to join the amateur propaganda team, come to me and sign up..."

Yao Zhongping's eyes passed through the crowd and landed on a handsome young man standing under the corn stalks in the distance. He turned his head and said a few words to Wang Jingang, then waved to Sun Jianping, "That little comrade holding the big black horse." , yes, I’m talking about you! I’ve been paying attention to you for a long time, do you want to join the publicity team too? "

"Don't go!"

In front of countless ordinary people, Sun Jianping bluntly rejected Yao Zhongping's invitation.

Just kidding, Director Wang is standing in the courtyard. If I join the publicity team, isn't it the same as asking for help?
Besides, actors and actresses have been a low-level profession since ancient times, and I don’t even want to join in!
I can't afford to lose this person!

Being slapped in the face in front of so many people, Yao Zhongping's face turned red and white, his Adam's apple moved a few times, and he swallowed his words again.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, that young man's conditions are very good!" Director Wang also noticed Sun Jianping, and saw that he was handsome, tall and tall, and with the beautiful tall horse beside him, he had a perfect face! Pan An now!

If you can join the propaganda team, over time, you will definitely grow into a pillar-level figure!
"Who else signed up?" Yao Zhongping had a look of regret on his face, so he could only purse his lips and shouted to everyone.

Wang Jingang winked at Liu Fengxia, Zhang Cuiyu and Hao Cuicui. The three girls thought about it and stood next to Yao Zhongping, wanting to become a member of the publicity team.

However, Director Wang glanced at Zhang Cuiyu and Hao Cuicui, who were not good-looking, waved his hand, and drove her back.

Hao Cuicui was so angry that her face turned red!

Immediately afterwards, several local young farmers and educated youths who went to the countryside came to the stage. After Director Wang's selection, ten people were finally selected and the Taipingshan Brigade Amateur Propaganda Team was established on the spot. They first studied with the No. 1 Heavy Factory Propaganda Team for a period of time, and so on. After the training is completed, he will go to the countryside to perform for farmers.

The ten selected people were all overjoyed, especially Wang Jingang, who was so happy that he grinned to the back of his head, haha, finally he no longer had to get up early to go to the stables to serve the animals!

He hadn't been there a few times before.

A gust of cold wind blew with snowflakes, and the educated youths who had not been chosen suddenly realized a problem. They had unknowingly missed an excellent opportunity!

An opportunity to get rid of heavy labor and earn work points with dignity!
"I think that's it!" Director Wang nodded, and Yao Zhongping cleared his throat, "Comrades, we will go to Ermajia Village for a tour tomorrow. Let's break up today! By the way, ten of you guys will stay, wait. Let the comrades from the propaganda team give you some training."

After the show was over, Sun Jianping put Xiao Wuyue on the horse, led the big black horse, and set foot on the way he came.

"Sun Jianping, why don't you join the propaganda team?" A crisp voice came from behind. Sun Jianping turned around and saw that it was none other than Qian Huijun, an educated youth from the same village.

Qian Huijun is the same age as him. She is very good-looking, with an oval face and big eyes. Her skin is very white, but she shows a few small freckles under the corners of her eyes that are not very conspicuous. Her big loose black braids hang down the back of her head. She wears a suit. A washed-white floral cotton-padded jacket and a blue khaki jacket were draped around him. He trotted a few steps to catch up and looked at the big black horse with envy.

"Ah..." Sun Jianping smiled and said, "I don't like it."

"Don't like it? What a great opportunity. I just heard that those who join the propaganda team can be counted as perfect attendance every day and get ten work points!" Qian Huijun turned to look at Wang Jingang and others who were training intensively in the courtyard, frowning There was a faint layer of disappointment, "If it weren't for me... I would definitely be the first to sign up!"

"I just don't like it anyway." Sun Jianping took out a few unity cards from his pocket, "I will pay you back half of the money I borrowed from you last time, and I will pay you back the rest after the New Year!"

The money was "searched" from Chef Xing who was peeping in the women's restroom.

"You made it look like I was specifically asking you for money!" Qian Huijun chuckled, "Sun Jianping, are you going home for the Chinese New Year this year? How about we go back together!"

"I'm not going back. Uncle Cao told me that we need to reclaim the low-lying land under the old temple and plant rice next year. I have to help him with this."

"Okay then, I'll bring you whatever you want..."

"No, just take the money first and I'll thank you!"

"You're such a person... Okay, then use money to tell me, don't be polite to me!" Qian Huijun flicked her long braid, as happy as a little sparrow, "Then I'll leave first, you hold me Get on the horse and walk slowly!"

Sun Jianping waved his hand to her and continued to hold his snow-traveling black pony, walking slowly on the wilderness behind the snow.

The sky was gray and the ground was covered with snow. A little field mouse jumped out from the snow in the distance. Before it had time to look for food, an old hawk swooped down, grabbed the poor little field mouse, and flew away with its wings.

In Ermajia Village, the diligent Li Xiuzhi has cut out a brand new set of clothes from the eight-foot flagcloth Sun Jianping gave her. The remaining scraps are not wasted. Instead, they are brushed with glue and glued on layer by layer until they are fully sticky. Ten layers are made into a flat "cloth board". After being placed in the shade to dry, it is used to make the soles of shoes.

Xiao Wuyue ran into the house and chattered to her mother about how great the performance of the publicity team was and how nice the clothes the big brothers and sisters wore were heard. The old mother smiled with a smile on her face, picked up her precious daughter and gave her a kiss. Sun Jianping took his snow-stepping black pony and went straight to the production team headquarters.

The black horse went out for a walk and was in a good mood. As soon as he entered the stable, he neighed at the bay horse, as if to show off to it how great the performance was.

The bay-red horse glanced at Sun Jianping with a depressed expression, lowered his head, bit into two bean straws, and chewed absentmindedly.

"Are you angry?" Sun Jianping brought a bucket of warm water and placed it in front of the bay horse. When the other horses saw that there was water to drink, they all came over and opened their big lips to drink it.

The bay-red horse whined and chased his companions away. He lowered his head, took a few sips, raised his head suddenly, and brought up a splash of water, all of which fell on Sun Jianping's cotton coat.

The naughty horse quacked after his prank had succeeded, and the guy was finally happy.

"Are you looking for a fight?" Sun Jianping smiled and rubbed its big head, and then gave the big black horse a shot of warm water. The black horse had just walked more than ten miles and was already hungry and thirsty. He lowered his head and gurgled. Drink a bucket of warm water in one gulp.

"Jianping is back! Help me!"

Cao Chungui came to the warehouse door with the key, opened the locked door, and weighed out twenty kilograms of wheat according to Lao Cao's instructions and put it in a cloth bag. Sun Jianping looked at it curiously, "Brother, are you preparing it for them now?" "

"No..." Cao Chungui raised the cloth bag and twitched his face, "Originally, there wasn't much mobile food left this year, but now there are twenty or thirty mouths. It's not sure whether we can get these twenty kilograms of wheat!"

"Don't people always distribute meals to every house in Weizi Village?"

"Every household in our village is extremely poor. We distribute rice... What can we give to the propaganda team to chew? Your uncle is so proud of his face that he is afraid that others will not eat well. He will go back and poke the backs of our villagers..."

Cao Chungui picked up the wheat in the bag, with a look of sadness on his rough face, "It's just such a small thing, if you eat it early, you will pull it down early, so that your mother will not have to worry about it every day..."

"Do you still have to lead the little donkey?"

"Well, let's take it!"

The little donkey who was assigned a task was very angry. His temper got angry and he stayed motionless in the pen!
The stables are full of horses standing in a daze, why should they let the donkeys go out to grind!

"Be good, be obedient, and you can give us an extra shift!" Sun Jianping knew this stubborn thing's stubborn temper, so he hugged the little donkey's neck and tried to persuade him.

The little donkey stretched its neck and glanced at Sun Jianping.

work overtime……

You act like a donkey and are the leader. If you are told to work overtime, you will work overtime!
Don't do it, right...

Sun Jianping took out a handful of black beans from his pocket. The stubborn donkey finally lowered his head and ate the black beans in his hand. His tail was wagging happily. Sun Jianping patted the donkey's little head and secretly laughed at this guy's behavior as a child. It seems that I have learned to lose my temper!
There is no need to use a stone mill to grind wheat. You only need to soak the dry wheat grains in water for half an hour and then dry them slightly to moisten the wheat slightly. The flour ground in this way will be white and delicious.

In the mill, Sun Jianping squatted on the ground, rolled up his sleeves, rubbed the soaked wheat again, scooped it up with a gourd and scooped it, and drained the water.

Cao Chungui drove the little donkey "Oh!", took the gourd scoop, and poured the water-soaked wheat into the hole above the stone mill.

The stone mill weighing hundreds of kilograms creaked and turned, and the movement of the two stone slabs produced huge gravity and friction, grinding the wheat into pieces.

Looking at the flour flowing down, Cao Chungui frowned. He had a hunch that the wheat with not full kernels would not produce much flour!
Twenty kilograms of wheat were ground quickly. The two of them took brooms and swept the powder that flowed into the stone trough into a dustpan. After dusting, they passed it through a fine-mesh sieve to remove the bran and unground residue. What was left was flour. .

Although they were mentally prepared, when the wheat was sifted and weighed, both of them were dumbfounded.

From twenty pounds of wheat, thirteen and a half pounds of flour are ground, and the rest is bran.

"This is not enough!"

Cao Chungui scratched his head.

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