Chapter 201 You Still Have to Deal With It

Wen Zhenyi is not so pessimistic. It takes five to six months for piglets to be slaughtered from birth. If there are no accidents in the current breeding, they should be available before the New Year.

This means they have to hold on for a few more months, and when they see the pigs tomorrow, they will know whether they can put it into circulation.

"Grandpa, what I mean is that we won't sell the pigs we bought this time."

"Not selling?" Everyone looked at her.

Wen Zhen nodded: "If there are too many boars, we can consider selling some and keep the breeding pigs."

"You mean we keep all the big pigs for breeding and sell the extra boars?"

"That's what I mean. We still have piglets. If they're well-raised, they'll be ready for slaughter in about five months. We'll keep the sows and sell the boars."

Old Mrs. Wen began to understand what Wen Zhenyi meant: "So you mean to recycle the pig farm?"

"Yes, we need some time. We also need to perform a neuter on the piglet so that it will be easier for it to grow meat."

"Will it work?" Wen Chengwen was a little uncertain.

"We'll know if we try. Someone has to try."

Old Man Wen raised another crucial question: "Selling pork, will our prices continue to rise?"

Everyone looked at Old Lady Wen, waiting for her decision.

Old Mrs. Wen couldn't make up her mind either. If the price went up, ordinary people wouldn't be able to afford it. If the price didn't go up, they would lose a lot. No matter how she calculated it, it didn't make sense.

Wen Zhenyi thought for a moment and said, "Grandma, we won't raise the price."

"One by one, this pig costs one or two taels of silver, which is a lot of loss."

"We can't be so pessimistic. We'll know after we see the pigs the day after tomorrow. If they're large white pigs, they'll probably weigh 300 to 500 kilograms. If we take away the bones and such, we won't necessarily lose that much."

"That's true. It all depends on the growth of pig prices. If it rises well, our losses will be less, and we may even make some money."

Wen Zhen nodded: "So we can't jump to conclusions too early. After all, we haven't seen the pig."

Mrs. Ma hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Yi Yi, what if the pig is a small breed?"

"Then you can only lose money and try to make up for it elsewhere."

"That's a lot of compensation."

"Grandma, no business is smooth sailing, and no one can make money right from the start. Losing money is common. As long as we don't let this trend expand, there is still a chance to turn it around."

"Half a year is quite a test."

Wen Zhenyi was not worried. If she really lost money, she could afford it. It would just affect her progress.

Mrs. Wen looked at Old Man Xiang Wen and said, "Old man, should we do as Yi Yi says?"

"Well, let's do as Yi Yi said."

Old Lady Wen and the others dispersed and walked over to Wen Zhenyi: "Yiyi, is the money for buying the pig not enough?"

"It's enough. The money I made from the shop recently is enough. It's just that I haven't paid the stall fee for the market yet. The market will open the day after tomorrow."

"I'll get it for you later, and you can give it to Master Cheng then."

"Okay, Grandma, do you have enough money to build a pigpen?"

"Don't worry, it's enough. It's not like we're going to build a big brick and tile house. I'll ask your dad to take you for a walk later."

"Okay, where is it?"

"It's right at the entrance of the village."

Wen Zhenyi followed Wen Chengwen to the entrance of the village. Many villagers were helping to build a pigpen, which was almost completed.

The exterior walls are made of blue bricks, the ground is paved with bluestone slabs, and the walls are covered with gray tiles.

When the villagers saw her coming, they said, "Girl Wen, your pigpen is more magnificent than our house."

"Uncles, you're joking. This is to make the pigs we bought more comfortable and grow more meat."

"It seems that if we want to eat pork in the future, we have to rely on your family." The villagers joked with a smile.

Wen Zhenyi smiled and did not respond, but looked towards the pigpen.

The gate of the pen was made of wooden boards, and the feeding troughs inside were carved out by splitting a tree stump in half.

Wen Zhenyi looked at Wen Chengwen and said, "Dad, collect these pig manures from now on."

“What do you collect it for?”

"To fertilize the land, the manure needs to be fermented and cannot be used immediately."

"Okay, we'll dig a pond specifically for storing manure."

After looking around at the pig pens, I didn't find any major problems. There were originally ten pig pens, and later ten more were added.

This made the villagers very happy. You know, it is not easy for them to find work during the slack season. Now they can find work at their doorstep and the wages are not low, so they are naturally happy.

As soon as Cream returned home, he began to inspect the territory. There were some chickens at home, and they were chased around the yard by him.

The white fur has now turned gray and dirty.

Old Lady Wen got a headache just looking at it: "It looks like a gray mouse."

Old Ma looked at Cream running past her and said, "That's right, I can hardly recognize her."

As soon as Wen Zhen got home, he saw it rushing towards him and tried to climb onto its shoulders: "Stop."

Cream stopped at her feet and looked up at her with a puzzled expression.

Wen Zhenyi squatted down and grabbed the dog by the scruff of the neck: "Look at how dirty you are. Don't jump on us. Wait until I give you a bath."

Naiyou turned her little eyes, looking here and there, but not at Wen Zhenyi.

She put it on the ground, and the guy ran away.

Many women in the village knew that Wen Zhenyi had returned, and they all pretended to come to his house to chat and inquire about the situation.

"Yi Yi! Your shop is doing great business!"

Wen Zhenyi smiled and said, "Not bad."

"Are you still short of manpower? I'm very efficient at work."

"Yes, yes, we can do any job."

"Aunts, my shop is currently staffed enough. If I expand the store in the future, can I give you priority?"

"real?"

Wen Zhen nodded: "Really."

"We have agreed that you can't go back on your word when the time comes."

"But I have to be frank. Even if I expand my shop, I won't need this many people. There will be assessments and the like. You can only work in my shop based on your ability. Don't complain."

"No, no, we will definitely perform well."

Wen Zhenyi did nothing this time when she came back but dealt with these mothers-in-law and aunts, but she was exhausted.

Zhu Tao handed her a glass of water: "Drink some water, we've been talking for a long time."

Wen Zhenyi took the cup and thanked him, "Dealing with people is really tiring."

"I feel the same way. I really want to stay in the kitchen now." Zhu Tao joked with a smile.

"Dealing with food is much easier than dealing with them."

Zhu Tao looked at someone else coming to the gate and said, "You still have to deal with it." Then he stood up and left with a smile.