The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

Dinner is full, and meat is definitely not lacking. After all, the family raises pigs, and now it is no better than before to sell salty soup. There was no one in the family who bent his mouth.

As a junior on the table, Yang Dongxu naturally stood up and poured wine for his grandfather, dad, and uncle, and he also poured a small half of the glass. Although he has a good drink, he still attends school.

From an early age, adults say that they can't drink alcohol at school, and drinking alcohol hurts their brains. So in front of his dad, still restrained a little. Besides, the whole family drinks, and it’s not that it’s not to accompany relatives to be afraid of each other and not getting drunk.

After taking a sip of the wine, everyone drove, and Jiejie was holding a chicken leg to eat Zhengxiang. Yang Dongxu glanced at his uncle and asked, "Which car are you going to buy? Did you go to see it?"

"Large truck." Victory said very excitedly without thinking.

"I know to buy a big truck, doesn't the truck also have several brands, which brand do you choose, and which price and load do you choose, just how many pounds can you pull?"

"Of course, the bigger the better. The money is cheaper." It is a bit embarrassing to say that the victory is here. Obviously Yang Dongxu came back in person. It is estimated that the money for the car may be the big brother's side.

Yes, this question hasn’t been asked for a long time. Yang Dongxu simply didn’t ask: “Well, I’ll call to ask people at night to see what car is good. Let’s take a look tomorrow. It doesn’t necessarily have to be too big. It's enough to pull four or five tons of cargo. We have a bad side here. You can't drive out if you load too much."

"That feeling is good, that's what it is." Victory lifted the wine glass excitedly, and the little aunt glared at him for a few times, it was useless. After a sip, the subconscious wanted to grab the wine bottle.

"Uncle, let's talk about buying cars and pulling goods. But you can't drink while driving. You want to drink and wait for the goods to come back to let my dad accompany you to drink well." Yang Dongxu frowned.

People who are drunk driving obviously don't have any concepts, and their uncle is drunk and does not talk about the danger of driving. There is also a bad problem that it is easy to find something to fight.

At home, there are little aunts and grandparents who look better, plus everyone in Shili Baxiang knows who he is. But if you go out, no one knows who your victory is. It's a trivial matter to cause trouble to the car and to lose the goods. People are likely to be broken.

"Relax, rest assured, don't drink while driving, and don't drink while driving. The coach has taken my raw cocoon." Victory patted his chest and promised.

But such a guarantee is obviously more reassuring. Yang Dongxu also knows that it is useless now. He can only wait for the car to buy it and pull the goods.

After dinner, Mom Yang and her aunt stayed at home to clean up the mess. Yang Dongxu accompanied his dad, and a few people went to the pig farm to take a look. By the way, the past brought some sweets, tobacco, alcohol and other things to some helpers, although it is not new year.

But the little money Yang's family didn't care, and sent it away to gather people's hearts. Workers can do everything with little effort. Moreover, these helpers are also people in nearby villages, and there are naturally relatives who can't be ill-treated when turning around.

"Brother Xu Zi, you're back, I said I'm going to find you to play with." Before he left the village, Yang Dongxu saw several people in Xiaoliang.

Dayang Xiaowu went out to work part-time when he was about the same age as him. Only Xiaoliang, those 15-15 and a half-year-old children, are assured that they are going to stay at home for another year and then go out next year, just to help with some farm work at home.

In the afternoon, these half-big boys didn't know where they went, and they were not in the village. It was not hungry to run back for dinner and heard Yang Dongxu come back, and the team was ready to go and play with him.

Everyone used to play together in the bare **** before. Brothers and sisters rarely screamed brothers and boys, basically they called names. But as he got older, and Yang Dongxu was the only college student in the village, he was naturally repressed with his identity.

So in recent years, when he went back to the village, he was basically younger than him. When he was older, he basically played together, and he dared not laugh at anything with swearing jokes. This made Yang Dongxu sigh. In his previous life, he was a bachelor, no matter how old he was or younger than him, no one had been so kind to him.

"What are you going to do?" Yang Dongxu asked, looking at a few people holding the net.

"Catch the quail. Someone in the village recently bought this thing and played with it. We grabbed a few to make up for the fun." Xiao Tao said with a smile.

Now the corn is basically broken away, leaving only the corn stalks still in the ground. The red taro seedlings are almost licked by the frost, which is a good time to catch the quail.

Because it was cold at night, this thing rubbed into the straw stack. Holding a large net, the wheat straw stack is well grasped. Or maybe hear the quail's cry, and a few people directly pulled the net to cover it, and then lay on the net and touched it a little bit.

"Go a few of you, I won't join in the excitement, but also go to the pig farm to see it." Yang Dongxu said that he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and scattered them to several people: "You can play, don't pay for it Yes, or watch out for Dad and Uncle beating you."

The quail buckets are idle in the winter, and everyone used to be poor. So even if you add a dot to the head when fighting, it is basically a whole person's gadget, such as learning to bark or jumping on one foot or something. Later, life was better, so I bet on peanuts or fried pumpkin seeds or something.

And now it's obviously all gambling. In addition to the mahjong card nine gambling, some small casinos have also specially opened quail fights. Reasonably lose a few bucks to make up for the excitement, and the losers above are all in the minority.

Several people in Xiaoliang have improved their home economy a lot in recent years, so even if they don’t go out to work, they still have two spare money in their hands. Yang Dongxu didn't want them to suffer from gambling problems.

"Relax, we only sell quails and don't gamble." Xiao Tao lit the cigarette with a smile and waved to Yang Dongxu. Several people pulled the net and ran out of the red taro field outside the village. If you have good luck at this point, you might still be able to catch wild rabbits and pheasants for beating their teeth.

After walking for about ten minutes, I came to Yang's pig farm because I was afraid of affecting the life in the village. Therefore, the pig farm chose a mortar field more than a thousand meters away from the village. Such a field does not grow crops. In the past, it was basically deserted and no one wanted it, so Dad Yang went to the village to approve a note and rent the land.

It was signed for thirty years at once, two thousand dollars a year, more than 400 acres of mortar land, one acre is not worth 50 yuan. At present, two pig farms have been built here, which occupies more than 20 acres of land, and many are still empty.

Entering the pig farm, although Yang Dongxu has spent as much money as possible to make the construction of the pig farm more modern. But the taste is still not very good, but barely okay.

Although he is already entangled in money, he can buy the whole pig farm with a random change. But looking at the pigs waiting to be slaughtered, he was still very happy and down-to-earth. This down-to-earth feeling is very straightforward, not comparable to the deposits in the bank.

The two pig farms are now looking for a dozen people to help, and two big wolf dogs are also fed in the yard. The authentic black back is the police dog that the little grandpa ran several times in the city and bought a lot of money. Very vigilant and obedient, it is safe to close the iron gate at night. However, even at this time, there will generally be four people taking turns vigil here.

"To whom are our pigs sold now?" Yang Dongxu asked.

"The slaughterhouses in the city, they sent cars to pull when they slid. But I already asked, if we give them a pig, they will give 10 yuan more subsidies, this time there are more than 100 slaughter. Waiting for us I bought the truck and we can earn more than a thousand dollars just by pulling the pig." The uncle said with some excitement.

Looking at the excited uncle, Yang Dongxu did not pour cold water on him. It's a lot of money to earn more than a thousand at a time, but the uncle obviously didn't think about a large truck saying less than one hundred thousand, and better is two hundred thousand.

More than a hundred pigs don't say anything else. Even if the villagers come to help without money, give away alcohol and tobacco, or ask people to eat a meal and say less than two or three hundred. Coupled with the money for burning oil, it is not bad to get six or seven hundred in the end. This is not counted as the cost of wear and tear and their own labor costs.

"How much is a pound for the slaughterhouse?"

"In the first half of the year, it was two pieces and nine points~www.readwn.com~ Now I have to give three pieces and one piece, everything has been rising recently. The pork prices on the street have risen, there is no reason why the price of big pigs should not rise. Go tomorrow When looking at the car, I used to ask, if there is less, we will not sell him." Uncle said very confidently.

Although every family in the countryside raises pigs, a family can raise two heads a year at most, which simply cannot meet the market demand. Some time ago, the butchers of meat stalls in some cities could not get meat from the slaughterhouses, and they went directly to the door and gave them two cents a catty for long-term supply. But because I had talked to the slaughterhouse, I didn't sell it alone.

So if the slaughterhouse dares to lower the price, the slaughtered pigs of the Yang family will not worry about selling. Therefore, it is natural to speak for victory, of course, if the slaughterhouse is given the price, even if it is cheaper. It is better to sell it to the slaughterhouse. After all, how much can be pulled out of the slaughter, there is no other trouble to worry about.

"What are you going to do in the wasteland outside? Didn't you say chicken farming before? Why is it still deserted now?" Yang Dongxu asked.

"Isn't chicken raising your attention in the first place? We also feel pretty good. But who knows how troublesome it is to get a pig farm, it takes so long to sort out, how can there be time to be busy with others. Lease our pig farm, and then rent other, Bai give one or two years of rent." Yang Da said distressedly.

Now the business at the Yangjia market has basically stopped, everyone is on the pig farm, and it is considered to be barely busy. As for Yang Dongxu's suggestion of asking for more people, they were directly excluded.

Where is the land shortage for a few years? How much is the monthly salary of so many people? What is the sum of one or two years? Such a decisive desolation of the land. As for what more income can be obtained by raising chickens in advance, the chickens have not seen it, and the money is naturally not counted.