A happy wife and a bun

Chapter 67 067. Threats, works

Seeing so much food, Rong Qiqi was really frightened.

How can it be?

After sending the person away, Li Zhanting asked Rong Qiqi to put it away.

"Where did you get this?"

curious!

Really curious!

Li Zhanting didn't tell Rong Qiqi a few words:

Prepare for battle!
What?
Rong Qiqi thought she was hallucinating.

How can there be such a thing?

Sorry for her ignorance, what do these words mean?
Li Zhanting sighed and said:
"Every year, the country stores a certain amount of reserve grain, and of course it also processes some old grain every year."

And Li Zhanting's idea was Chen Liang.

According to regulations, these old grains are handled by special personnel, and ordinary people cannot see them.

Nowadays, due to the food shortage caused by the catastrophe, even if there is not enough food, no one dares to use the food reserves.

However, any grain reserve has an estimated loss, and this loss can actually be controlled artificially.

As a special person in his previous life, Li Zhanting was the executor of various secret and secret activities he participated in. He is familiar with the dark side of various problems.

And this time it is.

He just gave the dog a few names and let them contact them, and these people are not big people, but warehouse managers.

But in fact, the few leftovers did do it.

Rong Qiqi listened to all the arrangements in shock, and then fainted.

This Li Zhanting really dares to think, what if they don't sell it?

Li Zhanting put his wife under the quilt before answering her question:
"Of course, it's also possible that they won't sell it, but I have their handle!"

Can't complain.

Does emotion or threat work?

"These are old grains. It should be the rice from the year before last. It must taste bad. When the weather is good, dry them in the sun, then grind them into powder and mix them with the rice I bought!"

This is also no way.

The rice that has been stored for so long must not taste good, but compared to eating without rice, it is better to have it.

Rong Qiqi thought of the plump rice in her thatched hut.

It was a good cover, and Rong Qiqi didn't object.

With the food, the two of them felt at ease. Li Zhanting had to go to watch at night, but Rong Qiqi stopped him:
"Don't go, mother said she can do it alone!"

Liu's legs have been through the most uncomfortable days, and now he can fall asleep at night, so there is no need to keep vigil.

Moreover, Li Zhanting looked a little thin indeed, and needed a good rest.

Li Zhanting was indeed tired, and he hadn't had a good rest since he came back.

There is really nothing to do in Shan'ao Village in the winter, except for not having enough to eat.

At this time in previous years, many people would go to other provinces to beg for food. It is better to go to the south than to starve to death in this icy world.

But this year is different, various inspection leaders popped up.

The bell that hadn't been heard in the village for a long time rang.

This is the meaning of calling all the fathers and folks to attend the meeting.

All of them shrunk their necks, wore dog fur hats, and tightened their trousers to go to the village branch.

The old man smoked dry tobacco, and the young man muttered softly.

"Be quiet, I'll give you a notice!"

The old village chief had no strength, so he asked the accountant to take charge. The accountant was a man in his thirties, even though he was short, he was also strong and strong.

This will pull out a piece of paper and get ready to read over it.

"Don't mess with that stupid thing, just say something, didn't you see that we are all cold?"

It was really cold, I couldn't stand standing in the yard, and the one with a bad temper shouted out.

The accountant was very dissatisfied, but he was also cold, so he gave up reading the notice.

With a slight cough, he said:

"Then let me just say it straight, the leader of the commune has issued an order to Shan'ao Village to receive the inspection leaders from the province!"

What?
Col Village?
Just their village?
A village that doesn't have much fertile land and lives entirely on mountains?
Now that the mountain is closed, you can hardly eat?

What leadership do you receive?
Isn't this forcing the big guys to die?

The common people are most annoyed by this kind of hypocritical inspection, because they have to cheat.

It sounds good to be an inspection, but it sounds bad to make the common people bleed.

Everyone screamed.

"Okay, what are you shouting for? The superiors are here to inspect us because they value us. Don't you feel honored, and dare to make trouble?"

The accountant saw that the old village chief didn't talk about himself, so he continued.

"Whoever likes to entertain, whoever entertains them, we don't serve them, they are almost starving to death, who has the time to play with them?"

The person who spoke was a stunned head in the village, and he was also very temperamental.

They have also warmly entertained them before, but what?

People come to eat and drink, then pat their buttocks and leave, leaving them to face the embarrassment of not eating.

After getting hurt a few times, the big guy quit!
Why?

Besides, in this winter, the snow is knee-deep. If you want to entertain them, you must go into the mountains. The snow in the mountains can eat people, who wants to go?

Anyway, no one is happy.

Could the old village head not know?

But this is the task given by the commune. People come here for the game on the mountain, and it will not work if they don't entertain them.

The old village chief and the accountant looked at each other and scratched their heads.

They are also not happy, but can they resist?
Next time, they will just find a reason. Is their village still alive?
None of them understood their painstaking efforts.

"Dashan, do you have any ideas?"

The old village head asked Li Zhanting.

Li Zhanting naturally knew that this kind of thing couldn't be avoided.

He looked at the skinny faces of all the hungry ones, and asked in a low voice:

"It's impossible for the commune to not give any benefits, right?"

Who did this?
The old village chief took two puffs of dry tobacco before saying:

"It is said that next year our public grain will be reduced by ten catties per mu!"

what?
What is this?
Ten catties less?
There is a fart, and that is next year, what about the current problem?
Li Zhanting didn't believe that the old village head didn't think of this.

"Uncle, don't you always agree?"

The old village head grinned, grinning, and said in a low voice:

"Of course I'm not that stupid, I didn't agree to this, but asked for something else!"

I knew this old guy wouldn't agree so easily.

"Let the commune distribute the food for us to make a show. Rice and white flour are enough, and each household must leave ten catties of food, or else we don't do it!"

Great!

There are not many people in Shan'ao Village. There are only about a hundred households in total, a village with less than 1000 people.

These one hundred households, ten catties per household, may not seem like much, but they can hang their lives, right?

This is probably the limit that the old village head can negotiate.

"But you still need your help with this matter, and you still have to come to hunt game in the mountains!"

Li Zhanting did not refuse, he also wanted to enter the mountain openly.

It seems that the twelfth lunar month is about to enter, and there is no meat in the house, let alone dry food.

"Uncle, I promise you this, but I have the final say on who will lead! No matter how many beatings, half of them will be shared with the villagers. They can't entertain all those vampires!"

The old village head patted Li Zhanting on the shoulder, he is a good young man.

　Dashan: My daughter-in-law hates eating meat!
　　Qiqi: It's your son who hates it, don't talk nonsense!
　　Miao Miao: If you don’t behave well to me, the little fairies will ignore you!
　　Then you continue to eat meat!
　　Ask for a wave of recommended tickets for collection!

　　


(End of this chapter)