The village chief was more anxious than anyone else, just because the large-scale breeding scene described by Zhuang Keqing was too touching.
But he also knew that if he really wanted to set up a farm, it would be wrong now.
Generally, piglets are bought in the beginning of spring, and they will be scattered after a few months of raising them. The male raising them until the end of the year will slaughter the meat, while the female raising them will keep them for the next year to breed the baby.
But now it’s almost nine years old, so it’s obviously not suitable to hold piglets. When winter comes, there are no piglets brought by sows. No matter how carefully you serve them, there are fewer ones raised.
"I plan to collect the potato residue from the sweet potato workshop and dry them, make them into potato residue powder and sell them to the town."
Zhuang Keqing didn't care and just told her plans.
"What? Sold to the town?"
The village chief was stunned.
Who in the town will accept this?
"Grandpa, do you remember that I and A Ling bought Dahei from the land area in the north of the town?"
As soon as I talked about this, the village chief remembered it.
Indeed, there is a specially circled place in the north of Songling Town, which is specially designed for people to make sacrifices.
If you go there to sell feed, you can try it.
"In addition, everyone in the village can come to me to exchange wood for feed."
"In winter, there is little food, so the livestock at home must lose some meat. If there is potato flour for food, it will not be fat, and you may be able to keep fatter."
Zhuang Keqing paused and said with a smile.
"But, if this potato shop wants to operate, it will not work by relying on me alone. You have to ask some villagers to help you with work. I will pay my wages at that time."
But the village chief looked worried.
"Girl, you are just a trivial matter. I'm just worried that you will pay for the kiln again and hire people. No matter how much tofu you make at home, it's not enough. This one can't be sold."
He was silently calculating in his heart.
It would be better to recruit some old, weak, women and children in this way, their workmanship is lower than that of young and strong, and the kilns on the left and right are just jobs like watching the fire and making a move, which is easy.
Zhuang Keqing didn't expect that the village chief even helped her think about this. He just smiled playfully and said, "Don't worry about me anymore. Isn't there any A Ling's fifty tael dowry in this family?"
The village chief was stunned by the word "doll" and then laughed loudly.
So the matter of the kiln was decided, and within two or three days, all the workers arrived.
When Zhuang Keqing saw that they were all in the difficult families in the village, and some wives and aunts were also there. He felt that the village chief was good at doing things properly.
Next, the potato yard worked day by day, and the fire in the kiln house continued to stop every day, and a lot of the potato slags dried soon were stored.
She planned to divide the output into two parts, one to the villagers, and asked them to use this with other fresh ingredients to feed the animals at home, and the other part was taken to the town to sell.
So this time, I troubled the village chief to move the gong again and invited every household in the village to go to the kiln to get the potato residue feed.
The villagers didn't know what feed was not fed. They only heard that it was given for nothing, so they were very active and went to the entrance of the kiln house early in the morning.
"Hey, what's this feed for?"
"I didn't know, but I heard from the wife of the Liu family that it was made of potato residue, so I'm afraid I can make pancakes and steamed buns with noodles?"
"Is it a mess? Can you eat well and make people lose their lives in vain?"
The villagers of Erli Village, who were queuing in line, talked angrily, and looked at the front of the team.
It was not until the first person who received the feed came to the back that he asked at the top of his throat.
"Hey, what is it?"
"Yes, what did you do when you sent it?"
They were very anxious about asking questions. Some were rash and even reached out and pulled someone up, trying to figure out what was going on in advance.
But the villagers who received the potato residue were all confused and just muttered, "Feed for animals."
I asked more, but I couldn't find anything.
"What do animals eat?"
"What, for animals?"
Everyone didn't believe it, but simply lined up. They took the livestock and ate for free. They would take it back first!
Aunt Wang was also mixed in the team. She listened to the discussions that were spoken by everyone and felt quite dissatisfied.
The girl from the banker is easy to make money, and she only has to make money with a tofu business at home. This is to instigate the village to build a sweet potato workshop.
However, seeing that her second child can earn a lot in the potato shop now, she doesn't care.
But what is the saying of this kiln shop? I didn’t see this girl asking the villagers to help me pay. Could it be that she had paid for this kiln shop alone?!
For such a large oven, no one can build at least three or four taels of silver for you!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel angry again, secretly resenting San'er who ran away from her family was useless, so she didn't think of a way to marry this golden lump.
The team moved forward very quickly, and it was Aunt Wang's turn in the blink of an eye.
"If you go home, you use hot water to mix the potato flour, or feed the animals with other wet grains. If you use it, you can try to exchange it with firewood in the kiln. However, you can only exchange one serving at a time, and there is no more."
With a crisp female voice, Aunt Wang suddenly looked up and saw Zhuang Keqing standing behind two wooden barrels filled with potato flour looking at him.
Although the other person had a smile on his face, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, which made Aunt Wang shudder inexplicably.
I was ready to be sarcastic and silly, but I didn't dare to say anything until I got the things.
But the more cowardly Aunt Wang is outside, the more arrogant she is when she gets home.
Before entering the yard, I shook the bag full of cloth and spread the potato residue inside all over the floor.
"Feel the ghost! Whoever cares about your broken thing is afraid that it will be a bad thing after eating it!"
She cursed fiercely and finally got relieved. She left the empty bag on her waist before she returned home with a gushes.
One winter later, when other villagers used potato powder and food to feed livestock, Aunt Wang's pigs and chickens were not full. In the beginning of spring, they were all thin enough to eat less than two taels of meat.
But when she saw someone's fat pigs sold at a good price in spring, she regretted that her intestines were green.
Now, after the first wave of potato flour is distributed, Zhuang Keqing is preparing to take the goods to the town for trial sale on the second day.
When Zhang Da heard that she was going to sell potato flour, he volunteered to follow her, and with her own child, she waited early in the morning at the door of the dealer's house.
"A Ling, today you can review your books at home. I will bring you candied haws to eat when I come back."
The mule cart in the yard has been loaded, with a full six sacks of potato flour, tied with hemp rope to prevent the bag from slipping off.
"Well, you'll go back soon."
Shen Ling responded lightly, and Yao Black's eyes reflected the bright light of the morning light, which was extremely clear and bright.
He glanced at the father and son Zhang who were standing outside waiting, his eyes slightly swept the excited dog waving to Zhuang Keqing, then turned his head again, took a step forward, opened his arms, and suddenly lowered Zhuang Keqing to his chest
forward.
"Come back early, don't be tempted."
The slightly cool lips were almost whispering with Zhuang Keqing's ears. In the eyes of people outside the courtyard, the two of them were almost intimate.
"No viewing!"
Zhang Da quickly stretched out his hand to cover his son's eyes and lowered his head in a hurry.
Isn’t it said that scholars are the most rules?
Why is this little husband Shen more exaggerated than the most unrestrained man in the village?
There are outsiders here, so I hug and hug my wife, and I can’t finish it.
At this time, Zhuang Keqing was frozen. She didn't expect that Ah Ling would suddenly be surrounded by herself.
She only felt that the other person's strong arms were tightly wrapped, the chest against her back was warm and wide, and the scorching ears could still hear the other person's steady heartbeat.
How could he be so calm!
My heart is almost leaping out of my chest!
"knew."
Zhuang Keqing responded in panic and struggled slightly.
Chen Ling touched the girl's hair without any trace, and the corners of her lips curled slightly. Then he let go of her arms and took a step back.
“Come back early.”
He gave another instructor to the somewhat furious back.
Zhuang Keqing, who had already left the courtyard, was awkward for a moment, and he was stubborn and didn't look back. He just hummed heavily and walked away.
Is this angry?
Chen Ling laughed silently, and he only silently watched the slender back that was leaving, with his thin lips slightly pursed, his eyebrows calmly, and his only dark ink pupils were filled with brilliance, revealing a feeling of the sea.