Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 50 Bloodworm Breeding
Yang Zhenyu put his arms around Hu Xingwang's shoulders and said, "Boss Hu, when the scale of breeding expands in the future, I will still get fry from you. You don't want to lose such a good customer like me, do you?"

Hu Xingwang valued the people Mao Jicheng introduced. Although Yang Zhenyu didn't buy too many fish fry from him this time, he couldn't guarantee that he would expand the scale that day. Doing business still depends on the long-term perspective.

"Boss Yang, the price can't be lowered. I can't make an exception for you. It will be difficult to do business in the future!" Hu Xingwang scooped half a scoop of grass carp fry from the breeding pond and poured it into the oxygen bag that was being sealed, "Forget it Send it to you, okay?"

Yang Zhenyu smiled, "Add a WeChat, I'll forward it to you directly!"

Compared with the fraction of 70 yuan, the scoop of grass fry behind Hu Xingwang made Yang Zhenyu feel more at ease.

After transferring the money, all the fry were loaded into the car, and Yang Zhenyu started the engine.

Hu Xingwang walked to the car door and said: "Boss Yang, if you don't worry, if you need fry in the future, send me a WeChat message directly, and I will send it over. Anyway, it's not too far away!"

"Thank you, Boss Hu!"

Yang Zhenyu waved his hand with a smile, and drove home in a tricycle.

When I got home, I poured all the fish fry I bought into the large water tank in the dam, and then went to the kitchen to get half a catty of salt and sprinkled it in the water tank.

Disinfect the fry with salt water to remove parasites and bacteria.

Thousands of fry are very energetic, swimming in the water tank densely.

Yang Zhenyu calculated the time, and after about 10 minutes, all the fry were fished out, put into buckets, and sent to Yangjiawan pond for stocking.

Grass carp and silver carp are herbivorous fish, but when they are young, feeding them some high-protein insects is more conducive to their growth and improves their meat quality.

When it grows up a little, the reproduction of cockscomb grass can meet the food needs of grass carp and silver carp, so there is no need to worry about food.Right now, Yang Zhenyu decided to feed high-protein insects such as Tenebrio molitor, red worm, and earthworm together with mandarin fish.

Yang Zhenyu must be reluctant to use the spirit earthworm produced by the system to feed fish. Even though the breeding cycle is short, compared to improving the soil, using it to feed fish is a bit too wasteful.

Yang Zhenyu is going to buy some red worms.

After dinner, I checked the Internet and contacted a red worm farmer in Qingjiang County, added contact information, asked for the address, and planned to go and have a look tomorrow.

Woke up the next morning, ate the noodles cooked by Wang Xiuying, and cut a piece of pig heart and lung for the prince. When Yang Zhenyu was about to go to the red worm farmer's house, Wang Xiuying came out and whispered in his ear: "Grandson, you smoke it yourself." When I went to the city to buy a car, Luo Guiwen's daughter-in-law had a problem, saying that you used their tricycle to ride up and down a day, and they didn't pay for gas, so they didn't want to ride it themselves.

We have this condition now, don't make trouble for others, it's not good if the family is at odds! "

Yang Zhenyu nodded and said: "Got it, grandma, I will return the tricycle in the afternoon, and I will go to the city to buy a car tomorrow."

In Yang Zhenyu's eyes, Luo Guiwen is a straightforward person. Last time he and Zhang Mingkang's old cousin worked the hardest to catch fish in the pond, and they didn't ask for anything in return. They were satisfied with a pack of cigarettes and a meal.

However, his daughter-in-law is notoriously picky in the village. During this period of time, Yang Zhenyu really only wanted to make things easier for himself, and didn't think too much about it. Wang Xiuying mentioned it today, so it was justified.The main thing is not to let Luo Guiwen be in a dilemma.

In response to grandma's words, Yang Zhenyu rode a tricycle to the street to fill up the gas first, and then went to the red worm farmer's house.

The person who breeds red worms is an old man who is nearly 70 years old.

In Qingjiang County, he is the only one who has made money by breeding red worms. The scale of breeding is increasing. In addition to his own family's field, he also contracted some fields for breeding. Now the whole family is engaged in breeding work.

Yang Zhenyu parked his tricycle on the side of the road and smelled a pungent smell as soon as he got out of the car.

The smell came from three agricultural tractors at the gate of the farmers.

At the door, the old man narrowed his eyes and glanced at Yang Zhenyu, then walked over with a shovel.

"What's the matter, young man?" the old man asked.

Yang Zhenyu said: "Uncle, I contacted your son yesterday, come and see the red worm!"

"Oh! He went out to deliver the goods." The old man waved, "Let me show you!"

He took Yang Zhenyu up to the Tiankan, and asked as he walked, "What are you buying red worms for?"

"fish culture!"

"Fish farming! Fish farming is good!" The old man nodded and said, "Red worms are the most suitable for raising fish. Many farmers buy red worms from us. Young man, how many do you need?"

"Buy a few dozen catties and try it out!"

The old man turned his head to look at Yang Zhenyu, and glanced at his mouth lightly, as if he was not satisfied with the amount Yang Zhenyu asked for, but he still said, "It's okay to try it first, fish like to eat, and then buy."

The old man took the sieve in his hand, took off his shoes, went to the field and hugged the net, sifted it, then walked to the water pipe, rinsed it with clean water, and showed it to Yang Zhenyu, "Young man, look at our red worms, look at them. This color is the same as red ink!"

Yang Zhenyu grabbed a handful after the old man, and the red worms gathered together and twisted. The color was very bright, bright red, and the quality was good.

"Uncle, how do you sell this red worm?"

"18 is a catty, you want more, so you can get a discount!" The old man walked towards the pool with the sieve.

Yang Zhenyu paused.

so expensive?
Calculated in this way, how much does the fish in the pond have to eat?

The quality of the fish has been improved, but the cost is too high, and Yang Zhenyu can't accept it.

He asked curiously, "Uncle, what's in the trunks of the three cars at the door? The smell is too strong!"

The old man washed the red worms with clean water, and replied: "Pig dung and chicken dung."

Yang Zhenyu guessed: "Is it used to feed red worms?"

The old man nodded, "The fresher the pig manure, the better. Just pour it on the field, and the chicken manure needs to be fermented."

Yang Zhenyu had a whim, pig manure and chicken manure, I have it at home, why don't I feed it myself? If it succeeds, I don't need to buy red worms in the future.

"It's almost done, young man, take the bag yourself!" The old man said, pointing to the transparent bag hanging on the wooden post behind the pool.

"Okay, old man!"

Yang Zhenyu took a bag and filled it in the clear water pool, "You count the money."

The old man glanced at the number of Yang Zhenyu's clothes, and didn't bother to weigh them, so he shook his hands and said, "Just give one hundred."

Yang Zhenyu gave the money without bargaining. What he was thinking at this moment was not to discuss the price with the old man for a long-term order, but how to keep the red worms in the pocket in his hand to continue to reproduce and grow, so as to ensure the needs of fish farming?
"Uncle, here, 100 yuan!" Yang Zhenyu gave the money, put on the red worm and went home excitedly, eager to practice his idea.

When I went back, I stopped by the street supermarket to buy two bags of rice and a pot of vegetable oil and dragged them back.

When returning the car, Yang Zhenyu walked into Luo Guiwen's house with rice and oil smiling.

"Uncle, auntie is here too!" Yang Zhenyu called out as he put the rice oil on the edge of the stove.

"Xiao Yang, what are you doing?" Luo Guiwen was drinking porridge, put down the bowl and asked in surprise.His wife also looked back at Yang Zhenyu.

(End of this chapter)