Liu Shengguang paid the workers in the oil mill their wages and gave each of them a plastic jug of soybean oil. He then announced that they would be on holiday from today until they would return to work on the sixth day of the New Year.
Working days are the same as those of all the factories in Jiangwei.
The employees of the oil mill left happily one by one.
Because the working environment in the oil mill is hot, the wages are slightly higher.
The workers in the oil mill earn 150 yuan a month, which is slightly higher than the current average market wage of 120 yuan.
Liu Shengguang directly gave these people 200 yuan plus a pot of soybean oil, and the additional 50 yuan was regarded as a bonus for the more than two months of opening.
Although it is a little less, Liu Shengguang promised that if the benefits are good next year, he will make it up to everyone.
Of course these people were happy.
After sending these employees away, Liu Shengguang hurried out of the oil mill. He put his hands on his awning and looked around, only to find Wan Feng and Liu Jiu on the hillside 300 meters west of his oil mill.
Liu Shengguang had no idea why Wan Feng and Liu Yong were running up the hillside.
He closed the big iron gate of the oil mill and trotted to Wan Feng and Liu Yong.
"Shengguang! Liu Yong wants to build a pig farm here and rent a piece of land. You're familiar with the cadres in Huanghui Village, so you can help him with it!"
Liu Shengguang didn't say anything, still thinking about Wan Feng's words.
Building a pig farm here? Will that give me a market for my bean cakes?
If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. The first thing this guy thought of was the bean cake problem that gave him a headache.
"I wonder how many pigs Brother Liu wants to raise?"
"One hundred!"
Damn! That's a little too little. A pig eating five bean cakes a year only weighs 400 kilograms. A hundred pigs only weigh 40,000 kilograms. This is a bit too much!
"Brother Liu! Why don't you raise a thousand?"
If Liu Jiu raised a thousand pigs, he wouldn't have to worry about selling his bean cakes.
Liu Yong is so tired. Isn't this the first year I've been raising a dog? I want to eat a fat man in one bite, be careful not to choke to death.
Wan Feng now understood the meaning of Liu Shengguang's question.
"How many bean cakes do you have in stock?"
"Right now, there are more than 100,000 kilograms. If all the beans are processed, I'm afraid there will be a backlog of 300,000 kilograms."
One million kilograms of beans and more than 800,000 kilograms of cakes. Even if part of them is sold, at least half will be left.
Wow! The smallest bean cake weighs 20 kilograms, the medium-sized bean cake weighs 40 kilograms, and the largest bean cake weighs 80 kilograms.
Liu Shengguang's oil mill is full of 80-jin cakes that are the size of pot lids.
Three hundred thousand kilograms of bean cakes cost about four thousand yuan. How big a warehouse would it take to store them all?
"Xiao Wan! How can you sell these remaining bean cakes?"
Bean cakes don't really have much use other than feeding livestock and plants. They can be used to survive in years of famine and disaster.
The next step is to make feed, but it is obviously too early to make feed now.
Nowadays, no matter whether you raise chickens or pigs, they have the habit of eating feed. Who are you going to sell the feed to?
We have to rely on individuals to buy it.
"If all else fails, run an ad. How can one ad not sell hundreds of thousands of pounds?"
"How much does it cost to run an ad?"
"It costs a few dozen yuan to advertise on a radio station, and a few hundred yuan to advertise on a TV station."
"Well, forget it. Hundreds of dollars and thousands of kilograms of bean cakes are gone. I might as well print some flyers and post them everywhere."
You can print a thousand flyers for ten yuan, and just post them everywhere.
"I don't think you'll have to worry about this little bit of bean cake. If Brother Liu raises pigs well this year, maybe he can raise 500 pigs next year, and he'll be able to help you handle over 100,000 kilograms. And I think there will be more pig farmers this year. It's unclear whether you'll have enough to sell by then. Just keep them well, and you're guaranteed to sell them before the new cakes come in tomorrow autumn."
Wan Feng felt that it would not be a problem for Liu Shengguang to sell this amount of bean cakes.
"I feel relieved when you say that. Your words are always accurate."
After that, Liu Shengguang and Liu Yong began to calculate how much it would cost to rent the land.
"Land leasing is easy. This land belongs to an individual. Just pay him more than you would get from farming. And the harvest is guaranteed regardless of drought or flood. Unlike farming, floods and droughts will affect the harvest. After the New Year, I'll take you to the owner of this land to discuss it."
That's how it was settled.
Wan Feng drove Liu Yong back to the shop and then went home.
The Spring Festival of 1990 came in the blink of an eye, and it was New Year's Eve in the blink of an eye.
On the morning of the 30th, Wan Feng brought several senior executives from Nanwan Factory and visited the nursing home in a truck carrying gifts.
The car was loaded with fireworks, firecrackers, dozens of new clothes and a whole pig.
Wan Feng greeted the elderly people living here in each house, and as usual, gave each of them a hundred yuan in New Year's money.
After returning from the nursing home, Wan Feng asked the driver to drive the Sibu Xiang to deliver the things from the paging station.
Also firecrackers, fireworks, fruits and food, etc.
It seemed as if tears were flowing from Zhang Xuan's eyes.
Although the Spring Festival routine remains the same year after year, people still enjoy it very much.
At this year's Spring Festival Gala, a man dressed as a farmer who walked on stage for the first time was an eye-catching sight.
One of his skits kicked off a man's legendary life on the comedian stage.
Wan Feng has no time to worry about what will happen to this person in the future. Everyone has their own way to go, and others cannot interfere or force them to do so.
As usual, Wan Feng went out to pay New Year's greetings on the morning of the first day of the New Year and did not return until the afternoon.
Those who came to pay New Year's greetings came even though they knew Wan Feng was not there in the morning. They would sit for a few minutes, take the gifts, and then leave, as if it had become a habit.
But this year Wan Feng did something different from previous years.
He and Zhang Xuan had a secret date on the night of the third day of junior high school.
The only bad thing about the paging station is that there are no holidays, and they get busier as the holidays approach.
Zhang Xuan basically stayed at the paging station during the Chinese New Year.
In the winter month, Zhang Xuan bought a house on the front street of Xiaoshutun and announced to the public that her parents and younger siblings were coming.
When someone asked her why she didn't buy an apartment, she said her parents were not used to living in an apartment.
The house was decorated by Wang He.
At first, even Wan Feng thought that Zhang Zhiyuan and his family were coming.
Then it is only natural for Zhang Xuan to prepare a house.
Ever since this house was cleaned up, Zhang Xuan would sleep here every few nights because the paging station was too noisy.
Wan Feng didn't take these things seriously.
But Zhang Zhiyuan and his family did not come during the Chinese New Year.
At around five o'clock in the afternoon on the third day of the Lunar New Year, Wan Feng received a call from Zhang Xuan.
Zhang Xuan's tone was very firm. If Wan Feng didn't show up in the house after 11 o'clock tonight, she would make her relationship with him public tomorrow.
Without giving Wan Feng any chance to explain, he hung up the phone with a click.
Wan Feng was dumbfounded on the spot.
Isn't this just being forced into taking action?
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