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I guess up to now, Bai Baoshan is the only one who dares to confront the state organs.

But a few years later, in 67 and 69, Bai Baoshan was just a younger brother.

Leading people to break into the Public Security Headquarters and snatch people, this kind of feat is so different from what Bai Baoshan is doing now, one is like heaven and the other is like earth.

We soon arrived at the place. This guy actually lived alone in a huge courtyard with one entrance. It should have been a small courtyard with two entrances, but the house in the backyard had been demolished, and the west wing had also been demolished, leaving only a large main house in the courtyard and two small rooms in the east wing.

According to the level of this webmaster, he can really be allocated three houses, but it is obvious that he wanted to monopolize the whole yard with his family, so he demolished all the houses. This guy is really ruthless.

"Old Yan, why are you back? They are..." After knocking on the door, a young woman opened it.

"Please make way. We are from the Dongcheng District Public Security Bureau and are conducting a search of your home."

"What... Public Security? Old Yan, what's going on?"

Without waiting for the two to reminisce about the past, Director Wu waved his hand and several police officers drove Station Master Yan into the house.

His wife wanted to stop him, but she couldn't. There were more than a dozen people behind him who were there to watch the fun.

"Director Wu, I'll listen to you on where to search first." Bai Baoshan said with an innocent smile.

Director Wu let out a long sigh, "One team goes to the main house, and one team goes to the kitchen."

The public security comrades took immediate action, followed by the people's comrades, not to conduct a search but only to bear witness.

As soon as they entered the room, everyone's eyes lit up. Wow...

Is this a webmaster’s home?

Director Wu almost said "Fuck!"

It’s so fucking magnificent.

This person...how dare this person.

When Bai Baoshan saw the all-yellow furniture, only one word popped into his mind: huanghuali. When he looked at the ornaments, they were either huge gold-inlaid clocks or other decorative collectibles.

Although the public security comrades, like Bai Baoshan, are blind to these things, it is not difficult to guess based on how good-looking these things are that they are definitely not something this person can afford with just one or two months' salary.

"Chief, we have found something." When it comes to finding things, the comrades are very good at it.

This room is filled with grain bags with the grain station logo on them. You don't need to look to know that they are full of grain, and hanging on them are all cured meats. It is estimated that there are at least two or three hundred kilograms of meat.

Apart from other things, the merit of confiscating these things is enough to make the police officers get a promotion. If there are any good things in this cellar, then...

Stationmaster Yan was already sitting on the ground, head down, not saying a word.

His wife was also stirring with both hands, and it was obvious that there was something in the cellar.

Well, after Chief Wu went down with the soldiers, he came back up with a livid face.

Then the soldiers carried up the things below.

There were two small boxes of gold bars, nearly a hundred small yellow croakers, two boxes of silver dollars, and a large suitcase of ten-yuan bills.

It’s impossible to count them all. There are at least 20,000 or 30,000 banknotes in this box.

These things alone are enough to get you shot.

Director Wu pointed at Station Master Yan, who was lying on the ground and didn't dare to look up, and for a moment he couldn't find any words to say.

A young policeman was pulled over, said a few words, and then ran out in a hurry, apparently to call for support.

I don't know what the other ones are like.

“Comrades, you have all seen it, don’t worry, we will post the final result in the form of a big-character poster to let everyone know.

Let's all go home first." Director Wu took one last look at Bai Baoshan.

"Don't look at me. You have to report my merits of reporting to me. My name is Bai Baoshan. This is my name and address. I am waiting for your silk banner and letter of praise. There should also be some material rewards or something.

Hehe, I'm so poor, any amount is fine, it depends on what you, Director Wu, think." Bai Baoshan said as he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, which read: No. 95, Nanluoguxiang, Bai Baoshan, 17 years old, birthday: September 1944, 9, lunar calendar, not yet 15 years old, and has not yet taken over the position at home.

With this information, they can investigate Bai Baoshan thoroughly.

Bai Baoshan was not afraid of the investigation. He should thank them for finding out where he was from.

Director Wu held the note, his forehead throbbing. "Comrade Bai Baoshan, you are great. It is your persistence that allowed us to capture such a huge rat. Don't worry, there will be rewards and letters of praise sent to your compound and your street office soon."

"Haha... Thank you, Director Wu. You are a good person. Please go ahead. My comrades and I will leave first."

After saying this, Bai Baoshan turned around and left. Didn’t he see that Director Wu’s forehead was throbbing?

Director Wu is too small to eat such a big fish.

How the credit is divided in the end is not Bai Baoshan's concern, and he will not be given any credit. At most he will get a letter of praise, or some receipts as a reward.

Bai Baoshan had heard his grandfather talk a lot about the stingy nature of the so-called rewards at that time.

A group of people came out of the yard, urged Bai Baoshan, and rushed back to the grain station. Some people here also came back, and the parties exchanged information. No one escaped.

The minimum is a bag of rice and a bag of flour.

These families don’t even have cornmeal at home.

There was another family. When I entered his house, I saw three large white steamed buns that were rotten and had white hair in the trash can next to it.

It can be said that every family has a harvest. How dare they take away so much food?

Someone gave the answer...food substitute.

There was anger in everyone's eyes.

Yes, food substitutes are allowed at this time, and they are the same as the lowest grade corn flour.

Food substitutes are the bark of some trees with the inedible parts removed and then ground into powder.

If you come to the grain station and ask for 10 kilograms of corn flour, it may be mixed with more than two to three kilograms of substitute grain.

If the salesperson at the grain station wants to rip you off, the five or six kilograms are probably substitute grain.

If you eat this for a few days, you will feel unwell.

How come each of their families has so much fine grains?

They took out the withheld grain and exchanged it for fine grain at the pigeon market, or various grain coupons, and took them to the grain station, where they used the coupons to buy grain themselves. So they just bought whichever was better, right?

It soon became an unwritten rule that you would be given more food and then the quantity would be deducted.

If you were given one or two ounces less of food out of ten or twenty kilograms, you wouldn't mind. No one dared to act wildly here, except Bai Baoshan.

Gradually, this place became a rat's nest.

"Bai Baoshan, what good thing did you do?"

"Hey... isn't this our Director Wang? What? Are you involved too?"

"What's involved?"

"It's about food. You won't interfere with it, will you?"

"What nonsense! I am a street director, do I need this little food?"

"Haha... don't take it seriously, I was just joking.

Tell me, who did I offend? It was the end of the month, wasn't it? Qiao Yun got out of school early, thinking about registering the new grain bill, but who knew that everyone was eating melon seeds and flying.

In this matter, I am just a stone. As for what will explode if I throw it into the lake, I have no idea. If they don't have shit on themselves, what are they afraid of?

Besides, everyone has coveted so much food, can you blame me for this?" Bai Baoshan spread his hands, looking like it was none of his business.

Director Wang took a deep breath.

The grain station was wiped out, even the gatekeeper was not clean.

The subdistrict office urgently dispatched staff to help. If things here are finished, it will probably take another two days to get the results. The subdistrict office's affairs can be delayed for a day or two, but the grain station's affairs cannot be delayed.

"Well... Director Wang, do you think my grain book can still be registered?" Bai Baoshan said weakly.

"Xiao Zhang, register the grain book information for Comrade Bai Baoshan." Just as Director Wang finished speaking, a young man ran over and took Bai Baoshan to a desk nearby.

He took out a thick notebook, turned to the page for No. 95, Nanluoguxiang, and wrote down Bai Baoshan's name and the number on the household registration book, thus registering him. He also wrote down Feng Qiaoyun's name, and stamped Feng Daxixi's name to make it invalid.

This completes the registration. They will have their quota here next month.

While watching Director Wang, who looked a little short of breath, Bai Baoshan pulled Feng Qiaoyun out of the grain station.

It's getting dark outside. Well, I'm sorry for wasting so much time.

But the grain tax has been processed, which is a good start.

"Come on, get in the car and show me the way. Where is the store you mentioned? Check to see if it's closed."

Bai Baoshan took Feng Qiaoyun and left the place in a flash.

After today, Bai Baoshan's name will be known throughout this area.

If nothing else, he attacked the grain station head-on and captured all the people there without missing a single one. What kind of feat is this? Fortunately, there were no storytellers at this time, otherwise tomorrow morning, someone on the overpass would have exaggerated Bai Baoshan into a god who was eight feet tall and had an eight-foot waist.

The two arrived at the trust store, and sure enough, it was closed. It seemed they would have to wait until tomorrow.

Bai Baoshan took a look at the sign and remembered the place. If it doesn’t work, he will come by himself tomorrow.

I returned with Qiao Yun and when we arrived at the yard, it was already completely dark.

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