On the way Yang Jun sent Yi Qiushui back, he had a crazy idea in his mind.
He wants to take out all the things in the space and throw them all out, so that the people of Sijiu City can live a comfortable new year.
After so many days of copying, all kinds of materials in his space have already piled up.
At first, he bought all kinds of materials in the market one by one. After so many days of copying, each material reached an astonishing quantity.
1.52 million jins of rice, 1.52 million jins of wheat, 1.52 million jins of corn, 1.52 million jins of barley, 1.52 million jins of soybeans, and 1.52 million jins of peanuts
Twenty thousand jins, 1.52 million jins of melon seeds, 1.52 million jins of toffee...
120,000 jins of pork, 760,000 jins of beef, 1.52 million jins of mutton, 1.52 million jins of fish...
The warehouse in his copy space was almost full, and even the other storage warehouse was full. He had to stop copying various non-staple foods to make room for copied grains.
If all these things are taken out, the total amount will be at least tens of millions of kilograms of supplies. And Sijiu City is a big city with a population of more than 7 million. If all these supplies can be distributed to these people, each person will need
People can also share several kilograms of things.
Although it was very little, it could be considered that he had done a good deed for the people of Sijiu City.
In fact, Yang Jun had thought that taking out these supplies rashly might cause panic in Sijiu City. He wondered whether he should take out the supplies.
Later, after careful consideration, he decided to throw some out, but it must not be too outrageous.
Moreover, I had already thought about the place to put it, so I could only find an uninhabited place in the suburbs to put it.
The reason why it is not released in the city is entirely to avoid causing panic among all walks of life.
If you think about it, in a bustling metropolis with huge crowds of people, such a large amount of supplies suddenly appears, and the source cannot be traced afterwards, it will inevitably lead to bad speculations.
If this batch of supplies were released in the suburbs, people could still think that it was some derelict person who caused it on the grounds that no one saw it, and the sensation caused would definitely not be as big as in the city.
Yang Jun figured out these joints, then turned the front of the car and headed north of the city.
There is a remote place thirty miles north of the city. There is a large open space there that can store tens of millions of kilograms of grain at the same time. Moreover, it is not too remote and can be easily discovered.
Yang Jun drove for more than an hour to find the place.
He didn't rush to get out of the car, but sat in the car and smoked three cigarettes. He didn't find anything unusual, so he put out the cigarette butts and got out of the car.
He took out a flashlight from the space, walked around the open space, roughly estimated the terrain's accommodation area in his mind, then extinguished the flashlight, and immediately entered the space.
He planned to release only grain, and as for other non-staple foods, he had no plans to release them.
Non-staple food is not a necessity of life, and the more types of supplies you put in, the easier it is to attract people's attention.
When Yang Jun came out of the space, the original empty land was filled with mountains of grain, including 1.5 million kilograms each of corn, wheat, rice, soybeans, sorghum, and barley.
After putting in the food, Yang Jun immediately returned to the car, started the car, and drove towards the city in a hurry.
He is not worried about this batch of grain being stolen. In this era, most people are still simple. If so much grain is suddenly discovered in the wild, they will definitely report it. Even if there are one or two people with unscrupulous hearts, just let him
Moving, how many bags can he move?
The road back to the city was relatively fast, arriving in less than an hour. Yang Jun did not go back directly to the courtyard, but circled around Sijiu City a few times without any purpose before driving back.
Returning to the courtyard, the door to the courtyard was locked, so Yang Jun knocked hard on the door.
After a few minutes, a dissatisfied voice was heard coming from inside.
"Hey, it turns out to be a soldier. I thought it was Xu Damao. That guy goes out drinking every now and then and comes back late."
The third uncle wore a cotton-padded jacket, pushed his eyes up on the bridge of his nose, and flashed the flashlight on Yang Jun's face.
"Third uncle, I'm sorry to disturb your rest so late."
Yang Jun took out the remaining half pack of cigarettes from his pocket, stuffed it into the third uncle's pocket, and then continued to explain,
"I sent my partner home and I forgot the time for a moment. It would be too late if I didn't come back."
It's not that Yang Jun insists on telling the third uncle about his whereabouts, but what happened in this yard cannot be hidden from his eyes. If he doesn't explain clearly, the third uncle will definitely spread the news about it the next day.
The reason why Xu Damao's reputation is so bad is partly due to Si Zhu's efforts to slander him, and the other half is due to the third uncle. Xu Damao often comes back late, and the third uncle has to get up from bed to open the door for him in the winter. As time goes by, the third uncle
He had some complaints, so he spoke ill of Xu Damao to everyone he met.
Of course, the third uncle does not open the door for the people in the compound for free. Each household pays him 50 cents as hard work fee every year. Although the money is not much, he can still get about 10 yuan, which is enough to cover half of his salary.
Month's salary.
"Hehe, it's good to be young and full of fire."
The third uncle muttered to himself, and then said to Yang Jun: "It's a cold day, go back and rest early."
When the third uncle saw Yang Jun stuffing half a pack of cigarettes for him, his chrysanthemum face suddenly blossomed. Not only was the impatience of the past gone, but he also showed concern for him for the first time.
"Okay, third uncle, you should also go to bed early."
Yang Jun replied, then wrapped his military coat tightly and walked towards the backyard.
Back in the backyard, Yang Jun went to the kitchen to get a bottle of boiling water, returned to the living room, and started soaking his feet.
After struggling for most of the night, his injured leg began to ache slightly again. He knew that his leg was more accurate than the weather forecast and the weather would definitely change tomorrow.
After washing your feet, pour out the foot washing water, and then go back to the second floor to sleep.
Early the next morning, as expected, the weather changed.
The gloomy sky didn't light up until eight or nine in the morning. Yang Jun didn't go for a run today, and his leg seemed to hurt more than last night.
He went to the bathroom to wash up, and then went to the old house to eat. The food was the leftovers from last night, plus the leftovers packed back from Silly Zhu's wedding banquet, it was a hearty breakfast.
Yangmei served him a bowl of rice porridge and placed it in front of him, then handed him a steamed bun.
Yang Jun looked at these two things, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He didn't know why. He just couldn't get used to eating these two things, especially the rice porridge. He was reluctant to add alkali every time, which made his throat sore.
The steamed steamed buns are good, especially the leftover ones. One bite will fill your mouth with crumbs. If you don't drink porridge, you won't be able to eat it.
Yang Jun sighed, grabbed the wowotou, took a hard bite as if angry, and then looked at Wang Yuying dissatisfied, as if he was complaining to her about the food.
