"Raise pigs! Lord Wuhou, are you making fun of us?"
The Queen of the Royal Court said in a deep voice.
"Master Wuhou, we did something wrong with the salt matter, but you can't play tricks on us like this!"
Tian Mengmeng said in a deep voice.
"When did I play tricks on you?
I’m telling you seriously, do you know how big the pork market will be in the future?”
Lin Fan said seriously.
"What size is this?"
Zhao Feng asked.
"Do you know how many pigs the pig farm I opened can raise?"
Lin Fan asked.
"This... the pig farm opened by Master Wuhou, we know that it can raise 100,000 pigs, but now it only has 10,000 pigs."
Zhang Yiling said.
"Well! It seems that you have some understanding. Now that you know that I raise 10,000 pigs, do you know how much I can earn from these 10,000 pigs?"
Lin Fan asked rhetorically.
"I don't know!"
The four of them shook their heads in unison.
"Okay then! I, Lord Wu, will settle this account with you!"
"First of all, the market price of pork is fifteen cents per catty, so the price of a whole pig is about ten cents per catty, and a pig weighs two hundred catties, which is two taels of silver."
"Ten thousand pigs are equivalent to 20,000 taels of silver. The cost of breeding is only 5,000 taels at most. This is after accounting for the cost of the piglets!"
"Excluding labor and so on, I can make a net profit of more than 10,000 taels of silver. Moreover, these pigs can be sold in half a year. Think about it first, what if I raise 100,000 pigs?"
"That's hundreds of thousands taels of silver! What if I raise a million heads?
That’s millions of taels of silver. Isn’t this profit big enough?”
Lin Fan said in a deep voice.
hiss!
Hearing Lin Fan make a calculation, the four major salt merchants present were all stunned. They were dumbfounded. Raising pigs was so profitable!
"Master Wuhou, are you really not lying to us?"
Zhao Feng asked.
"Didn't I settle this account well with you?
Can there still be a lie?"
Lin Fan asked.
"No! Mr. Wuhou, you are calculating the profits with us. The question is if we raise pigs, can we sell them all?"
"Think about it. We, our family, must start by raising 100,000 pigs. Who will we sell to?"
Tian Mengmeng said in a deep voice.
Lin Fan said: "Haha! I can eat a hundred thousand pigs for you. How can I still not eat ten thousand pigs if there are one hundred thousand soldiers in our army?"
Three hundred thousand soldiers, that is, thirty thousand pigs. The Ming Dynasty currently has 600,000 elite soldiers, and there are also hundreds of thousands of ordinary soldiers. If you do the math, one hundred thousand pigs are not enough to feed you for a day!"
hiss!
After doing this calculation, the four major salt merchants completely understood that the reason why Lin Fan asked them to raise pigs was because the army was short of meat!
However, this is also their way of making money. By constantly providing pork to the army, they can make a lot of money, which is no worse than before.
"Master Wuhou, are you sure this pig can grow to two hundred catties?"
Zhao Feng asked.
Although the pigs in the pig farm opened by Lin Fan were all good eaters and grew very well after being castrated, they had not yet grown to two hundred kilograms, and they had no way of verifying it.
"Haha! This is not necessarily true. Some pigs only weigh 1,780 kilograms, but they are all around 200 kilograms. There won't be much difference."
Lin Fan said with a smile.
All four people's eyes flashed with excitement and they said: "This is not bad!"
"It seems that you have agreed to raise pigs. Let me teach you another method, which is to keep some breeding pigs. After all, it is very expensive to purchase piglets from outside."
Lin Fan said.
"We all understand this, hehe! Mr. Wuhou, from now on, the business of supplying pork to the army will not fall on others, right?"
Zhang Yiling asked with a smile.
"Haha! Do you know how big the demand for pork will be in the future in the Ming Dynasty?
I'm afraid you won't be willing to provide it only to the army by then."
Lin Fan said with a smile.
"Sir, what can I say?"
one person asked.
"It's very simple. The sales volume of pork in the Ming Dynasty is indeed low. That's because pork has a fishy smell and many people eat it. However, castrated pork does not have that fishy smell."
Lin Fan said.
"Yes! There is no fishy smell, which means the taste will be improved. It tastes good and is cheap. It really means you don't have to worry about sales!"
All four of them understood the huge business opportunities.
"Master Wuhou, thank you for your advice. We will go back and prepare to raise pigs. One hundred thousand pigs are not enough, I want to raise three hundred thousand pigs!"
"Haha! Three hundred thousand heads are not enough. I want to raise one million. In short, the more I raise, the more I will make!"
The four of them left chatting and laughing. Lin Fan shook his head helplessly and went to the Salt Industry Department. During this period, he would come here whenever he had something to do.
After all, the officials of the Ministry of Salt Industry were all transferred from the Salt Transport Department of the capital. If I didn't come often, these officials might cause some trouble.
"Damn it! Please hurry up. With your speed, you still want to produce salt?
The salt you produce is not enough for the people, and His Majesty is still waiting for you!"
"What are you guys doing?
I'm asking you to work overtime to make salt because I'm looking down on you. This was opened by Lord Wuhou, are you trying to offend Lord Wuhou?"
"Trash! What a bunch of rubbish! After working all day and all night, you can only get so little salt?"
When Lin Fan arrived here, he happened to hear officials from the Ministry of Salt Industry scolding the salt-making workers.
Seeing Lin Fan, officials from the Ministry of Salt Industry hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Master Wuhou, you are here. Your subordinate was scolding those workers just now. These people know how to be lazy!"
Lin Fan glanced at the workers in the Salt Industry Department. Each of these people had tired looks on their faces. It was obvious that they were all working very hard and were extremely tired!
"How long have they been working?"
Lin Fan asked.
"Reporting to Mr. Wu Hou, everyone in the Salt Industry Department has been working overtime these days. These people have one day off."
the official replied.
“One day off?
With such a high-intensity job, you let them work for a day before they can rest?
Can their bodies handle it?"
Lin Fan said coldly.
Snapped!
At this time, the sound of whips was heard in the distance. A servant from the Ministry of Salt Industry held a whip in his hand and beat a salt-making worker until he rolled on the ground.
"Damn! What are you pretending to be here?
Hurry up and work for me, otherwise I will beat you to death!"
The guard yelled.
"Sir! Please go around the little one. The little one really can't stand it anymore. I'm very hungry and tired! Please let me rest for a while, just for a while!"
The man begged bitterly.
Seeing such a thing happening, the official suddenly felt something was wrong and said hurriedly: "Hey, sir, that man is slacking off. The officer just taught him a lesson. Let's talk inside."