My 1995 Small Farm.

Actually, the environment in the mountains is very suitable for raising pigs.

Chen Ling has eaten improved versions of local beef and mutton.

That is to say, he has eaten beef and mutton whose quality has changed due to the influence of his own spiritual water.

The only thing I haven't eaten is better pork.

As a typical foodie, he didn't expect it to be fake.

So he also wanted to raise pigs, but he couldn't stand the smell.

I was thinking that after the deer farm, cattle farm and sheep farm on the forest farm were built, I could raise a two pigs.

As for the little sheep, he wants to try something new and raise a second generation of wild boars, which is just perfect.

Chen Ling was also looking forward to the texture of this thing.

"Professor Zhao is back? Oh, Professor Zhong is back too! That's great. I'm just waiting for them to write couplets for our family!"

There was a cheer at the entrance of the village.

"Let Lao Zhong write it for you. He is a painter, and this kind of calligraphy and painting is what he is best at. I still have to go to Fugui's house to help prepare the New Year's Eve dinner."

Zhao Yubao was as eccentric and shameless as ever. Faced with the enthusiastic villagers, he just waved his hand, smiled and left.

Old Zhong is not like that. He is thin-skinned and very concerned about his reputation, and is not good at refusing people.

If those who are very utilitarian ask for calligraphy or paintings, he will refuse them mercilessly.

But these simple folks can't do that.

He was extremely respectful to them on weekdays. If there was anything, he would ask Doll to deliver it to their home. He was very caring towards the two families who had just moved into the house.

"In the evening, I'll write to you all. Don't worry, I'll recruit Lao Zhao's men, he can't get away."

Professor Zhong gritted his teeth and said to Zhao Yubao who had already run away.

"Fugui, why are we still discussing raising pigs? Are you going to kill a pig for the New Year? If so, I'll ask Dahai to pick the best ones, and we'll kill the New Year pig this afternoon."

Zhao Yubao walked over and took out a note after seeing Chen Ling and the other person talking.

"I've written this down. I asked in the county town, which village nearby raises the best pigs?"

"Uncle, you don't have to do that. Just find two from our village. The Lishan family, the Baoliang family, and the Baoshuan family are all fine."

Chen Ling didn't even see that he remembered the note. Whose pigs around here could compare with those in his own village?
The water and soil around Chenwangzhuang are affected by himself and are different from other places.

Although it does not affect the villagers, the quality of the pigs is definitely much better than that in other villages because they are fed with grass and leftovers.

There is no need to say more about this.

It's a subtle influence, not that obvious, but it's been a year.

At the end of the year, pork is no longer the same as ordinary pork.

"Ah? Then I remembered it in vain. I also said that if it really doesn't work, we can go to Kuliu County to have a look. There are many pig farms in their county! Many of them are large white pigs!"

Zhao Yubao said with regret.

"No, uncle, don't you know, they all say that white pork is more abundant? Thick?"

"Yes, that's what they say. Besides, the big white pig looks clean and is much fatter than the black pig. I think the meat must be more delicious."

Zhao Yubao swallowed his saliva as he spoke. Influenced by Chen Ling and the others, the old men also began to learn to enjoy all kinds of delicacies.

When I see something delicious or think about something delicious, I can’t help but feel greedy.

"That's all nonsense. Let Dahai drive to Kuliu County this afternoon to buy a few pounds of meat. Come back and compare it with the pigs here. You'll be able to taste it then."

Chen Ling shook his head. People nowadays don't pay too much attention to things like pure natural and pollution-free.

I don't really understand the various hazards of hormones, feed additives, etc.

Still adhering to the simple thinking of the traditional Chinese nation, the bigger the food, the better it is, and the thicker and more meat it has, the tastier it is.

In short, we still cannot escape the misconception that big is beautiful.

“Since you said so, Fugui, it must not taste good, so forget it.”

Zhao Yubao himself didn't know that he had actually eaten white pork in the city, but he had never eaten a whole pig and had the pleasure of slaughtering it on the spot.

"Well, according to Fugui, does that mean white pigs can't be raised?"

The boy from the Li family asked quickly, saying that he was planning to raise white pigs next year.

"It's not that they can't be raised, but they are sold faster than native pigs, so you can get money faster. But the meat is definitely not as good as our native pigs." Chen Ling had nothing to hide from his fellow villagers: "The price of pork is not bad now, more than five yuan at the end of the year, nearly six yuan per catty.

It takes a normal native pig a year to grow to 200 kilograms for slaughter. Even if you castrate the pig and prevent it from breeding, and just let it grow meat honestly, it will still take a year at most.

Sometimes, after a year, the weight may not even reach 200 kilograms.

This large white pig is different. It grows meat very quickly and can be fattened up with feed. It can be sold in about half a year.

Sometimes, even if you raise the pigs for seven or eight months, you can still make money earlier than our black soil pigs.

For pig farms, the price of live pigs is only five yuan per catty, not five or six yuan per catty. That means they can earn an extra thousand yuan per pig per year."

Each pig can earn an extra thousand yuan a year, which is not a small sum for a pig farm in this day and age.

"So, large white pigs can be raised?"

When the boy heard this, he became excited again. He just got married, and who wouldn't want to make more money?

Life will be better when I have a baby.

"You can raise them, but if you want to have them ready for slaughter in more than half a year, you have to feed them, which is a lot of trouble..."

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Chen Ling told him what happened.

If you want to raise white pigs and market them early, you have to start investing.

It is very different from raising local pigs at home and waiting to slaughter them and eat meat during the Chinese New Year.

We raise our own pigs and feed them some leftover rice and pig grass in a messy way.

If kept in a dry toilet, it will usually eat fresh human feces, just like a dog, which is very dirty.

It is not easy to gain more than 100 kilograms in a year.

It’s because you don’t eat enough and don’t gain weight.

"There is a farm for raising white pigs in Feigeying, and it's a small farm. They said they invested 7,000 kilograms of grain in the first half of this year. They can make money, but not as much as you think. It's a daydream to make a pure profit of 1,000 yuan per pig."

What Chen Ling was talking about was Han Chuang's father-in-law's family.

There are many factories in Huangni Town, and people there like to do some small business. Feigeying is not far away, and influenced by them, it became the first family in the surrounding area to raise white pigs.

"I know, I know. Fugui knows more."

The boy from the Li family nodded and muttered to himself, saying that raising one or two pigs would help them gain weight faster than black pigs, and he would be satisfied if he could sell each pig for 100 or 200 yuan more than the black pigs of previous years.

Nowadays, for country people, ten dollars is enough to have a good New Year.

If you can sell the pigs you raise all year for an extra hundred dollars, that can make a family happy for a long time.

"Okay, this kid isn't greedy."

Zhao Yubao said with a smile as he followed Chen Ling towards home.

"Whether they are greedy or not, most of the villagers think so. They don't have the courage to invest too much."

Chen Ling has long been accustomed to the fact that he has no confidence without money.

There are so many people in the village who want to follow his trend and raise this and that, but so far none of them has succeeded.

It's not that he was hiding anything. Even if he taught all his skills except his spiritual water, it would still be difficult to accomplish.

The key is the issue of spending money, which stops everyone.

Going into an unknown field with no clear vision and doing things with unknown results is a painful investment, just thinking about taking money out of your own pocket is enough to make you feel painful.

Chen Ling doesn't look down on the villagers.

I don’t think they are disappointing.

He knew clearly that once a person supports a family, he would have to spend money on food, clothing, housing and transportation, and it would be difficult to come up with too much money.

This is really poor.

So starting from the second half of the year, he no longer thought about sharing his ornamental fish with the villagers.

Because it is useless, they can't raise it well.

We only call them over when we need to pick wild fruits in the mountains or buy crayfish, or when we need workers to build a site, and there is no investment required.

This does not mean that he does not help his fellow villagers make money.

Sometimes I just can't carry it. (End of this chapter)