Rebirth in a Book: The Road to Breakthrough

Seeing that Su Ting had not woken up yet, Yuan Zhe sorted out the things he brought to see if there was anything missing.

At the grain management office, it was finally Yu Congcong and his friends' turn.

There were two people inspecting the grain, one was Uncle Liang sent by the county, and the other was an employee of the town's grain management office. Yu Congcong knew both of them. Uncle Liang from the county was a comrade-in-arms with her father in flood relief. The one from the town was hard to describe. He was young, but a troublemaker. He hated connections the most, but he was fair.

Yu Congcong walked towards Uncle Liang, handed him a pack of cigarettes, and greeted him familiarly: "Uncle Liang, long time no see. Why are you the one coming down this year?"

"Congcong, your village has come to pay the grain tax today. It's quite early! I said your village is far away and it would have to be tomorrow at the latest. I didn't expect you to come today." Uncle Liang didn't refuse. He took the cigarette and put it in his pocket.

"Well, we just finished the busy farming season yesterday and came here today. But don't worry, our grain is absolutely carefully selected and dried." Yu Congcong assured solemnly.

"Hmph, we'll have to check to find out." Wang, the troublemaker clerk in the town, interrupted.

"Of course." Yu Congcong replied with a smile.

"Then Officer Wang, you go and check it out! I'll take a look at the scale." Uncle Liang looked at Yu Congcong and said.

This scale is very important for people who collect grain. If you don't have any acquaintances and meet a greedy person, 300 kilograms of grain may be weighed as 250 kilograms. You still don't know where the problem is, and you can only suffer in silence.

Fortunately, Officer Wang was not stupid and agreed.

The grain from Lihua Brigade is indeed very good, because their output is higher than that of other brigades. Even if they are not selected, the grains are as full as those selected by other brigades.

The process of paying public grain was very smooth, unlike other brigades, where the grain was rejected due to problems such as not being done enough or not being weighed enough.

After paying the public grain tax, in addition to the money given to the brigade this year, some extra tickets were also issued.

When the villagers heard that the tickets had been issued, they cheered with joy. They had been unable to buy things many times before because they did not have tickets.

Because they had tickets, the villagers all clamored to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy goods. The team leader had no choice but to agree.

Yu Congcong did not go, she was going to go to the scrap yard again. She originally wanted to go alone, but Zhang Yun followed her, so they had no choice but to go together.

When the old man saw Yu Congcong coming again with someone, he didn't say anything, but just repeated the old rules.

Yu Congcong nodded and led Zhang Yun inside.

All the furniture I saw last time was gone, even half of the pile of newspapers was missing, and even the porcelain in the corner was broken.

Yu Congcong looked at the scene and felt a little sad. But she didn't feel sad for too long, and immediately threw herself into the operation of escaping the treasure. She planned to get more books this time. She had a car and they were all villagers, so they wouldn't think too much. When the time comes, she can get more newspapers and distribute some to the villagers, and no one will say anything.

Yu Congcong was no longer as cautious as last time, but boldly packed up some of the things she needed and the ancient books. She also picked up a lot of newspapers, and after fiddling with them for a while, she couldn't see any paper outside, so she thought it was all newspapers.

Yu Congcong didn't find any precious jewelry or porcelain ornaments this time, but only a few ancient books and a stamp album. Why didn't she remember that stamps from this era could also be heirlooms after decades? She had to collect some, but she couldn't do it today. She would go to work tomorrow and before lunch.

Zhang Yun followed Yu Congcong all the time, watching her series of actions and doing as she said without saying anything.

The two men came to the old man, each carrying two stacks of newspapers half a person's height. The old man took a look and said nothing. After weighing the two men, he wrote down a number in the notebook.

Yu Congcong took a look and saw that the newspaper weighed ten kilograms. She looked at what she and Zhang Yun were holding and saw that it was definitely more than ten kilograms. She was holding more than thirty kilograms in one hand and it was very strenuous to lift.

The old man quoted a price of two yuan, and Yu Congcong said nothing, gave the old man five yuan, and ran away with Zhang Yun. This old man was covering for them, and she couldn't let the old man suffer.

Yu Congcong couldn't run fast with the heavy objects, and the old man watched them run away but didn't chase them. They were all smart people, so the old man smiled.

When we got back to the parking lot, everyone was back.

Everyone was not very happy and was in a low mood.

"What's wrong? This is?" Yu Congcong asked.

"Congcong is back, it's nothing. Go back!" the captain replied gently.

Yu Congcong didn't ask any more questions. When they went back, everyone sat on mule carts and ox carts, with the carts hitched to the back of the carts and pulled by the animals.

A group of people staggered back to the village. Before anyone had even finished resting at home, the team leader called on the entire village to gather for a meeting through the loudspeaker.

The villagers rushed to the village office, where the village brigade cadres had already arrived. The brigade leader held a loudspeaker and said, "We are calling everyone to a meeting today to discuss the distribution of the grain coupons issued today."

When the villagers heard that the invoices were issued today, they were very happy.

"Oh, the invoice is here. I was worried that I would not be able to buy things if I didn't have the invoice!"

"Yes, yes, I didn't buy anything many times because I didn't have a ticket."

"I didn't expect that the government still thought about the situation of us farmers."

"Great, with the ticket, I can buy a thermos for my girl."

"Yes, yes, I will give my son one too."

Everyone was discussing excitedly, but some members who were going to pay their taxes were very calm and not happy.

"Quiet, quiet, first listen to me how many tickets our village has issued. A total of 500 kilograms of grain tickets, 100 kilograms of sugar, ... and only ten industrial tickets."

Everyone was listening fine at first, but they were shocked when they heard that there were only ten industrial tickets. Why were there only ten and how to divide them?

"Captain, why are there only ten industrial tickets? How do we divide them?"

"Yes, one industrial invoice is required for a porcelain basin. Not to mention the big ones."

Everyone couldn't calm down again.

"Quiet, quiet." The team leader was also troubled. For their village, industrial tickets were a necessity. They needed industrial tickets to buy pots, basins, and utensils, but industrial tickets were given the least.

The village also needs to buy farm tools, and the villagers also need to buy tools.

"Quiet." The captain shouted and everyone fell silent.

"Every household can get some of the other tickets. These ten industrial tickets cannot be divided, and it is unclear. Our brigade cadres have decided to distribute them in the form of rewards. Do you have any objections?"

Everyone looked at each other, and no one said anything for a while. There was really no way to divide these ten tickets, no matter who they were given to.

Finally, everyone fell silent.