A doctor who travels through two eras

Lin Sanqi loaded all the ginseng onto a large truck. After everyone had left, he quickly slipped through the warehouse door into the "channel space" and returned to 2023.

The storage requirements for wild ginseng are very high. It not only needs to be sealed, but also needs to be kept at a constant temperature and humidity.

Another thing is that the repackaging of wild ginseng requires professional staff, and not a single ginseng beard can fall off. Even a few falling off can cause the value of the ginseng to plummet.

The housewives in Shilou Village have no problem sorting Cordyceps sinensis or shark fins and abalone, but they have trouble sorting wild ginseng.

Fortunately, Lin Sanqi was the boss, so the small task of recruiting ginseng packers was naturally done by the staff of Lingnan Hall.

Lin Sanqi did not go to the company to patrol first, but first found his father who was supervising the renovation at Xu Lai Square:

"What, you got more than 500 wild ginsengs over there?"

Lin Musen was equally excited after hearing this. As an old Chinese medicine practitioner, he naturally understood the preciousness of these wild ginsengs.

"Yes, Dad, they gave me some wild ginseng, and I have to exchange it for food, so we have to go buy some food now. And Dean Shen over there said to try to arrange for coarse grains."

Lin Musen nodded after hearing this:

"The idea is right. One kilogram of rice can be exchanged for four or five kilograms of sweet potatoes. Originally, rice could only be eaten for one meal, but now sweet potatoes can be eaten for five meals, which can better fill our stomachs. Then let's go to the grain and oil wholesale market now."

Pingle Grain and Oil Market.

Lin Musen and Lin Sanqi first came to their old acquaintance, Boss Zhao.

When Boss Zhao saw the Lin family father and son riding over on an electric tricycle, he happily went to greet them. He didn't know about Lin Sanqi's time travel, he only knew that the Lin family had been buying more food recently.

This is all to make money for him.

"Doctor Lin, Xiao Doctor Lin, are you here to buy some goods?"

Lin Sanqi jumped out of the car, pushed away the cigarette handed to him by Boss Zhao and asked:

"Uncle Zhao, we want to buy some coarse grains this time. Do you have any in stock?"

"Coarse grains?"

Boss Zhao's mind is full of questions:
"I haven't heard this term for many years. Haha, I only heard of eating whole grains when I was a kid. By the way, what kind of whole grains do you need?"

Lin Sanqi thought for a moment:
"Corn flour, sorghum rice, dried sweet potatoes, millet flour, buckwheat flour, etc. are all fine, but rice and flour are not recommended."

Boss Zhao was scratching his head:
"I don't have the coarse grains you mentioned, but my brother-in-law's feed factory does have these things, but they are for feeding pigs and chickens. Are you sure you want them?"

When Lin Sanqi heard that it was used to feed animals, his heart suddenly felt painful.

Suddenly, for a moment, he wanted to buy all the white rice and fragrant flour without paying for it himself.

But when he thought that if all he got was fine grain and the news got out, he would be in trouble in 1960, he had no choice but to give up.

But I am somewhat unwilling:

"Uncle Zhao, please prepare 100 tons of rice, 100 tons of flour, and 10 tons of soybeans for me and send them to the Lingnan Hall warehouse in Shilou Village."

Lin Sanqi was prepared to act according to the circumstances. He wanted to buy coarse grains and bring fine grains with him as well.

When Boss Zhao heard this, his eyes were filled with red. This amount of grain was worth six or seven hundred thousand yuan, and the profit was at least one hundred thousand yuan. The father and son of the Lin family were simply the God of Wealth.

He nodded and bowed with joy:

"Okay, okay, I'll organize the supply right away and definitely give you the best food. As for the coarse grains you want, come on, I'll take you there myself."

"go!"

Lin Musen and his son got into Boss Zhao's car and drove for more than an hour before arriving at a feed factory in Shiling Town, north of Huadu.

The owner of the feed factory is Yang Fu, who is actively introducing his products:

"Look, bosses, this is the corn flour we processed. Oh, yes, it is the corn flour that the young boss mentioned. It is absolutely made from authentic Northeast corn kernels that are crushed and ground into flour. It is nutritious whether it is fed to pigs or chickens."

Lin Sanqi picked up the golden corn flour and scratched his head. This was not the coarse grain he wanted.

Seeing Lin Sanqi's embarrassed look, Yang Fu thought that the buyer was not satisfied with his feed, so he tried hard to sell it:
"Boss Lin, if you want to feed pigs, it's not enough to just feed them cornmeal, but I have a recipe here that works every time. I guarantee that the pigs will grow fat if they eat it.

We can use 2 catties of cornmeal, 2 catties of soybeans, 2 catties of rice bran, 20 grams of salt, and 20 grams of baking soda. Remember this ratio, and then mix them together and stir-fry them. This will ensure that the pigs will enjoy the delicious food."

Lin Sanqi thought, are you sure this formula is for feeding pigs? If it was brought back in 1960, this formula would be as good as fine grains, or even more nutritious than fine grains.

"Boss Yang, this, this, the cornmeal I'm talking about is the kind that's made by grinding corn kernels and cobs together. I don't want this pure cornmeal." Boss Yang was stunned for a moment, thinking, why is this young boss so stingy? He wants to save even a little money on feed?

"Boss Xiaolin, this kind of cornmeal is too coarse and has no nutrition. Pigs don't like to eat it. Even if they eat it, the pigs won't gain weight, which affects the marketability."

Lin Sanqi thought, if I told you that this kind of corn flour is for human consumption, would you be shocked?
"It's okay, Boss Yang. Just help me process a batch of this corn flour. Process 100 tons for me first. We can negotiate the price. It will definitely not reduce your profit."

Yang Fu twitched the corner of his mouth.

But for businessmen, as long as they can make money, they don’t care whether you listen to advice or not, you will just buy it and love it.

"Okay, since Boss Xiaolin wants it, I'll arrange for production right away. By the way, how do you understand the millet flour on your list?"

Boss Zhao on the side suddenly interrupted:
"I know this millet noodle. It should be a kind of pasta from Shanxi. It is made by mixing wheat flour, millet flour, glutinous rice flour, and corn flour in a certain proportion. It is said that the noodles made in this way are chewy and delicious. Boss Xiaolin, am I right? Haha."

Boss Zhao is a grain supplier and has some research on pasta, so he immediately started to brag about it.

Lin Sanqi was a little embarrassed again:
"Uncle Zhao, the millet flour I want is different from what you said. It's actually very simple. When we process rice, the rice is rice and the bran is bran. They are separate. In the end, the rice is kept and the bran is sold to the feed factory."

Boss Zhao and Yang Fu both nodded blankly:

"Yes, what else?"

Lin Sanqi explained at this time:

"The millet flour I want is actually very simple. Just grind rice or wheat into powder and mix the rice flour and rice bran together."

Yang Fu thought, others are fooling ghosts, but you are fooling pigs. How could pigs possibly eat such feed?

Boss Zhao was also full of questions, so he smiled and said:

"I've heard of this kind of millet noodles before. It was in 1959 when the country was short of food, so they came up with this kind of millet noodles to avoid wasting rice bran. I don't know how people at that time could eat it. I'm afraid even pigs don't want to eat it now."

Lin Sanqi thought that grinding corn cobs and rice bran into powder together was already very good.

He had seen it in 60. At that time, corn stalks, wheat straw, and rice stalks were all ground up and eaten together. There was really no waste at all.

Yang Fu asked uncertainly at this time:
"Boss Xiaolin, do you really want this kind of feed? Are you sure the pigs want to eat it?"

Lin Sanqi nodded helplessly: "Yes, please give me 100 tons of this corn flour and millet flour each..."

Before Lin Sanqi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Musen:

"Seven!"

Lin Sanqi looked up at his father and found that his face was already ashen and he looked very angry:
"Boss Yang, please add a certain proportion of pure corn flour and wheat flour to this corn flour and millet flour. At least the taste won't be so bad and it won't be completely devoid of nutrition."

It was Yang Fu's turn to be puzzled, thinking: It's not that bad? Are you planning to take this feed home to eat?

"Okay, okay, that's no problem, but the price will be a little higher."

Lin Musen said firmly: "The price is up to you, it can be a little more expensive."

After saying that, Lin Musen ignored his son and strode out of the factory.

Lin Sanqi didn't know what was wrong with his father, so he could only smile awkwardly:
"Boss Yang, please help with the production. You are Uncle Zhao's relative, so we can negotiate the price."

"Okay, no problem, I'll arrange for someone to give birth right away."

Outside the factory, Lin Musen looked at the mountains in the distance. When he heard footsteps behind him, he whispered:
"Qizi, we have already earned enough. Not to mention the many Cordyceps and Tangerine Peel we got earlier, just the ginseng you brought back today is a sum we never dared to dream of before.

If we continue to feed people with corn flour and millet flour in the 60th year, I am really afraid that God will send down thunderbolts to kill us. We can make less money, but we cannot live against our conscience! "

Lin Sanqi felt a little aggrieved and explained:
"Dad, it's not that I don't want to give up the good rice and flour, it's just that the situation there is too difficult right now. If a large amount of fine grain suddenly appears, it will be easy for people to target it. Then the grain will be confiscated and everyone will have nothing to eat.

So Dean Shen at that time specifically told me to buy coarse grains. Although coarse grains taste bad, they are plentiful and can fill people’s stomachs and prevent them from starving to death. So originally I could only exchange for 100 tons of coarse grains, but I wanted to give them 200 tons as compensation.”

Lin Musen turned around and patted his son's shoulder a little embarrassedly:

"I see. I'm sorry. I wronged you."

"Dad, no need."

"Qizi, have you ever thought that since food was so scarce at that time, could you have brought large quantities of food over there, donated it to the government, and directly given it to the people in need, to help them get through the difficult times?"

Lin Sanqi was stunned for a moment. He was going to support the entire country of the parallel world, with a population of 6.6 million, by himself?
Come on, Leshan Giant Buddha, stand up and let Comrade Lin Musen sit down! (End of this chapter)