Meng Yan's Transformation

Chapter 631 Rainwater Gets into the Cafeteria Warehouse

The final exam bells had just faded, and the campus was still filled with a relaxed atmosphere after the tension. Suddenly, a torrential downpour shattered the tranquility. For days, the rain poured down, washing over the old campus buildings. The old warehouse housing the ordinary high school cafeteria was not spared; the roof tiles loosened and fell off under the onslaught, and rainwater seeped in through the cracks, quickly forming puddles inside.

The canteen manager, Chef Wang, patrolled the warehouse with a worried expression. The flour in the warehouse was food prepared for the start of the next semester. Rainwater had seeped in, and the bottoms of the flour bags were starting to get damp. If it wasn't dealt with in time, the flour would spoil and the losses would be incalculable. Chef Wang frowned, pacing back and forth in the warehouse, pondering a solution.

"Summer vacation is approaching, and many students will need to transfer their grain rations to go home." Suddenly, Master Wang had a flash of inspiration. His uncle called a meeting with the canteen staff and proposed a bold plan: before the summer vacation, give each student with a grain ration three jin of white flour. This would not only reduce the loss of flour in the warehouse due to dampness, but also provide convenience for the students.

The announcement caused quite a stir among the students. On the day they were to receive their flour, long lines formed outside the cafeteria warehouse, with students bringing all sorts of containers—basins, cloth bags, and even backpacks. Chef Wang personally supervised the distribution process to ensure that each person received exactly three jin (1.5 kg).

"Thank you, Master Wang!" a student who was about to transfer back to his rural school said gratefully. "This flour will last my family for a while." Master Wang replied with a smile, "Don't mention it. Hurry home and don't let the flour get damp again."

The crisis brought about by the rainstorm was resolved in an unexpected way. The flour in the warehouse found a place to go, the students benefited, and Mr. Wang's worries were finally put to rest.

To alleviate the overcrowding at the canteen warehouse entrance, the school leaders decided that each class's student life committee member would collect flour on their behalf, and then distribute it to each student in the classroom.

In Zhan Mengyan's class, the class's life committee member, Lu Wenmen, led several male students to carry bags of flour to the classroom and began distributing them to the students by weighing them in three-jin increments.

Some students from well-off families gave up their spots to receive flour. Zhan Mengyan accepted all the free spots, taking the spots from five classmates and receiving fifteen jin of flour in return. This made her very excited, imagining her mother being speechless with surprise when she brought home the flour.

To save time, Lu Wenmen, the class monitor, divided a 30-jin bag of flour among five people, giving the remainder to Zhan Mengyan. Because he weighed each person three jin at a time, making sure they were very tall, after five weighings, less than 15 jin remained.

Zhan Mengyan picked up the flour sack and realized she was shortchanged: "Lu Wenmen, could you please weigh my flour for me? I don't think there's fifteen jin of flour here."

"This bag of flour weighs thirty jin, and I've already set aside fifteen jin, so there's fifteen jin left. You've already taken five spots, isn't that perfect? ​​Why are you weighing it? Zhan Mengyan, don't cause trouble for no reason!"

As Lu Wenmen, the class's life committee member, spoke, he angrily threw the flour sack in front of Zhan Mengyan.

"You think fifteen pounds is fifteen pounds? You should weigh it in three pounds at a time and then weigh it out into five portions. It would be strange if it were enough."

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she picked up the scale and began to weigh herself.

"Stop weighing! Zhan Mengyan, if you want the flour, take it; if not, that's fine too! Don't cause trouble here!"

As Lu Wenmen, the class's life committee member, was speaking, he tried to snatch the scale from Zhan Mengyan's hand.