Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 216
Early in the morning, Yang Zhenyu and Yang Song went to Guanmen Village in Yang Chuan's pig collection cart. The pig collection cart was a second-hand double cab that Yang Chuan bought in the county, and it was no problem to pull two cows.

Yang Chuan felt that Yang Zhenyu went to Guanmen Village to collect pigs for Luo Biao.

He is now determined to hang out with the Yangjiawan Village Committee, and he can't think of so much. If there is a conflict in a while, it's okay to go up and get punched twice.

The double-cab drive to the entrance of the village.

Several people got off.

Yang Zhenyu walked directly to the pigsty of this family at the entrance of the village and took a look.

The big fat pig is estimated to be more than two hundred and three.

The old woman saw Yang Zhenyu and the others face each other, and called her wife to go up together. The old man asked, "Young man, what are you doing?"

Yang Zhenyu said: "Master, we are here to collect pigs, will you sell this big fat pig in your pen?"

The old man and the old woman looked at each other and said hesitantly, "I want to sell, someone has called me, come here this afternoon to procrastinate."

Yang Zhenyu guessed that it should be Luo Biao's group of pig butchers, and he probably was still snoring in bed at the moment.

"Master, did the person who asked you to collect the pigs give you a deposit?" Yang Zhenyu asked.

The old man shook his head and said, "It's Luo Biao, the pig butcher in our village, who wants it. All the pigs in this village are sold to him."

Yang Zhenyu then asked: "How much does he charge per catty?"

The old woman said excitedly: "A few days ago, we said that last year's price was closed, but we didn't sell it, but it went up again later, and now the price is 67."

Yang Zhenyu said: "Master, if you sell it to me, I'll take eighteen."

"eighteen!"

The old man was surprised and looked back at the old woman.

The old woman whispered: "I haven't heard of such a high fee."

"Young man, where are you from? I've never seen you before." The old man inquired.

"From Yangjiawan Village."

"Oh! I know about Yangjiawan Village. I have a niece who married into your Yangjiawan." The old man smiled.

Yang Zhenyu said: "Qingmu Township is just as big as a palm, full of relatives and acquaintances, I am also a native of the local area, sir, don't worry, I will not resist you.

Come on, smoke, sir. "

Yang Zhenyu looked at him holding a bong in his hand, took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it up.

The old man accepted it.

Yang Zhenyu said: "Uncle and Auntie, if you think it can be sold, I will overweight it."

Of course the two old people want to sell it, one catty is expensive, and more than 200 catties can earn more than 200 yuan. In the eyes of these rural elderly, 200 yuan is already a big sum, and a fool would not sell it.

"Sell, sell, sell!" said the old woman.

The old man whispered, "Why did Luo Biao come this afternoon?"

"What else can I say? To tell you the truth, someone will sell it for 18 yuan." The old woman is not afraid of Luo Biao, a bunch of old bones, what can she do with her?
If you hurt your arms and legs, just go and live in his home for the elderly. The national government will not ignore this kind of thing.

"Sell, sell, sell!" the old man waved.

Yang Zhenyu said to Yang Chuan: "Go and see if it is a feed pig first, is it healthy?"

Yang Chuan is old and has rich experience, and he only weighed it after confirming that it was a local pig fed with grain.

The big fat pig was dragged out and weighed, humming non-stop.

The two men Yang Zhenyu and Yang Song raised the scale, and Yang Chuan weighed it, "Master, come and take a look, it's 236 catties, not much more."

The old man has also raised pigs for decades, and he estimated the weight in his heart, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

Yang Zhenyu put down the scale, took out a stack of money from his pocket and counted it to the old man, "Master, 236 catties, a total of 4248 yuan for you, right?"

The old man can still do the math, he said on his lips and thought in his heart, nodded and said, "Yes, 4248, yes."

When the old woman heard that the account was correct, she stretched out her hand to take the money from Yang Zhenyu.

The old man excitedly said: "Give me a fraction, and I'll buy a few catties of cigarettes."

The two old men were arguing about the money distribution, when the people under the ridge heard the pigs squawking and ran up to have a look.

"Uncle Li, did you sell the pig?"

The old man turned around and said, "Sell it, sell it."

The old woman followed and said, "Sanba, the boss charges 18 yuan a catty, so you can sell it too."

"A lot? 18 yuan?"

Yang Zhenyu looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Yes, Uncle, you have pigs in your family that you can sell to me. I will charge you 18 yuan a catty."

"Scratch now (give cash on the spot)?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Scratch now!" Yang Zhenyu nodded.

"That's fine, you drive down the car." The middle-aged man took Yang Zhenyu to his home, "Little brother, where are you from?"

"It's from Yangjiawan."

"Yangjiawan is not far from here, it's in the same township."

"Yes, I used to do pig business outside. I heard that the pigs in the house are doing well this year. I want to come back and take care of everyone."

"You are a good young man. You are from your hometown in your heart."

Walking to the pigsty, pointing to the pigs in the pigsty, "Look, there are two big fat pigs, one is sold, and the other is kept for the Chinese New Year."

Yang Chuan parked the car at the dam and came up with the scale beam.

"Let's weigh it!" Yang Zhenyu said.

The middle-aged man said: "I'll go in and get you an apron, it's very dirty."

Several people dragged the pig out together, weighed it and got into the car.

"Uncle, 216 catties, a total of 3888 yuan."

Yang Zhenyu gave cash.

"Are you going to collect it next year? I'll keep it for you." The middle-aged man said.

When Luo Biao collects pigs in the village, he always gives half of them first, and sells the other half. Although it is only a day or two apart, the villagers are still worried about him. Yang Zhenyu's way of picking up pigs on the spot must be more liked by the villagers of Guanmen Village. .

The main reason is that it is one yuan more than what Luo Biao offered.

I heard that someone was collecting woolen pigs for 18 yuan, and several households around came to inquire about it. They saw that after Yang Zhenyu gave the cash, they all wanted to sell it.

It's useless to run very far, the double-cab seat has already dragged five big fat pigs.

Yang Chuan said: "Little Uncle Yang, if I received it here today, I won't be able to fit it in."

Yang Zhenyu glanced at the crowded trunk, nodded and said, "Let's take it here first. If you collect too much, you have to drag it to the county slaughterhouse. It's troublesome. It's appropriate to take four or five heads back every day."

After getting in the car, Yang Zhenyu leaned out the car window and said to the villagers in Guanmen Village who sold pigs today, "If there are still households selling pigs in the village, I will come back tomorrow."

"Okay, young man, I'll help you promote it."

The middle-aged woman laughed while holding a red ticket.

The pigs were taken away, and the effect was achieved.

It is estimated that today, the villagers in the entire Guanmen Village know that someone has come to the village to collect 18 yuan for woolen pigs.

The most uncomfortable one should be Luo Biao, and then it spread to other villages, and the pig butchers who followed him would not be very comfortable.

Yang Zhenyu dragged the pig back and killed it, and assigned it to households willing to help smoke the bacon, promising them a salary of 500 yuan.

500 yuan to help smoke bacon, the villagers are of course willing to do it, the seasoning costs tens of dollars, the firewood is the firewood of their own firewood, and they have to burn firewood for cooking every day, and they have to cook in winter. The night has basically not been extinguished, and it can earn more than 400 yuan if it is smoked like this for ten days. For many villagers, it is a big deal.

But for those villagers who already sold bacon, they made too much money now.

One pig sold for the price of two pigs.

Except for the 500 yuan, Yang Zhenyu still made a lot of money.

230 catties of pigs are only 18 yuan at the price of 4140 yuan. After the slaughter, there are almost 180 catties of pork. Excluding the head and the loss in the process of making bacon, there are also 120 catties of bacon. Bacon, cured steak, cured pig If the hoof is converted into an average price of 55, it can also earn 6600.

Subtracting the purchase price of 4140, there are 2460 left, and after subtracting the 500 yuan smoked by the villagers, there are 1960 left.

In the end, excluding Yang Chuan's pig slaughtering fee and transportation fee, the net income of about 1500 yuan can be guaranteed.

When Yang Zhenyu assigned them to the villagers, he said: "Don't cut corners. Customers will take it home this year and enjoy the taste. There will definitely be many repeat customers tomorrow. We want to do long-term business."

The villagers smiled and nodded, knowing why.

Yang Zhenyu returned to the village committee and arranged for the next stage of work. He sold live pigs for one day and went out to collect pigs for one day. The number of pigs to be collected was determined according to the number of orders.

He wasn't worried about not receiving pigs at all now, but Luo Biao and his gang should be worried.

If Luo Biao followed suit with [-], he would charge [-], because profits were always higher than Luo Biao's. In a price war, those pig dealers would lose all their underwear.

……

When Luo Biao woke up, Yang Zhenyu had already taken away the pig he had greeted.

In the afternoon, I went to Old Man Li’s house at the entrance of the village with the pig-killing tools. I took a look at the pigsty and asked suspiciously, “Old man, where is your pig?”

"sold!"

"Sold?" Luo Biao said excitedly, "Didn't it be agreed the day before yesterday, should I come to procrastinate this afternoon?"

The old woman said: "Someone came to charge 18 yuan a catty in the morning, and we sold them all."

"All sold?" Luo Biao looked confused, "How many households around have sold?"

The old woman nodded.

Luo Biao must be angry in his heart, but how dare he vent his anger on the two old people. Only a fool would do this. Although he does things with hatred, he is not a fool.

"I love you..."

Luo Biao waved his hand, "Forget it, I don't have time to talk about it here."

Carrying the things, he went to other households to collect pigs.

"Luo Biao, you can't sell it for 17 yuan. They all sold it for 18 yuan this morning."

Okay.

Now they are asking for 18 yuan.

Luo Biao couldn't find anyone to lose his temper, and he was about to sell it in the morning when he rushed to the market tomorrow. He shook his hands and said, "Forget it, it's 18 yuan for 18 yuan. Drag the pig out and kill it here. I'll go back and drive to drag it."

In order to catch up with this episode, he temporarily bowed his head to a profit of one dollar.

On the day of the market, several pig butchers set up stalls to buy meat as usual, and went to the beef restaurant for a meal as usual when they were sold out.

Someone said: "The sun is on fire, I don't know which son of a bitch came to the village to make trouble, and charged 18 yuan a catty."

Luo Biao said, "You also charged 18 yuan?"

"That's right, Brother Biao, someone charges 18, can you receive it at 17 now?"

Luo Biao also shook his head: "I also accept [-]. In this way, when we go back, we must first decide which pigs will be sold."

"I don't think it's necessary. The price of 18 yuan for woolen pigs is already very high, can it be [-] times higher?"

"Twenty, and earn a ball, I'm afraid that Guier is not so stupid."

(End of this chapter)