The leisurely life of farmers in mountain villages

Chapter 83 The Right Mindset of Chicken Farmers

In his previous life, Wang Shaodong was a salesman, so he knew his current status and his strategy to impress these fried chicken shop owners.

Most fried chicken shop owners prefer to introduce new hawkers in the supply of live chickens. In that case, the competition among hawkers will definitely benefit the fried chicken shop owners.

Wang Shaodong plans to sell only [-] old chickens by the end of the year. For the Qishan Fried Chicken Restaurant at the end of the year, these chickens are not many.

From the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month to the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month, Qishan Fried Chicken Restaurant is the busiest period of the year.There are dozens of fried chicken shops on Qishan Mountain. There are not five hundred chickens eaten a day, but there must be three hundred chickens.

That is to say, just this big market in Qishan can eat all the old chickens of Wang Shaodong's family in less than ten days.

Under the introduction of Song Tao's father, other fried chicken shop owners were moved by Wang Shaodong's filial piety, and agreed to sign contracts with Wang's family.

As for the price, the two parties agreed that when the time comes, it will follow the market, and the market price will be whatever it is.

Of course, such conditions are also the reason why everyone is willing to sign a contract with this young man.

In this way, before [-]:[-] p.m., Wang Shaodong brought home more than ten cents of the old chicken purchase contract.

Wang Shaodong called his father Wang Fumin to the main hall, and then showed him the contracts.

Wang Fumin was stunned for a moment, looked at the dozen or so contracts on the coffee table, and asked, "What is this?"

"Dad, this is the old chicken recycling contract I signed with some fried chicken restaurants on Qishan."

Looking at his confident son, Wang Fumin was a little confused.

"Old chicken recycling contract?"

While talking, Wang Fumin picked up two contracts from the coffee table, and then looked at them carefully.

The contract is printed on A4 paper, and it clearly states that Party A will supply Party B with old chickens for more than seven months according to the contract. The old chickens must meet the standard and the quantity must be sufficient.The supply time is from the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month to the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month this year.

The signature of Party A is Wang Shaodong.

"Son, are you kidding me?"

Wang Shaodong looked at his father Wang Fumin with a serious face and said, "Dad, these contracts are all legally binding. Party A and Party B each have a copy, and they have all signed."

Wang Fumin became nervous when he heard this: "Where can we get a seven-month-old rooster?"

Those who often handle chickens can guess the age of chickens from their appearance, and it is difficult to fool them.

"Isn't there one in our house?"

Wang Fumin has always planned to sell young chickens, but never thought of selling old chickens.

The investment in old-age chickens is too large, and the longer the breeding time, the more likely the chickens will get sick and the greater the casualties, then the profits will definitely be lower.

In large chicken farms, there are very few old-age chickens. Almost after the chickens have grown to a sufficient weight, the chicken farms will consider selling them.

As for the fried chicken restaurants in Qishan, if they use young roosters aged four or five months as ingredients, the taste they make will not have the characteristics of Qishan fried chicken at all.To make real Qishan Fried Chicken, you must use a rooster between seven and twelve months old.

The rooster is too small, the meat is too tender, and it will be rotten after a light stew, and it can't make the sticky taste of Qishan fried chicken.And the chicken is too old, and the meat of the old rooster over one year is too old, and the fragrance will fade instead.

After listening to his son's words, Wang Fumin suddenly realized.

"I said son, cooperating with you in silence means selling your father."

Wang Shaodong scratched his head in embarrassment, then looked at his father and said, "Dad, you have also seen the current market, our chicks will be ready to be slaughtered soon, and the current market price on the market is only more than four yuan If we sell our 2000 chickens at the market, we probably won’t be able to sell half of them in three months.”

Speaking of this, Wang Shaodong paused, took a sip of water, and then continued: "In three months, our chickens will be seven months old. I only found out when I went to Song Tao's house for a party last time that Song Tao's father It’s the owner of the largest fried chicken restaurant on Qishan. I tried to talk to him this afternoon, and he was willing to take our chicken, and the contract was signed very happily. And Uncle Song’s connections on Qishan are relatively good. Okay, take me to various fried chicken restaurants and sign these contracts. Dad, according to the contract, our chickens are just enough to send to these fried chicken restaurants in Qishan for half a year."

Next to him, Wang Fumin looked at the contract and listened to what Wang Shaodong said.

"I said son, there is something wrong with your contract. Why is the price not clear? What if they lower the price then?"

Wang Shaodong smiled and said: "The price of old chickens collected by those fried chicken shops in Qishan has always been very stable. It has never been lower than 12 yuan per catty. If we calculate the accounts at 12 yuan per catty, we will raise seven chickens." month, there are also accounts."

Hearing his son's words, Wang Fumin raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and muttered in his mouth: "Chicken will grow enough in five months, and the remaining three months will be fattening. Five-month-old chickens have an average of It weighs five and a half catties, and by seven months, an average weight of seven catties is considered very good. In the past three months, the investment of two thousand chickens, the feed alone is a lot. According to an average of 2 chickens a day Calculated by two feeds, 2000 chickens need to eat 400 catties of feed a day. The feed we feed chickens now is 1 yuan per catty. In this way, the input of feed alone is 5 yuan a day. Six hundred a day, three months, one hundred days , is 600 yuan. In this way, plus the 6 yuan invested in the previous four months, the investment will be close to 3 yuan when the 2000 chickens are raised for 7 months. 2000 chickens, in seven months, can Over 1 catties is considered pretty good, if the price is settled at 4 yuan per catty, then the total can be sold for about 12 yuan, with a profit of more than 17 yuan..."

Wang Fumin was silent for a while, his frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and he said to Wang Shaodong with a smile: "I said, son, there is an account for this matter! We still have to take care of the chickens."

Wang Shaodong nodded again and again: "Yes, you have to feed the chickens."

Wang Fumin laughed, but suddenly stopped laughing, and wrinkled his forehead again. He looked at his son and asked, "This arrangement can work for the 2000 chickens, but what about the [-] chickens? Hey!"

"Dad, those chickens will be ready for slaughter in three months. Why do you think so much? How tiring. Dad, don't think about those 2 chickens. Maybe the market will improve in three months."

Wang Shaodong was very appreciative, but it made Wang Fumin feel a little embarrassed.

"It's true, three months, nothing can happen."

Seeing his father's attitude changed, Wang Shaodong nodded and said, "Hey, that's right. The rice needs to be eaten one bite at a time, and the chickens have to be raised day by day. We can't go all over the place just because we don't know what happened three months later. Tian is frowning, if we catch up with the good market in three months and make a lot of money, won't our family have a good year?"

The father and son said, looked at each other and laughed.

(End of this chapter)