Back at the shop, we still have to wait until 1 a.m. to go to the Shanghai Library and the Red Brick Creative Park to collect the lunch boxes.
With nothing to do, Xu Guosheng set his sights on Zhang Dezhen, moved a chair to sit next to him, and chatted with him casually.
Zhang Dezhen was a straightforward person, and he answered almost every question Xu Guosheng asked. In no time, he had explained his situation in detail.
As they talked, they started talking about their families. Once things settled down here, they would bring their wife and children over to study. The educational environment here was much better than back home, and life was much more convenient.
As Zhang Dezhen said this, his eyes sparkled, and he shouted even more enthusiastically.
Thinking of the more than 1,000 boxed meals that had just been delivered, Xu Guosheng patted Zhang Dezhen on the shoulder: "Follow my nephew, and you'll live a life of luxury from now on."
Zhang Dezhen smiled but didn't say anything, but his eyes were full of hope.
Today we're serving 50 jin of braised food, 45 jin of vegetables, and 5 jin of meat.
We've almost sold out of the vegetables, but we still have three pounds of meat left.
Xu Guosheng looked at it and became more and more hungry, wanting to eat it more and more.
At this moment, another customer came and bought the remaining vegetables and a pound of meat. Xu Guosheng finally couldn't resist and bought all the remaining two pounds of meat.
After packing up all the remaining braised dishes, Zhang Dezhen carried the remaining braising liquid back to the kitchen, about to pour it away, when Xu Guosheng stopped him: "Old Zhang, what are you doing? Why are you just throwing it away?"
Zhang Dezhen thought Xu Guosheng was distressed about the brine, so he explained, "Where I'm from, we use one batch of water and one batch of brine at a time. The brine will taste different on the second batch."
"That's not what I meant." Xu Guosheng looked around the kitchen and asked with some confusion, "Where's the slop bucket? Isn't there a slop bucket?"
It was only then that Zhang Dezhen realized, "Oh right, I didn't even notice that there was no slop bucket in the kitchen!"
Could it be near the delicious restaurant?
The two carried a basin of brine to the delicious restaurant, but after searching around, they still couldn't find the slop bucket.
Xu Angang finished taking stock of the inventory on the second floor, determining which items needed to be restocked, which needed to be replaced, and which were still in ample supply.
As soon as they came downstairs, they saw Xu Guosheng and his companion running around the shop like headless flies, carrying basins: "Uncle Guosheng, Lao Zhang, what are you doing with those basins of brine?"
"Anzi, where is the slop bucket in your shop?"
A slop bucket?
Xu An was stunned for a moment before realizing what it was: "There are no slop buckets in the shop, but the sinks have filters, so you can just pour it out and clean it up afterwards."
"You don't know the value of firewood and rice until you're in charge of the household! Do you know that swill can be sold for money? It's only 30 cents a kilogram!" Xu Guosheng looked at him with a disappointed expression, pointing to the two large bags of garbage outside the kitchen door: "All these scraps of food and leftover soup, you must have more than a hundred kilograms of swill a day, that's 30 or 40 yuan!"
Xu An initially thought it was nothing, but upon hearing this, he suddenly felt sorry for her.
Thirty a day, that's nine hundred a month! That's more than half a month's wages for a helper in the store.
"Uncle Guosheng, do you know anyone who recycles swill?" Xu An, realizing his mistake, immediately asked, after all, who could turn down money?
A string of names flashed through Xu Guosheng's mind, and finally one name settled in his mind, growing larger and larger until it occupied his entire mind.
Yan Shicai, a major pig farmer in Yanjiacun Village.
He is a well-known pig farmer in Qianhai Town, with a minimum of 800 pigs slaughtered per year and a maximum of 1,700 pigs slaughtered per year.
With so many pigs raised, they also need to eat a lot, so it's impossible to feed them all with pig feed.
The swill from restaurants and the leftover branches and leaves after greenhouse harvesting can be processed and mixed into pig feed, which can save a lot of costs.
"After you close for the day, I'll take you to meet my old friend," Xu Guosheng said with a smile.
At 1 p.m., Xu Guosheng set off for the Haishi Library and the Red Brick Creative Park to collect the lunch boxes, thus concluding his work for the day.
It wasn't until 2:30 PM that Xu An finished his work, and the two of them drove the small truck towards Yanjia Village.
Yan Shicai's pig farm is located outside Yanjiacun. It looks like an inconspicuous, large-scale bungalow with narrow windows on the walls and top for ventilation.
This was the first time in Xu An's two lifetimes that he had visited a pig farm, and he was curious about everything he saw.
Upon entering the pig farm, they were so shocked they couldn't close their mouths.
Even capitalists aren't this ruthless!
The pig farm had six rows of seemingly endless iron fences, with one pig kept in each section. The gaps between the fences were so small that the pigs couldn't even turn around inside.
When they get tired of eating, they lie down; when they get tired of lying down, they stand up; when they get hungry while standing, they eat something. This cycle repeats itself. There is no fourth option, unless you include being ready to be slaughtered as an option.
Just as the two were touring the farm, Xu An heard the gate to the pig farm creak open.
The man was of medium height and rather thin, dressed simply, wearing farm gloves and rubber boots covered in fresh mud. He must have just rushed back after receiving a message from Uncle Guosheng.
"Old Xu, it's rare to see you come over in broad daylight. What's up?" Yan Shicai said, taking off his gloves.
"Let me introduce you to a kid." Xu Guosheng pulled Xu An, who was next door, aside: "This is my nephew, Xu An. He now runs a fast food restaurant, and business is very good."
Xu Guosheng emphasized the word "very," and Yan Shicai across from him immediately understood what Xu Guosheng meant.
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