The first batch of 100 tons of grain
To convert, one bag contains 100 kilograms, one ton is 20 bags, and 100 tons is 2,000 bags.
(There is a worry here. What was flour used to pack in the 1950s and 1960s? Plastic bags and chemical fiber bags did not exist at that time. It was impossible to use cloth bags on a large scale. Cloth is more precious than food. It is said that flour will leak when using sacks; It’s impossible to use a clay pot, right? I wonder if any kind readers can tell me)
Although Lin Sanqi had prepared forklifts and mobile belt conveyors, he was still exhausted in the end. It took several days to transport the food from modern society through the "passage space" to 1960.
When all the grain was piled in the railway station warehouse, Lin Sanqi lay on the grain pile for a long time, unable to catch his breath.
I thought that if I listened to my father and became a Holy Mother, how much food would I be able to carry even if I was exhausted to death? If he really wants to supply the country's 660 million people, even if he is willing to go bankrupt in 2023, there is no way to transport it.
He doesn't have Chen Xia's portable hospital, nor does he have Chen Qi's system space. He can easily store and store items with a wave of his hand, regardless of the quantity or size.
Seeing this mountain-like pile of food, Lin Sanqi still felt full of accomplishment.
Originally, he planned to exchange the first batch of more than 400 ginseng sticks for 50 tons of coarse grains, but in the end the grains he brought doubled to 100 tons, which was considered worthy of his few conscience.
After resting for a long time, Lin Sanqi ran to the duty room of the train station, borrowed a phone, and called the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
Dean Shen's mind is now filled with food, and he is extremely anxious. He thinks that Lin Sanqi has been missing for several days and wonders if he has bought any food.
Not to mention that the Changping branch is crying for food now, even the canteen of the main hospital in the city has run out of food supplies, and there is no way to buy food from the food company.
Suddenly the phone rang, and Dean Shen answered the phone impatiently:
"I'm Shen Guoming, who are you?"
"Uncle Shen, I am Xiaoqi."
Dean Shen was overjoyed and quickly lowered his voice and asked: "How is it? Have you bought the food?"
Lin Sanqi glanced at the staff at the train station next to him, and then whispered:
"The mission has been completed, bring someone here quickly."
Dean Shen stood up immediately and shouted excitedly: "Okay, okay, I'll be there soon. You must guard the warehouse."
In less than half an hour, Dean Shen rushed to Fengtai Railway Station with 16 security guards. All the security guards were wearing armed belts and holding long rifles in their hands, as if they were going to fight.
Before the truck came to a complete stop, Dean Shen jumped out of the truck and shouted to Zhang Jinggang, the security section chief:
"Zhang Jinggang, surround the entire warehouse immediately and don't let even a fly in. Xiaoqi, haha, great hero, look at how thin you have been in the past few days. You have worked hard, hard."
Lin Sanqi thought to himself that anyone who had to move 100 tons of grain would lose weight. If it weren't for the mental support of several hundred million yuan, he felt that he would not be able to survive.
Dean Shen looked around and asked softly again: "Xiaoqi, how much food did you get?"
Lin Sanqi stretched out a finger.
"One ton? Damn, that's that much? What's the use of it?"
"Uncle Shen, be conservative and guess again."
"It can't be 10 tons, right? Alas, it's less than I thought, but it's not bad. It should be able to support it for a while."
"Uncle Shen, Lu Xun told us that no matter how bold a person is and how productive the land is, you can't have some dreams? What's only 10 tons? I'll get 100 tons of grain back this time."
“100 tons???!!!”
Dean Shen screamed, and then suddenly covered his mouth tightly, because a few people wrapped in coats happened to pass by and looked here in confusion.
Dean Shen grabbed Lin Sanqi with one hand. The strength was amazing, and then he said with a trembling voice:
"Open the warehouse door, I, I want to see with my own eyes."
Lin Sanqi put her hand on the door handle and smiled: "Uncle Shen, are you ready for the quick-acting heart-saving pills?"
There was a crash, and the door opened a crack. Dean Shen flashed into the warehouse with a posture that was not suitable for his age. What he saw next was a hill-like pile of grain.
Then he stood there stunned.
Lin Sanqi ducked into the warehouse and closed the door again. The fewer people needed to know about the food in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital, the better. She was afraid that if she leaked it, others would find out, and believe it or not, it would be snatched away in minutes.
"Uncle Shen, each bag here contains 100 kilograms of grain, a total of 2,000 bags. According to your instructions, all the grains are coarse grains, which are corn noodles and millet noodles."
Dean Shen really wanted to laugh out loud to show his excitement, and he quickly started making calculations in his mind.
There are 132 employees in the branch, except for 10 cadres. Cadres like Lin Sanqi still receive the same treatment as the main hospital, and are paid wages and food, but they do not occupy the branch's share of food.
In this way, the branch hospital needs to distribute food to 122 employees. The original policy was to pay wages but not grain. Later, taking into account the actual situation, the policy was adjusted to an average of 25 kilograms of fine grain per person per month.
But if the employees have food, their families will go hungry. Therefore, the solution given by Dean Shen is to distribute coarse grains at a ratio of 1:4, so that each employee can receive 100 kilograms of coarse grains per month.
With this 100 kilograms of whole grains as a base, although the whole family may still not have enough to eat, they will definitely not starve to death.
According to this distribution plan, the Changping branch alone needs 6 tons of coarse grains per month to maintain operations.
However, in order to solve the food ration problem for the employees' families, Dean Shen and Lin Sanqi's previous plan was to have the family members go to the "pharmacy department" to make pills, and then the hospital would subsidize a certain amount of food every month.
Based on half a catty of grain per family member per day, approximately 4 or 5 tons will be prepared each month.
In other words, in order to keep the more than 600 employees and their families of the Changping Branch alive, 10 tons of food must be prepared every month.
From the perspective of future generations, what is 10 tons of grain? It was a matter of tens of thousands of dollars, but in this special period of 1960, it meant killing someone.
Even if you use the name of the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, you can't get food. All the food stocks in the country for so many years are in the hands of Big Brother.
Now that 100 tons of grain have been obtained, Dean Shen is completely relieved. At least life will be better this year.
As long as the farm harvests in autumn, perhaps the staff of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital can completely solve the food crisis.
"Xiao Qi, you have helped me a lot. On behalf of the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine and all the staff of the hospital, thank you."
Lin Sanqi waved her hand and continued to give this respectable old man a little hope:
"Uncle Shen, don't worry. When the second batch of ginseng arrives, I will bring you 100 tons of grain."
Dean Shen’s face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile,
"Okay, okay, haha, by the way, let me see how the quality of this batch of grain is? You kid can't fool me with moldy grains, I'm going to beat someone up."
Dean Shen seemed to have a request, but in reality, he would accept even moldy and caked old grain, as long as it didn't kill anyone.
He simply couldn't imagine where Lin Sanqi could get so much food, and how he could get it back to the capital. Only Lin Sanqi knew the hardships in the process, and he couldn't let the heroes' hearts fall.
Lin Sanqi was unhappy when she heard this, thinking that her own father had deliberately added a large proportion of flour and pure cornmeal to prevent the father and son from being struck by lightning. How could he use moldy goods?
So he ran to the grain pile angrily, moved a sack at random and opened it:
"Uncle Shen, come and take a look. It is said to be coarse grain, but in fact it is not much different from fine grain. If you can get such good grain from other places, just change the first character of my name around."
Dean Shen picked up the millet noodles and found that they were not as gray as expected, but rather white. The white color means that flour is the majority, and it is definitely a conscientious coarse grain.
Worried, Dean Shen ignored the stain on his clothes and thrust his hand into the depths of the millet flour to grab a handful. He found that it was also white flour.
Not only is it white in color, but it also has the fragrance of new grain, without the slightest musty smell of old grain.
Lin Sanqi opened another bag of stick noodles at this time.
"Uncle Shen, please check the quality of the stick noodles again."
The stick noodles are supposed to be coarse-grained and off-white, but the stick noodles in Lin Sanqi's hands are yellow in texture and relatively fine.
Dean Shen didn't care whether he did it or not, he grabbed a handful of stick noodles and put it in his mouth to taste:
"Well, good, good, good, the proportion of corn cobs is not high, this corn noodle is good, good, good!"
Dean Shen shouted excitedly and kept spraying corn flour from his mouth. His funny look made Lin Sanqi lose all her anger.
The old man is doing it for the collective, not for the individual. What a respectable person he is.
"Uncle Shen, isn't it too dangerous to store these grains at the train station? If someone sees us transporting grains in the future, I'm afraid we will be robbed."
Dean Shen thought the same thing. Food is life, and it must be in his own hands.
"You're right, I'm afraid of long nights and lots of dreams. So, you call now and ask the hospital to send someone over immediately. Oh, by the way, borrow a few more trucks and we'll transport them all at once."
That night, Dean Shen, the Chief of the Logistics Department, Chief Zhang of the Security Department, and Lin Sanqi, plus 20 heavily armed security guards, began to prepare to transfer all the food back to the warehouse of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
This exhausted Lin Sanqi to death. A billionaire in the new era became a glorious loader in the prosperous era.
Lin Sanqi deliberately wanted to be lazy and pretended to be instructing the security guards to load the car. However, when he turned around and saw the old dean who was sweating profusely and stumbling forward with a bag weighing hundreds of kilograms on his back, he could only wailed, He turned around and returned to the warehouse to continue carrying food.
The Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine thought it had done a perfect job. After all, no ordinary employees were called. All the hospital leaders and people from the Security Department worked together to move the food.
But in another warehouse, there were several people standing on the ladder at this time, looking out the window at the bustling warehouse of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital... (End of Chapter)