Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 206

After the expansion of the third phase of the distillery, with the increase in production, there are more and more wine dregs. At present, there is no pig farm, and the surrounding villagers are carrying back baskets to feed the pigs.

Every household basically feeds two big fat pigs, and even more.

One is kept for the Chinese New Year, smoked bacon, and the other is sold to pig dealers.

For this kind of free-range local pigs, there are very few out-of-town bosses to collect them. Basically, they are produced and sold in Qingmu Township or Qingjiang County.

This morning, a villager called Yang Zhenyu, saying that the people in the second group had started fighting.

Yang Zhenyu didn't ask anything on the phone, and hurried to the scene.

The second group was not far from home. When Yang Zhenyu arrived, Yang Guohui and Yang Chuan started arguing and arguing in the dam. The eight generations of ancestors in Sichuan were all scolded.

Yang Chuan's seniority in the village was low, so he had to call uncle when he saw Yang Zhenyu, he didn't dare to scold him back, if he scolded casually, the surrounding villagers would have to educate him.

Yang Zhenyu went up and shouted, "Yang Chuan, what are you doing? You want to beat someone up? Put down the steelyard!"

"Director Yang!"

"Director Yang!"

"Director Yang is here?"

The villagers who came to persuade the fight all called out.

Yang Chuan shook his clothes, threw the steelyard on the ground, and gave Yang Guohui a hateful look.

"What do you hate?" Yang Guohui still refused to give up. "As a villager, ask your conscience, do you feel at ease with this money?"

Listening to what Yang Guohui said and looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Zhenyu could roughly guess why they had a conflict.

"Uncle, don't keep scolding. What's the matter, let's sit down and discuss it. We are quite old, why get angry?" Yang Zhenyu persuaded.

Yang Guohui didn't say much because of Yang Zhenyu, the village director's face.

Yang Zhenyu asked: "Yang Chuan, what's the matter?"

Yang Chuan said: "Little Uncle Yang, old man Yang called me to collect pigs today. He thought I gave too little money, so he didn't sell them, and then..."

Spread your hands.

That's it for now.

Yang Zhenyu said to Yang Guohui: "Uncle, if you think that the price is low, you just don't sell it, why bother with him?"

Yang Guohui wiped his mouth with his hand, looked at Yang Zhenyu, and pointed at Yang Chuan, "Director Yang, he and those pig butchers came to trick our common people."

Yang Chuan said: "Who is not an ordinary person?"

Yang Zhenyu felt that this matter might not be that simple.

"Uncle, speak clearly slowly." Yang Zhenyu listened patiently.

Yang Guohui said: "Everyone knows that in the village, every year, my house raises the most pigs, one of which is kept for food, and the rest are sold to pig dealers like Yang Chuan.

It was okay in previous years, I can accept the price they offered, but what is the market this year?Director Yang, everyone knows the market price of pork this year, and they still charge at the original price. Isn’t this bullying us?
At first, I thought it was some pig butcher who was messing around, but I contacted several pig butchers in Qingmu Township for the same price. Director Yang, do you think there is a ghost here? "

Yang Zhenyu looked back at Yang Chuan, Yang Chuan deliberately avoided Yang Zhenyu's eyes, Yang Zhenyu walked up and said, "Yang Chuan, what price did you charge this year?"

"Ten~ten~" Yang Chuan stammered.

"12 yuan!" Yang Guohui roared.

The villagers who came to persuade the fight followed suit.

"Pork on the street is sold for 28 yuan, but the hairy pig is only charged for 12 yuan, and only fools sell it."

"Yes, every one of these pig butchers has a good heart."

"I can't wait to eat a fat baby in one bite."

"Yang Chuan, the same ancestors in the same village, it's too boring for you to do this."

Yang Chuan was speechless.

Yang Zhenyu asked Yang Chuan: "How much should I charge?"

Yang Chuan lowered his head.

Yang Zhenyu gave him a kick, and Yang Chuan replied, "You can accept seventeen or eighteen yuan."

Yang Zhenyu said, "Just accept this price."

Yang Chuan raised his head and said excitedly, "No way, Uncle Yang, I dare not accept this price."

"Why don't you dare?" Yang Zhenyu asked.

"They won't accept it."

"Which are they?"

"Those pig butchers in Qingmu Township." Yang Chuan felt aggrieved.

"Clarify the matter!" Yang Zhenyu said seriously.

Yang Chuan said: "Isn't it almost the twelfth lunar month? Pork is also selling well, and the pigs raised by everyone should be sold. Those pig butchers called me over a few days ago, and they said that this year they will use the pigs from previous years. They want to lower the price so they can make more money.”

Yang Zhenyu said: "They are stupid and you are also stupid. Don't you know what the pork market is this year?"

Yang Chuan said: "Little Uncle Yang, the pork has fallen outside, and now the pigs in the farm are also coming out. If you don't believe me, go to the supermarket and have a look. It really has dropped."

Yang Guohui said: "Can the pigs in the farm be the same as the native pigs we feed in the countryside? You are just greedy."

"Yes, I went to the market yesterday, and the pork was still sold at a price of more than [-] catties. Are you coaxing ghosts?"

Yang Chuan said: "Yes, yes, the native pigs in our place will come down in a short time, I didn't plan to work with them, after all, the old people in the village call me to collect pigs, and I can earn some money every year.

But they asked me to ask for a deposit of 3000 yuan, and everyone paid it. If someone doesn't accept the price they said, the 3000 yuan will not be refunded.

I think about it again, this price can indeed make a lot of money, so...so..."

"Who led this thing?" Yang Zhenyu asked.

"The pig butcher Luo Biao in Guanmen Village." Yang Chuan said.

"Luo Biao is not a good guy."

"Anyone in Guanmen Village who doesn't scold him, even beats his own mother, bah~"

"This kid is really bad-hearted."

"Why is there such a shameless person in Qingmu Township?"

Yang Chuan went on to say: "Luo Biao also said that if you ask about the price, you can use the price of pork in the supermarket in the city to talk about it."

Yang Zhenyu figured out the ins and outs of this matter, that is, these pig butchers in Qingmu Township unite to lower the purchase price of woolen pigs and earn more profits.

Is this going to be a monopoly?
They are sure that the pigs raised by these villagers in Qingmu Township cannot be sold?
It is estimated that behind this, Luo Biao, the leader, also communicated with pig butchers from other townships.

Just like the young man who cut his hair on the street of Qingmu Township, he abruptly called the price of a haircut to 20 yuan.

Make yourself as if you are capable and able to control the market.

Yang Zhenyu said: "Yang Chuan, you can pay the normal price."

"Little Uncle Yang, the 3000 yuan deposit..." Yang Chuan was still a little scared. It wasn't just about the money. Since these pig butchers dared to join forces, they must have no good intentions.

Yang Chuan knew that his craft of survival was collecting pigs and killing pigs, if Luo Biao took the lead to reject him, he would have a hard time in Qingmu Township.

Yang Zhenyu also seemed to see some embarrassment from his face, and waved his hand, "Everyone will not sell it for the time being, and all of them will be suppressed. I will also communicate with the village committees of other villages and let everyone suppress the stalls. I think What kind of waves can these pig butchers make?
There is no pork to sell, why don't you ask to come to your door? "

"Yes, not for sale."

"It's a big deal to smoke more bacon this year."

"Listen to Director Yang, press the bar, 12 yuan, only a fool will sell it."

(End of this chapter)