"Uncle Yao, what do you want from me?" Chen Liangpeng stepped forward politely and asked.

Yao Zhenxian didn't say anything, but took off his shoes and beat him hard.

"Chen Liangpeng! What a good thing you did!"

"Did you tell us Nizi that we should feed the chickens with grain and let the chickens go to the woods early in the morning to eat worms and drink dew!"

"Let me tell you, I, Lao Yao, have raised chickens all my life and I have never heard of such a statement."

"You, a yellow-haired boy who has never seen more chickens than I have eaten, do you have the qualifications to guide me in raising chickens!"

Yao Zhenxian said what he said but was still angry, so he threw his other shoe out and hit Chen Liangpeng right on his body. The mud left a shoe mark on his body.

"Grandpa, how could you hit someone!" The girl just now rushed forward and took out a handkerchief to wipe the dirt off Chen Liangpeng's body.

"Yao Ying, don't move. I'll just do it myself." Chen Liangpeng stopped the girl, picked up two shoes from the ground and brought them to Yao Zhenxian and said slowly: "Uncle Yao, please put on your shoes first, and let's go into the house and chat, okay?"

"

"I won't come in! Just tell me clearly here what you want my Nier to do by letting me raise chickens like this!"

Before Chen Liangpeng could speak, he heard a shout from behind him.

"Old man Yao, what do you want to do? Do you still want to hit someone?"

When I turned around, I saw a man in Chinese tunic suit walking out of the technical station door.

He walked up to Chen Liangpeng with a smile on his face: "Technician Chen, are you okay? I will ask Old Man Yao to apologize to you, but you must not take it to heart."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yao Zhenxian stamping his foot: "Village Chief, how can you still make me apologize!"

"This young boy asked my Nier to feed the chickens with grain. Do you think this is not a waste of grain? What I saw early in the morning was that seven or eight kilograms of grain were gone. If you keep feeding like this, chickens will become more valuable than people. What do you think?

Who can afford it?"

"Then you can't hit anyone!" After hearing Yao Zhenxian's words, the village chief understood what was going on. The expression on his face was a bit embarrassing, and he looked back at Chen Liangpeng.

"Technician Chen, is this true?" The village chief rubbed his toes on the ground and felt a little unsure when he spoke.

Chen Liangpeng is a technician sent by the county to guide new chicken farming, and Yao Zhenxian has always been a big chicken farmer in the village. Now the two people have differences on the chicken raising issue.

As the village chief, he can speak on human matters, but he really can't speak on chicken matters.

Next to him, Yao Zhenxian had put on his shoes again, tapped his toes on the ground, lifted the heels and put them on his feet. He took out a pack of tobacco from his pocket, took out a small piece of newspaper, licked it, and wrapped it in a piece of newspaper.

The homemade grass tobacco was handed to the village chief.

"Village Chief, it's not that I don't support Technician Chen, but I've been raising chickens all my life, and I'm suddenly asked to use grain. I can't handle it!"

"There are also wild chickens that technician Chen mentioned. What if the chickens run away?"

"Village chief, you said well at the beginning that there was a subsidy for raising chickens with Technician Chen, but now there is no subsidy. You have to feed the chickens every day. If the chickens are not raised well and something goes wrong, who will be responsible for me!

"

"This..." The village chief murmured, not knowing what to say, and the grass cigarette made a clicking sound.

After a long while, he looked at Chen Liangpeng: "Technician Chen, you should say something!"

Chen Liangpeng saw that Yao Zhenxian had finished complaining, but the village chief didn't speak. Yao Ying looked at him with big eyes, her dry lips slightly opened: "Let's go into the house and talk."

After several people entered the room, Chen Liangpeng spread out all the information in his hands and looked at Yao Zhenxian.

"Uncle Yao, you said that I am indeed not as good as you in terms of number of chickens and experience in raising chickens."

Hearing this, Yao Zhenxian instantly became energetic, slapped the table and stood up: "You finally admitted it!"

"Village Chief, look at this, a technician like this has no experience in raising chickens himself, yet he dares to teach me how to raise chickens. Isn't this harmful to people!"

The village chief looked at Chen Liangpeng with a dark look on his face and mouthed: "Technician Chen, please stop being so pretentious and talk to me calmly."

"Uncle Yao, although I don't have as much experience in raising chickens as you do, I know that there is definitely something wrong with your chicken raising methods!"

"Haha, you don't raise chickens but you say there's something wrong with me. Why don't you tell me what's wrong!" Yao Zhenxian sneered, took the last puff of the grass cigarette, threw it on the ground and crushed it.

Chen Liangpeng hummed, took a deep breath, and looked at Yao Zhenxian firmly.

"Then let me ask you, do you know what kind of eggs can hatch chicks? What kind of eggs can be sold for money? How to hatch eggs to achieve the maximum birth rate!"

"What do chickens eat to grow meat, what do they eat to grow fat, and what do they eat to lay eggs? How to reduce chicken illness?"

"Why do some chickens taste good and some chickens taste bad?"

After Chen Liangpeng asked a few questions, he sat in his seat and looked at Yao Zhenxian motionless.

"This...I..."

"Hey!"

"These problems... this old man has never had to worry about raising chickens in his whole life."

"But what's the use of these questions! This old man has never known how to raise chickens all his life. What do you think these questions are of use?"

The village chief also looked at Chen Liangpeng, wanting to know what medicine he was selling in his gourd.

When the county sent Chen Liangpeng down, he only asked him to cooperate with Chen Liangpeng in finding a chicken farmer to conduct an experiment. Then he recommended Yao Zhenxian, who had raised chickens all his life, but it didn't seem to be what he thought.

Chen Liangpeng pushed up his glasses and spoke seriously.

"When it comes to raising chickens, you are the one!" Chen Liangpeng gave a thumbs up.

"But we have to look at the specific situation. Raising chickens is no longer the same as before."

"In the past, if you raised a few or a dozen chickens, there would definitely be no problem according to your breeding method. But now there are hundreds, and there may be thousands in the future. Do you still have to go to the chicken coops one by one to pick them up according to the original method?

Egg?"

"I know you don't believe what I say, but overseas chickens are now raised in factories. Chickens can eat and drink water in cages. All garbage is transported out by machines, and eggs are sorted using conveyor belts."

Chen Liangpeng pulled out a photo and pushed it in front of Yao Zhenxian and the village chief.

"I showed this picture to Yao Ying a few days ago, but I didn't have time to explain it clearly."

"I'm not trying to overthrow your chicken-raising strategy, I just want to try to make chicken-raising more scientific and profitable, so that you can become a household worth ten thousand yuan!"

"Ten thousand yuan household!" Yao Zhenxian swallowed his saliva, with a bit of excitement in his eyes.

"How to do it?"

"Starting from the source, raising chickens scientifically and building the village's own brand is a research topic for my university and graduate students. I have achieved good results in small-scale breeding. The county also took a fancy to this and let me do the pilot.

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"Uncle Yao, believe me, you will definitely not suffer a loss if you are the first person to eat crabs!"

"Eating crabs?"

"Why do chickens eat crabs?"

"But for ten thousand yuan households, isn't it just crabs? Nizi, go to the river to find a basket of crabs, and we will cook crabs for Technician Chen to eat at noon!"

"Ah?" Chen Liangpeng suddenly blushed.

"Uncle Yao, that's not what I meant. Hey, Yao Ying, don't go..."

But before he could finish speaking, two pairs of strong hands held his hands: "Technician Chen, on behalf of all the villagers in the village, thank you! From now on, the chicken raising business in the village will be entrusted to you!"

"Village Chief, Uncle Yao, don't worry, I will definitely help the village raise the best quality chickens!"

Su Zifang looked at this scene and suddenly realized that he might be about to unlock another food illustration!
Chapter completed!