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If this were a TV drama, Chang Wei should have found a long sword and pierced the granary directly, allowing the sand and gravel underneath to flow out.

Unfortunately not.

The bamboo mats that wrap the granary are not made of the thin bamboo strips used for sleeping, nor are they made of just one layer. In order to be able to withstand wind, frost, snow and rain, you can imagine how thick it is.

So, he was talking about dismantling the warehouse.

Upon hearing the order, the troops prepared tools without hesitation, and the young soldier carried the ladder and climbed to the top of the warehouse.

Several grain company officials who stayed behind in the grain depot to cooperate with the audit came running over in a panic, slapping their thighs and shouting, "It can't be demolished! It can't be demolished!"

Chang Wei didn't even look at them.

The cadres were stopped outside the cordon and could not get closer. They could only shout, "Comrades, spring is coming soon, and the rain will come with it. If the grain is exposed to moisture, it will rot and be wasted!"

When the young soldiers who had climbed onto the roof of the warehouse heard this, they paused for a moment, and their hands were hesitant as they cut the hemp rope.

They are all children of farmers. They can shed blood and even sacrifice themselves, but they have been taught since childhood not to waste food.

Nowadays, if anyone puts down his chopsticks with rice grains in the bowl, he will be slapped in the face by his parents.

Although Chang Wei could force the soldiers to continue, he did not give such an order. He climbed up the ladder to the top of the granary, took the hatchet from the soldier, and chopped it down.

Unfortunately, it was obvious that the hemp rope was not affected by his gentle attack. Even though he had used 30% of his strength, the hemp rope did not break. This made him anxious. He exerted force on his wrist and chopped it down hard again, and the hemp rope broke.

The granary had a round pointed roof, and Fan Tuaner was worried that he would fall down because of his unstable standing, so he quickly signaled Zhang Long and Zhao Hu to take his place.

The two men hurriedly climbed up and persuaded Chang Wei to come down, while the officers below had already started cursing and the young soldier continued to cut the hemp rope in a panic.

Once the hemp ropes were cut, the dome was lifted and thrown aside, and the entire top of the granary was exposed.

Zhang Long picked up a handful of rice and sniffed it, then threw two grains into his mouth to chew. After a moment, he was sure and shouted to the people below, "Team leader, this is old rice. It's old."

The few young soldiers who were accompanying him also bent down and grabbed a handful of rice.

Unlike Zhang Long who grew up in the city, children from rural areas can tell the quality of rice just by its appearance. A young soldier's eyes suddenly turned red. He pursed his lips and shouted to the people below, "Captain, it's not stale rice. These rice grains have been damp and are already a little moldy."

Several cadres who were stopped outside the cordon were stunned, staring at the warehouse roof in amazement, muttering to themselves: "How is it possible? How is it possible? This warehouse is filled with autumn grain harvested last year."

"A bunch of fools." Chang Wei sneered and looked back, then shook his head and said, "The officials in the grain company are either corrupt or lazy. They are rotten to the core."

This group of people are not even as good as Wang Ganju.

Although Wang Ganju looked like a villain and loved to eat pickled vegetables and rolled tofu, at least he kept clear accounts and was not a confused official.

These guys were indeed not involved in Peng Mancang’s corruption, which is why they survived. However, it was precisely because of their negligence that this crime was covered up for several years.

Fan Tuaner walked over to look at the fallen granary roof, then squatted down to touch it, wondering, "The granary looks solid and there is no sign of leakage, so how could it be moldy?"

"Because it was moldy when it was collected." Chang Wei had lived in the countryside when he was a child, so he knew the trick after a little thought. He explained: "If it rained during the Double Gun War, some of the grain would be damp. Someone collected the grain and exchanged it for new grain."

"Isn't it a unified purchase and sale now?"

"The cooperative will not accept this kind of damp grain. Usually the commune will keep it for itself and let the members exchange it for work points. They will dry it in the sun and eat it quickly. If there is too much..."

Chang Wei didn't continue.

Last year was the time when the big pot meal was in full swing. If there was too much food, we would feed it to pigs and chickens. If we couldn’t finish it, we would just waste it anyway.

No one expected that there would be a drought this year.

No one expected that this year they would have to choose between paying off debts and being a son…

I can’t go into details!

The grain was slowly unloaded using a simple slide, and the granary was gradually dismantled and lowered. When it reached the bottom three or four meters, the young soldier shoveled out some fine sand and gravel.

He thought he had seen it wrong, rubbed his eyes again, threw away the shovel, knelt down and dug with both hands, finally scooped up a handful of sand and gravel, and was stunned.

After a long while, he came back to his senses, held the gravel in his palm, and slowly walked down the ladder in three or two steps. He trotted to Chang Wei, opened his palm and said, "Chief, look."

Everyone came over curiously and poked their heads to look at the little soldier's palm.

Except for Chang Wei, everyone took a deep breath.

To be honest, when Chang Wei said he wanted to demolish the granary, they had anticipated many situations, even the possibility that the grain underneath was rotten. The only thing they didn't expect was that it was filled with sand and gravel.

Chang Wei sighed heavily and waved his hand dejectedly at Fan Tuan'er, "There's no need to continue dismantling this warehouse. Let's go check out the three warehouses."

Having said that, he looked up at the sun above his head and suddenly felt a little distressed.

The old man was so happy just eating a bowl of braised pork, how sad he would be if he knew about it!

Fan Tuaner felt something and looked up at the sky, then looked down at the lonely boy, his heart twitching involuntarily.

A granary with a diameter of five meters and a height of ten meters can hold nearly two hundred cubic meters, and one cubic meter of rice weighs about seven hundred and fifty kilograms.

The granary was filled with nearly 300,000 kilograms of grain.

This is just the size of a granary.

The financial officer who audited the accounts said that there were problems with 400,000 kilograms of grain, but it was obviously far more than that.

Upon hearing the news, Wang Yong hurried over and looked at the two dismantled granaries with a dark face.

The ground was full of grain exposed to the sun, and a young man was sitting on the edge, staring blankly and saying nothing.

He walked in front of Chang Wei, squatted down, subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the sweat on Chang Wei's forehead, and said softly: "Don't be sad, kid, you should be glad that you found it early."

"Chief...I'm not sad, I just feel distressed."

"It's okay, you can still eat it after drying it."

"You can't eat it, it's poisonous." Chang Wei did not learn about aflatoxin. Thousands of years of agricultural civilization have already accumulated enough experience, and it is not his turn to show off his knowledge.

"It's okay to eat less." Wang Yong patted Chang Wei's arm, "Go back and wash your face, have a good rest, and follow me to kill the enemy tonight."

The moment he stood up, a terrifying aura emanated from him involuntarily. "Pass my order on to inform the troops to enter the city tonight."