The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

Looking at the time, Mo Bin thought that he might as well finish the task in the middle of the night. He selected six suitable fat pigs in the space. Their mouths were tied with wires and their hooves were tied up. There was no big movement.

Driving directly to the gate of Beijing Cotton Factory No. 1, Mo Bin instantly put six big pigs into the trunk. It didn't matter whether they were pressed or not, as long as they didn't die, that was all.

When the car lights shone, Wang Qiusheng was seen running out in full gear. When he shined a flashlight, he saw clearly that it was Mo Bin, and he waved for someone to open the railing.

"How many?" Wang Qiusheng asked with concern.

"Bullshit, it must be Liutou. How many more times should I divide it?" Mo Bin said angrily.

"Can you pull that much? Six pigs are at least 250 kilograms. If you promise more than kilograms, don't try to cheat." Wang Qiu was anxious. The pigs were small, the meat yield rate was low, and there was little fat.

"You underestimate your uncle. Including the pig shit, if the weight is less than 1600 pounds, I will give you another pig for nothing!" Mo Bin pushed him angrily.

"You are still playing tricks on us. You must have been fed a meal unexpectedly!" Wang Qiu said angrily. This is the cleverness of ordinary people. Anyone who sells pigs will be fed a meal unexpectedly.

"Fuck you, I'm not the pig I raised. Besides, I didn't feed it even though I was looking at it. The pig shit was pressed out of the pile!" Mo Bin didn't take the blame. He really didn't feed it.

"You bastard didn't tell me earlier, what if I'm crushed to death? Go to the canteen to unload the truck!" Wang Qiusheng turned around and started the car, leading the way.

When we arrived at the cafeteria, all the staff on duty were waiting. Logistics director Wang Qun was also there. Maybe it wasn’t because he took it seriously. It was not surprising that he might have a reasonable excuse to avoid his wife. The middle-aged man was afraid of the night. Mo Bin thought with evil intentions. With.

Wang Qiusheng shined a flashlight, and the people next to him quickly unloaded the truck. The scales next to him were weighed next to each other. None weighed less than 250 kilograms.

"You know what's going on, or else I will definitely deal with you, brother!" Wang Qiusheng was proud of himself and teased Mo Bin proudly.

"I can beat the shit out of you! Help me clean the car quickly!" Mo Bin kicked him.

"You don't know how to do it yourself!" Wang Qiusheng didn't want to do it. It was dirty, smelly, and the weather was cold, so he wouldn't do it!

"Think carefully. I'll load the next car with fish for you. If you don't clean it up, I'll load it. Don't blame me if you eat pig shit!" Mo Bin threatened him, little boy, if you don't believe it, you won't give in.

"You bastard, please think carefully. Your brother is here to work under me." Wang Qiusheng said bitterly.

"You don't even dare to give me the courage! When the time comes, I will supply meat to the second and third factories, and Liu Huineng will peel your skin off, believe it or not!" Mo Bin said disdainfully, isn't it easy to handle you?

"You are cruel!" Wang Qiusheng was extremely depressed. He really couldn't afford to offend this bastard. His wife could kill him!

Mo Bin drove away proudly. More than an hour later, he came back with a cart full of big fish. He mainly waited for the fish to die and then freeze them for a while. It would freeze hard in such a cold day.

"What took so long?" Wang Qiusheng asked, stomping his feet because of the cold.

"You're so stupid, forget it. You thought pigs and fish were kept together!" Mo Bin said rudely, "It's none of your business!"

After the weighing was completed, he was not afraid even if he gained more than ten kilograms. He would not be shortchanged by a dime. After Wang Qun settled the account, he directly gave him a briefcase and explained it clearly to him.

Someone helped him clean the carriage, rinse it, wipe it with dry cloth, and put a few sacks on it. These are for him to put the cloth. The two big fat pigs replaced the good cloth, and the defective cloth given to him was not Wang Qiusheng. Sent by one person.

I received 1210 yuan and a letter of job introduction. After his cousin came, he immediately became a regular worker and waited for half a year before becoming a clerk. This was what everyone agreed, and it was too difficult to arrange directly.

Looking at the time, it was already past twelve o'clock. Mo Bin simply found a hidden place and hid in the space to rest.

At five o'clock in the morning, it was the same pigeon market as last time. This time, he spent a dime. Mo Bin carried two fertilizer bags on a load. He wanted to sell cornmeal. It didn't matter whether he made money or not. He could also help many families. Now Not only is there a shortage of meat, but there is also an even shortage of food.

I put it down next to the grain seller and listened to other people's prices. Sure enough, the price had increased. Eighty-nine noodles were priced at one dollar and two, and corn flour was seven cents, which was not as fine as his. This could be considered a fine grain for him.

"How much does it cost?" a middle-aged man asked in a low voice.

"Seven cents." Mo Bin didn't increase the price either.

"Can it be cheaper? I want more." The middle-aged man looked well-dressed.

"You grab a handful and give it a try. This is fine powder. It's pretty good without the price increase. It's only 70 cents when you finish it." Mo Bin motioned for him to inspect the goods.

The middle-aged man grabbed it with his hand and looked at it under the light. Then he let go and took a handful deeper again to see if it was the same inside.

"I didn't lie to you, did I?" Mo Bin looked at him to verify. He didn't want to lie to anyone anyway.

"How much does this bag weigh? I want it all!" The middle-aged man was a little excited, and he felt better now.

"The 120-pound weight scale is peeled. There are official scales there. If you don't believe me, you can try it." Mo Bin also brought a hook scale himself and also used an electronic scale to measure it. The error is very small. Otherwise, what would happen if someone buys a five-pound or ten-pound weight? ?

"Let's go there and weigh you and give you money!" Of course, the middle-aged people will not believe it so easily. The organizers of the Pigeon City provide a nominal service, one penny per time.

"Okay." Mo Bin is not afraid of exaggeration. At this time, when it comes to food, you can't be too careful. After all, the life of the family is at stake.

I received 84 yuan. It seems that this middle-aged man is not simple. At least his salary is quite high, otherwise it wouldn't be all money.

In less than two minutes, another customer came, and this time he sold 30 kilograms. He brought his own flour bag, so he didn’t have to worry about it at all. Who would buy food with nothing? There are no convenience bags for you now, not to mention cloth flour bags, fertilizer bags are also good things, many in rural areas use them to make clothes, and they are not bad for wear.

Just when it was time to weigh in, there were already three people queuing up behind them, and the three of them immediately wrapped up the remaining ninety kilograms.

This business took less than half an hour, and two large bags were sold out. The food gap is getting bigger and bigger. I was so bragging about it before, but now it is so painful. Don’t forget to pay the public food! The large dining hall was also the straw that broke the camel's back.

Coupled with the nationwide iron smelting, the passion is endless, people work overtime day and night, and earthen blast furnaces are blooming everywhere. Such heavy physical work must mean more food.

Although the current popularity has dropped a lot, it is still going on, with various experts taking turns to join the battle. The steel rolling mill has sent out many technical guidance experts, and they are also half-assed.

Mo Bin has nothing to do. It's still early, so he might as well go shopping. He has no shortage of meat and food. He has plenty of space for hens, so he doesn't need to buy them. He will take out a few more after the yard is built. The family can have eggs every day to supplement nutrition.

He basically doesn't consider antiques and jades. Although the chance of buying fake ones is not that high now, he doesn't have much spare money. There will be many opportunities in the next few years.

After walking around, I found myself in a corner. After discovering something of interest, someone actually sells a large animal, which is quite rare!

Two middle-aged men wearing shabby clothes. Sell ​​another sick mule. Mo Bin stepped forward and observed it, and he was basically sure that the mule was suffering from diarrhea.

I am already extremely thin, and I have to catch up with the production team to work hard. Besides, there is not much to eat in winter. No one is allowed to eat, let alone animals.

I asked about it and was told that it was a three-year-old animal that had been thinning out for several days recently. I had to find many veterinarians but couldn't stop it. While there was still some meat on it, the team offered to sell it for some food.

Although Mo Bin doesn't know much about veterinary medicine, he has medicine in his space! After all, he raises pigs, sheep, and chickens, and he certainly knows how to use veterinary drugs, so he still knows some basic common sense.

The other party offered 400 yuan, or 400 kilograms of cornmeal. No wonder it can't be sold. Whether this mule weighs pounds or not is a question.

Besides, if you are skinny and skinny, no fool would spend 400 yuan to buy it and drink bone soup at home.

Although this mule is a relatively rare mule, with a larger size and greater strength, but now it is sold as meat, the price cannot be based on the price of livestock.

Nowadays, people's bodies are short of oil and water. These animals without fat are naturally not as popular as big fat pigs.

Besides, 400 yuan is not a small amount. You can buy one or two pieces of a house, and the average temporary worker quota is only this price.