Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 168
Yang Zhenyu got up in the morning, shoveled a pot of corn to feed the chickens in the chicken coop.

After feeding, Wang Xiuying pointed to the two bags of corn in front of the door and said, "Grandson, you drag these two hundred catties of corn to your Uncle Zhang, and exchange a few bags of corn dregs to feed the pigs."

Yang Zhenyu nodded. After eating, he loaded two bags of corn into the van and drove to Zhang Mingkang's winery.

Zhang Mingkang was busy at the gate of the winery, calling the buddy to order something.

Autumn harvest is here, and it is the season to sell corn. Zhang Mingkang has been running around harvesting corn these days, but the situation is not good, so he only dragged half a car back.

Seeing Yang Zhenyu's van, he walked over and asked with a smile, "The watermelon is sold out, come and visit me when you have time?"

Yang Zhenyu smiled and said: "Uncle Zhang, I've finished drinking the Baogu wine at home, and I'm hungry, so I'm here to fetch you a couple of catties."

"What's the big deal, you just call me, I'll just drop it off in the afternoon, and I'll drive around, don't you need gas money?" Zhang Mingkang took out a cigarette and handed it to Yang Zhenyu.

Yang Zhenyu got out of the car and smoked and said, "Grandma asked me to drag some corn to exchange for dregs, and take it back to feed the pigs."

"There are a lot of dams in the winery, you can shovel as much as you want!" Zhang Mingkang said bluntly.

Yang Zhenyu raised his eyebrows.

At this time in previous years, the villagers rushed to exchange the wine dregs and took them back to feed the pigs.

In other wineries, one catty of corn can be exchanged for only two catties of wine dregs, but in Zhang Mingkang's winery, one catty of corn can be exchanged for three catties of wine residue.

What Zhang Mingkang thinks is that they are all from the same village. He was the village director before, and he has already made money by selling the wine. It is also convenient for his own villagers and let them drag some more back to feed a big fat pig Good price.

Yang Zhenyu took another look at the truck carrying corn, and guessed: "Uncle Zhang, is it hard to harvest corn this year?"

Zhang Mingkang nodded and said: "The village has been troubled by wild boars a few times, and everyone's harvest is worse than in previous years. You also know that the pork market is good this year. Many farm owners in other places harvest corn at a high price. Now corn corn sells for [-] yuan per catty. In previous years, the highest was only one yuan and two.

I charge one yuan and three this year, but not many people are willing to sell it, and the half car is also distributed from a few old guys.

Not to mention exchanging corn for wine scum, you are the first one this year, and now the corn in the hands of the villagers is very expensive. "

Yang Zhenyu asked curiously, "Uncle Zhang, how much wine can I produce with these two hundred catties of corn?"

Smoking a cigarette, Zhang Mingkang said matter-of-factly: "My boiler has a high yield rate of alcohol. Normally, one hundred catties of corn can produce about 50 catties of [-]% fragrance liquor.

If the sauce-flavored type is brewed, about 30 catties can be produced, and the strong-flavored type can produce about 40 catties.

The lower the degree, the higher the yield.

All the people I employ are master craftsmen who have been making wine for more than [-] years. The wine they brew is mellow and sweet. Two bosses in Shandong come to my place every year to sell thousands of catties.

We call it Baogu wine here, but in the northern region, they call it shochu.

What, Xiao Yang?Interested in winemaking? "

Yang Zhenyu followed Zhang Mingkang's words and asked: "Uncle Zhang, how much money can your winery make a year?"

Zhang Mingkang said: "There should be a gross profit of [-] yuan. My winery is just a little small, and the annual output is there. Many merchants can't buy it.

According to this year's market conditions, if the corn can't be harvested, I'm afraid the output will still be low. "

Zhang Mingkang was worried.

The retail price of the best local 55-degree corn wine has reached 20 yuan, and the profit is quite lucrative. Yang Zhenyu can see that Zhang Mingkang is also very anxious at this time.

The second half of the year is the peak season for baijiu sales. During the holidays, basically every household buys baijiu, whether it is for worship or eating and drinking.

In the southwestern area, Baogu wine is the most popular baijiu for ordinary people.

Yang Zhenyu said with concern: "Uncle Zhang, I have an idea. You can collect all the corn in the village without spending a penny."

Zhang Mingkang looked at Yang Zhenyu and said excitedly after hearing the story, "Xiao Yang, let's listen to it."

"Allow your winery to the collective," Yang Zhenyu said.

Zhang Mingkang patted Yang Zhenyu's arm, "What kind of international joke are you making? How dare you tease Uncle Zhang?"

Yang Zhenyu said earnestly: "Uncle Zhang, I've actually been thinking about setting up a business in the village and letting the villagers participate in the shares and getting dividends every year. I originally thought about raising pigs.

I heard what you said about the winery today, and I have a strong interest in this winemaking.

Let me do the math for you, we can allow the villagers to participate in various forms of shares, including the newly harvested corn this year, and use this year's market price to convert the shareholding ratio, and after the brewed wine is sold, we can give them dividends.

And these wine residues used up for brewing can also be distributed to the villagers as dividends, and they can be taken back to raise pigs, or they can collectively build another farm, which also solves the problem of feed. "

Zhang Mingkang still looked at Yang Zhenyu with a smile on his face after listening.

He admits that Yang Zhenyu's idea is very good, but there is one thing that he, the owner of the winery, finds it hard to accept. Why should the winery that he worked so hard to set up be collectively owned?
Isn't it good to make money alone?
Zhang Mingkang didn't say anything harsh to reject Yang Zhenyu, but let him use this method to collect the corn, it would be better to increase the price, and the profit earned is his own.

This has nothing to do with him being the village party secretary. The winery itself is his personal property.

Yang Zhenyu guessed what Zhang Mingkang was thinking, and any normal person would think that way, and then said: "Uncle Zhang, if someone asks you to buy this winery, on the premise that you want to sell it, how much would you want?"

Zhang Mingkang thought: "At least 30 to [-]!"

Yang Zhenyu clapped his hands, "By the way, the estimated registered capital I planned to start a business was 100 million, and I personally contributed 30. If you are willing to take the winery in, it will also be converted into 30 assets as a share, and we will start from the village. Raised 40 in hand.

If you want to do it, make it bigger. After the money is in place, add two more factories and two boilers to increase the production of wine.

When the output increases, we will do our own retailing and sell hardcover liquor. At that time, the selling price of the same catty of corn wine may be twice as much as it is now, and the profit will directly double.

Once the winery has started to make money, you can invest the money in the breeding farms, and let the money continue to roll over in various industries. At that time, your 30 shares will not be just the winery. If it is done well, Not to mention the tens of thousands of yuan you earn now, it is possible to divide hundreds of thousands or millions a year. "

Zhang Mingkang stared at Yang Zhenyu and lost his mind. He understood what Yang Zhenyu said, but he always felt like painting a big cake in his heart.

What's more, he had just chatted with Yang Zhenyu about the winery, and Yang Zhenyu would be able to pull out an industrial chain, Zhang Mingkang didn't know what to do.

"Xiao Yang, are these thoughts just your temporary thoughts, or...?" Zhang Mingkang asked curiously.

Yang Zhenyu understood what Zhang Mingkang wanted to ask, and said with a smile, "Uncle Yang, didn't you often tell me about the affairs of the village committee? Of course, I will definitely think about my own interests."

(End of this chapter)