Chapter 522 Send Chicken
In Zhoujiazhuang, the sun was shining warmly and the village was peaceful. Zhou Yimin had recently spread the love of fishing in the village.
Nowadays, when it is time to get off work, the men in the village pick up their fishing rods and rush to the river as if they are possessed.
The old branch secretary frowned and began to worry in his heart.
He is not against everyone fishing, but the trend is a bit too much.
The women in the village began to complain. In the past, the men would finish their meals early, so the family could chat and then rest.
But now, the women were waiting anxiously in the house, the food was heated up and then cooled, and then heated up again, while the men were still waiting by the river, they didn't catch many fish, but they wasted a lot of time.
If this trend had not been started by Zhou Yimin, it would have been criticized by everyone a long time ago.
The old branch secretary thought that he had to talk to Zhou Yimin and discuss the matter of the chicken farm.
He knew that Zhou Yimin must be having fun by the river again, so he walked straight towards the river.
Before he arrived, the old branch secretary saw Zhou Yimin sitting there leisurely.
A large parasol was set up next to it, blocking out the glaring sunlight completely.
On the small table next to Zhou Yimin, there were various fresh fruits, including red apples, yellow pears, and bunches of purple grapes, which exuded an attractive luster under the sunlight.
The old branch secretary couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, thinking that he was not here to fish, but clearly to enjoy life. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was showing off.
The old branch secretary didn't bother to be polite with Zhou Yimin. He strode forward and snatched a fishing rod from Zhou Yimin's hand.
When Zhou Yimin saw that it was the old branch secretary, he said unhappily, "Old branch secretary, I gave you a fishing rod, but you didn't want it. Every time you come over, you try to snatch it from me."
The old Party Secretary replied nonchalantly: "The one you gave me is not as useful as the one you have in your hand!"
Zhou Yimin was speechless for a moment. After all, what he kept must be the best, and he couldn't refute that.
He then asked, "Old Party Secretary, are you here for something else this time?"
The old Party branch secretary did not beat around the bush and said directly: "Yimin, the chickens in the village chicken farm are ready to be sold. Should we contact the steel mill first, or send them directly?"
This problem had been bothering him for the whole day, and he really couldn't come up with a good idea, so he came to Zhou Yimin to discuss it.
After hearing this, Zhou Yimin thought for a moment and said, "Let's ask them to come over!"
He felt that it was not appropriate to send the chicken over rashly.
Although meat is definitely popular in the steel plant, it feels a bit like forcing people to suddenly pull so many chickens over without any warning.
After hearing this, the old branch secretary felt that what Zhou Yimin said made sense and decided it would be better to notify them first.
If the steel plant's truck is not available, Zhoujiazhuang can deliver the goods to the door.
Zhou Yimin stood up, walked to the village phone and dialed Zhou Dazhong's number.
When it comes to good things like this, of course you have to think of your own people first.
When Zhou Dazhong received the call and heard that it was Zhou Yimin saying that the chickens at the chicken farm were ready to be sold, he immediately became excited and rushed to Section Chief Wang's office and repeated Zhou Yimin's words word for word.
Section Chief Wang was worried about the meat supply in the factory. When he heard the news, his eyes lit up: "Dazhong, the factory's trucks are all busy recently. Can you ask Zhoujiazhuang to deliver some?"
If the factory's truck was available, he wouldn't bother Zhoujiazhuang to deliver the goods.
Fortunately, Zhoujiazhuang has a tractor. If we had to wait until the transportation department finished its work before we had time to collect the chickens, we would not know when that would be.
Zhou Dazhong agreed immediately: "Okay, Chief Wang."
After saying that, he hurriedly left Section Chief Wang's office. It was not yet time to get off work, and Zhou Dazhong was eager to go home. He thought that he had not been back to Zhoujiazhuang for a while, so he decided to buy some things after get off work and bring them back to improve his family's meals.
Although people in Zhoujiazhuang can now eat enough, it is still difficult to eat well.
After get off work, Zhou Dazhong rides his bicycle through the streets.
He first went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought some sugar, flour, a few bars of soap and towels.
These things are rare in the village, and my family will definitely like them.
After buying everything, Zhou Dazhong rushed towards Zhoujiazhuang without stopping.
Fortunately, when we returned to Zhoujiazhuang, it was not completely dark yet.
He returned home, briefly said hello to his family, put down his things, and the first thing he did was to go find the old branch secretary.
When the old Party Secretary saw Zhou Dazhong coming back, he immediately asked, "Dazhong, what did the steel mill say?"
Zhou Dazhong told the old branch secretary what Section Chief Wang said. After listening, the old branch secretary nodded and said, "Okay, I will arrange to catch chickens tomorrow."
The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, Zhoujiazhuang became bustling.
The old Party secretary stood in the middle of the village and shouted at the top of his voice: "Everyone get up and go catch chickens!"
All of a sudden, the doors of every household opened and the villagers came out with sleepy eyes.
Everyone carried various tools, including woven bags, bamboo baskets, and ropes, and walked towards the chicken farm.
When I arrived at the chicken farm, a pungent smell of chicken manure hit me in the face. The smell went straight into my nose, making me frown.
But the villagers didn't care about all this. They rolled up their sleeves, with enthusiasm in their eyes, and were ready to work hard.
In the chicken coop, groups of chickens were frightened by the sudden noise and ran around in panic, clucking non-stop. The sound was sharp and noisy, as if they were protesting the arrival of the uninvited guest.
The villagers quickly began to act in groups.
A group of young and strong guys rushed into the chicken coop first. They were like brave warriors, ready to conquer this "chicken fortress".
Zhou Zhiming was in this group, his eyes sharp as he stared at a fat rooster.
The rooster had bright feathers and its tail was raised high, trying to find a corner to hide.
Zhou Zhiming seized the opportunity, rushed forward, and pounced with his hands like a pair of pliers.
The rooster reacted quickly, flapping its wings desperately, and feathers flew everywhere, filling the air with fine fluff.
The chicken kept pecking at Zhou Zhiming's hand with its beak. The sharp beak made Zhou Zhiming cry out in pain, but he gritted his teeth and held the rooster tightly.
His face was full of concentration and persistence, and he ignored the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
After finally stuffing the rooster into the woven bag, Zhou Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief and a gratified smile appeared on his face, with a hint of joy of victory in that smile.
On the other side, several middle-aged women were responsible for responding outside the chicken coop.
They held bamboo baskets in their hands and kept their eyes fixed on the door of the chicken coop. Once a chicken was driven out, they would quickly use the bamboo baskets to block it.
One of the women, Aunt Li, had her eyes wide open and was always ready.
A hen rushed out in panic. Aunt Li was quick to pull the bamboo basket down. But the hen was smart. At the moment when the basket was about to catch it, it turned around and slipped away.
Aunt Li slapped her thigh in annoyance and shouted, "Oh, this chicken is too slippery!"
But she was not discouraged. She immediately adjusted her posture and continued to wait for the next opportunity.
Another group of villagers adopted a containment tactic.
They formed a semicircle and slowly approached a group of chickens. The chickens were so scared that they huddled together and kept spinning in circles. The villagers approached cautiously, chanting, "Don't be afraid, just follow us."
When they were close enough, everyone reached out and tried to catch the chickens, but the chickens were frightened and fled in all directions, some slipped through the villagers' legs, and some flew onto the low wall nearby.
The villagers did not lose heart. They adjusted their strategy and surrounded the enemy again.
For a moment, the chicken farm was in chaos. The shouts of the villagers and the cries of the chickens intertwined together, playing a unique labor melody.
Someone accidentally fell and was covered in mud and chicken feathers, but after getting up, he continued to fight in the "battle" of catching chickens.
Someone's hand was pecked by a chicken. He simply bandaged it and picked up his tools again.
Everyone was busy and happy. Although they were exhausted and sweating, as they saw the woven bags and bamboo baskets filled with chickens gradually increase, everyone showed a gratified smile on their face.
After working for two or three hours, the villagers were so tired that they could hardly straighten their backs.
Everyone had chicken feathers on their bodies to some extent, and some even had chicken droppings hanging in their hair, looking extremely disheveled.
But at this moment, no one cared about these things, everyone's heart was filled with the joy of harvest. Looking at the piles of bags and baskets full of chickens, it seemed as if they saw the bright future of Zhoujiazhuang.
After catching the chickens, the next step is to load them onto the truck.
Under the command of the old Party branch secretary, the villagers proceeded in an orderly manner. Some carried the bags and baskets filled with chickens to the tractor, while others were responsible for moving them onto the vehicle.
Zhou Zhiming stood on the tractor, directing and helping to arrange the chickens neatly.
As there were so many chickens, it took quite some time to load the truck. Finally, all the chickens were loaded onto the truck. Zhou Zhiming clapped his hands, jumped off the truck, and prepared to set off.
Zhou Dazhong also got on the car and sat next to Zhou Zhiming.
The old branch secretary stepped forward and warned, "Zhiming, Dazhong, be careful on the road!"
Zhou Zhiming and Zhou Dazhong nodded and started the tractor.
With a series of "thump thump" sounds, the tractor slowly drove out of Zhoujiazhuang and headed towards the steel plant.
The steel plant is some distance away from Zhoujiazhuang, but Zhou Zhiming has been there several times, and he knows the way even without Zhou Dazhong's guidance.
Along the way, the tractor raised clouds of dust, and the trees and fields on the roadside quickly receded. Zhou Zhiming and Zhou Dazhong chatted while enjoying the scenery along the way.
Finally, they arrived at the steel mill.
The guard was shocked when he saw the truck full of chickens. He then looked again and saw that it was his old acquaintance Zhou Dazhong. He did not stop him and let Zhou Zhiming drive the tractor in.
They arrived at the warehouse and found that many people were already waiting.
Some of these people were warehouse managers, and some were financial staff. When they saw the chickens coming, they gathered around, not afraid of getting dirty, and some even stood on the tractor and kept moving the chickens down.
The people below are responsible for receiving it and then registering it into the warehouse.
As there were so many chickens, it took a lot of time to register them into the warehouse.
It was already noon. Zhou Dazhong looked at the time and estimated that he would be busy for a while, so he said to Zhou Zhiming: "Uncle Zhiming, compare and see whether the food in the village canteen or the canteen in our factory is better."
Zhou Zhiming was also a little curious, so he did not refuse and followed Zhou Dazhong to the cafeteria.
As soon as he entered the canteen, he ran into Chow Tai Fook. When Chow Tai Chung saw Chow Tai Fook, he quickly called out, "Ta Fook, this way!"
Zhou Dafu heard the voice, saw Zhou Zhiming and Zhou Dazhong, and hurried over and asked, "Uncle Zhiming, why are you here?"
Zhou Dazhong replied: "It's because your transportation department is busy. The chickens in the village can only be delivered by Uncle Zhiming. It will probably take some time to register, so I thought of bringing Uncle Zhiming over for dinner."
Zhou Dafu suddenly realized, "Yes! Recently, the factory has a lot of goods to deliver. If they are still loading now, I won't have time to come over for dinner."
The three of them found a place to sit down. Zhou Zhiming looked at the food and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
He tasted the stir-fried vegetables first, expecting a strong aroma of oil, but when he put them in his mouth, they felt dry and tasteless, as if the vegetables had simply been blanched in water, with almost no oil or water.
This is in stark contrast to the generous amount of oil used in cooking in Zhoujiazhuang Canteen.
In the big dining hall in Zhoujiazhuang, the chef is generous with the use of oil, so the dishes he stir-fries are shiny and fragrant.
Even ordinary green vegetables, with sufficient oil, become exceptionally delicious, smooth and refreshing when eaten, and full of the aroma of oil.
He couldn't help but shake his head in his heart. He had originally thought that the food in the steel plant's canteen would be more abundant and delicious, but he didn't expect that in terms of oil and water, it was far inferior to the big canteen in Zhoujiazhuang.
While eating, Zhou Dazhong and Zhou Dafu chatted with Zhou Zhiming and introduced the situation in the factory.
Although Zhou Zhiming agreed verbally, he was still thinking about the delicious food in Zhoujiazhuang canteen.
After dinner, they returned to the warehouse and found that the registration work was still in progress.
After more than two hours, all the chickens were finally registered. After careful calculation, the financial staff told Zhou Zhiming that there were 382 chickens in total, each costing 3 yuan, for a total of 1,146 yuan.
When Zhou Zhiming heard this number, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. It was the first time in his life that he had seen so much money.
The financial staff handed the money to Zhou Zhiming. Zhou Zhiming took it with trembling hands and put the money away carefully, fearing that he would drop it accidentally.
He knew in his heart that if the money was lost, he didn't know how long it would take to pay it back.
After collecting the money, Zhou Zhiming and Zhou Dazhong said goodbye to everyone at the steel plant, got on the tractor, and set off back to Zhoujiazhuang.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, and the shadow of the tractor was stretched out long.
Zhou Zhiming was filled with emotion as he thought about today's experience. Not only did he sell the chickens in the village, but he also saw the canteen of the steel plant. He didn't expect that it was not as good as the big canteen in the village. This was something he had not expected.
After all, the steel plant’s welfare is well-known to be good. Now it seems that compared with Zhoujiazhuang, it’s just so-so!
More importantly, I always feel uneasy holding so much money in my hands. I think I should send the money back to Zhoujiazhuang!
You know, this money is a considerable income for Zhoujiazhuang.
(End of this chapter)
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