“We’re not selling Dapeng’s vegetables outside the farm right now. Those are all seasonal prices. I suggest you take a look at the eggs and chicken.” As she spoke, Qin Huairu stood up. “Why don’t you come with me to the farm?”
"Oh, oh, that works too." Yan Bugui nodded, looking at it, it wasn't bad either.
Stepping outside, the air was filled with the smell of chicken droppings.
This shows that the farm is actually not far from here.
"Your village is quite wealthy, huh?" Uncle San said as he followed behind Qin Huairu.
"Yes, the whole village owns shares in this farm. Last year, everyone received a dividend of more than a thousand yuan."
"So much?!" The third uncle was taken aback by the amount of dividends.
"Actually, it's not so bad." Qin Huairu shook her head: "The real money is in those greenhouses, but to be honest, the technology for greenhouses isn't that difficult. Shouren said that if others see that this stuff is profitable, they'll follow suit sooner or later. You know, during bad times, pork could sell for twenty yuan a pound."
“Shouren said that would not be the right path.”
"That's true." The third uncle recalled those years when there was a shortage of food everywhere, and his family really didn't have a single piece of meat. Back then, people's faces were ashen from hunger. Pork cost more than ten yuan a pound, and eggs cost five or six yuan a pound. Who could afford it? They couldn't afford it, and they didn't dare to eat it.
“He made a lot of money in the past few years, even though it wasn’t the right way to make money. Now he’s invested it all in a chicken farm. He says that a steady, long-term approach is best. The villagers believe him. The dividends have fluctuated over the years, but no one has complained.”
Yan Bugui: ...
With over a thousand in dividends a year, you're still complaining?!
I don't want more than a thousand a year, I'll take more than a thousand over ten years!
Yan Bugui cursed under his breath.
Before long, we arrived at the chicken farm.
"It's autumn now. Except when we clean the chicken coop every morning, the staff won't let the chickens out. Hens need specific temperatures to lay eggs, and the temperature in the chicken coop is the most suitable, Uncle?"
Qin Huairu glanced at the dumbfounded Third Uncle beside her and couldn't help but smile.
"Good heavens, how many genitals do you have?" The third uncle's voice rose a little.
The entire chicken coop housed nearly seven or eight thousand adult chickens, a truly spectacular sight that greatly impressed the Third Uncle.
"More than eight thousand heads, and we'll expand further," Qin Huairu said. "Third Uncle, if you're interested in doing this, I suggest you sell this."
"You didn't supply goods to the supply and marketing cooperative?" the old man asked.
"Yes, but not much." Qin Huairu shook her head: "The supply and marketing cooperative only needs a little over a hundred catties a week. Our output is higher than theirs, so we have to think of a way. Besides, is this really enough?"
The answer is no.
These days, by the standards of ordinary people, that's about half a pound of eggs per month, three or four large ones, and five small ones.
This is a month's supply. Five eggs a month? Who can eat that?
"I can't sell too many by myself." Yan Bugui said with some hesitation, "Eggs are easy to sell, but if I have to ride my bike to the city to sell them every day, I don't know how many I'll have left."
Qin Huairu smiled and said, "Don't worry, we don't plan for you to sell it yourself. Shall we talk about it when we get back?"
The chicken farm wasn't very big; they finished their tour in ten or twenty minutes and then returned to the village office.
After they were seated, Qin Huairu poured Yan Bugui another cup of tea.
"Well, we didn't plan for you to sell it yourself. We just wanted you to show us the way."
"This..." Yan Bugui hesitated. He could lead the way, but that was a one-time thing.
"Don't worry, it's not a one-time thing. You'll train your people and teach them how to sell things in the city. You'll be their nominal mentor. We'll give you a monthly salary of thirty yuan. Don't think it's too little. In addition, we'll give you a commission. We'll give you a portion of the sales your apprentices make."
“That’s plenty!” Yan Bugui waved his hands repeatedly.
Putting everything else aside, thirty yuan is a lot!
"It's fine as long as you agree." Qin Huairu smiled. She knew that the Third Uncle probably didn't know how much commission he would get, otherwise he would probably be so happy that he would faint right now.
"Alright, it's settled then. Tomorrow, I'll lead the team over first, and you'll take care of those young men."
"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll definitely handle this perfectly for you." Yan Bugui nodded repeatedly.
"Take a look at this contract. If there are no problems, then sign it." Qin Huairu took a contract out of the drawer and handed it over.
There's still a contract?
Yan Bugui took it, pulled out his glasses from his pocket, put them on, and carefully examined them. After confirming there were no problems, he signed his name.
Qin Huairu glanced at it and smiled, "Third Uncle's handwriting is still so beautiful, he's still got it."
"Haha, that's all you have to offer." Yan Bugui laughed. "By the way, Huai Ru, I'd like to take a walk around the village. Is that alright with you?"
"Sure, but I don't have time to keep you company," Qin Huairu said apologetically. "I still have a lot to take care of. I'll call someone over..."
"Hey, hey, no need, no need. I'm just taking a walk, I don't need anyone to accompany me." Yan Bugui waved his hands repeatedly.
“Okay, then you can go by yourself. Oh, right.” Qin Huairu took out a red ticket from the drawer and handed it to the third uncle: “It’s already past ten o’clock. Don’t rush back after you’re done looking around. There’s a canteen in the village. You can use this ticket to eat there. Stay for lunch, have a meal, and rest for a while before you leave.”
Yan Bugui took the red roll, which was printed with "Qin Family Village Canteen Meal Roll".
"What is this? A communal meal?" Yan Bugui asked, somewhat puzzled.
"No, this was built by the village to provide meals for the workers. If they want, they can pay a small fee each month to eat in the canteen. It's entirely voluntary."
"Oh, that's good."
Yan Bugui had experienced the era of communal dining. The food back then was alright at first, but it became increasingly inedible over time. Even someone as stingy as Yan Bugui couldn't stomach that stuff. However, hearing Qin Huairu say this piqued his curiosity.
After leaving the village office, the old man began to stroll around the village, jokingly saying, "This lunch is too good to pass up."
To be fair, the village has become much more beautiful after the planning, and it almost has all the idyllic rural life I've ever dreamed of.
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