Chapter 130: Travelers Should Not Be Cowardly
It was obviously impossible to transport so many live cattle, sheep and pigs back to the capital.
If transportation were so simple, there wouldn't be so many cattle and sheep on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and eating meat would be a luxury for the people of the country. In 1959, transportation was a big problem that was difficult to solve.
The county staff left, leaving Lin Sanqi scratching his head.
Because living things cannot be transported to 2013 through the gate using the golden finger.
And the big truck he drove was just a cover. He could actually drive beef from Yushu to the capital? That can only be described as crazy.
That old, beat-up truck would probably fall apart before it even left Qinghai.
Therefore, the best option is to slaughter these cattle, sheep and pigs and then put them in the system space for preservation. After all, the passage space between the two doors is as large as two football fields, which is enough to hold everything.
This way, you can use the money to eat in 2013, and you can also use it to repay your debt in 1959. It's the best of both worlds.
Lin Sanqi found the village chief of Chikang Village, old man Kalon Wangdui, and put forward his request.
Village chief Kalon Wangdui now sees Lin Sanqi as a God of Wealth who can satisfy any request of the God of Wealth. It’s just slaughtering cattle and pigs, so what’s the big deal?
"Don't worry, Doctor Lin. I'll take care of this."
In less than half an hour, 20 strong young men from Chikang Village came. Each of them brought their own tools and started the slaughtering work with a clear division of labor. Lin Sanqi once again became a hands-off boss.
He didn't know how to kill pigs. Besides, he wasn't afraid of the villagers stealing the meat. They had already eaten enough beef and mutton.
The whole village worked until midnight, but everyone had a smile on their face and there was no sign of fatigue at all.
It was not because they valued national unity, nor because they loved Lin Sanqi, a Han Chinese. It was simply because Lin Sanqi gave too much. He gave a thermos to each villager who participated in the slaughter.
The thermos was purchased by Lin Sanqi from Taobao. The outer shell is made of woven bamboo, and it has a retro style, just right for the 1950s.
Lin Sanqi ordered 100 pieces online at one go and lowered the price from 50 yuan to 45 yuan.
When the villagers of Chikang Village received the thermos, their gratitude to Lin Sanqi reached its peak. This kind of "luxury" was not originally something that ordinary herdsmen could enjoy.
A thermos that sells for 5 yuan in the capital costs 15 yuan in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau where transportation is inconvenient. Ordinary ethnic minorities simply cannot afford it.
Now that they have thermoses, these villagers can drink hot milk while grazing in the wild without shivering from the cold.
As long as Lin Sanqi can bring benefits to the villagers, it would be fine to choose him as the leader of the tribe.
The village chief, Kalon Wangdui, was so touched when he received the two thermoses that he picked out the 20 fattest Tibetan pigs in the village and slaughtered them to give to Doctor Lin as a return gift.
That night, in the darkness, Lin Sanqi used a large truck to transport the slaughtered beef, mutton and pork out of the village three times, and announced to the outside world that someone from Xi Ning had come to pick them up.
In fact, it is stored in the passage space.
All the cowhide, sheepskin and Panax notoginseng were given to the villagers, but all the offal was cleaned up by the villagers and put into plastic buckets to be taken away. People in Huadu still love to eat offal.
For example, pork offal porridge.
After putting the beef, mutton and pork in a corner, Lin Sanqi came to the place where Cordyceps sinensis was stored.
The cordyceps sent by ethnic minorities were in a mess, either packed in bags or placed in wooden boxes, very casually.
This results in a lot of Cordyceps being broken during transportation, and the broken Cordyceps cannot be sold at a good price.
From Lin Sanqi's perspective, what is being cut off is not the Cordyceps, but the money.
However, due to lack of manpower and large quantity, Lin Sanqi had no time to clean up, so he had to buy a lot of plastic boxes, usually storing ten or twenty kilograms of goods in a box, and then ask someone to slowly clean them out later.
There are more than ten such plastic boxes now, and the special and first-class Cordyceps contain at least 300 kilograms of hair.
Even if we calculate based on the average price of 500,000 yuan per kilogram, the value of so much Cordyceps is already over 100 million yuan, which is definitely an astronomical figure for a small family like Lin Sanqi.
Even if the golden finger becomes ineffective from tomorrow and he cannot travel through time, Lin Sanqi will have enough food and clothing to live comfortably.
Of course, in the eyes of capital tycoons, these numbers mean that people with 100 million or 200 million are considered rich?
Lin Sanqi was very happy after working all night. He was ready to take a nap at daybreak, but just as he lay down, he heard the village chief Kalon Wangdui calling him.
"Comrade Lin, are you awake?"
The village chief, Garun Wangdui, took good care of Lin Sanqi. He fed him roasted whole lamb and hen stewed with cordyceps every day, and even mobilized the entire village to work for him. So Lin Sanqi still respected him very much and quickly got up and pushed the door open to go out.
"Village Chief Kalon, what's wrong?"
Kalon Wangdui was a little embarrassed and said shyly:
"Comrade Lin, I just want to ask if you can purchase some Cordyceps that doesn't meet your requirements?"
Lin Sanqi's mind was full of questions: "What does it mean by not meeting the requirements?"
"The size of the Cordyceps does not meet your requirements, it will be smaller," Kalon Wangdui made a small movement with his index finger and thumb.
Lin Sanqi thought to himself, "Don't let the Korean men see this action, they will cyberbully you."
At this time, Lin Sanqi already knew what the village chief Kalon Wangdui meant.
Because Lin Sanqi wants to take advantage of the fact that no one is interested in Cordyceps sinensis now, and based on the huge quantity, he wants to purchase the best and highest grade Cordyceps sinensis as much as possible, so as to maximize profits.
So he directly gave the sample and asked the local staff to purchase it according to this size, and made it clear that small Cordyceps were not allowed.
In the past, some villagers had caused trouble, trying to pass off small items as big ones and inferior products as good ones, and force-sell small Cordyceps to Lin Sanqi. However, they were all fought back by Lin Sanqi and the villagers of Chikang Village.
Now that the village chief of Kalon Wangdui has come forward in person, Lin Sanqi finds this matter strange. Out of respect for the elderly, Lin Sanqi also thinks it is worth considering.
"Village Chief Kalon, if you have Cordyceps, I can buy it. Don't worry, hehe."
"No, no, it's not me, it's... Look, Comrade Lin, come with me... Nima Ci Lun, you follow and act as the interpreter!"
Garlon Wangdui led Lin Sanqi, Nima Cilun and the other two out of the yard and came to the Zaqu River next to the village.
Because it was summer, the weather was not very cold at night. Lin Sanqi found that there were many people sleeping on the river bank. At first glance, they looked like sheep lying on the ground.
The village chief, Kalon Wangdui, introduced:
"These are herders who came from far away. They are all poor people, but they are all my people."
Lin Sanqi didn't have any saintly mentality. He thought, he is your fellow tribesman, not mine. You don't want me to make a charity donation, do you?
Sorry, I'm going to take a taxi to Xi Ning to find the Red + Club.
At this time, the people on the riverbank also discovered Lin Sanqi. An old man trotted over, but before he arrived, the strong smell of mutton wafted over.
The old man was wearing a sheepskin coat that was riddled with holes. His thighs were bare, making one wonder if he was wearing any pants. His feet were black and swollen, clearly indicating he never wore shoes.
When the old man opened his mouth, he found that most of his front teeth were missing, but his wrinkled face looked so sincere in his smile. As he spoke, he tried to hand over a sheepskin bag.
Nima Cilun translated beside him:
"This old man came all the way from Jieduo. He walked for two days and two nights before he finally arrived here to sell us some Cordyceps. We've checked before, and most of his Cordyceps don't meet your requirements. But he refused to leave and wants you to give him a chance."
The old man smiled ingratiatingly and tried to hand over his sheepskin bag, wanting Lin Sanqi to take a look.
The village chief, Kalon Wangdui, was also there to advise:
"Comrade Lin, this old man is in such a plight. He and his wife are the only ones at home. His three sons were killed in an avalanche while they were herding. It's hard for the two elderly people to even get enough food."
Lin Sanqi took the bag with difficulty and found a pile of Cordyceps inside. After padding, it weighed about four or five pounds. However, the Cordyceps looked very messy, with all sizes, and many of them were covered with dirt.
Do you want to accept it?
This is actually not a problem for Lin Sanqi. The price of special-grade Cordyceps is high, but the small Cordyceps can also be sold, and it also makes huge profits.
The reason why Lin Sanqi does not buy small Cordyceps is that he is afraid that the Cordyceps market is so small. If he invests several tons of Cordyceps, will the Huadu Cordyceps market collapse?
You should know that the reason why the price of Cordyceps is so high is that there is capital behind it, and the goods are released in small quantities and multiple times.
Scarcity makes things valuable; if there are too many of them, they become worthless. This is the eternal truth of capital making money.
Lin Sanqi is just a small shrimp and has no ability to fight against capital. He is afraid that if there is too much Cordyceps, it will be easy to be targeted. Is the Lin family going to be hit again?
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi wanted to withdraw his hand and stop purchasing Cordyceps, only making his own share of the profit.
But just when Lin Sanqi was hesitating, the other ethnic minorities on the riverbank saw the "boss" coming and suddenly surrounded him. There were at least two or three hundred people.
These people surrounded Lin Sanqi and the other two, shouting something, their faces showing obvious anxiety. They were holding bags in their hands, obviously there to sell Cordyceps.
The village chief, Kalon, quickly yelled at people to retreat, but the group refused to listen.
Lin Sanqi now felt like he was dreaming. He was surrounded by a group of hungry refugees. All of them surrounded him and stretched out their hands to get his help.
This kind of help is a drop in the bucket for a modern man like Lin Sanqi, just a small amount of supplies or a few yuan in cash.
But for these herders, this help may be life-saving money, which can help them get through the most difficult times and keep their families alive.
Should we harvest Cordyceps or not? Should we save these ethnic minorities or not?
This is a multiple-choice question.
But is this really a multiple-choice question?
Lin Sanqi grabbed the bags that were handed to him and shouted, not caring whether others could understand him or not:
"I've traveled through time, I'm not a coward, I'm going to take all your Cordyceps!"
(End of this chapter)
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