1968: Started from breeding

Chapter 198: Being thanked by others seems to feel pretty good!

The old man looked at the silent Su Wenchen and said with some concern.

"Comrade? What happened?"

"Don't worry, even if something goes wrong, we won't blame you."

"You can just say it directly. After all, it's us who didn't take good care of it."

I heard the old man's voice.

Su Wenchen collected his thoughts. Today was quite a big gain for him. He actually discovered a situation that he had never encountered before.

This also made Su Wenchen realize that his previous golden fingers had not been developed much.

However, there are currently more than 10,000 chickens in their chicken farm, and Su Wenchen did not find a hen carrying the entry.

It can be seen that the probability of this thing should be quite low.

Of course, it may also be because they were taken care of too well. After all, good food and good food will not give rise to a strong will.

Think of this.

Su Wenchen simply shook his head.

"The pigs are fine. I wonder if your production team can sell us one as a breeding pig?"

"Don't worry, we are a formal livestock farm, and we have all the necessary documents, including letters of introduction and work permits!"

When the old man heard Su Wenchen's words, he was a little confused at first. Aren't there several of them in your car?

However, although they were puzzled, they would naturally be willing to sell one earlier.

Because one more day of feeding means one more day of feed, and now the weather is cold, not only are they not gaining meat, but they are losing fat. They are really distressed.

So he said it directly.

"Comrade, don't worry. If you really want it, the price can be calculated according to the lowest level. Just let me tell the team members about it."

Su Wenchen waved his hand.

"That's not the case. Just follow the price given by the normal meat processing plant. I see that although the fat has been lost, it is definitely a second-class pig. If it hadn't lost any fat, it should be able to reach the standard of a first-class pig."

Hearing this, the old man said with a look of heartache.

"Who says it's not true? It makes us feel bad to see you losing weight day by day!"

"There's a difference of three cents for each level!"

Su Wenchen dusted off his hands and pointed at the only black pig that could possibly be bred.

"That one! According to the price of second-grade live pigs from the meat processing plant, 5 cents per pound."

As for the price, Su Wenchen did not give more or deliberately cheat anyone.

Because the price of live pigs cannot be the same as that of pork.

The price has gradually recovered after the New Year. When they were slaughtered on a large scale before the New Year, the price was only 45 cents.

The old man was quite satisfied with the price. Although the pig had lost some fat and became a second-rate pig, the price had indeed gone up.

Otherwise, if sold before the New Year, even a first-class live pig would only cost 48 cents per pound, and only a special-grade pig with fat more than four fingers thick could be sold for more than 50 cents.

"Okay! Comrade, how about we go eat first? We have stewed the preserved duck and steamed white flour buns."

"Please don't refuse. After all, our production team has these pigs thanks to your help. Otherwise, I don't know how many of them would be able to survive until tomorrow morning."

As he said that, he pulled Su Wenchen's sleeve and prepared to go home.

Obviously, he saw from the beginning that Su Wenchen was the one in charge of this business, and everyone else was acting according to the young man's instructions.

Su Wenchen couldn't refuse, but finally said it.

"How about this, we pay for the food coupons ourselves, otherwise we won't go no matter what."

These days, most families don't have extra food. If they eat as much as they want, people will probably starve for the rest of the year.

Moreover, even if this kind of production team had a granary, it would probably not be comparable to the granary in their brigade.

This is also the disadvantage of this kind of small-scale production team. The families are poor and basically divide up whatever they have, and the team can hardly save any food or money.

After hearing what Su Wenchen said, the old man no longer refused.

Obviously, although they were not starving, they did not have much extra food. After entertaining guests, they basically had to tighten their belts.

Fortunately, in recent years, large trucks have occasionally stopped here to rest, and they now have a place to sell some dried goods such as morels that they have dried.

Walking on a road paved with small bluestone slabs, Su Wenchen and his group followed the old man to his home.

Before entering the door, I could smell the rich fragrance outside.

After a long period of stewing, marinating and air-drying, the cured duck exudes a unique flavor, paired with the rich mushroom aroma of morels.

Upon smelling this fragrance, not only Su Wenchen, but even Xiao Zhou and Fan Defu behind him, their stomachs started to growl.

Xiao Zhou, holding an aluminum lunch box, walked in first, because he wanted to pack up in advance and go back to eat with Lao Zhao.

As a result, the other party had just walked into the house, while Su Wenchen and others were still observing in the yard.

Then I heard Xiao Zhou shouting from inside.

"Oh my god, what is that!"

As he said this, he sat down on the ground.

Hearing this, Su Wenchen's eyes widened and his hand unconsciously reached behind his waist.

He looked cautiously into the house.

As soon as I entered and looked up, I found Xiao Zhou looking at the beams above in horror.

Su Wenchen followed his gaze and saw oval-shaped objects hanging on the beams, especially under the dim light of the kerosene lamp.

It looked like human heads falling in the air.

He was so scared that he got goosebumps all over his body in an instant.

Although he thought it was a bag filled with something, under the dim light, it did look a bit scary to someone who didn't know what was going on.

As if hearing Xiao Zhou's shout, the old man immediately walked out from the inner kitchen.

He slapped his forehead as he spoke.

"Look at me, I forgot to tell you in advance."

As he said this, he immediately used a forked wooden stick to poke it a few times and then lifted up a cotton bag.

"This is the morel we collected. It cannot be exposed to moisture. As our conditions are limited, we use this cotton bag that we sewed ourselves to hang on the beams. This way, it can be stored for a longer time."

As he said this, he seemed to be afraid that Su Wenchen would not believe him, so he opened a cloth bag and rummaged through it.

Su Wenchen withdrew his hands from behind and looked at Xiao Zhou unhappily.

"What the hell, a cotton bag scared you like this."

After seeing that there were morels inside, Xiao Zhou also stood up and brushed the dust off his butt.

He said this with some grievance in his mouth.

"Who knew it was this thing! No one told me, and I can't see it clearly in the dark!"

Su Wenchen also knew that in this environment, it would be quite scary to suddenly find things as big as human heads hanging on the beams.

However, after seeing these morels and smelling the fragrance in the air, Su Wenchen really wanted to buy some.

This thing is not artificially cultivated in this era, the yield is small, and the price is not cheap!
Su Wenchen wasn't thinking about making a profit by reselling, he was simply greedy.

Besides, it's not a good idea to go to Qianjin Farm to borrow seeds empty-handed, so it's better to bring some of these things with you.

"Fellow villagers, how much are you selling these morels? Can you sell us some?"

Hearing Su Wenchen say this, the other party directly handed over the cotton bag in his hand.

"Comrade, what's this for sale? There aren't many in this bag, so take it and eat it! We picked them all in the mountains ourselves! It's free."

Su Wenchen waved his hand. "That won't work. This thing is not cheap in the city. We really can't take it without paying."

"If you do that, we won't even be able to eat this meal."

After all, although they don't have to pay to pick this thing, it's definitely not cheap when they sell it.

Mainly according to Su Wenchen's understanding, this place should not be the main production area of morels.

There may only be a small amount of it growing inside some bushes, so it is not very cheap even locally.

Hearing Su Wenchen say this, the old man paused.

"How about this! Then you can do the same as Master Zheng and give four yuan per pound. Usually when we sell to the county purchasing station, they give this price."

When Su Wenchen heard the price, he did not refuse, but he also knew that it would be more expensive outside.

And according to his understanding of the purchase price of the supply and marketing cooperative, the profit is generally half and half.

So in big cities it would probably cost at least seven or eight yuan per pound.

Not a moment later.

After a black-glazed pottery pot was brought to the table, the old man opened the cedar wood lid.

A unique aroma mixed with pine wood smoke, cured duck flavor, and mushroom fragrance burst out instantly.

Su Wenchen couldn't help swallowing.

Who says there is no delicious food in this era? Su Wenchen thought it was good just by smelling it.

"Come on, come on, everyone, eat it while it's hot!"

As the old man spoke, he scooped a small bowl of soup for himself and drank half of it in front of Su Wenchen and the others.

Obviously, he also wanted to dispel the concerns of several people.

The next day, early morning.

"Oh, cluck!"

"Oh, cluck!"

The particularly penetrating sound of a rooster's crowing, one after another, echoed over the entire village, waking up the people who were still sleeping one by one.

The back of a large truck.

Su Wenchen yawned sleepily.

This was the first time he slept in a carriage in the past few days. For some reason, he felt that the sleep he had last night was more comfortable than the sleep he had slept in the county guesthouse in the past few days.

What confused him the most was that he didn't feel cold at all.

No wonder, in the past few days Su Wenchen asked them two people to guard the car while the other one went to sleep in the guesthouse with him, but they refused.

Apart from the slightly unpleasant smell in the air, there doesn't seem to be any big difference.

However, Su Wenchen did have a very comfortable meal last night. Maybe it was because he had been having a hard time eating dry fried noodles in the past few days.

Anyway, even Su Wenchen used his steamed bun to dip into the soup and ate it all last night.

In one night, four big-bellied men ate five kilograms of food coupons.

After being woken up by the rooster.

Su Wenchen and his group cleaned up one after another and prepared to set off.

After dinner last night, several people carried lanterns and drove the black pig that Su Wenchen valued into the car, and took the opportunity to clean the car bed again.

A night passed, and it was because of this black pig that Su Wenchen fed it the breeding feed in the car last night.

The mental outlook is completely different.

Vanderford, who had been observing the condition of each pig early in the morning, was amazed.

This pig recovered really quickly.

Wait until the truck roars again and take advantage of the time when Lao Zhao is warming up the engine.

Su Wenchen was carrying a small bag of candy and was about to say goodbye to the old man.

Since it didn't snow last night, they prepared to hurry on their journey, because every extra day of delay on the road would increase the risk.

"Fellow villagers, we are ready to leave. Thank you for the production team providing us with a place to rest. We didn't bring anything good with us, so please give this candy to the children to sweeten their mouths."

Hearing Su Wenchen's words, the old man quickly refused.

"What are you talking about? Our pigs were cured thanks to you. I just went to check on them this morning and they are much better than before."

"It's totally different from yesterday. What kind of people would we be if we still accepted your candy? Take it back quickly. You still have a long way to go. It may be useful to you in the future."

Su Wenchen looked at the child who was peeking through the window frame, and from time to time he sucked his red nose due to the cold.

Even so, she still looked at the candy in his hand with longing eyes.

"My fellow, this is for the children, not for you adults, so just take it! We have more in the car."

"Okay, we have to leave as soon as possible, so we won't stay."

As he said this, he put his things down and prepared to leave.

The old man followed Su Wenchen's gaze and saw his grandson's eager look.

Obviously, something like sugar was basically not available often at that time. It should be said that anything that required a receipt to buy was relatively scarce in rural areas at that time.

Looking at Su Wenchen's figure, the old man immediately shouted.

"Hey, Comrade Su, wait a minute. I'll bring you some roasted sweet potatoes for you to eat on the way!"

He immediately walked quickly into the house, shouting.

"Er Ni, hurry up and take out the roasted sweet potatoes I buried in the stove this morning."

When Su Wenchen came back, Zhao Weiguo had already warmed up the car.

"Captain, shall we go?"

"Let's go!"

As they were talking, the car started moving.

Zhao Weiguo looked through the rearview mirror at the people from the Qingshigou Production Team who were catching up with him.

Several young men ran to the back of the truck and handed the roasted sweet potatoes to Vanderford and Xiao Zhou who were sitting in the back.

Zhao Weiguo was stunned for a moment and looked at Su Wenchen.

"Captain, do you want to stop the car?"

Su Wenchen rolled down the window and looked at the old man behind him waving goodbye.

Said with some emotion.

"No, let's talk about it when we get back!"

In fact, they gained a lot here. Not only did they encounter a black pig with an suffix, but they also bought a batch of morels at a low price.

But for the people in Qingshigou Production Team.

Su Wenchen and his team not only helped them cure the pig, but also bought the pig at the current market price.

I don't feel like I'm losing out at all.

As the car slowly drove out of the Qingshigou Production Team, Su Wenchen glanced at the earthen wall at the entrance of the village, where a crooked slogan painted with lime was seen - "Workers and peasants are one family, working together to produce thousands of kilograms of grain."

I thought to myself.

Everyone for me, and I for everyone?

It seems like it feels pretty good to be thanked!

(End of this chapter)