Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

Ding Kun is in his thirties and is from a nearby village. He was so poor in the early years that he couldn't even afford to wear pants. Later, he led his brothers to dig stones and burn lime to make his first fortune. Then he expanded his strength and production capacity. In this year, the amount of lime used is very large, not only for building houses, but also for spraying pesticides and dry toilets in rural areas in summer.

Ding Kun is Liu Xialian's senior, but now he is rich and powerful, and has gathered dozens of brothers under him, thinking of getting involved in restaurants, KTVs, and video halls. He just bought a video hall a few days ago, and the business is booming.

These days, his subordinates saw that a new restaurant had opened near the pharmaceutical factory dormitory, and they wanted to get involved. He didn't really want to buy shares, but actually wanted to snatch it away. But there must be a reason. As long as the restaurant accepted his money, the rest would be easy. Even if the two sides fought to the death, it was just an economic dispute.

Ding Kun was sitting there drinking tea with his four brothers sitting next to him.

One of the brothers said, "Nothing will happen, I hope. Why are my eyelids twitching so much?"

Ding Kun laughed and said, "The older you get, the less courageous you become. What can a restaurant opened by a villager do? Don't be afraid."

As he was talking, Liu Xialian pushed the door open and loaded the large shotgun in her hand. Behind her were six people, each holding a giant shotgun with a caliber that was surprisingly large and had never been seen before.

Ding Kun was stunned. He reached out to touch the shotgun on the table, but Liu Xialian hit him in the face with the barrel of the gun.

"Would you like to try moving?"

Daya next to her carried a large shotgun on her back and twisted the weapons of the five others into a knot, destroying all the shotguns and machetes.

Ding Kun had seen big storms before, so he was not afraid. The restaurant had not opened yet, so he would not kill anyone here.

"Who are you, sister? I, Ding Kun, have not offended you, have I?"

"You didn't offend me? You want to take my shares just by offering a few coins. Do you think you didn't offend me? I want to ask you, what are you worthy of? What ability do you have to take these shares?"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding. I came here to give you a gift because the restaurant is about to open."

Liu Xia Lian took a look at the bag of money on the table. There was a note of three or five hundred yuan, and not much else. This man was robbing people. With such a small amount of money as an investment, he dared to ask for a 30% stake. There might be someone behind him directing him. Many things are not that simple.

"Okay, I'll take the money. Remember to come and have a drink when we open next time."

One of Ding Kun's subordinates was rude and said, "How come I haven't seen this spray gun before? Is it a toy to scare people?"

Liu Xia Lian pushed open the window on the second floor and just happened to see the parking lot on the first floor.

"Ding Kun, is this convertible jeep downstairs yours?"

"Yeah, I just bought it for over 30,000 yuan."

"Then you've been fooled. Your car is a wreck." Liu Xia Lian fired a shot at the hood, and the entire hood was overturned, and the engine was smashed into a mess.

This big shotgun was imported from Germany, but the No. 12 shotgun shell is specially made, and the amount of medicine used is twice as much as ordinary ones, because the 750th Division faces supernatural situations. Not to mention shooting people, even if they encounter a rhino or an elephant, they can knock them down with one shot.

"Oh, Ding Kun, your car is in big trouble. It's very fragile. Fortunately, you found it today. Otherwise, it would fall apart one day and the car would be destroyed and people would die."

Ding Kun broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead. What he wanted to do most now was to give the younger brother who provided the information a good beating.

"Sister, well, I was wrong. I was blinded by evil and made the wrong decision. Just treat me like a fart and let me go."

"It's not like I've ever provoked you. I'll let you go this time, but there won't be a next time. Go away."

The five men fled in panic, and before leaving they did not forget to take their twisted guns and twisted knives. These were also souvenirs, and they would look at these things when they wanted to cause trouble in the future.

After running quite a distance, a younger brother said, "Brother Kun, the car downstairs hasn't started yet."

Ding Kun finally exploded and went up to beat him up: "Fuck you, you were the one who said this store has no background and let me invest in it. This is called no background, this is called no background? The money for my car is on your head, you have to pay for it, or I will skin you alive."

This little brother was called Gao Qiang. After getting beaten up, Ding Kun couldn't make it here anymore, so he went to Scar Three. As for Ding Kun's jeep, it had been parked in front of the fried chicken shop. Those who wanted to cause trouble would stop when they saw the car. This is a story for later.

Nothing happened that night, and everyone went back to work normally the next day. Although they made some money on this trip, it delayed a lot of things.

First, hundreds of acres of early cucumbers and beans planted in Lijiatun and Mangcun were put on the market. Villagers drove horse-drawn carts to the kimchi factory to deliver the goods, with a daily delivery of 20,000 to 30,000 kilograms. It took more than 100 large vats to fill them all, and at the same time, they had to ship them out. Every day, 5,000 to 6,000 kilograms were shipped. What was even more terrible was that the utilization rate of machines was very low in this era, and 80% of the work was done manually. 100 people were far from enough, so 50 women were recruited and trained to make kimchi, which barely stabilized the situation.

Grandpa Xu Changyuan's face was full of joy: "Why didn't the kimchi factory I worked at think of so many methods? They put the kimchi into cans after it was made. It was clean and beautiful. In fact, it was just a carrot skin, haha."

"Grandpa, the goods are sold with their skins. No matter how good the pickles taste, if they are not well packaged, no government agency will dare to buy them. No matter how good the things made by farmers are, if there is no guarantee and no unit, they are called "three-no products". This is what the law stipulates now."

Xu Changyuan shook his head helplessly: "Alas, the world has changed. I can't keep up with the thinking of young people. I went to the fields these two days and estimated that the peak season will come in ten days or so. By then, the daily harvest volume will be at least 50,000 to 60,000 kilograms. We will be too busy to handle it anyway."

"Don't worry, Grandpa. I didn't plan to make kimchi. Although kimchi has a higher profit, after several processes such as pickling, processing, packaging, and disinfection, there is basically not much profit. It is better to sell vegetables directly. We have dozens of tractors. Most of them are transported to the city to sell, and a small part is used to make kimchi. There is no pressure now, right?"

There are three fleets in total. Zhang Wang's car dealership has 20 Type 50 tractors, which are mainly used to make money, transporting goods for fertilizer plants, cement plants, power companies and other departments. They can also be transferred back to transport vegetables at critical moments.

Xiao Cui's fleet, with ten 25-horsepower tractors, is the main force in transporting vegetables. Now, more than a dozen fresh food stores and three cooperative wholesale markets have been developed in the county, urban area and provincial capital. Thirty to fifty thousand kilograms of vegetables a day is a drizzle. In this era, the Northeast was an era of highly developed industry, with a large population and extremely cheap vegetables. For example, the purchase price of cucumbers was only four or five cents, and the selling price after transporting them to the city was one and a half cents. After deducting the fuel costs, they could still make several cents. All settlements were made in cash, and there was no possibility of deposit.