With less than ten days until the Mid-Autumn Festival, Meng Zhao had ample time to prepare. After returning home, he first went to the starch workshop.
Currently, the workshop can stably produce 120-150 catties of starch per day, and also produce nearly 400-500 catties of soybean residue every day.
During this time, a small portion of the soybean residue is taken home by the workers in the workshop to eat every day. Some people fry it to make potato residue pancakes, and if they can't finish it, they can cook it and feed it to the chickens and ducks they raise at home.
But the chickens and ducks they raised at home were at most eight or nine, which was more than they could eat. Most of them had to be thrown away, so these wasted bean dregs became a burden on Meng Zhao's heart.
Now that we have the deposit and payment for the first batch of goods, it's time to solve this problem.
She plans to take a two-pronged approach: firstly, to expedite fertilizer research, and secondly, to develop the livestock industry.
While raising chickens and ducks is easy and quick, the profits are still too low. The best option is to raise pigs.
Moreover, Meng Zhao had long been dissatisfied with the quality of pork nowadays. Whether it was the pork Meng Dashan gave her or the pork she saw Chunfenglou using last time, it was far from satisfactory to Meng Zhao. Not only was the meat quality poor, but the flavor was also insufficient.
This is also why some wealthy families prefer to eat beef and mutton, believing that pork is unclean.
But pork is the most important meat on the modern dining table, and there must be a reason for that.
Pigs have high fertility and survival rates, and a high proportion of their feed is converted into meat. If combined with scientific breeding methods, the market potential will be enormous.
Without hesitation, Meng Zhao rushed home to write a business plan.
When I got home, I saw Madam Gu sitting in the yard sewing something. "Mother, what are you doing?"
When Gu saw Meng Zhao, she smiled and said, "Gu Yun and Xu Ping just chopped firewood and brought it over. I noticed that their shoes were old and worn out, so I thought I'd make two pairs of shoes for each of them so they could take turns wearing them."
Meng Zhao then noticed the neatly stacked pile of firewood in the yard and said with some helplessness, "These two kids, they finally get a day off, but they don't even know how to rest. They insist on coming over to work."
“They are both good children, and they know how to repay kindness. I just invited them over for dinner tonight. I will steam some extra rice later so that both children can have some to eat.”
Gu Yun and Xu Ping have been following the village head around these days. They don't spend much time in the village on weekdays. They usually eat with the village head and stay in the east room of the ancestral hall to avoid any accidents in the workshop.
Today was a day off, and Meng Zhao told them to go home and visit their families, but it was only afternoon and they had already come back.
Meng Zhao returned to the room, took out paper and pen, sorted out the jumbled thoughts in her mind, and then wrote them down.
She didn't come to her senses until she heard Madam Gu calling her for dinner as dusk approached.
When they came out, the food was already prepared. Meng Zhao complained, "Mother, why didn't you ask me to help?"
Madam Gu smiled and said, "Gu Yun and Xu Ping are here, there's no need for you. I saw you were busy in the room, so I didn't let them disturb you."
Meng Zhao looked at the two people helping to set the table and said, "Didn't I tell you to go home and rest today? Why are you back so early?"
Xu Ping complained slightly, "As soon as I got home, my grandfather started lecturing me, saying why I always wanted to come home, whether I was being lazy and not doing any work, and he kept urging me to come back."
Gu Yun chuckled and said, "I was at home too. My mother said there was nothing I could do at home, so I came back early to help my aunt and cousin-in-law with some chores."
Meng Zhao sighed helplessly, "Alright, then you all should be careful too. Rest when you need to, and don't work too hard."
Xu Ping picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. "As long as I can eat the food my cousin and aunt cook, I have a lot of energy and it's not hard at all. It's so delicious."
"Hahaha, you're growing taller right now, so eat as much as you like." Madam Gu laughed as she put food on Xu Ping's plate.
After finishing his stall the next day, Meng Zhao took the business plan to his parents and told them about his idea.
The couple, who always supported Meng Zhao in everything, fell silent at this moment. After hesitating for a while, Meng Dashan said:
“Zhaozhao, it’s not that your father doesn’t support you, it’s just that your father really doesn’t want you to suffer like this. Raising pigs is not only tiring, but the environment is also bad. Besides, you are a girl. If you run a pig farm, I’m afraid people will laugh at you.”
Meng Dashan himself was a butcher and had raised pigs before, so he naturally knew the difficulties of this profession. For example, although he had made some money, his reputation in the area had never been very good. Therefore, even though he only had one daughter, he and his wife had never let her get involved in pig slaughtering.
“Yes, daughter, our family used to raise pigs. Raising pigs is not an easy thing. If the pigs get sick and die, not only will we not make any money, but we will also lose a lot of money. Now it’s much better. Your dad buys pigs from other people, slaughters them, and sells the meat. Although we don’t earn as much as we did raising pigs, at least it’s a business that’s guaranteed to make money.”
Meng Zhao could fully understand her parents' concerns, but she was indeed not afraid of hardship or losing face.
“Mom and Dad, I know you’re worried about me, but I didn’t just make this decision on a whim. I thought about it for a long time before making this decision. Besides, no matter how difficult it is to raise pigs, we still have you. If we work together as a family, we’ll definitely be able to do it well.”
After saying this, Meng Zhao took out the plan she had written and showed it to the two of them. Meng Dashan picked up the stack of papers, but before he could even glance at them, his wife snatched them away from him.
"Can you read? Then look."
Meng Dashan touched his nose, moved closer to his wife, and waited to hear her read.
Looking at the paper in her hand, Xu Yunrong's expression was complicated. "Zhaozhao, I've been trying to get you to study since you were little, but you didn't want to. Otherwise, why would you write something that looks like you're drawing a talisman?"
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