In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

Regardless, he had to give Director Zhao face; if he was asked to go, he would go.

After dinner, a group of people went to Wang Xingguo's house after learning that he had returned from his business trip.

Wang Xingguo could only go outside and chat with everyone for a while before they went to the security department's office to discuss the winter vegetable storage.

The matter is actually very simple. Everyone felt that last year's model was suitable, so they continued to do it this year, collecting the vegetables themselves, transporting them back, and distributing them. This way, they could get better vegetables.

Basically, I just chopped the old vegetable leaves more thoroughly, unlike others who were more perfunctory, so that more vegetables were edible.

Everyone was talking at once, saying it was almost impossible to replicate last year's situation.

Since trust stores can't take holidays now, and they haven't been mobilized, they naturally won't have time to deal with it.

This year, the Beginning of Winter falls on November 8th, which is too late. It's impossible to wait until it's close to the Beginning of Winter to harvest vegetables, otherwise, after a frost, the Chinese cabbage will not be able to be stored for the winter.

Therefore, this year's winter vegetable storage will begin on October 26th. The cabbages in the fields need to be harvested before the start of winter to prevent them from being frozen.

Wang Xingguo didn't interrupt. He also felt it was unrealistic. Things were different now than before. In the past, he was the one in charge. He could give the night market a few days off to work on winter vegetable storage, and that would be the amount of time off he wanted.

After discussing for a long time without reaching a conclusion, the only solution was to count the number of people and have the neighborhood office apply to set up a winter vegetable sales point so that everyone could buy winter vegetables according to the schedule.

After the pointless meeting, Wang Xingguo yawned and returned home. He said a few words to everyone before they all went back to rest.

After spending five days at home with his wife and children, Wang Xingguo was recalled to work.

Looking at the smiling Director Ma in the office, Wang Xingguo said with a hint of disdain, "Director Ma, you promised to make up for my lost vacation days. What does this mean?"

Director Ma said helplessly, "Section Chief Wang, this is not my fault. You have to clean up the mess you made at Malan Farm."

Wang Xingguo was dumbfounded and said, "What the heck? When did I do anything at the farm?"

Director Ma didn't speak, but instead took out a document and handed it to Wang Xingguo.

Wang Xingguo looked at it and felt completely distraught.

The notice read: "[Comrade Wang Xingguo has applied to purchase fifty fattened pigs and two hundred sheep for Malan Farm. The application has been approved by higher authorities, and the purchase funds have been allocated. Comrade Wang Xingguo will be immediately arranged to go to Shaoguan Prefecture to purchase the fattened pigs...]"

He looked at Director Ma with disbelief and said, "What do you mean? When did I submit this application? No, Director Ma, you can't just make up false information like this. I never submitted this application."

Director Ma suppressed a laugh and asked, "Were you drinking with people from Malan Farm?"

Wang Xingguo's mind went blank for a moment, and he immediately remembered the time when the general and Chief of Staff Song had been pouring him drinks.

Because they were all watching him drink, he couldn't cheat using his spatial abilities, and that's how he got drunk...

Director Ma finally laughed, saying with a hint of schadenfreude, "This isn't unusual. Quite a few comrades have fallen for it. They get you drunk and then call asking for supplies. Since you're drunk, you can't refuse anything they say. It's not really a scam. The leaders take the work there very seriously, so the supplies they urgently need are always their top priority. You're just unlucky to run into them asking for supplies; you have no choice but to work overtime."

Wang Xingguo sighed, "These guys with thick eyebrows and big eyes are really shameless. They want supplies, but why are they making me work overtime? This trip to Shaoguan Prefecture and then transporting them there will take more than a month..."

There's no use being upset. Assigning him tasks is a sign of trust, so Wang Xingguo has no choice but to do them honestly.

That evening, Wang Xingguo took ten people and boarded the train.

Our destination this time is Yingde County in Shaoguan Prefecture.

This county has many paddy fields, where sweet potatoes and cassava are grown. It also has abundant rice bran feed, making it a major pig-exporting county in Shaoguan Prefecture.

Moreover, Yingde County is located right next to the Beijing-Guangzhou Railway, so the live pigs collected can be transported directly to Yingde Station and then transported back to Beijing.

However, once they arrive at the destination, they need to coordinate with local food companies to complete the purchase and transport the goods back.

Moreover, a single freight car carrying fresh produce can hold eighty pigs, and enough sweet potatoes need to be purchased for temporary feeding, which involves a lot of work.

After two days, two nights, and five hours, Wang Xingguo and his entourage arrived in Yingde County.

The staff here were already waiting, and upon seeing this, they quickly stepped forward to shake hands and exchange pleasantries.

After exchanging pleasantries, Wang Xingguo asked, "Director Liang, has the purchase of live pigs here been completed?"

Director Liang looked troubled: "Commissioner Wang, it's not that we're not trying, but we simply don't have any qualified pigs to sell. Our county just took away a batch of qualified pigs about two weeks ago, and we didn't expect the higher authorities to issue another quota so quickly. We really don't have any qualified pigs to buy!"

Wang Xingguo frowned and asked, "What's going on? This is no joke. A county can't even collect eighty qualified pigs? Director Liang, are you kidding me?"

Director Liang didn't hide anything and directly took out the food company's logbook, which listed the number and weight of pigs in various locations. Indeed, none of the pigs weighed more than 100 jin (50 kg).

Wang Xingguo rubbed his forehead and asked, "Really not? This should record publicly raised pigs. I remember you have both public and private operations here, so privately raised pigs should meet the standards, right?"

Director Liang quickly explained, "Yes, there are indeed some privately raised pigs that meet the standards, but you don't know that these privately raised pigs cannot be purchased at the price set by the government..."

Wang Xingguo finally understood: it wasn't that there weren't enough pigs, but that they couldn't be purchased at the agreed-upon price.

Wang Xingguo asked Accountant Yu, who had come with him, "How much is the procurement budget allocated this time?"

Accountant Yu replied, "Section Chief Wang, the budget for this trip is four thousand yuan, which includes the cost of purchasing eighty pigs, the cost of feeding them during transportation, and our activity expenses."

Wang Xingguo exclaimed in surprise, "So the purchase price for a pig is only around forty yuan?"

Accountant Yu nodded and said, "Yes, the task of purchasing live pigs has always been based on a price of 35 to 45 cents per pound. This figure is calculated based on the fact that all 80 pigs weigh more than 100 pounds, and the cost is calculated at 40 cents per pound."

Director Liang looked troubled: "Commissioner Wang, this is the situation. We're also facing financial difficulties and can't advance the funds to purchase privately raised pigs..."

Wang Xingguo sighed and said, "I understand. Let's arrange accommodation first, catch up on some sleep, and then we'll go buy the pigs."

With no other option, Wang Xingguo had to pay out of his own pocket to buy the pigs. He even began to suspect that his superiors had assigned him to this purchasing job so that he would embezzle funds.

Otherwise, it's just a matter of collecting a few pigs; would it really be necessary for a general like myself to go out and collect them?