Chapter 482: Fat man moves troops

"Why did such a good soju stop production?" Ma Zhanshan put down the wine bowl and looked at the fat man in confusion.

The fat man grabbed the back of his head and yelled: "There is no raw material. Most of the food he had made was handed over the task grain, so we had to stare at him."

Although Ma Zhanshan was also a farmer, he had been a secretary for several years. After hearing what the fat man said, he still didn't understand this guy's thoughts, so he laughed a few times: "I know that this meal is not delicious, tell me, what are the requirements?"

Although the trick was exposed, the fat man's face was neither red nor white: "If it's convenient, I'll support us with some sorghum from the grain warehouse, and our winery can also start construction."

"It would be a pity if such good liquor was sold in bulk. Can it be sold in bottles? There is a winery in our county. I think sales have become larger and larger in recent years, so your winery can also develop in this regard." Secretary Ma did not argue with it, but instead talked about the development prospects of the winery first.

After hearing what he said, the fat man was happy: Haha, I can't tell, I thought Lao Ma was only catching food. It turned out that it was just a staple in agriculture and industry, and I hope both hands must be strong.

Thinking of this, the fat man looked at the bottom of the white wine in everyone's bowls, so he didn't answer Lao Ma's question directly. He stood up and hugged a large wooden barrel: "Come on, change to some colored ones."

After saying that, he poured half of the basin into the big basin. Everyone was stunned when they saw it: It really changed color, the white ones changed to redness.

The basin is filled with wine. After a year of fermentation, the wine tastes stronger than before. Even the color appears thicker. When it shakes, it actually flashes with an amber luster.

After pouring a bowl for each of them, the fat man said: "In our winery, in addition to producing white wine, we also process fruit wine, so this thing cannot be sold in a dispersed manner."

Ma Zhanshan nodded, picked up the wine bowl and took a big sip: "I held a model worker meeting in the provincial capital last year. After drinking wine for a while, it seemed that it tasted like this. I heard it was more expensive than white wine."

After tasting the others, they all quarreled and tasted very good, but except Lao Ma, they all drank this for the first time, so of course they couldn't tell the pros and cons. Everyone is an expert in drinking white wine, but they have no say in wine. However, being able to make this thing is already quite magical in their eyes.

"Tomorrow you go to the granulus of Liangkula." Ma Zhanshan made the decision on the spot, then picked up the wine bowl and gulped it and killed it in one breath: "Another bowl, just this wine, I can drink eighteen bowls like Wu Song."

"This thing is not soda, it has great potential." The fat man scratched the back of his head, and a wry smile appeared on his face, because the commune cadres were all like Lao Ma, and they all drank it in one breath. The only thing that called Fat Man was more comforting was that the driver had a more professional ethics, no matter the white or red, they didn't touch a single drop.

When Lao Ma led his men into the car, his feet were shaking a little. Now they finally believed what the fat man said, and this thing has a lot of momentum.

Early the next morning, the fat man led a team of big carriages on the road. There were ten carriages, and the sound of horse hooves was the same, which sounded a bit majestic.

The fat man was the most arrogant. He rode a date in front and led the way with great confidence. When he left Kaoshantun, the fat man looked back and laughed: "Why do you seem to be a Japanese brigade who went to the countryside to grab food!"

When I arrived at the commune, I went straight to the grain warehouse. From a distance, I saw a conical grain storage stockpile, which is also a landmark building. When I saw this thing, I knew it was a grain warehouse.

Because it is the season for selling grain, the carriage and four wheels line up in a long queue, which is several miles away. During the year, the grain warehouse is the most prosperous this month, and it will last for more than two months.

The grain warehouse is located at the northernmost end of the commune, but the carriages are almost lined up to the acquisition station. You know, the acquisition station is at the easternmost end.

There are many people and many cars, and it will naturally be lively. People who push bicycles to sell mozzarellas are louder than fat people. You can buy them with money, but you can exchange them with food if you don’t have money.

Walking through the process, the empty car of Fatty is particularly eye-catching, because there are several layers of sacks stacked on other cars, and only their time boards are on them.

When I arrived at the entrance of the grain warehouse, I saw several small restaurants opposite me. I looked in through the glass and saw that it was full of steam and the business was very hot. These small restaurants have been open for several months a year.

The fat man asked the car owners to wait outside, and squeezed to the door first, avoiding the carriages coming in and out, and finally squeezed to a guard: "I rely on Shantun to collect food, can I go in?"

"Everyone is in line. What's more, what's the place to go? Are you waiting in line if you haven't seen it?" The guard grabbed a few outing permits, checked the carriage, and then let it go.

"I'm not a food seller." The fat man also let go of his voice a little, and the man shouted and neighed, which was too noisy.

"If you don't sell food, why are you here to make trouble? Believe it or not, I'll call the guard." The guard was too loud.

"I'm here to get food. Secretary Ma of the commune told me yesterday, your director should know." The fat man took two steps forward and shouted hard.

The man clenched his ears and said, "Okay, your voice is bigger than me, it's just right to do my job." After that, he pushed the fat man in.

This was the first time the fat man came to the grain warehouse and couldn't find it anywhere. The carriage inside was lined up, with several quality inspection guys holding iron marks in his hand and poking them on the sack.

This kind of stick is specially made, more than one foot long, with a pointed front and a finger-sized cylinder behind it. It is empty inside, and a groove is open in the middle. After inserting the stick into the sack, the grain inside is entered into the sack. When the stick is drawn out, the grain inside is brought out and dozens of pieces of grain in the sack can be brought out, and then you can wait.

In the grain warehouse, the quality inspectors are the best. The iron mark in their hands is power. However, the social atmosphere at that time was very positive and there was basically no abuse of power. However, if it was a few years later, it would be hard to say.

The fat man inquired all the way and finally found a red brick house covered with iron tiles, which was the office of the grain warehouse. He found the room with the director's room and knocked in. He was so nice, there was a room full of people inside, filled with smoke, just like a market.

"Who is Director Liu? I am from Kushantun-"

"Didn't you see we're having a meeting? Wait a while." Before the fat man finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a little bald face and sweat on his forehead shouted, interrupting his head.

The fat man scratched the back of his head helplessly and had to lean against the door to wait. The bald head was probably the director of the grain warehouse, and his voice was the biggest: "A bunch of living people can't cure mice anymore, so buy more clips."

"It's not good. These rats are almost becoming semen, and the clamp can hit the little rats."

"Or I'll just give rat medicine. There's too much. These things will harm Laozi's food in a year."

"If there is ready-made food, those rats don't take medicine."

"Whoever has a cat, I'll bring you all, but I don't believe that you can't cure the rat!" The bald forehead was also anxious, and the sweat beads on the forehead became denser and denser.

"It probably won't work. I saw a few rats that day, who were bigger than cats."

The fat man finally understood it while he was on the side. It turned out that the people and the people in the Grain Depot were worried about the trouble of rats. If you want to talk about the place with the most rats, it must be the Grain Depot.

When it comes to dealing with mouse, Fatty has a lot of experience, and there are several killers at home, all of whom are experts in mouse catching. So he coughed hard: "Correction of mouse, I have a way!"

The people in the room immediately cast their eyes on him, and the bald head asked anxiously: "What's the solution?"

"Cat." The fat man said with a smile.

"Everyone said it's not possible. We rats can eat cats."

"I'm a leopard cat, that is, a cabbage. If I can't suppress it, I'll transfer a few more lynxes. The rats are so powerful that I probably can't beat them." The fat man said confidently.

Those people were a little stunned, and in the end the director yelled: "You are kidding us!"

"I'm serious." The fat man grabbed his head, but he didn't look serious at first.

"You go out quickly, don't make fun of us?" Bald head was amused. Although Shancaizi and Huangpizi were both experts in killing rats, they also had a deterrent effect on mice, but they were all wild and there were too many people in the grain warehouse, so these things were invisible at all.

"It was Secretary Ma who asked me to pull sorghum - what, I have a cabbage with wine, why am I lying to you?" The fat man was also a little anxious: Am I so honest, like a lie?

The director of the Grain Deposit's big eyes banged a few times, and soon understood the fat man's meaning: this guy was obviously fooling people, just to get the food first. Lao Ma called yesterday and really told him about this. He originally wanted to give them some sorghum, but this fat man really hated people and actually played tricks and could not give him anything.

Thinking of this, the bald forehead stood up: "Let's come and pull it back a few days. If we didn't see it, we're going to be busy!"

The fat man smacked his lips and felt a little uncomfortable: The conversation was wrong. He obviously wanted to argue with me. It seemed that he could only make a real move: "Then I'll go back first and come again in the afternoon."

After saying that, he opened the door and walked out, and a cold snorted from behind him: "It's better not to come in the future, we're busy every day..."

The fat man pretended not to listen. He liked to speak with facts the most. He came out of the grain warehouse and gave the bosses two great unity: "You can find a place to have some food first, and I'll go back."

Riding on the dates, this time, he regained his speed, ran all the way back to Kaoshantun. As soon as he entered the village, the person he met asked, "Fatty, have the food been brought back?"

"It's a little trouble. I'm back to bring the reinforcements." The fat man didn't stop and ran to the door of his house. After getting off the horse, he shouted: "Qiqi, let's have a holiday in the afternoon. Hurry up and work with the fat uncle."

Because it was Saturday and Qiqi had a holiday in the afternoon, the fat man was so righteous. Otherwise, the little girl would have been called to skip class, and the fat man really couldn't bear it.

Qiqi poked her head out of the room, and her little face was full of excitement: "Uncle Fat, what's so fun?" When the little guy saw the fat man's busy look, he knew that there must be something good. What Qiqi is most willing to do is to follow the fat uncle crazy.
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