Du Yun nodded in agreement and followed him over. Only when he saw the car did Du Yun understand why the bus crew used this car as a backup.
It is too worn out and cannot be used for long distances at all. It can only be used for short distances. Long distance vehicles can easily break down on the road.
But now the driver staff is tight and there is no time to transport food to them, so in the end we have to find him.
"How about it, can you do it this time?"
"I'll give it a try. This car is too old and I don't know if it can be driven."
It was okay to try to drive, and the result was not too bad, at least it could start. As for whether there would be any problems on the road, that was not his decision. I guess they had already repaired it, so there wouldn't be any problems in a short time.
It was just a possibility that there would be no problems, but he couldn't guarantee it. This car was too old, and it was at least more than ten years old. Du Yun believed him even if he said it was more than twenty years old.
It’s hard for such an old antique not to have problems.
Du Yun drove straight to the flour mill. Section Chief Sun went in with the purchase order, explained the situation to the salesperson, and then drove to load staple foods such as cornmeal.
What? You mean flour?
The steel rolling mill is indeed good. It is a key enterprise at this time, and it is undergoing rapid expansion with support.
But is it possible for all employees to eat white flour steamed buns three times a day?
Factory Director Yang doesn’t even dare to say that he only eats white-flour steamed buns every day. How do you expect all employees to eat white-flour steamed buns? They can only eat a variety of fine grains and coarse grains.
In later words, whole grains are rich in nutrients, so you must eat more whole grains.
In fact, there is no refined grains, so we can only eat them together.
He quickly returned with a cart of grain, went to the warehouse to unload it, and then went straight to the slaughterhouse.
After finding a place to park the car at the slaughterhouse, Section Chief Sun went to the office to discuss the purchase. Du Yun followed him there.
On the way, Du Yun asked in confusion, "Section Chief, how much can we get this time?"
"How much more, three hundred catties."
"I'll go and give each person one tael."
Du Yun was speechless, thinking about how many good things he could eat in the factory after finally opening the meat shop. If nothing else, he wanted to open the meat shop this time.
As a result, there is only one tael per person at this time. If you cut the meat into shreds, you can still hold a few chopsticks. If you replace it with braised pork, it is hard to say whether you can get two pieces.
Section Chief Sun looked him up and down, and then said disdainfully, "How have you ever seen so many?"
This is true. There is a shortage of meat all over the country. On average, one pound of meat per person per year is considered good. If the steel mill can get you one or two pieces of meat, what else is there to be dissatisfied about?
But thinking about the average one tael of meat, if it were made into braised pork, would it be enough for him to pick up with one chopstick? It's too little.
Forget it, he doesn’t rely on this bit of pork. If he wants to eat it, he can buy it from the shopping platform, so why bother to compete with others for it?
"Okay, don't think about that. It's good enough to give you a stutter. What else do you want?"
"It's true, but after all, this is a snack, just one or two pieces of meat, so what's the point of eating it?"
"How about you find a way to purchase another batch?"
Du Yun shook his head directly.
"The section chief is joking, if I had that ability, I would still be working as a buyer here."
Pork is so rare that you can’t find it at all.
It cannot be said that there are no large-scale pig farms in China that can raise hundreds or thousands of pigs to provide meat for steel mills.
But most of the pork produced by pig farms is exported in exchange for foreign exchange.
Especially with the northern countries, we now have a close relationship, and many things can be purchased there. Of course, some foreign exchange must be exported to purchase equipment, etc.
It is impossible to buy.
All they can get are those from the villages below. There are pigs raised in the villages and they can buy pork from there.
And how many of these do you think can buy enough pork to feed 3,000 people?
It has just been two months since the Chinese New Year. According to the production cycle in rural areas, more piglets are raised at the beginning, and then raised and raised until they are slaughtered during the New Year to have a good harvest.
At this time, there is little flow into the market, and it is more likely that there is none.
"Then don't say more."
"What you said, section chief, means that I can't speak."
"It's not that I can't say it. The main reason is that we can't do it. It's better to get over this matter first and then talk about the next time. If we have the chance, we can do more."
Okay, everyone has said so, let’s go with him.
Leading him to the office building, Section Chief Sun knocked on the door and went in. When the people inside saw him, they immediately welcomed him out with a smile.
"Old Sun, why are you here?"
"Of course I came to find you through the back door."
As he spoke, he told about his purchase.
"This is my subordinate Du Yun, the driver this time. Come, let me introduce to you. This is Wang Dabao, the deputy director of the slaughterhouse, my neighbor, and my friend for many years."
My surname is Wang. We are neighbors and we have a very good relationship. Du Yun would like to ask if you have a relationship where you would not shy away from asking your wife to present your son to court.
Touching his nose, Du Yun wisely decided to bury this problem deep in his heart and could not speak out.
Otherwise, he is afraid that the two of them will fight against him.
"Hello, Director Wang."
"Hello."
After the two people said hello, Section Chief Sun saw that they didn't know what to talk about, so he smiled and said, "Hurry up and approve it for me. I'm still waiting to load it back and wait for extra food."
"Okay, let's go."
Factory Director Wang promised to take them to sales to arrange the matter, and soon the workers put the pork on the car one by one.
In fact, it’s not much. Three hundred pounds is certainly a lot for one person.
Think about the price of pork during the Chinese New Year this year, which is more than ten yuan per catty. If you buy five thousand yuan of pork in one go, how much can you get?
I can’t finish it all, even if I can’t eat so much in a year.
This is close to a pound a day.
It's good if you eat it on the first day, and it's fine if you eat it on two days. But if you eat it every day, it will be a little greasy and you won't be able to eat it at all.
Taking advantage of this free time, Du Yun looked around, wanting to see the size of the slaughterhouse, how many could be slaughtered every day, and whether there was anything that could be utilized.
I was surprised to see a lot of finished pork bones nearby.
It's really all picked out, and it's clean. Not to mention it's cleaner than a dog chewing, but the dog will definitely cry when he sees this bone. There is really no need to eat it. Apart from the waste teeth, this bone has no meat at all. p>
"The factory director and the worker, the chef and the diners, have a good way of picking the cattle, and they pick it very cleanly."
"There is no way, there is too little meat. If you can save a little bit, it is actually very good to make some bone soup.
In the factory, meat sellers are always asked to take it back and sell it at a low price, two cents per catty and no tickets. There are always people who are greedy for cheap and take it back to make soup."
I want that too. In addition to making soup, we can also cook meat.
Is it okay if I take the bones back to make soup and put a few pieces of meat in it? Of course, no problem.
But others don't know, they think it's just bone soup. Although they are greedy, it's just like that.