The village chief was more anxious than anyone else because the scene of large-scale breeding described by Zhuang Keqing was so exciting.
But he also knew that if he really wanted to set up a breeding farm, now would be the wrong time.
Generally, piglets are bought in the spring and raised for a few months before they are stable. The male piglets are raised at the end of the year and sold for meat, while the female piglets are kept for breeding next year.
But now that we are almost nine, it is obviously not appropriate to hold piglets anymore. When winter comes, piglets without a sow will not be able to raise them well, no matter how carefully they are taken care of.
"I plan to collect the potato residue from the sweet potato workshop, dry it, make potato residue powder and sell it in the town."
Zhuang Keqing didn't hesitate and directly stated his plan.
"What? Sell it to the town?"
The village chief was dumbfounded.
Who in town would take this?
"Grandpa, village chief, do you still remember that Aling and I bought Dahei in the north of the town?"
As soon as he said this, the village chief remembered it.
Indeed, there is a specially circled area in the north of Songling Town, which is specially designed for people to trade animals.
If you go there to sell feed, you might as well give it a try.
"In addition, everyone in the village can come to my place to exchange firewood for feed."
"In winter, we eat less, and the animals in our family have to lose some meat. If we use potato starch as rations, not to mention losing fat, we might be able to fatten them up again."
Zhuang Keqing paused and said with a smile.
"It's just that if this sweet potato farm wants to run, I can't do it alone. I have to ask you to help find some villagers to help with the work. I will pay the wages then."
But the village chief looked worried.
"Girl, what you said is unreasonable. Recruiting people is just a piece of cake. I'm just worried that you have to pay for the labor and have to hire people. No matter how much tofu you make at home, it won't be enough. This one can't get out."
He was calculating silently in his mind.
If we don't recruit people like this, we will recruit some old, weak, women and children. Their workmanship is cheaper than that of young people. The kilns around here are just looking at the fire to add firewood, turning the handles and other tasks, which is considered easy.
Zhuang Keqing didn't expect that the village chief would even consider this for her. He just smiled playfully and said jokingly, "Don't worry about me. We still have Aling's fifty-tael dowry at home."
The village chief was stunned by what she said about dowry, and then he burst out laughing.
So the affairs of the kiln were settled, and within two or three days, all the people working on the kiln had arrived.
When Zhuang Keqing saw that they were from families in need in the village, and some had wives and aunts, he felt that the village chief was kind and acted appropriately.
After that, the potato mill worked non-stop every day, and the kiln fire also kept working, and soon there was a lot of dried potato residue.
She plans to divide the output into two parts. One part will be distributed to the villagers, who can use it with other fresh ingredients to feed their livestock, and the other part will be taken to the town to sell.
So this time I bothered the village chief to ring the gong once more, calling every household in the village to go to the kiln to get potato residue feed.
The villagers didn't know what feed and what not. They only heard that it was given away for free, so they became very active and queued up at the kiln gate early in the morning.
"Hey, what is this feed for?"
"I don't know, but I heard from the Liu family's wife that it is made from roasted potato dregs. I'm afraid it can be mixed with flour to make pancakes and steamed buns, right?"
"You're fooling people, right? If you eat well, can you get people in vain?"
The villagers of Erli Village who were queuing up were all talking and craning their heads to look at the front of the line.
It wasn't until the first person to receive the feed came to the back that everyone asked at the top of their lungs.
"Hey, what is it?"
"Yeah, what did you post it for?"
They asked questions very anxiously, and some were so reckless that they even stretched out their hands to pull people over, just to find out what was going on in advance.
But the villagers who received the potato dregs were very confused. They just kept mumbling, "Feed, for the animals."
No matter how much I asked, I couldn't find anything.
"Food for livestock?"
"What, for livestock?"
Everyone didn't believe it, but the team had already lined up. It didn't matter what other people's animals ate, just take back what was given to you for free first!
Aunt Wang was also in the team. She listened to everyone's comments and felt quite dissatisfied.
The banker's girl is very troubled. She only has a tofu business at home to make money. This is another way to encourage the village to build a sweet potato workshop.
But seeing that her second son was now making a lot of money in Shufang, she didn't care.
But what does the kiln say? I don’t see this girl asking the villagers to help pay for it. Could it be that she alone paid for the kiln?!
Such a big kiln requires at least three or four taels of silver for someone to build it for you!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel angry again, secretly resenting her useless third son who ran away, and not finding a way to marry this golden boy back home.
The team moved forward very quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was Aunt Wang's turn.
"Go home and mix the potato starch with hot water, or mix it with other wet food and feed it to the animals. When it is used up, you can come back to the kiln to exchange it for firewood, but a family can only exchange it for one portion at a time, not more."
With a crisp female voice, Aunt Wang suddenly raised her head and saw Zhuang Keqing standing behind two wooden barrels filled with potato starch, looking at her.
Although the other party had a smile on his face, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, which inexplicably made Aunt Wang shiver.
I was ready to hold back a lot of sarcastic remarks, but I didn't even dare to say any of them until I finished collecting my things.
But as timid as Aunt Wang is outside, she is just as arrogant at home.
Before entering the yard, he shook open the full cloth bag and scattered the potato dregs and powder inside all over the floor.
"Go to hell! Who cares about this piece of shit like you? I'm afraid you've eaten it to death!"
After scolding her fiercely, she finally relieved herself. She put the empty bag on her waist and went home with a murmur.
The next winter, when other villagers were feeding their livestock with potato residue powder and feed, Aunt Wang's pigs and chickens were not full enough to eat. By the beginning of spring, they were all skinny and had no more meat.
But when she saw someone else's fat pig being sold at a good price in the spring, she regretted that her intestines were turning green.
Now, after the first wave of potato starch was distributed, Zhuang Keqing was preparing to go to town to sell the goods on the second day.
Zhang Da heard that she was going to sell potato noodles, so he volunteered to follow her. He and his son Gouzi waited at the door of the banker's main room early in the morning.
"Aling, you should study hard at home today. I will bring you some candied haws when I come back."
The mule cart has been loaded in the yard, with six sacks of potato starch tied thickly with hemp rope to prevent the bags from slipping.
"Well, you come back earlier."
Shen Ling responded lightly, his dark eyes reflecting the brilliant light of the morning sun, extremely clear and bright.
He glanced at Zhang Da and his son who were waiting outside, his eyes briefly glanced at the dog who was waving to Zhuang Keqing excitedly, then turned his head again, took a step forward, opened his arms, and suddenly held Zhuang Keqing in his chest.
forward.
"Come back early and don't be playful."
The cold lips almost held Zhuang Keqing's ear and whispered. To people outside the hospital, the two people were so close that they almost melted together.
"Don't look!"
Zhang Da quickly stretched out his hand to cover his son's eyes, and lowered his head in embarrassment.
Isn’t it said that scholars are the most disciplined?
Why is this Mr. Shen even more exaggerated than the most unrestrained man in the village?
There were still outsiders around, so he was hugged and hugged by his own daughter-in-law, till she got tired of it.
At this moment, Zhuang Keqing was completely frozen. She never expected that Aling would suddenly wrap his arms around her like this.
She only felt the other person's strong arms hugging her tightly, the chest against her back was warm and broad, and she seemed to be able to hear the other person's steady heartbeat in her burning ears.
How can he be so calm!
My heart almost jumped out of my chest!
"knew."
Zhuang Keqing responded in panic and struggled slightly.
Shen Ling lightly touched the top of the girl's hair without leaving a trace, slightly hooking up the corners of his lips, then released his arms and took a step back.
"Come back early."
Facing the somewhat frustrated figure, he gave another instruction.
Zhuang Keqing, who had already left the small courtyard, was awkward for a moment, stiffened his head and did not look back. He just hummed heavily and walked away.
Is this angry?
Shen Ling burst into laughter. He just stared silently at the slender figure retreating, his thin lips slightly pursed, his eyebrows indifferent, his only pair of dark eyes shining brightly, revealing a sea of affection.
