Chapter 777

Wang An drove the four-wheeled vehicle, while his brain was constantly thinking about various things, mainly what to do first and what to do later after arriving at the county town, making a simple plan.

Because only by doing this could he handle proper business without delaying fooling around with Fang Xiue.

To say fooling around is barely considered proper business, after all, if this thing isn't done for a long time, it really makes one's heart itch.

When passing that bend, Wang An discovered that this new road he had pushed out had already been recognized by people.

Because on the surface of this road, many wheel tracks had been pressed, and things like horse hoof prints or ox hoof prints were everywhere.

But on that old road, there wasn't even a single footprint; besides the fact that no grass grew on the wheel tracks, the grass on both sides of the wheel tracks had already reached the top of one's feet.

This is enough to show that the various messy sayings about the new road's location being a "big tomb," "graveyard," or "dead pit" were not taken seriously by anyone at all.

But it must be admitted that after Wang An changed and leveled this section of the road, it was quite straight and smooth; most importantly, those bandits and road bullies didn't have suitable hiding places anymore.

Looking at this section of the road, I don't know why, but Wang An's heart suddenly felt heroic, and he suddenly had a feeling that he had accumulated great virtue, the kind of great virtue that was genuinely quite large.

Very quickly, Wang An drove the four-wheeled vehicle to the county town.

The county town in this season is completely different from the county town in winter; to say the county town hadn't changed much, it's just that the people walking on the street were different.

As for ordinary commoners, although their spirits were very good, the vast majority of people had a sallow complexion, looking malnourished.

It was very obvious that after the division of land to households, people were full of hope for the future, and the reason for the sallow complexion was nothing more than the fact that there was no rice in the vat and no grain in the granary now.

But this was something that couldn't be helped, so it was a small matter; one only needed to endure until autumn, and then everything would be fine.

Because Wang An clearly remembered that in the first year of the division of land to households, although people's pockets were still empty, every household had surplus grain in their granaries.

Of course, except for those very individual families who were lazy.

Arriving at the grain station, Wang An prepared the grain coupons and money, and started queuing outside.

The reason for queuing was that there were many places receiving returned grain in this season, and various townships, as well as brigades or settlements around the county town, would organize manpower to come and pull grain.

After a while, it was Wang An's turn.

When Wang An took out 4,000 jin of coarse grain coupons and 1,000 jin of fine grain coupons, the grain station staff immediately looked at Wang An as if examining a criminal.

Immediately after, this person asked very seriously:

"Where did so many grain coupons come from?"

In fact, regarding the source of grain coupons, the grain station staff had no right to ask, but the number of grain coupons Wang An took out was genuinely a bit too large.

From the amount of grain collected by people queuing before, it was not difficult to see that even if it was by collective unit, the vast majority were one or two thousand jin, or even eight hundred or a thousand jin.

And the grain collected by these people was, without exception, coarse grain; fine grain did not exist.

Returned grain was meant for saving lives; how could one use fine grain to save lives?

Wang An was stunned upon hearing this, and a nameless fire rose in his heart, but he was very calm, and said without any fluctuation in his emotions: "Bought, right? All bought with money; buying grain coupons now is really damn expensive, and in the end, it's almost the same price as not using grain coupons."

In fact, the reason Wang An was so calm was that the grain coupons left by Ninth Brother back then were a mix of new and old.

You have to know that such grain coupons were numerous and simply impossible to investigate!

It was because of this that Wang An dared to use grain coupons so blatantly.

This person looked at Wang An suspiciously and said: "Where did the money to buy grain coupons come from? This is not a small amount, I advise you to tell the truth."

Wang An heard this, and his anger suddenly grew quite a bit.

This damn thing is endless? Besides, the number of grain coupons sounds large, but in reality, it's really not much money.

Simply put, 4,000 jin of coarse grain coupons, if calculated at 3 cents per jin, the grain is only 120 yuan; if calculated at the 15% to 20% commission taken by those local coupon scalpers, the money to buy grain coupons is nothing more than 18 yuan, at most 24 yuan.

24 yuan, for the vast majority of people at this time, might really be a lot, but for Wang An, is it a thing? Although Wang An's anger rose, he didn't show it, but instead said with disdain:

"I say buddy, it's just 20-something yuan, is that a large amount? Still telling the truth, is it worth lying about this little thing?"

Seeing that this person still wanted to say something, Wang An directly changed the subject, and his tone became a bit impatient: "I say buddy, everyone is very busy, can you not waste time?"

Reading the original text!

After Wang An finished speaking, a person behind Wang An chimed in:

"Little brother, why don't you wait on the side for a while, and after I'm done here, you guys can continue researching?"

It could be heard that this person was talking to Wang An.

And it was very obvious that this person was also a fool, a big fool who couldn't distinguish right from wrong.

Because although there was nothing wrong with the tone and attitude of this person's speech, what he said could make people furious on the spot.

With Wang An's temper, how could he indulge such a passerby, so Wang An turned his head and cursed: "I'll fuck your mother, are you a prick? Get the fuck out of here, I'll wait for your mother's cunt."

Locally, scenes of starting a fight over a disagreement were not rare at all, but no one was a fool; in situations where the body size difference between the enemy and oneself was too large, the word "fight" was purely a joke.

This person listened to Wang An's angry curse, and looking at Wang An's tall, fierce, and menacing appearance, his lips twitched a few times, and he immediately closed his mouth honestly.

It must be admitted that this person was very smart and knew the current situation; if he dared to beep a few more times, Wang An's big foot would definitely kick him.

Seeing this person become honest, Wang An was too lazy to bother with him, glared at him, turned his head, looked at the grain station staff, and said impatiently: "What's the meaning, buddy? Can you be quick? I'm damn busy."

Because of the interruption of the person behind him, Wang An's patience was completely gone.

It's strange to say, no matter what he does, Wang An can always bump into this kind of broken-wall-rotten-prick who likes to show off.

It's as if these people are all specifically waiting there, deliberately wanting to disgust Wang An.

(End of chapter)