Chapter 231: Black Hearted Food Struck by Lightning
Lin Sanqi loaded all the ginseng onto a large truck. After everyone left, he quickly slipped through the warehouse door into the "passageway space" and returned to 2013.
The preservation requirements for wild ginseng are very high. It not only needs to be sealed, but also needs to be kept at a constant temperature and humidity.
Another thing is that the repackaging of wild ginseng requires professional staff, and not a single ginseng beard can fall off. Losing a few of them can cause the value of the ginseng to plummet.
The housewives in Shilou Village have no problem sorting Cordyceps sinensis or shark fin and abalone, but they have trouble sorting wild ginseng.
Fortunately, Lin Sanqi is the boss, so the small task of recruiting ginseng packers will naturally be done by the staff of Lingnan Hall.
Lin Sanqi did not go to the company for patrol first, but first found his father who was supervising the renovation at Xu Lai Square:
"What? You got over 500 wild ginsengs over there?"
Lin Musen was equally excited after hearing this. As an old Chinese medicine practitioner, he naturally understood the preciousness of these wild ginsengs.
"Yes, Dad, they gave me some wild ginseng, and I have to exchange it for food, so we have to go buy some food now. And Dean Shen over there said to try to arrange for coarse grains."
Lin Musen nodded after hearing this:
"That's the right idea. One kilogram of rice can be exchanged for four or five kilograms of sweet potatoes. Originally, rice only lasted one meal, but now sweet potatoes can last five meals, ensuring we're more full. Let's go to the grain and oil wholesale market now."
Pingle Grain and Oil Market.
Lin Musen and Lin Sanqi first came to their old acquaintance, Boss Zhao.
When Boss Zhao saw the Lin family father and son coming on an electric tricycle, he happily went to greet them. He didn't know about Lin Sanqi's time travel, he only knew that the Lin family had been buying more food recently.
This is all to make money for him.
"Doctor Lin, Doctor Lin, are you here to buy some goods?"
Lin Sanqi jumped out of the car, pushed away the cigarette handed to him by Boss Zhao and asked:
"Uncle Zhao, we want to buy some coarse grains this time. Do you have any?"
“Coarse grains?”
Boss Zhao's mind is full of questions:
"I haven't heard this term in years. Haha, only when I was a kid did people talk about eating whole grains. By the way, what kind of whole grains do you think you need?"
Lin Sanqi thought for a moment:
"Corn flour, sorghum rice, dried sweet potatoes, millet flour, buckwheat flour, etc. are all fine, but rice and flour are not recommended."
Boss Zhao was scratching his head:
"I don't really have the coarse grains you mentioned, but my brother-in-law's feed factory does have them. They're only for feeding pigs and chickens, are you sure you want them?"
When Lin Sanqi heard that it was used to feed animals, his heart suddenly felt a pang of pain.
Suddenly, for a moment, he wanted to buy all the white rice and fragrant flour without paying for it himself.
But when he thought that if all he got was fine grain and the news got out, he would be in trouble in 1960, he had no choice but to give up.
But I am somewhat unwilling:
"Uncle Zhao, please prepare 100 tons of rice, 100 tons of flour, and 10 tons of soybeans for me and send them to the Lingnan Hall warehouse in Shilou Village."
Lin Sanqi planned to act according to circumstances and buy coarse grains and bring fine grains with him.
When Boss Zhao heard this, his eyes were filled with red. So much grain was worth six or seven hundred thousand yuan, and the profit was at least one hundred thousand yuan. The father and son of the Lin family were simply the God of Wealth.
He nodded and bowed with joy:
"Okay, okay, I'll organize the supply right away and definitely give you the best food. As for the coarse grains you want, come on, I'll take you there myself."
"Walk!"
Lin Musen and his son got into Boss Zhao's car and drove for more than an hour to a feed factory in Shiling Town, north of Huadu.
The owner of the feed factory is Yang Fu, who is actively introducing his products:
"Look, bosses! This is the corn flour we've processed. Oh, yes, it's the cornmeal this young boss mentioned. It's made from authentic Northeastern corn kernels, crushed and ground into flour. It's nutritious whether you're feeding pigs or chickens."
Lin Sanqi picked up the golden corn flour and scratched his head. This was not the coarse grain he wanted.
Seeing Lin Sanqi's embarrassed expression, Yang Fu thought the buyer was dissatisfied with his feed, so he tried hard to sell it:
"Boss Lin, if you want to feed your pigs, cornmeal alone won't do the trick. But I have a recipe that works every time. It's guaranteed to make your pigs grow fat.
We can use 2 pounds of cornmeal, 2 pounds of soybeans, 2 pounds of rice bran, add 20 grams of salt and 20 grams of baking soda, remember this ratio, then mix them together and stir-fry them, and the pigs will be guaranteed to eat it deliciously.
Lin Sanqi thought, are you sure this formula is for pigs? If it were 1960, this formula would be equivalent to fine grains, or even more nutritious than fine grains.
"Boss Yang, the cornmeal I'm talking about is the kind made by grinding the corn kernels and cobs together. I don't want pure corn flour."
Boss Yang was stunned for a moment, wondering why this young boss was so stingy? He was even trying to save on just this little bit of feed?
"Boss Xiaolin, this kind of cornmeal is too coarse and has no nutritional value. Pigs don't like to eat it, and even if they do, they won't gain weight, which affects their marketability."
Lin Sanqi thought, if I told you that this kind of cornmeal is for human consumption, would you be shocked?
"That's okay, Boss Yang. Just help me process a batch of this corn flour. Start with 100 tons. We can negotiate the price. It will definitely not reduce your profit."
Yang Fu twitched the corner of his mouth.
But for businessmen, as long as they can make money, they don’t care whether you listen to advice or not, you will buy it and love it.
"Okay, since Boss Xiaolin wants it, I'll arrange for production right away. By the way, what do you think of the millet flour on your list?"
Boss Zhao on the side suddenly interrupted:
"I know this millet noodles. It's supposed to be a type of pasta from Shanxi. It's made by mixing wheat flour, millet flour, glutinous rice flour, and corn flour in a certain ratio. They say the noodles made this way are chewy and delicious. Boss Xiaolin, am I right? Haha."
Boss Zhao is a grain supplier and has some knowledge about pasta, so he immediately started to brag about it.
Lin Sanqi was a little embarrassed again:
"Uncle Zhao, the millet flour I want is different from what you asked for. It's actually very simple. When we process rice, the rice is rice and the bran is bran. They are separate. In the end, the rice is kept and the bran is sold to the feed factory."
Boss Zhao and Yang Fu both nodded blankly:
"Yes, what else?"
Lin Sanqi explained at this time:
"The millet flour I want is actually very simple. Just grind rice or wheat into flour and mix the rice flour and rice bran together."
Yang Fu thought, others are fooling ghosts, but you are fooling pigs. How could pigs possibly eat such feed?
Boss Zhao was also full of questions, and then he smiled and said:
"I've heard of this kind of millet noodles before. It was invented in 1959 when China was short of food, just to save the rice bran. I don't know how people could eat it back then. I'm afraid even pigs wouldn't eat it now."
Lin Sanqi thought that grinding corn cobs and rice bran into powder together was already pretty good.
He had seen it in 1960. At that time, corn stalks, wheat straw, and rice stalks were all ground up and eaten together. There was really no waste at all.
Yang Fu asked uncertainly at this time:
"Boss Xiaolin, do you really want this kind of feed? Are you sure the pigs want to eat it?"
Lin Sanqi nodded helplessly: "Yes, please give me 100 tons of each of this corn flour and millet flour..."
Before Lin Sanqi could finish, he was interrupted by Lin Musen:
"Seven!"
Lin Sanqi looked up at his father and found that his face was already ashen and he looked very angry:
"Boss Yang, please add a certain proportion of pure corn flour and wheat flour to this cornmeal and millet flour. At least it won't taste so bad and won't be completely devoid of nutrition."
It was Yang Fu's turn to be puzzled. He thought: "It's not that bad? Are you planning to take this feed back to eat?"
"Okay, okay, that's no problem, but the price will be a little higher."
Lin Musen said firmly, "The price is up to you. It can be a little higher."
After saying that, Lin Musen ignored his son and strode out of the factory.
Lin Sanqi didn't know what was wrong with his father, so he could only smile awkwardly:
"Boss Yang, please help with the production. You are Uncle Zhao's relative, so we can negotiate the price."
"Okay, no problem, I'll arrange for the birth right away."
Outside the factory, Lin Musen looked at the distant mountains. Hearing footsteps behind him, he whispered:
"Qizi, we've already made enough money. Not to mention the Cordyceps and Tangerine Peel we got earlier, just the ginseng you brought back today is a sum we couldn't even dream of before.
If we continue to feed people with corn and millet flour like that in 60 years, I'm really afraid that God will send down thunderbolts to kill us. We can make less money, but we can't live against our conscience!
Lin Sanqi felt a little aggrieved and explained:
"Dad, it's not that I don't want to give up the good rice and flour. It's just that life is really difficult over there right now. If a large amount of fine grains suddenly appear, it will be easy for people to target them. Then the grain will be confiscated and everyone will have nothing to eat.
That's why Dean Shen at that time specifically told me to buy coarse grains. Although coarse grains taste bad, they are plentiful and can at least fill people's stomachs and prevent them from starving to death. So, originally, I could only exchange for 100 tons of coarse grains, but I wanted to give them 200 tons as compensation.
Lin Musen turned around and patted his son's shoulder a little embarrassedly:
"I see. I'm sorry. I wronged you."
"Dad, no, no."
"Qizi, have you ever thought that since food was so scarce back then, could you have brought large quantities of food over and donated it to the government, giving it directly to those in need to help them through their difficult times?"
Lin Sanqi was stunned for a moment. He was going to support the entire country of the parallel world, with a population of 660 million, by himself?
Come on, Leshan Giant Buddha, stand up and let Comrade Lin Musen sit down!
Just yesterday, my colleague and schoolmate, Dr. Li Sheng, was stabbed to death by a scumbag. A moment of silence. He was even hungry before he died...
(End of this chapter)
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