80s control group: After the marriage exchange, I was loved by the group

Chapter 233 Chicken Plague
"Oh, didn't we remind the chicken farm to vaccinate before? Why is there still chicken plague? Are those vaccines ineffective?"

Under Lin Chuxia's instructions, Qin Han poured the disinfectant directly into the sprayer and used the sprayer to disinfect the car.

After hearing what Zhang Guilan said, she shook her head and said, "It may not be about the vaccine. Most of the chicken farms in Huangjiaying have not been vaccinated."

"how do you know?"

Lin Chuxia smiled at Zhang Guilan and said, "It's just a guess. We need to see the specific situation of other chicken farms. If all chicken farms have the same situation, then it means it's a problem with the vaccine. Otherwise, it's Huang Dashun's problem."

Huang’s Nutrition Chicken Farm was the first chicken farm they cooperated with, and it was originally a small family-centered chicken farm.

Later, as their demand for cooked food grew, the person in charge, Huang Dashun, also began to expand the scale of the chicken farm.

What can we say about Huang Dashun? He was able to run a chicken farm in the early days of reform and opening up. He had both brains and courage, but he was a little arrogant.

This is also one of the reasons why Huang Dashun’s request to increase the contract order volume after the establishment of Xiayang Food Factory this year was rejected by Lin Chuxia.

The biggest shortcoming of arrogant people is that they are self-righteous and disobedient.

At the beginning of spring, she asked Hou Xiaobao to remind all chicken farms to vaccinate the chickens when purchasing goods. She now suspects that Huang Dashun did not take these words to heart, which led to today's consequences.

After listening to Lin Chuxia's analysis, Zhang Guilan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "I hope it's Huang Dashun's personal problem."

If there really is something wrong with the vaccine, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After disinfecting the small truck, Lin Chuxia asked Qin Han to spray all of them with disinfectant as well.

"Let's go back to the house and take a shower and change clothes, then we'll go out again."

The smell of disinfectant is not pleasant.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Lin Chuxia asked Zhang Guilan to go to the bun shop first.

She and Jia Yuanliang had agreed to meet at the steamed bun shop. Given the current situation, she definitely couldn't go to the northwest today.

Qin Han was asked to find Qin Jiang again. Qin Jiang was the person in charge of the chicken farm in Qinjia Village. He had reminded him to vaccinate the chickens before. Now that the epidemic has been discovered, it is still necessary to strictly manage and be more vigilant.

After arranging the two people, Lin Chuxia and Hou Xiaobao went to Xiayang Food Factory together.

As soon as I arrived at the food factory, I saw the security guard stopping a man from afar.

Hou Xiaobao saw the man's face change drastically, and he pointed at the man and stuttered, "What, what, what... Why did Huang Dashun come to the food factory?"

He hadn't realized anything before and was just worried that the chicken plague in the chicken farm would affect the production of their food factory.

Just now at Mr. Lin’s house, Mr. Lin used disinfectant to disinfect their car and people. Only then did Hou Xiaobao realize that the spread of chicken plague is even more terrifying.

Lin Chuxia also frowned and strode forward.

Huang Dashun complained when he saw Lin Chuxia, "Boss Lin, you came at the right time. I was just about to go to the food factory to find Director Su, but the guard wouldn't let me in, saying that I'm not from the food factory. But I can talk to Boss Lin about this."

He glanced at Hou Xiaobao with dissatisfaction in his eyes, "I said that we are old customers. Ever since Mr. Lin started the cooked food business, our chicken farm has been providing white-cut chickens. We have written it down in black and white. Today, Monkey came to get the chickens, and he insisted that my chickens were no good. When I asked him why, he didn't say anything and just turned around and drove away. Tell me, I have already dealt with 200 white-cut chickens. Who will sell them to now that he's gone?" As if he was still worried that Lin Chuxia would protect Hou Xiaobao, Huang Dashun slapped the contract in his hand and threw it at the onlookers.

"It's a good thing that we had a contract before. Mr. Lin, your factory is getting bigger and bigger now, so we have to act according to the contract, right? I have been doing things in a disciplined manner for the past year. Mr. Lin, don't you have to give me an explanation?"

It's hot in the summer, and everyone in the village gets up early to work in the fields.

After Huang Dashun made such a fuss, a group of people gathered around him to watch the fun.

They were all villagers from Qinjia Village. Although they did not believe that Lin Chuxia would do anything to bully honest people, they all wanted to see the fun.

The man carrying a hoe and a basket looked at Lin Chuxia, waiting for her to say something.

Lin Chuxia kept her distance from Huang Dashun. Facing his aggressiveness, she once again made up her mind that this cooperation could not continue.

It's not that just because his Xiayang Food Factory has grown big, the suppliers have to support them, but people like Huang Dashun, who knew that there was something wrong with his chickens, still came to argue with us so confidently.

People like this are very difficult to deal with once anything happens.

When I first came into contact with Huang Dashun, he was polite and humble.

After all, it was because the business had grown and he had made money, or maybe they felt that their Xiayang Food Factory could not do without him.

"Boss Huang, please don't worry. Since you came here with the contract to ask for an explanation, I think you should also know that our contract clearly states the standards for providing food raw materials."

Huang Dashun froze for a moment when he heard this, but he quickly concealed the guilt in his eyes and said with his neck stiff.

"Of course I know what you said. We have been cooperating for almost a year. We have always followed the standards. There is nothing wrong with that. If you don't believe me, Boss Lin, go and see it yourself, or I can bring the chicken to you..."

"No need," Lin Chuxia interrupted Huang Dashun.

Bring the sick chickens to Xiayang Food Factory?
Even if the food factory won't let them in, Qinjia Village still has a chicken farm and chickens raised by the villagers themselves. This is no joke.

Seeing that Lin Chuxia refused so decisively, Huang Dashun seemed to have found a reason.

"Boss Lin, what do you mean by this? Do you want to break the contract even though it's written in black and white? Even though your business is growing bigger and bigger, you can't bully an honest man like this."

Although the people around are all from Qinjia Village, there are also some who are jealous of the Qin family's increasingly better lives.

Ma Saner in the crowd was particularly unhappy because his son had been rejected when he applied for a job at the food factory a few days ago.

Seeing that something happened at the food factory, he looked as if he was gloating.

"I think Qin Laosi's wife is just like that. She signed a contract with others in black and white, but now she regrets it and bullies others by relying on her position as the head of Qinjia Village."

But his words did not attract the agreement of the people around him. Instead, they took two steps away from him. A nosy lady even spoke up, "Ma San'er, do you have three eyes like Lord Ma or what? The matter has not been explained clearly yet, and you are saying that Qin Yang's wife is wrong. If you are so capable, you might as well go to court and be a judge."

"Aunt Qin is right. Ma San, don't be unconvinced. We in Qinjia Village are protective of our children. Not to mention that the matter has not been clarified yet, even if it is clarified, we will not allow others to come here and bully others."

(End of this chapter)