"What? Belekov, what do you have in mind? Don't tell me to use a knife to cut the sack. I don't want the flour to be wasted!" Yelentina pinched her waist, looking puzzled.
"Of course! Of course! Of course I don't want to destroy the pockets that I finally tied up." After saying that, Yang Mingzhi ordered: "Administrator, go find me a military spur and remove it from the rifle you are assigned to give it to me!"
Soon, a military spur a foot long was brought over.
This spur has a shovel-shaped end, and behind it are four terrifying bloodletting grooves. The entire spur is very thin, so you don't have to worry about more flour spilling out when you pierce the sack.
He squatted down half-crouched, holding the spur in his right hand, and identified the bottom sack with his left hand, about to poke it in. At the critical moment, Yang Mingzhi quickly turned his head to the side and faced everyone with confused faces: "Comrades,
There is no need to explain it. This is a very traditional method of inspecting grain in China, and I think this military spur is quite suitable."
No one raised a question, the military thorn penetrated in effortlessly, and in the end only the handle was left outside.
"That's right, I just need to pull it out gently. Like this...gently...gently..."
The military thorn was slowly pulled out, and this time, the confused Yelentina saw the clues!
Following the man's movement, the entire spur was pulled out, and a blood-letting trough was filled with slightly yellowed whole-wheat flour.
Yang Mingzhi breathed a long sigh of relief: "Now we know the condition of the flour in this sack, at least thirty centimeters deep. Everyone gathered around and squeezed it, and it didn't seem to be damp at all."
But Yelentina's attention was not fully focused here. She squatted down to examine the sack carefully and touched it again. "Very good. The slight damage to the bottom sack will not affect anything. At least we can conclude that this
The flour in this area is not damp at all!”
"So I think my method can be popularized." Yang Mingzhi told everyone: "After all, the military spur is only for temporary use. I thought about how to make several special instruments. I named it Grain Detector and used it in China.
He is said to be a grain spy."
"Лянтанз?" Jelentina imitated Yang Mingzhi's tone, and she imitated this Chinese word and remembered it in her heart.
For the time being, we can only use a gun to poke into the sacks to inspect the flour condition. Even so, it can save the warehouse managers a lot of energy. More than ten sacks on the bottom floor of the culvert were inspected, and no signs of moisture were found. Such a result
Overjoyed, the scribe who followed Yelentina recorded the incident, including the incident of stabbing the sack with the gun, and the term "Лянтанз" was decided upon to name the new tool.
Yang Mingzhi has reason to believe that once the arsenal quickly produces a batch of "grain spies", they will first be used in the grain warehouse in Novgomel. When the war ends, I am afraid that they will be used in the national warehouses of the entire Belarus.
This is not an invention, but an old man who has never seen this thing has discovered its benefits. So as the Chinese who were the first to bring this thing over, this can be regarded as a kind of achievement?! Anyway, this matter has been ignored
Liangina recorded it in the book, and it would eventually be turned into a report and handed over to superiors until it reached Stalin's desk.
Thinking of this, Yang Mingzhi shrugged and should not be too optimistic about the future.
He continued to ask: "Okay, we have checked this warehouse and there is no problem with the flour. Next, let's check the other ones?!"
"Of course, we have to go to the warehouse outside to take a look." Looking into Yang Mingzhi's eyes, Yelentina said: "You claimed before that you were very worried about the remaining potatoes. After this rain, they will become moldy and spoiled, or on a large scale.
The potatoes turn green and sprout. I have to worry about our food safety, because potatoes are mainly supplied to the civilian population. If there is collective food poisoning, the blow will be fatal to us."
"I hope the potatoes are all right!" After muttering a few words, Yang Mingzhi pointed to the warehouse exit, "Then don't wait any longer, I want to take a look now."
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Outdoors, quite a few granaries are fenced buildings, with their overall location set out. Therefore, even if the ground is muddy, at least the potatoes will not be threatened by water accumulation. The most worrying thing is still the leakage of the roof, which is only supported by wooden boards.
A closed dome is very dangerous.
Yang Mingzhi wiped the dirt off his boots and walked up the wooden ladder into the warehouse. There were many baskets piled in this small building, but most of them were empty. Only some were still facing the potatoes.
"Okay, let's see how these last potatoes are doing." After that, Yang Mingzhi walked forward and squatted down.
The results of the inspection were not optimistic. Some of the potatoes began to sprout. They could be cut into pieces and thrown into the ground to continue to thrive! There was still a part of the potato that turned green. Yang Mingzhi knew that the solanine content in such potatoes was not high enough for humans to eat.
can completely overcome its toxicity.
The person in charge of the warehouse wiped the sweat from his forehead and said that he was willing to do nothing. Many old potatoes in stock were like this. There was indeed a problem of poor management.
Standing up, Yang Mingzhi threw back the potatoes in his hand and asked the administrator seriously: "Tell me now, of all the potatoes in stock, how many have not sprouted or gone bad? How long will these be enough to feed all the civilians in Blacksmith Village?!"
"yes……"
This person was hesitant, and Yang Mingzhi scolded: "Answer my question. Yelenkina! Let your people take notes!"
The administrator lowered his head and said, "It's ten days! Ten days at most!"
"Really so few?!" Jelentina asked in surprise.
"Yes, sir! If you give me the courage, I don't dare to hide it!" The administrator was no longer panicking. He indeed had a lot to say, so he simply explained everything clearly.
Because the population of Novgomel is close to 40,000, and the armed army is over 10,000 people. The staple food of these people has now become bread. But before the airdrop, everyone was eating potatoes. This picture
Huge appetites, coupled with the inevitable losses in storage, consume potatoes very quickly.
But now, even when new potatoes are harvested, they are only the size of peanuts. Once the potatoes in stock can no longer be distributed, the civilians will either be given bread or forced to dig for potatoes that have not grown yet.
"Ten days will be mid-April, and this month is the most vigorous growth period for potatoes! Killing the chicken to retrieve the eggs cannot be done as a last resort!" Yang Mingzhi thought in his mind, and it was obvious that this person was right. He turned around and frowned.
Asked Yevlov, Yelentina: "What should we do next? It seems that we really have to change our policy. Soldiers and civilians cannot be treated differently at this stage! At least around April 15th, we have to consider
Give bread to the common people!”
Speaking of this matter, Jelentina was also worried. She said helplessly: "According to regulations, various grains at this stage have been monopolized by the army. In our rear areas, most people can only eat potatoes.
Even most of the potatoes produced are supplied to the army! Belekov, you are fully aware of the physical exertion of soldiers training and fighting, while civilians consume much less every day! The country’s wartime food policy takes this into consideration