Era: 1979 From mountain man to richest man

Chapter 139 Precognitive dream, huge sum of money, six tons of feed, watch
In the second dream, heavy rains elsewhere caused the water level of the Wangjiahe Dam to surge. By three o'clock in the afternoon, the bridge deck was already submerged.

In the third dream, pig farms in the province introduced foreign "Big Yorkshire" and "Landrace pigs" to start pilot breeding, but this kind of pigs are not currently promising.

In the fourth dream, there is a batch of rapeseed oil residue in the oil pressing mill in the county that has not yet been sold. I am looking for a unit to eat it all at once. The unit price is 100 kilograms a piece. There are about six tons of rapeseed oil residue in total, which costs 12,000 yuan. It looks like a thousand catties, which is 40 cents cheaper than the price per hundred catties sold by various communes.

In the fifth dream, the news that the Song family was rich reached the grandmother's house, and the second aunt planned to introduce her natal daughter to the two Song brothers for a blind date.

In the sixth dream, Su Yu found out about Lin Yong's rumors and reported him directly to his superior unit.

In the seventh dream, Shi Xiaona played too much and contracted a heart disease and was admitted to the hospital.

In the eighth dream, his third uncle Song Shoubao told his lover the news of the divorce and wanted to take him to meet his family. The other party rejected him and suggested that he must show sincerity in order to get married. The third uncle had no choice but to decide to find someone to marry him. Father Song Chaoyang discussed.

In the ninth dream, Kong Fan received reliable news that he had outstanding political achievements and would be transferred to a big city in the south after the year. Lin Huifang was extremely happy.

In the tenth dream, Qin Wanshan invited the Song family to dinner at night, saying that he wanted to discuss the marriage between Song Chaodong and Qin Rou.

The next day came in a blink of an eye.

After finishing breakfast, Song Chaoyang washed up and went out.

And we must go back before 3 o'clock this afternoon, at least through the bridge of Wangjiahe Dam.

Speaking of making money, if there are no surprises in the new contract, after Sister Mei signs it, she will be able to get an initial printing fee today.

Yesterday, Fang Yan said that he had lost his talent as an editor, and today it seems that he was indeed right.

This was accompanied by Lao Jin’s shout:
"Xiao Song, get up and have breakfast."

On weekdays, many people go to the commune's oil refinery to buy some rapeseed oil residue.

I didn't expect that Zhu Xiao's matter would have a follow-up.

Otherwise, you have to wait for the water to subside or cross the river by ferry.

But after doing the math, if you can earn 48 cents from a hundred kilograms, you can earn yuan from six tons, and you might be able to cut some of the price by then, in which case you can earn more.

In addition, Song Chaoyang planned to buy some of the rapeseed oil residue in the fourth dream and feed it to the pigs.

However, there is a lot of useful information in it.

And you need to transport things back yourself.

The price over there is 100 to yuan per kilograms.

This is without adding other things. If you add some grain, pigweed and the like, it will last longer.

Sister Mei was probably not in a good mood, so she forced out a smile and nodded to Song Chaoyang:

When they came outside the room, Sister Mei had already finished her breakfast.

Song Chaoyang has not written anything in the county town in the past two days, so it is not bad to be able to make such a fortune.

I had ten dreams, and time indeed passed a long time.

As soon as he put his things at the front desk of the guest house, he saw Song Chaoyang coming down from upstairs.

"Okay, come right away." Song Chaoyang responded.

Rapeseed oil residue is very nutritious and can improve the meat yield of pigs.

A bag of meat buns and two eggs were not touched at all, and I only drank the soy milk in the lunch box.

Eating six tons at one time is simply a pig farm level purchase.

It's not easy to make money these days, but the money can be spent fairly well.

"Good morning!" Song Chaoyang smiled and greeted Sister Mei.

Lao Jin went to deliver breakfast to other people on the side.

Forty-eight doesn't sound like much, but the twenty people working in Song Chaoyang's family only make eight yuan a day in total.

This 48 yuan is almost enough to cover six days' wages for these 20 people.

As soon as Song Chaoyang opened his eyes, he heard a knock on the door.

At this time he realized that it was almost 8 o'clock in the morning.

However, six tons is indeed a bit much. It would cost more than a hundred yuan to buy it all. Maybe you can buy it back and sell it to the pig farmers in the village at the commune price.

It looks like he has no appetite.

Lao Jin opened the door and got breakfast in his hand.

Thinking of this, Song Chaoyang ate breakfast a little faster.

Song Chaoyang drove all the rapeseed oil residue back and sold it in the village. As long as the price was not higher than the commune price, no one could accuse him of speculating.

And this is a good thing for the convenience of fellow villagers.

But these 6 tons are indeed a lot. According to an adult pig eating about four kilograms of food a day, six tons of rapeseed oil residue is enough to feed a hundred pigs for a month.

It would be impossible for anyone else to be as comprehensive as he is.

I started taking good care of these people early in the morning.

The most shocking one is of course the murder in the first dream.

After returning to the room with breakfast, Song Chaoyang sat at the table and ate while looking at the clock on the wall.

"morning."

Song Chaoyang didn't waste any time and directly asked if the contract given to her yesterday was ready?

Can you sign it?

At this time, Sister Mei directly took out the documents Song Chaoyang gave him last night.

He said that he received the news of approval from above in the morning and had signed all the official seals and handwriting.

Hearing what she said, Song Chaoyang stepped forward and took over the contract.

I carefully looked at the official seals, signatures, fingerprints, and seam seals in various places, and they were all done.

There are two copies of this document, one for the company and one for Song Chaoyang.

Then Song Chaoyang carefully checked the content and confirmed that it was the copy he got yesterday. Sister Mei had not added or modified it.

Then he put the contract away with confidence.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate." Song Chaoyang smiled and extended his hand.

"Ha..." Sister Mei twitched her lips.

Next, it is time to fulfill the responsibilities of both parties in accordance with the contract.

The first thing of course is the first printing fee that should be paid to Song Chaoyang.

The so-called first printing fee is actually a benefit for writers.

To put it simply, the publishing house gives profits to the writer in advance.

Regardless of whether the printed book sells or not, the author gets his share of the profits first.

If you print more later, you can just share it according to the proportion of the contract.

The large-scale color comic books from Oriental Publishing House are priced at 38 cents nationwide, and the first printing volume is 100,000 copies.

Song Chaoyang's contract share is 30%.

That is to say, Song Chaoyang wants to get eleven thousand four this time.

At this time, a Jiefang Automobile costs RMB 212, a Capital Jeep costs RMB million, and a sedan costs RMB .

It can be regarded as a big car fragment.

If converted according to the market price of gold, his first printing fee this time can buy 389 grams of gold in one go.

If this were the price of gold when Song Chaoyang traveled through time, the more than 10,000 first printing fee in his hand would be equivalent to more than 180,000 when he time traveled.

It’s already pretty good.

And this is still the first printing fee, and there will be subsequent dividends.

With excitement, Song Chaoyang followed Sister Mei to the finance department to withdraw the first printing fee of 11,400 yuan.

Then he signed and fingerprinted, and the matter was considered completed.

Getting so much cash at once made Song Chaoyang feel more excited than getting that piece of gold.

By the time Song Chaoyang had settled the matter.

Fang Yan just walked out of the room.

He seemed to have deliberately avoided this period of time and let Song Chaoyang and Sister Mei handle the matter.

In this way, even if Sister Mei wants to pull him to say something, there is nothing she can do.

It's just that he would never admit it. Instead, he said that he overslept.

After signing the contract with Song Chaoyang and getting the money, the matter here is completely finished.

Editor Jin originally wanted to keep them here for lunch before leaving, but Sister Mei said she didn't want to stay here anymore.

There was only one car going back, so the rest of them were forced to go back to the provincial capital together.

Lao Jin put the gifts he had prepared in advance into everyone's hands, and then went to the door with the entire editorial staff to see them off.

After watching their jeep leave, Lao Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The boss of the headquarters is here. He is afraid of doing something wrong, so he is cautious no matter what he does.

Although it was a good opportunity to perform, he was always terrified.

When the person really left, he was completely exhausted.

Let Lao Wu take good care of Song Chaoyang and have a good meal at noon.

He also told Song Chaoyang that he could stay here as long as he wanted, and that the room in the guest house would be reserved for him.

He is going to take leave now and go back to sleep.

Because from yesterday to today, he didn't even close his eyes.

When Song Chaoyang heard this, he couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't expect that Lao Jin's psychological quality was not as strong as he imagined.

It seems that Fang Yan praised him too early.

Of course, it's not ruled out that this kid found an excuse to take a vacation.

Anyway, the important things have been done by him, and there will basically be nothing major to do next.

After Lao Jin left, Lao Wu followed Song Chaoyang.

Ask him how long he plans to stay here, what his next plans are, and whether he needs help or anything.

Song Chaoyang bluntly stated that he wanted to go to the oil press in the north of the city.

I plan to buy some rapeseed oil residue and take it back to the village. He didn't say whether he was using it for himself or for the Murakami collective. Lao Wu didn't ask him this question and just let him get in the car.

The two people headed straight to the north of the city.

When we waited, it was just before nine in the morning, and there was no one at the oil press.

When their car parked at the entrance of the oil refinery, the guard at the door was still snoring.

"Beep!" Lao Wu honked the horn.

The doorman was startled.

Seeing it was a jeep, he hurriedly ran out of the guard room.

He thought it was some superior leader who came to inspect, which frightened him into confusion.

It wasn't until he heard that Song Chaoyang said he was here to buy rapeseed oil residue that he realized that it wasn't the leaders from above who were here.

After knowing the truth, the guard immediately became angry.

But at this time, most of Song Chaoyang's package of Hongtashan was stuffed into his hands.

The anger he felt in his stomach immediately dissipated.

He glanced at Old Wu and thought that the driver was nothing. The young leader in the car was actually quite polite to him.

Song Chaoyang got out of the car, lit a cigarette for the guard, and then asked about the rapeseed oil residue in the oil press.

Just like in precognitive dreams.

A total of more than 12,000 kilograms of rapeseed oil residue needs to be processed.

The leader of the oil press here requires that all the oil must be sold at once.

However, I have never found a suitable unit.

The nearby state-owned farms have already stocked up on feed. Although the six tons of rapeseed oil residue they have here is not particularly large for the unit, they also have quotas, and if they want what they have here, they have to go through re-approval.

In the end, I didn't want to bother with it, so I just didn't do it.

So much so that the oil residue from their refinery was stored here.

Although the oil residue will not deteriorate easily after being pressed at high temperatures, it cannot be stored for too long.

In addition, it rains a lot during this period, and I am really worried about it getting damaged if I leave it for a while.

The guard was quite happy to hear that Song Chaoyang and the others came to inquire.

If this was sold through his introduction, the leader might even praise him.

"100 kilograms is 1 yuan, and 1 kilograms is one hundred and thirty-two. The extra few dozen kilograms will be given to you."

"This rapeseed oil residue is in short supply. In previous years, you couldn't wait until now. Not long after it was exploded, it was bought directly by other farms."

"Raising pigs, chickens, and ducks is indispensable without it." The guard, holding a cigarette in his mouth, kept promoting to Song Chaoyang.

Song Chaoyang listened to him and then said:
"The price is still a bit expensive. After all, 6 tons are to be sold together. Normally we don't need that much, and you have let it go for so long."

"Why don't you find the person in charge, brother, and I'll have a chat with the person in charge."

After listening to Song Chaoyang's words, the guard also nodded. He really couldn't make up his mind, so he said to Song Chaoyang:

"Okay, you wait."

"I'll call you."

After he took two steps, he suddenly turned around and asked Song Chaoyang and the others:

"Oh, by the way, which unit are you from?"

"Oriental Publishing House." Old Wu returned without even thinking.

"Huh? The publishing house also feeds pigs?" The cigarette in the doorman's mouth almost fell to the ground.

Song Chaoyang explained:

"The publisher didn't want it, I bought it for the rural brigade."

After hearing his explanation, the guard immediately thought about it:
"Oh... help the rural relatives brigade, got it!"

After saying that, he immediately walked towards the oil pressing mill.

It didn't take long for a middle-aged woman in her 40s to come out.

This woman has a big mole in the middle of her eyebrows, which looks particularly eye-catching.

“That’s who we have in charge here.”

This woman looked like a small leader at first glance, and she was a little dissatisfied with Song Chaoyang's counteroffer just now.

His expression was also somewhat impatient.

He said that even if Song Chaoyang and the others didn't want it, someone would still want the six tons of stuff here.

Come to think of it, Song Chaoyang and the others were just a publishing house, not a system.

So the little leader didn't give him face at all.

Song Chaoyang was not angry either. In his precognitive dream, he already knew that there would be no buyers for the things here.

Now it will either rot or be sold piecemeal.

Song Chaoyang just asked them to lower their prices.

Finally, when Song Chaoyang said that the rapeseed oil residue they had here had been sitting there for many days, if it continued to pile up and deteriorate, there would be no way to sell it.

At this time, the young leader reluctantly agreed to reduce the price.

The price dropped from 100 yuan to 1 cents per 1 kilograms.

Later, Song Chaoyang asked them to transfer a large Jiefang truck.

Including hauling things to Qingsong Bay, I was given a total of 110 yuan.

The five-ton truck was crushed by more than six tons.

This is because the oil residue is pressed very tightly, otherwise it would be super high.

However, these days, it is normal to transport goods that are overweight and high, and some even add a bucket at the back of the truck.

There is nothing he can't do unless you think of it.

It's like taking an intercity bus in the 90s, when the carriage was packed like a can of sardines.

What is overload?
do not know!
After finishing these things, Song Chaoyang no longer planned to stay in the county.

He didn't ask Old Wu to see him off, so he planned to go back to the village directly.

However, Lao Wu asked himself to wait, and Lao Jin prepared a gift for him.

He had to go back and get it.

Song Chaoyang checked the time with his watch. It was less than 10 o'clock, and there was still time before 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

So I simply agreed.

Just wait by the truck.

In addition to the driver, there were two people in the truck who helped load and unload the goods.

They are all old men in their forties or fifties.

When they get together, they keep talking nonsense.

Before traveling through time, Song Chaoyang thought that this era was very conservative. After traveling through time, he realized that everyone was having a lot of fun.

Just listening to the content of their chat has already refreshed Song Chaoyang's outlook on life.

He didn't say anything, just listened to the gossip.

However, some of the gossip was obviously made up.

But these arrangement things still make them very exciting, and their imagination makes even excellent writers amazed.

The content is as exciting as you want it to be.

After about 40 minutes, Lao Jin finally drove back.

He also brought back a package of gifts for Song Chaoyang, as well as clothes and shoes that Song Chaoyang had not brought before.

Song Chaoyang took a look and saw that there was a can of glucose powder, a box of White Rabbit toffee, and two bottles of Maotai in the gift bag.

Finally, there is an Oriental Double Lion watch.

"Isn't this too expensive?" Song Chaoyang said to Lao Wu while holding the watch.

Since time traveling, Song Chaoyang has basically looked up at the sun to tell the time... Just guessing.

Or just borrow the watches of people around you to take a look.

In fact, he originally wanted to buy a watch, but now the department store here still requires tickets for watches.

Unexpectedly, Lao Jin actually sent a watch directly.

Isn't it too cruel to gather the wool of Mr. Gong's family?

Old Wu looked at his watch and said hurriedly:

"Oh, that's not a gift."

"Huh? Not a gift?" Song Chaoyang frowned.

Lao Wu smiled and explained:
"It's a souvenir from a Grade A contracted writer. I forgot to give it to you last time when I was busy going to the provincial capital."

Hearing this, Song Chaoyang suddenly thought of He Chao and Lin Yong whom he met while eating before. The one on their wrist seemed to be an old model of this brand.

Only now did Song Chaoyang understand.

It turned out to be the souvenir I was supposed to get.

Since it's a souvenir, it's okay.

Song Chaoyang expressed his gratitude to Lao Wu.

I checked the time with him and adjusted my watch.

Then he put the watch directly on his hand.

After bidding farewell to Lao Wu, Song Chaoyang waved his hand and the truck started slowly, pulling a load of rapeseed oil residue towards Qingsong Bay.

At the same time, the third uncle Song Shoubao, who encountered a wall with his lover, was forced to embark on the road back to the village.

He wanted to ask his second brother Song Shouyi for help, and see if he could ask his nephew Song Chaoyang to borrow some money to marry him.

(End of this chapter)