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

Zhao Yong's father, Zhao Hua's uncle, sounds very old, but he is actually in his early fifties, which is the right age for working in the countryside. He is also a capable man in Shiba Township. He is very good at castrating pigs. With a small knife, a handful of lime, and a needle and thread, he can perform surgery on a piglet weighing 20 to 30 kilograms. After castration, the pig grows fast and the meat tastes good. If the pig is not castrated, the taste is too strong. The difference between pork at 50 cents per kilogram in the village and 70 cents per kilogram in the city is here. When the meat processing plant receives pigs, especially the meat sent to large units, it must be carefully selected and can only accept castrated pork, which must be larger than 200 kilograms and smaller than 330 kilograms.

"Farming is simple. It requires patience. You can't get rich overnight. Start with a few dozen pigs, then snowball and double your size. If you can control the resources of farmers in three or five surrounding villages, you can easily sell 10,000 pigs a year. With a profit of five yuan per pig, your dad can make 50,000 yuan."

Zhao Yong rubbed his hands excitedly: "Is it possible? If it's really 50,000 a year, then wouldn't I be a second-generation rich man?"

"You can't go wrong. You have to keep up with the trend of the times. With the improvement of living standards, pork consumption in cities is getting higher and higher, and the demand for live pigs is also getting higher and higher. If you seize this opportunity, you will change your fate. If you don't, you will continue to be a poor citizen."

Zhao Yong was full of confidence and nodded: "Okay, I will give this 5,000 yuan of private money to my dad when I get back and let him work hard."

While Liu Xia Lian and others were eating the stew in the iron pot, a dozen people from the serious crime team, Captain Zheng, were checking a suspicious motorcycle tricycle on the street.

It was very difficult and the driver was uncooperative.

The reason is simple. Motor tricycles are used for freight and are secretly used to pick up passengers and make money, which is illegal in itself. They thought they were being inspected for operations and naturally were unwilling to cooperate.

The serious crime team analyzed the scene and drew a very professional portrait. They were between 30 and 40 years old, weighed 130 to 150 kilograms, and had a shoe size of 42. They checked more than 100 people today and found no suspicious people.

Captain Zheng wiped his sweat and said, "At this rate, it will take at least three days to sort out the case. I don't know if this person will commit crimes again during this period. It's really useless in this hot weather."

At this time, a convertible from the Municipal Bureau squeaked and stopped next to Captain Zheng.

A beautiful policewoman, about 25 or 26 years old, was sitting in the driver's seat, looking at Captain Zheng with a smile.

"Uncle Zheng, let's pack up, it's time to eat."

"Xiao Song, why are you here?"

Xiao Song is a civilian police officer in the Municipal Bureau. Although he is young, his rank is no lower than Captain Zheng.

"Don't make trouble, Xiao Song, go eat first, we are still busy."

"Don't bother. I came here to tell you that the case has been solved. The police station in front of the station has already reported it to the district police station."

Captain Zheng was both happy and angry. He was happy that the case was finally solved, but he was angry that he did not solve the case.

"What's going on? It's too fast. We are still investigating the driver of the motorcycle, and they have solved the case. What does the suspect do?"

"I didn't watch the details, but I heard that the man was a fishmonger. The police station in front of the station received a tip from the public and arrested him that afternoon."

"They couldn't have been tortured into confessing, and they randomly arrested someone to take the blame," said a team member.

Xiao Song couldn't stand it anymore. Although they were competitors, they were colleagues in the same unit after all.

"No, don't worry. Director Kong of the branch is famous for his strictness. He won't implement it without 100% evidence."

Captain Zheng was upset and waved his hand: "Everyone, go home."

Everyone got off work and Captain Zheng got into Xiao Song's car.

"Well, I have to admit it. Once or twice, it can be considered luck, but if it happens frequently, it really means I am inferior to others. I am old. Give me a break. I should go home and rest."

Xiao Song said: "Uncle Zheng, you should be happy. Although the credit is gone, the suspect has been caught, which reduces the potential risk to the provincial capital's public security. In the past, thieves were everywhere, and you had to be very careful when riding a bus. Now it's much better, and society is much more stable."

"Yes, Chief Liu is a capable man. I think he will be promoted soon."

As the night deepened, the entire provincial capital fell into silence and the street lights were turned off.

Liu Xia Lian was snoring in the kimchi factory office, when suddenly she found herself leading a team to pick ginseng in the forest. A two-foot-tall little kid, wearing a green jacket, a red hat, and a chubby face, was making faces at Liu Xia Lian in front of her.

Liu Xia Lian jumped up to chase after it. The little kid seemed to have practiced martial arts. He jumped from short rocks to big rocks, and from big rocks to big trees. He was as nimble as a monkey. No matter how hard Liu Xia Lian tried, she could not catch up with him.

Suddenly, Liu Xia Lian woke up with a start. She had drunk a few too many cups of stew in the iron pot at night, and her mouth was dry and she drank too much water, and she woke up because she had to urinate.

After getting dressed, I went to the toilet in the yard. Suddenly, when I looked up, I saw a red light from the north shining between the bullfighting horns. The light was very bright and lasted for about three or two minutes before slowly disappearing.

"Look, this direction is the Greater Khingan Range. A treasure has been unearthed. I wonder what it is."

Generally speaking, when a treasure falls from the sky, its brilliance shines from above, like a falling star. When a treasure emerges from the ground, it is just the opposite, shining from below to above.

For example, when ginseng is over 300 years old or 500 years old, it will have this kind of light, which is called treasure aura. Ordinary people can't see the light of treasure aura at all. For example, some people who are good at gambling on stones can see the aura of the original stone with a very high accuracy rate.

Such a big red light shot straight into the sky. From the provincial capital to the Greater Khingan Range, it must be more than a thousand miles. With such a long distance and such a strong light, this treasure must be very big.

But Liu Xia Lian was not tempted at all. All valuable treasures were guarded by spiritual beasts. People who went looking for treasure would most likely lose their lives. This was no joke.

There was no conversation that night. The office driver got up early in the morning and drove back to the forest farm. General Manager Sun Pingjun took over the office and started operations. Although it has just started, it has already shown a trend of both supply and sales.

The sales volume of the five major distributors in the city was amazing, and they supplied at least one-third of the large factories and universities. The long beans, oil beans, cucumbers, eggplants, and corn produced in the forest farm were popular in the provincial capital.

Mr. Sun suggested, "Director, as the sales volume of goods increases, tractors can no longer meet the demand. Although they can carry more goods, they are slow. And there is another problem. Many large companies discriminate against tractors and do not allow them to be used for delivery. We need to buy a few trucks to deliver goods and use them in the provincial capital. We don't need too many. Three or four will solve the current delivery problem."

"I agree with Mr. Sun's suggestion. I've seen the trucks, and the price-performance ratio is too low. The price is 40,000. How many vegetables do we need to deliver to buy a truck? The price difference is too big. I'll look for it in the next few days. I should be able to find a suitable truck to solve the problem of transportation within the city."