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Chapter 467: Money, money, my old swan!

Under normal circumstances, apples are not ripe for picking until after September, but the apples in the mulberry garden and the state-owned farm, using her spiritual spring liquid and red spring liquid, have already made their grand debut in August with an absolutely proud appearance.

When they learned that they were going to see Xiaobei for at least a month or two, eight-year-old Mao came immediately.

"Sister-in-law, what should I do with the apples?"

He wants to recruit hundreds of temporary workers to pick apples, but Liang Xiaonan can't wait any longer!

Also, how can Liang Xiaonan sell so many apples? Are they going to rot at home?

There is less worry about fruit-bearing, and there is also worry about a bumper harvest.

Liang Xiaonan said: "Don't worry, Zhou Yan and I have already found someone, and they will come to pick them in the next two days."

With so many apples, there is absolutely no problem for her to use her mental power to pick them in seconds, she just has to use her brains to deceive others and make others look "reasonable"!

At the beginning, the contract she signed with the state-owned farm required her to provide saplings, apples and walnuts, and all the fruits produced within three years must be sold to her, regardless of size, for 1 cent a pound.

The county leaders came several times, but they never expected that there would be so much fruit in the first year. Did Liang Xiaonan make a fortune?

I feel a little regretful, but the contract is in black and white, so I can't play rogue.

When the salesmen of Yuxian Import and Export Company met at the Canton Fair that Dongfang Import and Export Company was negotiating with foreign countries to export apples at US$2 per pound, they were jealous because they had apples on their own farm!

Yuxian Import and Export Company came to Liang Xiaonan for discussion. Liang Xiaonan said with a smile: "Boss, it's not that I don't support our county's export business. Take a look -"

Show them the contract in your hand: all apples will be delivered to Huyang Dongfang Import and Export Company for export.

Not only was everything covered, but the contract was signed for three years at once.

Well, they had no choice but to discuss honey export with Liang Xiaonan. However, Liang Xiaonan also had a contract with the food processing factory, and all processed honey products would be handed over to Dongfang Import and Export Company for export.

It's Oriental Import and Export Company again!

The manager of Yuxian Import and Export Company said to himself, Dongfang Import and Export Company, I’m going to give your mother a blow! Why do you stretch your hand so long? It’s not easy for us in Yuxian County to produce high-quality export products and you still keep them round!

Liang Xiaonan said: "Don't you export all the silk? Isn't that enough money?"

If it’s not enough, who thinks it’s too much money?!

August 25th was a Sunday. Xiao Hongyu and Wang Xiangwei both went back to their homes, while everyone else went shopping in the city because Sundays were rare.

Zhou Yan put his arm around eight-year-old Mao's shoulders and said, "Today, Xiaonan and I will show you our skills and see how we pick apples."

Eight-year-old Mao saw two cars he had never seen before parked outside the orchard. One was similar to a lift, and the other was a common "small train" with a semi-trailer in the front and a row of carriages in the back.

There are four stations on both sides of the lifting frame, and in the middle of the four stations is a huge truck body, which looks like the word "qi" when viewed from top to bottom.

Four workers can stand on the four lifting platforms at the same time. They will pick the apples and put them in the middle cart. When the cart is full, it will descend, land on the small train, and drive away.

Eight-year-old Mao has never seen this kind of machine before. God, this is simply imaginary. Will the truck body fall from the lifting platform above?

"What are you worried about? Don't you believe me and Xiaonan?" Zhou Yan said rudely, "With so many apples, how many days will it take to pick without a machine? How much manpower will you use? How much will it cost?"

"Have I never seen this before? I'm curious!" Eight-year-old Mao said with a smile, "The two of us are driving, can my sister-in-law pick it alone?"

"You just drive forward, don't stop."

Eight-year-old Mao drove the small train in front, Zhou Yan controlled the "elevating frame" in the back, and Liang Xiaonan stood on a lifting frame.

Eight-year-old Mao said: "Sister-in-law, I opened it. If it goes too fast, please tell me."

"It's okay, just drive it."

The eight-year-old car started to drive, and Zhou Yan's lifting platform also started to drive at the same time. The tree where Liang Xiaonan's hands touched was not even an inch of grass growing, ah no, not a single apple was left!

Eight-year-old Mao was driving the car, and Zhou Yan kept honking the horn to urge him to drive faster. Then he simply let go and drove. Brother Zhou asked him to drive away. If my sister-in-law fails to pick it up, don’t blame him!

He heard a soft "click" for almost a minute, and a truck bucket fell!

In less than 10 minutes, a small train with 5 carriages was filled with apples, so he had to drive out quickly.

When he came back in the small train, his eyes sparkled with excitement: "Brother Zhou, sister-in-law, this is so cool, picking apples like this is so efficient."

Originally, he had thought of hiring hundreds of people to pick the food, but looking at it this way, he didn't even need to find anyone else. The three of them could kill this big farm.

Liang Xiaonan smiled, "Three people? No need, I can kill them by myself, and it's super fast."

Now let Eight-year-old Mao see the whole process of picking apples, just to find a reasonable explanation for them to pick apples in seconds.

Otherwise, how can we explain that all the apples disappeared in an instant?

A ridge of apples was picked quickly. Eight-year-old Mao was addicted to playing and wanted to continue. A man will remain a boy until he dies.

How can Zhou Yan keep asking Liang Xiaonan to pick apples like this? He said: "No more picking. Find someone to weigh the apples. Calculate how many fruits a tree can bear on average. How many trees are there in 50,000 acres? Multiply and estimate."

For the total amount of apples, ask Xiaonan to settle the money for you."

If it were done manually, 50,000 acres of apple trees would not only take a long time to pick, but even just weighing them would make people choke!

Not to mention sorting the fruits, that is also a big job.

After all, Liang Xiaonan makes a lot of money, and she has no evil intentions. All she earns is money that reduces costs in all aspects, but the amount of money is a bit large and beyond imagination.

Eight-year-old Mao and the workers present weighed the apples they had just picked, and calculated that the average fruit picked from one tree was 60 kilograms.

Eight-year-old Mao was stunned and his lips were trembling: "Zhou, Brother Zhou, this is much..."

A lot of money!

According to the contract between the two parties, Liang Xiaonan should pay the state farm 12 yuan for a tree weighing 60 kilograms.

There are 75 trees in one acre, and 50,000 acres is 3.75 million trees, so the money is 45 million!

Eight-year-old Mao's face changed. Oh my god, 45 million, half a billion! Money, money, money, why is there so much money!

Zhou Yan punched him gently: "Don't believe it? You're not wrong."

Although his friend didn't go to college, he was smart. This kind of small account was no problem.

Liang Xiaonan saw the disbelief on Eight-year-old Mao's face and said with a smile: "Don't think this is a lot of money. Think about it, you have cultivated 50,000 acres. With so much land, 45 million is nothing."

It’s really nothing, because Mr. Liang sells it to foreigners for 2 U.S. dollars per pound! After deducting the 2 gross profit left by Deng Youjun and the 1 cent gross profit left by Ba Suimao, she got a net profit of 4.6 yuan.

A pound of hair!

Is the eight-year-old Mao going to spin around in circles and shout "my old swan"?!

Of course, Mr. Liang said that the money I earn is all cost savings. I am not a profiteer and I have not violated the purpose of Shennong Space.

(End of chapter)


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