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Chapter 746: The granary of the Soviet army

"That's fine!" Yang Mingzhi sat upright and said: "The meeting can only be held when the commissioner is ready. Regarding the fertilizer plant, the order must be given to Catfish Village tomorrow at the earliest, not to mention that there are more mud ponds and the roads are more difficult.

Oops. Let’s go, let’s go to the warehouse and have a look. It’s best to go directly to Montenegro.”

Jelentina said: "It's okay, but you have to be mentally prepared to walk several kilometers of dirt roads."

"Of course, but do the people in the municipal committee know about this? The three of us suddenly left the division headquarters. If there is a sudden incident and we can't be found..."

"Of course there is no problem." Yelentina said simply: "I have already talked to the commissioner. Today I will at least go to the warehouse to check and write an evaluation report. I have already communicated with that person and will try my best to

Take you with me."

"That's good, that's good. Now it's no different than before, we have to follow the rules!"

Yelentina burst into laughter: "It seems that you have listened more to what the teacher told you. That's good, this is a good thing for you and us."

Montenegro is just a slope, but many caves have been excavated. Most of the precious cement is used in the construction here, so the warehouses inside Montenegro are watertight!

Originally, Carambola was engaged in mushroom cultivation there, but since the air raids, it has been completely transformed into a food warehouse. The work of mushroom cultivation has also been completely ended.

It was very close to Heitu Village. Yang Mingzhi thought about it carefully and realized that he had not been there for some time.

Walking on the road leading there, at least the road was deliberately paved with a lot of debris, mostly tree trunks, mixed with soot, so the road was not particularly muddy.

Big trees sprouted, and the Black Mountain was covered by the forest. On the hillside, a cave-like building suddenly appeared. Yang Mingzhi counted ten of them! Obviously, he did not pay attention to these things. The workers expanded

The cave!

It seemed that Yelentina was very familiar with this place, so she led the group and followed.

Under the leadership of the person in charge of the warehouse in Heishan, the door was opened, and Yang Mingzhi once again entered the interior of the warehouse. Compared to the humidity outside, it was obviously a little dry here.

Since there are no electric lights and fire protection must be considered, the lighting problem is completely solved by old-fashioned kerosene lamps with glass covers.

There was no problem with the light, and Yang Mingzhi could clearly see the scenes on both sides of the cave. There were densely packed sacks here. After touching them a little and looking at his fingers carefully, Yang Mingzhi saw something powdery--these were whole wheat.

flour.

Seeing his serious look, Yelentina pinched her waist and said confidently: "Berekov, these are our largest granaries. This one warehouse stores ten tons of flour! In addition to this warehouse, there are several other warehouses.

There are buckwheat flour, dry buckwheat rice and dried soybeans. I just don’t know if the flour here is still extremely dry.”

"Of course! Comrade political commissar can check as much as he wants," the person in charge said confidently.

Only facts can tell. In fact, whether the flour is damp or not, you only need to touch the sack with your hands, but Yelentina is obviously more careful.

The Chinese have invented a tool for spot-checking grain bags, called the "grain spy". They pass it into the sack and pull it out to find out what the grain is. Yang Mingzhi noticed that Yelentina was still using means, that is, directly

Open the sacks for inspection. Unfortunately, this method can only check the upper sacks. The grain here is piled up in layers, and the condition of the lower layers cannot be known.

Following the woman, Yang Mingzhi observed with interest, his hands behind his back. Carefully, he discovered some wooden boxes, which actually contained some charcoal.

"Hey! These people are really smart. Charcoal can also be used as a desiccant!" Yang Mingzhi asked: "Who came up with this?"

"It's me!" Yelentina, who was carrying her back, waved her hand.

"I can't believe it! Our political commissar still has this knowledge?!"

"Forget it, you don't need to praise me! These charcoals are not formal desiccants. You must understand what our job is!"

The work of the staff of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is very complex, because it involves supervision and statistics, and there is a lot of miscellaneous knowledge to learn. At the beginning of the establishment of Soviet Russia, the food problem worsened and caused the collapse of the original Red Army. How to obtain and preserve food was as important.

The results of the spot check showed that the flour was very dry. Yelentina closed the last bag and tied it tightly with a hemp rope. She breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that the charcoal I moved in has worked. It has been raining for a few days."

The warehouse is still dry."

"Yes, and I also touched the ground and it was just as dry." Yevlov agreed.

Yelentina was very satisfied and asked Yang Mingzhi casually. Just the words of this person's rhetorical question made her suspicious again.

Yang Mingzhi's question is simple but also very critical. The so-called sacks on the lowest layer have been spot-checked, but where are the ones on the bottom layer?! "Moisture is most likely to accumulate on the bottom layer. I am very worried about the condition of the flour on the bottom layer."

"It should be okay!?" Yelentina is in charge of the life of the army, so she is fully responsible for the military rations. Yang Mingzhi serves as the chief of staff, and his question is very critical.

Yang Mingzhi shrugged: "I hope the flour remains intact, but our potatoes will not be harvested until May, and there are not many old potatoes left. Before that, these flours are related to the safety of our entire Novgomel. Therefore, we

Shouldn’t it be checked?!”

He made sense, but seeing these sacks nearly three meters high forming a wall, Yelentina was completely discouraged. "Berekov, do you really think I am Hercules? Mine

My strength is very limited, and so are the staff here. Are you going to have people take down the sacks one by one and check the ones at the bottom?! Come on, this is very tiring!"

As the division commander, Yevlov was helpless: "Maybe this is the only way. Ivan, arrange for your people to carry the sacks like ladders!"

"But..." The administrator looked embarrassed.

"No, just carry out my order! Are you worried that there is something wrong with the food at the bottom of our inspection?!"

Just as Yevlov was angry at the administrator, Yang Mingzhi stopped him: "Comrade commander, let our comrades save their energy."

"But don't you think it's okay? I'm the mayor! They actually made me look embarrassed. How can I suspect that there's something fishy about this food?"

Yelentina didn't like hearing this. In line with the nature of a woman, she said carelessly: "Comrade, you should not doubt our comrades! All the flour is dry when it is brought in! I know this very well,

It will only rain for a few days and nothing will happen. In order to cooperate with the random inspection, they have already moved too many things."

"So? Are you planning to stop the inspection?" Yevlov asked louder, "Are we going to ignore Belekov's advice?"

"This... of course it's not." Yelentina became hesitant. After all, the man she admired was the division commander, and his orders must be carried out!

"Okay! Ivan, even if you are tired now, it is worth it. You are responsible for the grain warehouse. If there is a problem with the food problem, I can only kill you ruthlessly!"

The words were so serious that when Yang Mingzhi saw several nervous administrators, they rolled up their sleeves and started a new round of climbing up and down.

In order to see the bottom pocket of noodles, I had to remove dozens of bags! This was so tiring! Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but think of that dimension. When he was still a teenager, he helped his father carry sacks back to the warehouse at home during the wheat harvest.

One acre of land and ten sacks. After working, the muscles in both arms seemed to be completely torn!

It would be bad if these administrators were really tired and suffered muscle damage. In desperation, an idea came to him!

Yang Mingzhi waved his hand: "Wait! I have an idea! Everyone stops working!"


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