Wan Feng and Yu Qingtao walked around a workshop and came out.
"Let me tell you something. Construction of the port will begin around June. The initial phase will be earthwork. Would you consider doing something with it?"
Yu Qingtao's eyes drooped. "What are you doing?"
"If anyone doesn't know how to write the word 'dead', just look at you and they'll know. What are you doing? Making money!"
Yu Qingtao still looked confused: "How do I make money?"
Wan Feng tapped his ears and asked, "What's going on with the summer insects and the ice?"
"You can find Zhang Wencai and try to contract the earthwork. If you can't do all of it, at least half of it will be fine. Then you can get a truck to haul the earth to the beach and dump it in the sea. That's how you make money."
"It sounds simple, but where can I get a car?"
"Hire a car or buy a car, understand?"
Yu Qingtao understood: "How much money can I make?"
"If you can get all these earthworks, you can make a profit of 35 million after paying off the mess."
Yu Qingtao's eyes lit up, as if it could make more money than his cold storage, and he could earn millions in a few months.
"Tell me more about how you make money."
Wan Feng is so tired.
"We're going to build a port on the coast, and we're going to need to use this mudflat to build a site about two square kilometers in size. Let's say the government pays twelve yuan per cubic meter for earth and rock, and they're going to pay about two yuan per cubic meter for soil from the mountain. That leaves you with ten yuan per cubic meter. If you have a truck, you can make ten yuan per cubic meter. Do you understand?"
Yu Qingtao nodded.
"Of course, even if you have ten cars, you still can't do it. You can hire someone else's car for nine dollars..."
"I just picked up a dollar for nothing?"
The dull head finally came to his senses.
Wan Feng snapped his fingers: "OK!"
"But where can we find so many cars? They'd need old ones. Even if we gathered all the cars in Hongya here, we wouldn't be able to make it in time!"
"Have you forgotten about the shrimp farms we built a few years ago? As long as there's profit, more people will buy and maintain cars."
When shrimp farming was in progress a few years ago, many families raised tractors, such as Dongfanghong 28, 518-60, Shanghai 50, Changchun 40, and even tractors from the Czech Republic.
Of course, these tractors lost their use after the shrimp pen was built. Except for a few that were kept for farmland operations, most of them were either idle, sold to other places, or sold as scrap metal.
Starting in 1991, steel prices rose again, and a large tractor could be sold for three to four thousand yuan even if it was sold as scrap metal.
"But where can I buy a car?"
Wan Feng looked at Yu Qingtao as if he were an idiot. "I have it! A dump truck with a five-ton rated load capacity. It can easily carry five cubic meters of soil."
"One cubic meter of soil weighs 3,300 to 400 kilograms. Five cubic meters of soil weighs over eight tons. You've certified that a five-ton truck can carry five cubic meters of soil?"
Wan Feng was speechless. "Who says a truck rated for five tons can't tow eight tons? If you can load fifteen tons, we'll let you tow it. Aren't trucks doing this job just trying to make money by overloading? If you don't overload, you'll have to sacrifice your wife and kids."
"I've never owned a car, so how would I know this? How much is your car?"
Wan Feng thought for a moment and said, "Probably more than 60,000."
"How many days will it take to earn back the money it costs so much?"
"Let me put it this way. If you finish this job, you'll earn enough to buy a car."
Yu Qingtao thought for a minute and said, "It seems like a promising idea. A dump truck would save a lot of trouble. However, it's only four or five miles from Yushan to the beach, so unloading wouldn't be a big deal. But loading it would be a problem, wouldn't it?"
"Haha! We have everything. We even have loaders and forklifts. They cost over a hundred thousand each, and one forklift can easily load more than a dozen cars. You figure it out yourself. If you don't want to do it, I'll take over the earthwork."
Yu Qingtao was a little dazed. What was there?
Why do I feel cheated?
"I need to think about this carefully."
Yu Qingtao, let him think about it slowly.
Wan Feng got in the car with Yang Jianguo and returned to Jiangwei. When they passed Huanghui Village, they went to take a look at Liu Shengguang's oil mill as usual.
The beans that were piled up in the yard of the oil mill a few years ago have disappeared without a trace. I guess they were all put into the press and turned into soybean oil and bean cake.
He even cleared out quite a few of the beans in his warehouses.
Among the two warehouses cleared, Liu Shengguang bought a pellet making machine and a bagging machine and installed them, and hired several people from Huanghui Village to start producing feed.
The main formula of the feed he produces is soybean cake, wheat bran, fish meal, salt and three chemicals.
Chemicals can be bought in stores in the county town that specialize in such products. He already has soybean cake, and if he buys a certain proportion of wheat bran and fish meal, he can produce feed that is not very complicated.
These things are mixed in a certain proportion in a mixer, and then pressed into long strips of granules one or two centimeters long and as thick as chopsticks by a granulator, and then bound by a bagging machine.
A bag of feed came out.
“Is there a market for it?”
"Now, they are bought by local families for experiments. They don't believe that my feed can grow pigs to 240 or 250 kilograms in just five months. I am also producing in small batches, about one ton a day."
"You didn't choose a good place. Putting the feed mill and the oil mill together is a bit ridiculous."
"I'll give it a try this year to see how it goes. If it works, I'll find a place to build a factory dedicated to producing feed next year."
This idea is quite standard. Liu Shengguang is quite cautious in doing business and does not take risks. If it works out, I will build a new factory to specialize in production. If it doesn't work out, I will close the factory and concentrate on running the oil mill.
This is a bit unlike him. People like him are supposed to be fearless, so why is he so restricted?
“How many pigs did you raise this year?”
"I don't want to raise pigs anymore. Raising pigs is too noisy. I'd rather focus on running the oil mill and processing some feed."
"So, did you sell your pig farm to Liu Jiu?"
Liu Shengguang nodded and half-sold and half-gave away his half of the pig farm to Liu Jiu.
Wan Feng came to Liu Jiu's pig farm.
Liu Jiu raised three hundred pigs this year. They looked like they had not been caught for long. They were all forty or fifty kilograms in size and jumped up and down in the pen.
It was already noon, and these guys were shouting very happily.
Liu Jiu and his hired employees were pouring food into the pig trough.
"The biggest fear in pig farming is getting sick. Disinfection and prevention must be done well. As long as they don't get sick, it's fine."
If there is a swine fever, all your money will be gone.
"I use disinfectant and other disinfectants every few days to keep the pig house clean. I can produce a pen of pigs every four or five months with the same feed as Liu Shengguang, and two pen of pigs a year. As long as I can make a profit from one pen, I have nothing to worry about."
If you calculate this, if you make money in one column but lose money in the next column, wouldn’t it be a waste of time?
The biggest advantage of Liujiu's pig farm is that it is far away from the village and built on a hillside. Even if the pigs in the village get any disease, it will not be transmitted here.
As long as I take precautions, there shouldn't be any major problems.
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