National Beer

In the middle of the night, the snow finally stopped, but when I got up early in the morning, scattered snow began to float.

Wu Geng put on the cotton monkey, pushed open the door, took a breath of fresh chill, and shouted "Good snow."

"Comrades, come out to sweep the snow."

The courtyard of the Rongya Brewery has been covered with snow. Several security officers and workers from the night shift last night have swept a small path between the gate and the office building with big brooms and shovel.

"Clean up the snow in front first." Wu Geng commanded. He took a handful of wooden shovel and drove the snow on the ground with a shovel.

"Mr. Military, you can come and have a look at the entrance of the factory, it's amazing." The security department guy ran over with a broomstick. There was still thin ice on the trail that was just swept, and he staggered. Fell in the snow.

"Why is it terrible? The snow will be terrible?" Wu Geng's glasses were covered with a layer of mist. He took off his glasses and opened the cotton monkey and wiped it with a sweater. Hey, Pharaoh, we will get a wild rabbit back in the evening and eat warmly..."

His voice stopped suddenly, and the empty gate after the snow, like this sudden heavy snow, suddenly stopped full of cars.

"King'er K'er--"

The bridle horse raised its hooves anxiously, and the horse tail swept across, lifting a piece of snow behind the car.

Large carriages, tractors, and even wheelbarrows crammed the door of the factory. Behind all kinds of cars, there are snowmen, wearing quilted jackets and quilts, smoking cigarettes. After speaking, seeing Wu Geng come out, "Hula" all surrounded him.

"What's the matter?" Wu Geng stroked the snowflakes on his head. When did Rongya Brewery become a market?But there is nothing in the car.

"My fellow, what are you doing in the brewery?" Wu Geng shouted loudly while holding the shovel in one hand.

"Buy beer."

"Aren't you selling beer here?"

"It was broadcast on the radio last night, didn't it say that Rongya Brewery had beer for takeout?"

"Yes, buy beer and find Qin Dong!"

...

The noise of the crowd broke the tranquility of the morning, and Wu Geng's head stirred the cold snow, and immediately became sober. This must be Qin Dong's demon again.

"Isn't your supply and marketing chief a young man? He told me that Rongya Brewery sells beer!" A middle-aged man squeezed over, wearing a shabby quilt.

"It's a young man," Wu Geng smiled, "Yes, we also sell beer here," he looked at the middle-aged man, "Are you?"

"Daqingshan Village, Liugezhuang Township, your young man's grandmother's family is our village, we are from the supply and marketing cooperative, and all the people from our township supply and marketing cooperative are here."

Liugezhuang Township?

Wu Geng really took a breath. Liugezhuang Township was located at the southernmost tip of Rongya. He drove a carriage to the brewery at least in the middle of the night, and got up at three or four in the morning to drive a tractor.

Grandma's, it's snowing!

"Are you going to sell it?" There was a commotion in the crowd, it was frozen for half of the night, drove dozens of miles, people were tired, and could not buy beer.

"Sell, sell, sell! Who says not to sell?" He turned his head and shouted at the person in the Security Division, "Then who...you go call Qin Dong back to me... Open the door of the Sales Division to me, I am today I'm working for this kid, hey... fellow, you line up..."

When Wu Geng yelled out the word "sell", the carriage, tractor, and wheelbarrow all moved. The fellow villagers didn't tell you about order.

"Snapped--"

The horse-driving whip whistled loudly in the cold air.

"Don't hurry, don't grab, you have beer, and some are, everyone..." Wu Geng jumped away, and one step later, he had to let the horseshoe step on the foot.

"Everyone, don't grab, don't squeeze." At this time, it was time for the Security Division to take effect, but no one listened to them. The tractor drove into the factory gate, the horse-drawn carts drove side by side, the wheelbarrow was squeezed behind, but the needles were still coming across.

On a snowy day, Wu Geng sweated. According to this arrangement, the brewery must not be dismantled. Grandma's, Qin Dong, the kid, is still in the bed. "No, you guys, don’t you have guns? Come on. take it out."

"Everyone, stop," the old Wang next door took out his gun smoothly, and they were all equipped with guns when patrolling the factory area. "If you squeeze in, I will shoot."

But the crowd was not frightened. A man sitting in a carriage raised his whip, "There are still two 38-holes in our village. Who has never seen a gun?"

"We still have hand grenades in our village. They are made of wood. If you want, I'll bring you one next time." An uncle pushing a trolley joked.

"Our security department also has guns, not rare..."

The people who came were from the supply and marketing cooperatives, from the collective factories in the township, from the farmers with happy events at home, and from the unified organization of the village...

Yes, no one has seen a gun this year.

Which village does not have a militia company, which unit does not have a security department, these years, even the postal service, electricity, and other agencies that have little to do with the maintenance of public order have guns.

"Forget it, Lao Wang, don't wait for work, hurry up and raise a few tables." Wu Geng simply stood on the flower bed, "Everyone can't buy beer like this. They listen to me. They all go to the front door to register and register. For money, we collect the money and deliver the goods."

"We, Liugezhuang Township Supply and Marketing Cooperative, first need...200 bundles!" The township supply and marketing agency yelled boldly. Normally, we can supply 20 bundles.

"Okay, register, pay the money." Wu Geng immediately waved his hand, "Liugezhuang Township, 200 bundles."

"30 bundles in Hexi Village."

"Hetao Township Tractor Station requires 60 bales!"

"I personally want two bundles..."

...

Amidst the snowflakes, the big unity was waving, and the faces were waiting. The table quickly dragged over. Wu Geng breathed in his hands and registered himself.

"Lao Wang, you follow the instructions to take people out of the library to move beer, Lao Li, come and help me collect the money..."

But this way, the crowd was still crowded, and Wu Geng shouted again, "Bring a few more tables and call a few more people over, Qin Dong, his grandmother," he shook his sore hand in writing, "just to die of exhaustion. I forget!"

However, when I talked and cursed, I didn't relax under my hands. The table was laid out and there were more people. I saw that someone was already in the car carrying beer, and the crowd was calmer.

"Daguang," Wu Geng yelled to Lu Xuguang, who was on the night shift, "Call out all the people in your packaging workshop and fill the cars with beer for fellow villagers!"