Chapter 599 Donate the pot!

Chapter 599 Donate the pot!

kitchen knife!

Iron pot!

And they are all very new items, even better than the ones they use at home!

Such a good thing, should we really donate it? ?

Even if you go out and exchange it for scrap metal, you can get twice as much, right?

Chen Jun squatted down without any regret and started to remove the wooden handle.

Since you are donating ten kilograms, it must be the full ten kilograms, without any water or impurities.

"Hey, Chen Jun, please don't tear them down. These are all good stuff!" The third uncle Yan Bugui's eyelids twitched as he watched. He wished he could snatch all the kitchen knives and iron pots from Chen Jun, and then go out to buy ten kilograms of scrap iron for Chen Jun.

"What's wrong with good things? As long as I can contribute to the country, I won't feel bad about it, no matter how good it is!"

Chen Jun waved his hand indifferently, and then said: "The batch donated by Lin Yao last time was better than these!"

After a while, Chen Jun removed the wooden handles from the kitchen knife and the iron pot, threw them aside, then piled the kitchen knife and the iron pot on the scale and waved to the second uncle's bangs.

"Uncle, let's get on the scale. Please take note of the number!"

Liu Haizhong on the side nodded, and then weighed the iron himself.

"Twelve pounds and one ounce and three ounces! So tall!"

Liu Haizhong shouted excitedly. He didn't expect that the iron donated by Chen Jun was not only of good quality, but also exceeded the standard in quantity.

With him taking the lead, we can definitely accomplish the task.

"Oh, what a pity!" Many people in the hospital sighed.

Although these irons weigh a little more than twelve pounds, if these kitchen knives and iron pots are sold, they can be exchanged for at least twenty pounds, or even more than thirty pounds of scrap iron.

After the third uncle Yan Bugui wrote down the specific weight of the iron donated by the Chen family in the notebook, Chen Jun glanced at the Jia family.

"Jia Dongxu, is it your turn next?"

"Hmph, wait!" Jia Dongxu snorted coldly, unwilling to admit defeat, then turned around and went back to the house.

After a while, Jia Dongxu came out carrying a torn bag.

Just like Chen Jun’s action just now, he poured out all the iron in the bag.

"Please weigh it, Uncle. I'm sure these irons are of the correct weight!"

Jia Dongxu was not as generous as Chen Jun, who would not spend twelve kilograms at a time, as that would cost a lot more money, so the total weight of his iron was exactly ten kilograms, not a bit more.

Liu Haizhong was about to take action, but he stopped when he looked down.

"No, Jia Dongxu, what the hell are these? The iron is of poor quality, but why are there wooden lumps and rags? If you hand these things over, you'll be causing trouble for the country. Go now!"

What the hell?

Jia Dongxu's face froze when he heard this. He looked down at the iron that had been poured out and said stubbornly, "The wooden lump was locked up. The country also needs charcoal for iron smelting. It's the same thing!"

"Same shit!"

Liu Haizhong muttered something in dissatisfaction, then began to take out the wood and cloth strips from the iron with his own hands.

He had anticipated this situation, so in order to prevent unqualified people from filling in the gaps, he would carefully check every family.

If everyone donated 11 or 12 kilograms like Chen Jun did, or if the quality of the iron is so good, it wouldn't matter if they brought a little wood.

But a piece of rubbish like Jia Dongxu's scrap metal still wants to use a lump of wood to make up for it?

Without even thinking about it!

Liu Haizhong quickly picked out the garbage from the iron, and then threw it on the scale, and got the amount of iron donated by Jia Dongxu.

Eight pounds and seven ounces.

"Oh my, look at how arrogant you are. I thought you weighed twenty kilograms, but it turns out you weigh less than ten kilograms. How fucking embarrassing!" Xu Damao would not miss any opportunity to mock the Jia family.

Hearing Xu Damao's ridicule, Jia Dongxu felt a burning pain on his face, as if he had been slapped in the face.

If you count the wood and cloth strips that are removed from the bangs, it would definitely weigh up to ten kilograms.

But Chen Jun removed the wooden handle when he put it on the scale just now. If I argue about this, I will definitely be laughed at by people in the yard.

Especially Xu Damao, he would definitely chase after me and mock me, making me lose face.

"Xu Damao, what are you yelling about? I haven't finished donating yet!"

With that, Jia Dongxu turned around angrily and strode into the house.

Ouch? Jia Dongxu still has stock?

Xu Damao couldn't help scratching his chin, feeling that he had underestimated Jia Dongxu.

But as soon as the thought came to his mind, he couldn't help but take a breath.

Jia Dongxu actually came out of the house carrying an iron pot.

"Dangdang!"

"Second uncle, weigh this iron pot, I guarantee it will be very high!" Jia Dongxu's eyes were red and he looked fierce.

"Dongxu, are you crazy?" Qin Huairu shouted, trying to snatch the iron pot back: "Second uncle, this pot cannot be donated."

Apart from this small iron pot, the only thing left in their house was the big iron pot on the earthen stove. Without the small pot, cooking would be much more troublesome. They had to light firewood to heat the pot every time, and they could not cook while cooking, which would greatly increase the cooking time.

Now donating an iron pot only requires a few words, but buying it back in the future won’t be that easy.

Nowadays, buying an iron pot is not as easy as before. It not only requires money, but also industrial coupons.

"Donate!" Jia Dongxu stopped Qin Huairu and said in a very affirmative tone.

He was confident that with 8.7 jin and this iron pot, he would definitely be able to beat Chen Jun.

Will cooking be troublesome?

He doesn't cook, so he definitely doesn't mind the trouble.

"The iron pot weighs three pounds and four ounces~~" Liu Haizhong yelled, and then hurriedly called out, "Old Yan, quickly remember that Jia Dongxu donated twelve pounds and one ounce of iron."

What the hell, it’s just a little bit off?

Jia Dongxu was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and even wanted to donate the spatulas in his home.

But Liu Haizhong gathered his iron together, turned around and looked at Jia Zhang.

"How about we call yours first?"

At the beginning, Jia Zhang made a harsh statement, asking Jia Dongxu to donate ten kilograms, and his family to donate another eight kilograms, for a total of eighteen kilograms.

Now that Jia Dongxu has had enough, it’s time to look at Jia Zhang’s side.

Jia Zhang glanced at Liu Haizhong and said nothing. She just silently threw the bag under the bench over.

Liu Haizhong picked out the things inside and then began to weigh them.

Hiss, that's not right!

Why is it only one pound and one ounce?

This is a far cry from eight kilograms.

"Ms. Jia Zhang, this is wrong. We had agreed before that your family would donate eight kilograms and Jia Dongxu would donate ten kilograms." The situation Liu Haizhong expected still happened, so he frowned and said.

It would be fine if the iron that Jia Zhang took out was one or two pounds short, after all, Jia Dongxu took a separate portion.

But it's not just a difference of one or two kilograms, it's only a little over one kilogram, which is outrageous.

If she doesn't give an explanation, it will be troublesome if other people in the hospital end up like her.

Your family is short of three kilograms, and his family is short of five kilograms, so the iron donation is ruined.