One is clean and three is full, because the millet still needs to be shelled, so there is no "clean". The key is whether it is dry or not and the degree of fullness. If it is not too dry, it will easily deteriorate when stored; if it is not full enough, if there is empty shell mixed in, there will be fewer rice grains.

However, when the drying is too dry, the millet will shrink. If it is a personal family, the millet will naturally become super dry before it will be stored in the warehouse. However, for the production team, it is impossible to be super dry, but the dried millet will never have any problems when stored, and there will be no pressure for at least one year.

There is no big problem with whether it is full or not. When the empty shell passes through the "windmill", it will be blown and filtered out.

However, the degree of dryness and plumpness cannot be decided by the villagers or the production team themselves. It depends entirely on the experience of the grain inspectors. The contradiction mainly lies in the "almost the same". For example, everyone's millet is similar. After you pass, I can't hand over it. This is all about the grain inspectors' thoughts. This is like the "Good Voice". The four mentors have their own preferences. In the end, they can't figure it out. Those who turn around may not be able to rap poorly.

There are no rigid testing standards, and they are judged entirely by hands and eyes. They are too flexible. It is like when the production team distributes grain to villagers. If the scale is not the case, it depends entirely on the feel and eyesight to judge. What are the fairness or not? If it is not fair, it will naturally be unwilling to accept it.

Another point is that these grain purchases are handed over to the country free of charge by the production team. The villagers themselves are still hungry and have already handed over the best grain. You are still picky and said that my millet has not dried, and said that my millet has empty shells. I am not selling grain, and I have no reward for any money. I have to plant it and I am tired and I am still angry!

The grain inspector actually dared not do anything randomly. If the quality of your food is really not up to standard, no matter how much you put in, it will be useless. Even if Liu Chunshan stuffed gifts in previous years, some of the food could not be passed, but those that were not enough could be handed over, avoiding the trouble of repeated tossing and trouble.

The grain inspector was eating the production team to death, because the production team had to hand over the grain tasks. This was a rigid rule, and you had to hand over it if you were sure to eat. It would be strange if the grain inspector didn't get benefits from it.

To put it bluntly, this is just the personal behavior of the grain inspector. If you are really unwilling to give gifts and are not lucky and you are stuck, the worst result is that you are tossed enough. Ordinary villagers will endure it, but not everyone is willing to endure it.

There is no precedent before the situation where the grain inspector was cleaned up afterwards, so the grain inspector encountered a arrogant person, as long as the quality of the grain was not too bad, it would be a problem. This is because he was worried that he would be too much and would suffer afterwards. After all, the grain inspectors were all locals, and monks could not escape from the temple.

This group of arrogant small groups are almost all young people in their twenties, and are called "Tianbang". It is explained that they have a bad temper, can't afford to offend, dare to fight, and have extremely weak legal awareness, and are stunned.

"That's right!" "Drink, wow~!"

The stonemason's songs echo in the grain transport team. This is a tone handed down by our ancestors. There are no specific lyrics, only pronunciations. The stonemason likes to sing such a tune the most when working together, as if they have endless energy to sing it.

It’s not a chorus, but a duet style. One group of people yelled first, and another group followed. Before this group of people finished yelling, the group in front was connected again, one after another, singing in this valley from generation to generation...

"All of them are there, try something, don't spill the millet." The cadres were interspersed in the team and shouted from time to time.

It takes forty minutes to walk to the warehouse with your hands, but it will take more than an hour or even two hours to drag the food.

The fog is very big, and no one can be seen twenty meters away, but everyone likes this fog because it will be a big sun today. If the food is not over, you can dry it near the warehouse to avoid the trouble of transporting it back.

Jiaoshan Commune is not bad. Those communes that are farther away, such as another forked commune, are on the top of the mountain. It is easy to pick up the grain, but it will be a scam if you carry it back.

"Captain Liu, just be calm. At worst, you can go to the police station and get out after a meal of education." Fang Dajun said calmly.

Liu Chunshan's forehead was sweating more. He used to know that Fang Dajun was a tough guy, but he really didn't expect that there would be such a ruthless spirit. What does it mean to be done with the police station education? Is there any national law in his eyes?

The one who started was a ox cart, and the caregivers were all from the Liu family. Fang Dajun had no scruples when speaking because he would not do anything, but he would make a gesture.

The large army was moving slowly. He slowed down and came to the ox cart. He reached out to grab the millet in the basket. After studying for a while, he could not see any significance. He simply shouted: "Dummy, go and find my seventh uncle Fang Dongjian."

"Okay!" The mute responded and ran to the large team behind.

"Dajun, why are you looking for your seventh uncle?" Liu Chunshan asked in confusion. He made up his mind and followed Fang Dajun today. He was the one who shouted the most fiercely when transporting grain in the past, but now he is at the forefront.

Fang Dajun smiled and said, "Judge the quality of the food!" Then I won't explain more.

Fang Dongjian and his father are of the same generation, but they are much younger, only in their early thirties. Last time he came back from the commune to serve the meat, he gave more than a pound for his relative to take it. Although he loves gossip, he is an expert in work.

"Brother Niu, you are on the road quickly. Now go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a pack of Chinese cigarettes. Remember to issue an invoice and write the number on it, and then wait for the reunion outside the warehouse." Fang Dajun said and took out two dollars. Niu Daman ran forward with the money and disappeared into the fog.

At this time, Fang Dongjian also came, and he explained: "Uncle Qi, go find two baskets of millet that can be stuck, and you still need a few melons to change to the front. Don't worry, Captain Liu will ask someone to help you."

Before this was over, he said again: "Muminous, go to the back and find seven or eight people over 60 years old to come up, and you can't have the same surname."

"As soon!" The mute ran away.

Liu Chunshan opened his eyes wide and was shocked. He probably guessed what Fang Dajun wanted to do. This method of slapping people is too powerful, and it doesn't give people a way to survive.

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After eight o'clock in the morning, as soon as the gate of the Beidou Warehouse opened, a ox cart was slowly coming from the fog. It was approaching, but unexpectedly, a group of old people were guarding the ox cart.

"Which commune are you from?" The man who opened the door shouted.

"From Jiaoshan Commune, the old men walked slowly, so they rushed early." The old man in charge was almost seventy years old, with white hair all over his head. He was Fang Dongjian's father and the fourth master of Fang Dajun.

"Come in. It's better to come early, but you can find a place to dry the food!" Although the words of opening the door were unpleasant, they were also considered good. By the time half of the morning, you just wanted to dry the food, and you couldn't find a place to dry the food nearby.

The white-haired old man winked at the other old men and drove the ox cart in. The warehouse was connected to the grain, occupying a large area of ​​ground. Several buildings were built in the family area alone, and there was also a winery next to it, which was also an industry of the grain station.

After the figures of several old people disappeared at the gate, the figures of Fang Dajun and Niu Daman were revealed...

"Puchi!" A four-foot-long grain test rod was inserted into the millet and twisted it a few times with his hands. This was to determine whether the millet was dry by sound and the size of the force twisting of the grain test rod in the millet. It is called "dry or not". If it is difficult to insert it or it is difficult to twist, it proves that there is something wrong with the millet below.

Then the grain inspector inserted his hand into the basket, grabbed a small handful of grains below, rubbed it with his hands, and then bit the millet with his teeth until the grains inside were bitten out, which was to determine whether the grains were full.

Then it's time to make a judgment. The usual answer is "overweight" or "go to dry". If it's "go to dry", it's a tragedy. As for the fullness, there is generally no problem, because the production team will use a windmill to blow away the dust and shells in the millet. The millet you send choose good fields to produce, and the villagers eat the worst food.

But when the white flour grain inspector in his thirties spit out the grain crumbs, he said: "These baskets are weighed, these two baskets are going to dry them."

"My little master, can we be more comfortable? We old people are still rushing home to feed pigs, and we can't stand the sun." The white-haired old man said and stuffed a pack of cigarettes. Now no one else has to pay the food, so we don't have to sneak in and take out the cigarettes in person.

The white flour grain inspector suddenly had a lit up eyes. This was actually Chinese cigarette. Are you making a mistake? Although the two baskets of millet were not so dry and the grains were a little smaller, they could barely pass it. The key was that as soon as the Chinese cigarette was cleared, it was not his word. There was hundreds of thousands of kilograms of grain, and it was impossible for them to find problems on the top.

"Well, I've all taken it to scale." Although I thought it was strange that a group of old men gave Chinese cigarettes, I didn't ask too much, who would think that cigarettes were too good.

"Slow down!" A young man's cry suddenly came.

Fang Dajun happened to be killed at this time, but in fact he was waiting outside just now. When one of the old men came out to report the news, the time for him to come in was just right.

"I am the person in charge of delivering grain at Jiaoshan Xinqiao Brigade. Come and see your standards for collecting grain in advance!" Fang Dajun rushed forward as he said. Niu Daman and his men were faster. They held a melon scoop in their hands and directly scooped some grains with some problems.

The white flour grain inspector's face changed drastically, and he felt something was wrong. He hurriedly greeted the other staff members and asked them to come out.

Fang Dajun smiled happily and said, "So this kind of millet can be passed. It's great. Our brigade will submit the purchase according to this standard."

"Boy, you're looking for trouble, right? You heard me say you can pass it." The white-faced grain inspector planned to refuse to admit it.

But the old people stopped doing it and shouted, "My little master, you said you could pass it in person."

"Nonsense, you can see it yourself. It has not been dried. Can I collect this kind of millet?" The white-faced man dared not admit it. Although he had not understood what was going on, he was obviously putting a trap for him.

Fang Dajun still smiled, "Second Master, tell me what happened just now. When I entered the door, I heard him say that you can weigh it."

The white-haired old man looked angry, "Dajun, you are here just now. The master gave him the cigarette you gave me, and he said that he could pass through the millet."

"What? Master Fourth, why did you give out the Chinese cigarette? One pack costs one yuan to eight!" Fang Dajun was surprised, uh! Pretending.

Baimian's face suddenly looked ugly, she was really trapped. What is the origin of this young boy TMD? How dare he do this? Whoever collects food will collect cigarettes. Do you understand the rules?

"Dongzi, what's going on? Why did it start to make trouble just as the door opened?" The other grain inspectors ran out and shouted in confusion.

Fang Dajun met up and said with a serious expression: "I am the person in charge of the grain delivery of Jiaoshan Xinqiao Brigade. He just collected the two baskets of millet in the car. Today we will follow this standard."

"What kind of millet!" When these grain inspectors looked at the two baskets, they knew there was something wrong. The millet was definitely a inferior product. It doesn't matter if they were placed occasionally. If they all followed this standard, it would be strange if there was no problem.

"Who has collected this millet? Have you weighed it? Have I made a note for you?" The white-faced man refused to admit it.

Fang Dajun still smiled and explained what happened just now, including the matter of collecting China cigarettes, and then asked: "Masters, what do you think?"

"Look at it, hurry up and carry these two baskets of millet back. You dare to use these bad millets to count."

"That's right, boy, you're too young. If you pass the scale and make a note, we will accept it, but now, haha."

The grain inspectors started to yell, but no one admitted that perhaps the grain inspectors were more willing to be honest at the time, but after being eliminated, the rest were birds of a feather.

"Bang!" Niu Daman suddenly took action, pulled out the iron rod knife from the sack and waved it. With his movement, Mute, Xing Dawazi, and Fang Dongjian all beat him with the stick.

Fang Dajun calmly greeted a group of old men to retreat to the side, everything was under control.

Liu Chunshan also came with him. When he heard the movement inside, he knew it was broken. He hurriedly rushed in with his tribe members. He was immediately scared and actually took action.

"Damn it, I dare not admit it!" Niu Daman rushed up and fucked the white-faced man, and then fought with another man again, and he got rid of it after a few strokes.

The mute was even more fierce, and his face was covered with blood. As for the lucky big boy, he was the most terrifying person. Although he didn't make one, he scared everyone. TMD's iron rod dared to greet him on his forehead, and he was going to kill someone, right? As for Fang Dongjian, who is not a fighter, he went up and hugged the person and refused to let go, but instead hit him two fists.

"Stop, stop quickly, you can't beat him!" Liu Chuncheng rushed up with a pale face. Rather than saying that he was trying to break up the fight, he was saving the grain inspectors.

"The army, it's almost done!" The old man was also frightened, and he didn't expect to fight.

The old man with white hair also persuaded: "Yes, the army cannot fight anymore, something will happen."

Fang Dajun nodded: "Well, it's almost done. Master Fourth, don't worry, look at me."

Immediately Fang Dajun walked upstairs, and the rescued grain inspectors were yelling to send Niu Daman and his men to the jail.

"Everyone is quiet, look at this order, the invoice issued by the supply and marketing cooperative, and the number on the pack of Chinese cigarettes on this ticket."

As he said that, he rushed up and took out the cigarette from the white-faced man's pocket. "Look at it yourself to see if the number is correct. There is no problem with collecting cigarettes, but after collecting good cigarettes, he dared to repent. Do you think we farmers are easy to bully!"

Niu Daman suddenly shouted, "Are you just jailed? I'm not afraid. I'll deal with you after I come out."

"I'm not afraid of going to jail or paying my life." "I'm not afraid, I'll kill you if I come out!" The mute and Yukidawazi also shouted, and they said this more ruthlessly.

Fang Dajun nodded and said, "I asked you to come out. Captain Liu here, and go to the police station to explain the matter clearly." After pausing, he said, "These old people are all from the Xinqiao Brigade's surnames. I think what they said can be used as evidence. By the way, I am afraid that the food will not be collected today. Just so, more than 3,000 people from our Jiaoshan Commune will go to watch the fun together."

Liu Chunshan's face also changed drastically, and he said hurriedly: "Dajun, I think it's better to take the masters to see the wound first, and then treat the wound."

"Yes, but you have to wait first!" Fang Dajun said as he suddenly rushed over, looking at an old fist on his face, screaming again, and blood from his nose flew out.

"The matter has already happened. Your warehouse will do it yourself. I'll wait outside!" Before he could react here, he called the old people out.
Chapter completed!