In the past, when everyone was in the centimeter system, the yield was not high due to farming and various reasons. After handing over the public grain, there was not much left. They could only mix with dried sweet potatoes and wild vegetables until the autumn harvest.

But now after the land is divided into households, the situation is very different. Everyone takes care of the shared land and the land they own, which is completely different.

According to the harvest after this reform, the average yield per mu of public ownership is 180 kilograms, while the amount of land divided into households can reach about 230 kilograms per mu. If the public grain is given, it means that there are 50 kilograms of grain per mu, and two acres of land is 100 kilograms. The family can save money and eat for two or three months.

For a time, the villagers who had tasted the sweetness of the land were even more enthusiastic when they worked, and the group of public-owned villagers who were watching began to clamor for the land to be divided.

After Mu Xiu received the notice of delivering public grain, he drove a ox cart with Chen Xuhui in the early morning of the next day and took the harvested wheat to the grain recycling station to deliver public grain.

The places where public grain are delivered are basically in towns, and many nearby villages will come here. Because the process of delivery is complicated and time-consuming, you need to queue up, inspect, classify, dry, remove slag, and return to the warehouse.

Therefore, most people are not in the early morning, and some households are carrying donkey carts, some are driving ox carts, and some are pulling chariots to the grain station.

The scorching sun baked the earth. Under the eaves, the villagers from the villages standing in the faces of sweat waiting to hand over the public grain. Everyone was holding straw hats in their hands and constantly slapping the wind.

All the staff at the grain station were on duty. In the grain station, the walls in the conspicuous locations were written with slogans such as "Like to Farewell to Patriotic Grain" on the white background and red.

In this kind of weather, standing under the eaves is no different from being in the sun. Although the harvest this year is good, everyone is listless and hung up by the scorching sun, hoping that it will be their turn as soon as possible.

Chen Xuhui went to pick up a receipt and waited in line.

"Your food is not good, and you haven't dried it well. Take it back for two or three days." A fat and fat staff member took a long poke in his hand and stood on the van. He skillfully pierced it into the grain bag and poured it into his hand. The wheat grains came into his palm. At this time, he was very impatient and said to the person in front of him.

The man looked like the kind of person who was honest and could not speak good things. Generally, people who came to hand in the food would say good things when they saw the staff, smiling, or Segan cigarettes, just because they were afraid that the staff would find their own food problems and then let them go back. After all, it was not easy to get on the hot weather. The brigade cadres urged them again and again, and everyone rushed to the grain station and was not close to each other.

"My grain is really dry. If you don't believe me, please take a look!" The man hurriedly used his hand to pull the wheat in the bag, rushing to prove that his wheat was fine.

"Go and go there, don't waste time here. I said it's not good, it's not good. Hurry up, next one." The staff member picked up a few pills and threw them into his mouth, bit them, and then waved impatiently.

The food looked dry and full, and it was obviously sunny.

In the crowd, everyone was afraid that the staff would make things difficult for them, so the man could only tie the food bags, put them on the flatbed cart, pushed them up swayingly, and prepared to go home dejectedly.

The quality of the grain depends entirely on the staff to evaluate, and the public grain handed over will be divided into different levels. If the grain is good, it will be paid according to the pounds. If the grain is of poor quality, it will be paid more.

Mu Xiushi couldn't stand it. The food was OK, but the staff was deliberately embarrassed. So she went around and ran over, and said a few words to the man. The man was surprised at first, and then nodded hesitantly.

After a while, the man's son flipped over the grain bag, flipped the poked hole and couldn't see it, and then lined up again.

When Mu Xiu saw them again, they had already issued the invoice and passed the pound.

It turned out that Mu Xiu asked them to buy a pack of cigarettes, and the family members took them to the front and handed them over. This method was really effective.

In the past place, the grain station staff was proudly holding a cigarette from the front door, pulling the abacus while sitting next to the scale, and a large tart-cloth sun umbrella stood beside the chair. It was so energetic that it was like a landlord in the old society.

"Hurry up, hurry up, what are you squeezing? Line up." The staff shouted while wiping their sweat. If it weren't for the job, who would have been willing to stay here on such a hot day!

It was Mu Xiu's turn to make food. It was almost noon since he came out in the early morning, and Mu Xiu was a little irritated.

The two of them struggled to move bags one by one, and there were eight bags in total. After the move, Chen Xuhui had no time to sweat, so he handed the cigarette to the staff. While squeaking, the staff took the account book on the scale of the cigarette house, and then skillfully took out the wheat and bit it.

"Okay, okay, wait for the first time, move the grain down." The staff said to Chen Xuhui while spitting out the bitten millet lowered toward the scale.

Chen Xuhui and Mu Xiu moved the bags into the granary bags again. The entrance to the granary was at both ends, and they had to go up the steps five or six meters high. After moving them up, they opened the bags and poured the grain down. After they finished, they put the bags away, then took them down the steps and moved the other bags up. After a few trips, there was no room for clothes to dry.

The staff issued the receipt, Mu Xiu carefully collected it, and after struggling for more than a day, he finally completed the task and was able to leave the grain station.

"Brother Chen, let's go back quickly." Mu Xiu had no appetite at all when she was exposed, and she felt thirsty.

"Okay." Chen Xuhui drove back in the ox cart.

Along the way, Chen Xuhui wanted to speak but stopped. Mu Xiu seemed to see through Chen Xuhui's thoughts. She sighed and said, "Brother Chen, I know that we are wrong, but people have to bow their heads under the roof. Who makes us speak softly?"

"Then why not tell their leaders and let their leaders punish them?" Chen Xuhui said depressedly.

"They may not know that the leader of the top leaders do this, but they will definitely not be afraid of them if they dare to do this." Mu Xiu sighed and said.

At present, state-owned grain stations and grain factories like this are all public, and everyone inside has a job of iron. There is no benefit to working hard like this. So as long as the small actions of these people are not too excessive, the leaders will turn a blind eye to each other.
Chapter completed!