Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Sure enough, after a few minutes, there was a sudden noise outside the courtyard gate.

Zhang Tietou knew that it must be Mr. Liu's men who had arrived, so he carefully opened the front door, with a vigilant look on his face, and walked out slowly.

With one hand quietly placed on his lower back, Zhang Tietou carried a sharp dagger with him in order to deal with possible dangerous situations.

Not long after, several carriages slowly came over and stopped at the gate of the yard.

There were several people sitting in the first carriage, led by Uncle Zhao, who was in charge of inspecting the grain last time.

"Oh, isn't this Uncle Zhao! I didn't expect you to come in person today!" Zhang Tietou walked forward and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Oh my, brother, you don't know, this transaction is not a small one. We are buying and selling very important materials, so an old guy like me has to make a trip in person! The goods are in this warehouse, right?"

Uncle Zhao responded with a smile, taking the opportunity to elevate his own status.

Uncle Zhao handed over a cigarette and Zhang Tietou took it and put it in his mouth without hesitation.

"Uncle Zhao, the goods are inside. This first warehouse is for wheat and flour. Let's go in and take a look at the goods first!"

Zhang Tietou looked at Uncle Zhao with a hint of doubt, and asked directly without any polite words whether the goods were there. After saying that, he walked straight into the warehouse.

Seeing this, Uncle Zhao immediately followed.

"How is it, Uncle Zhao, are you relieved?"

Looking at the neatly stacked bags of wheat and flour in the warehouse, Zhang Tietou, holding a lantern, turned and said to Uncle Zhao.

"What do you mean by worry or not? This is Second Master's business. Why should I worry about it?"

"Don't mind me, little brother. I was a little anxious just now. After all, this involves a large amount of grain. Although I, Old Zhao, consider myself knowledgeable, this is the first time I have seen so much grain, let alone personally presided over this transaction."

Uncle Zhao's heart was finally at ease at this moment, and he put on a smile and said nice things.

"That's good, but the Second Master has instructed me to check the quality of the grain, otherwise I will have a hard time explaining myself when I return. Brother, what do you think..."

When Zhang Tietou heard this, he started to get nervous again. He knew that this was a critical link. If the quality of the grain was not good, it might affect the transaction price.

Who cares! Anyway, my brother told them to check it at will, there will be no problem, so I don’t need to worry about it! But I just feel unhappy.

"Well, of course you can. Our food is strictly screened to ensure the best quality."

Zhang Tietou said casually.

"Then should I still inspect the goods?" Uncle Zhao pretended to be embarrassed.

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhao, just check the goods. Our eldest brother said that if the quality is not good, we will not do this business, and we will also compensate Second Master for the travel expenses!"

"Okay, I'll just take a look!" Uncle Zhao walked a few steps beside the pile of bags filled with wheat, selected a bag, took out an awl and stabbed it into the bag, then immediately pulled it out.

This cone is usually hollow with deep grooves. When it is pulled out, the grooves are filled with wheat grains.

With the light from the lantern next to him, Uncle Zhao poured the wheat into his hands, looked at it for a few times, rubbed it a few times, and nodded with satisfaction.

"How's it going? Is the quality good?"

"The quality is very good, and the dryness is also very good. Don't be impatient, brother, let me look at a few more bags. After all, the Second Master trusts me so much, I have to do something to let him know."

"Okay, Uncle Zhao, take your time to look at it. I'll go over there first. You take the lantern and I'll bring it back to you later." Zhang Tietou didn't wait any longer and handed the lantern to Uncle Zhao. He went back to Huang Genwang and Cuinong, pulled over a stool and sat down next to the charcoal fire.

Uncle Zhao smiled helplessly, but he still used the grain sampler to randomly check a few bags. After all, he couldn't and didn't dare to take such a large grain business lightly.

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"Uncle Zhao, have you finished the inspection? Let's start then? It's getting late. It's still unclear whether we can finish it tonight!" Zhang Tietou said sarcastically when he saw Uncle Zhao coming over with a lantern.

"Hey, brother, please don't mind. To be honest, we all serve our own masters. I, an old man, have no choice. Please don't blame me. I will go out and arrange for someone to come in and move the goods!"

Uncle Zhao put the lantern on the small table, and took out two packs of Daqianmen from his pocket and put them on the table. He apologized and walked towards the door, ready to ask someone to come in and move the goods.

Uncle Zhao disappeared outside the door, leaving Zhang Tietou, Huang Genwang and Cuinong sitting together with a lantern and two packs of Daqianmen cigarettes in front of them.

Zhang Tietou picked up one of the packs of cigarettes, tore open the package, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then lit it with a lighter. He took a deep breath, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face. Then, he handed the cigarette box to Huang Genwang, indicating that he should have one too.

Huang Genwang took the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and lit it, then leaned back in his chair and quietly watched everything in front of him. Cuinong looked at the cigarette box on the table, feeling a little uneasy. The two families in the business seemed to not get along well, and the current atmosphere made her feel a little nervous.

Time passed minute by minute, and the warehouse was filled with a faint smell of tobacco. Zhang Tietou and Huang Genwang smoked silently, and finally waited for Uncle Zhao to bring people in to move the goods.

"Young man, there's no time to lose and start moving the goods!" Uncle Zhao shouted anxiously.

"Okay, let's get started." Zhang Tietou responded.

"Okay!" Uncle Zhao brought a scale, and Zhang Tietou brought a large steelyard. They prepared their tools and waited for the movers to move the goods out.

When the first porter carried out a bag of wheat, they immediately went forward to check the weight. After checking, both sides' scales were fine, so they started loading.

At first, each porter would carry the wheat outside and weigh it on a scale to ensure that the weight of each bag was accurate. However, as the work progressed, they found that the weight of each bag of wheat remained basically the same, at 100 kilograms per bag.

So, Uncle Zhao decided not to weigh the wheat anymore. In order to save time, he asked the porters to load the wheat onto the wagon directly. This would improve efficiency and speed up loading.

Zhang Tietou and Huang Genwang were responsible for recording the amount of wheat loaded on each wagon. They only needed to remember how many bags of wheat were loaded on each wagon, and then report the number to Cuinong in the warehouse after loading a wagon.

Such division of labor makes loading work more orderly and efficient, with everyone doing their job and completing the task quickly.

In this process, everyone plays their role and works together to ensure that the goods can be loaded onto the vehicle smoothly.