The leisurely life of farmers in mountain villages

Chapter 88 The Team Going Home Is Spectacular
"Hey, hey, don't worry, it's not easy for the young man to come all the way to Qishan in the cold weather, so don't grab it!"

At seven o'clock in the morning, I heard that the chicken deliverer had come to Lao Song's fried chicken shop, and then the fried chicken shop owners who signed the contract with Wang Shaodong all ran over to pick chickens.It was even said that some fried chicken shop owners who had not signed a contract with Wang Shaodong also came.

In the past two days, there was a serious shortage of chickens in Qishan. Some fried chicken shops had customers who didn't have any chickens, so they had no choice but to buy them from the fried chicken shops that had chickens.And buying chicken from other people's fried chicken shops, the price must be much more expensive.The fried chicken shop buys chicken feces from chicken dealers for 14 yuan, and if you buy it from other fried chicken shops, the minimum cost is 16 yuan per catty.

"Don't snatch them all, take out the contracts, wait for those who don't have contracts first, then, you pick first, and the rest are mine."

Those who have a contract are happy to hear it.

"Old Song, it's you who is righteous."

"I just like Lao Song."

However, those who did not have a contract were lucky to hear Song Daojiang's previous words, but they were a little anxious when they heard Song Daojiang say the last sentence "The rest is mine".

"Hey, Lao Song, you should reserve two for us. I received a call yesterday and booked four tables, and I'm still short of two chickens!"

"Old Song, you can do it, I'm short of two chickens today."

Song Daojiang turned a deaf ear to what the people around him said, but said to Wang Shaodong: "Xiao Wang, you follow the order of signing the contract, you read the names and come one by one, I will help you."

The fried chicken shop on Qishan Mountain is not busy in the morning, and customers usually come after eleven o'clock at noon, so Song Daojiang has the time to help Wang Shaodong.

Besides, this young man in front of him is his son's classmate. Seeing him is like seeing his own son. He always feels very kind, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't help.

Hearing what Song Daojiang said, Wang Shaodong nodded hurriedly and said, "Good Uncle Song."

Then, Wang Shaodong took out a small notebook from his pocket, and shouted: "No. 1 Han Pingtang three, let's pick first."

"I'm sorry everyone, we have to pick the best."

Han Pingtang's fried chicken restaurant is located at the foot of Qishan Mountain. It is not very big, and there are only three or four tables of customers a day.

Wang Shaodong stood in front of the scale, and then put the three chickens of Han Pingtang on the scale and weighed them.

"Uncle, the three chickens weigh 24 catties in total, and they cost 312 yuan. Let me give you two yuan, and I will charge you 310 yuan."

Upon hearing this, Han Pingtang happily paid 310 yuan and left with three chickens.The first one to pick chickens must pick the big ones, and then the others watched Han Pingtang leave with three chickens weighing an average of eight catties, and they were all envious.

There are more than a dozen companies that have signed contracts with Wang Shaodong. There are more big fried chicken restaurants like Song Daojiang who want [-] chickens, while those like Han Pingtang only need three or four chickens.

In this way, from 09:30 in the morning to 92:[-] in the morning, Wang Shaodong finally sold all [-] chickens.

92 chickens weighed a total of 653 catties, and sold for 8450 yuan after excluding some odds and ends.

Song Daojiang saw so much money in Wang Shaodong's arms, so he told him to go home quickly and give the money to his parents.

However, just as Wang Shaodong was about to start his three-wheeled motorcycle and leave, he was pulled aside by a fried chicken shop owner who had not signed a contract with Wang Shaodong.The man had a scar on his face, and he didn't look like a good person at first glance.

To be honest, with so much money in his pocket, Wang Shaodong was still a little nervous.

"What are you doing?" Wang Shaodong asked, frowning, not knowing him.

"Little brother, don't be afraid. I also run a fried chicken restaurant. You came to my fried chicken restaurant last time."

When the man with the scar on his face said that, Wang Shaodong immediately remembered.When he asked Song Daojiang to sign a contract with him, and then found this person, he said that he would never be short of chickens, so why did he sign the contract, so he didn't sign it.

"Look, how about if I give you 14 yuan a catty, how about selling me a hundred?"

The price was increased by one yuan, and one hundred chickens would be sold for an extra 700 yuan. However, Wang Shaodong frowned and said, "I have signed the contract with them here. If I give it to you, there will be no chickens for them." ,This is how to do?"

"This... little brother, please don't hate what I told you last time. I'm a big bastard with no discernment. Please help me, please help me."

Wang Shaodong remembered that the man with the scar was named Lu Zhen, and the fried chicken restaurant on Qishan Mountain was quite large, comparable to Song Daojiang's fried chicken restaurant.

"Well, my chickens are gone, but my neighbor's also raises chickens, and there may be some left. If you want, you can follow me to their house to have a look."

"How big is the chicken?"

"It's less than a month later than our chicken."

"Old Lu, it's almost there, let's go and have a look."

It's only less than ten o'clock now, so there's no time left.Wang Shaodong looked back and saw that several fried chicken shop owners who didn't get any chickens were following behind.

"Go, have a look."

Wang Shaodong nodded with a smile, and then said: "That's fine, since everyone wants chicken, then come with me."

Everyone became envious when they saw the chicken that this young man brought over.

There are at least thirty or forty fried chicken shops on Qishan, but after signing the contract with the Wang family, only a dozen of them bought chickens, and the chickens from the remaining twenty or so fried chicken shops have not yet been found.

In this way, with more than 8000 yuan in his arms, Wang Shaodong rode a three-wheeled motorcycle with four empty chicken cages, followed by motorcyclists, vans, Santanas, and Jettas. He was so mighty that he headed towards Taohualing Village.

Last night, Wang Shaodong heard from his father, Wang Fumin, that among the chicken farmers, He Jiaxiang seems to have kept more than 300 chickens in his hands, and plans to sell them at a high price in the market at the end of the year. The same plan, Ma Zhentang kept more than [-] of them.As for He Jiaqing, because this guy is too lazy, he often doesn't go to the market when something happens, so he has the most chickens left in his house, with more than [-] chickens.

The owners of these fried chicken shops followed him to Taohualing Village, and they probably wouldn't return empty-handed.

Qishan is Qishan Fried Chicken. In 2002, it cost 18 yuan a catty. Seven or eight people stewed a pot of chicken weighing seven catties, and then ordered a table of dishes. It cost 300 yuan to eat. I also ate, played and played. It is a very good place to go on weekends.

Around Qishan, people from Quancheng, Taishan, Tainan, etc., come to Qishan on Saturdays and Sundays, climb the mountain, and taste the unique Qishan fried chicken. regrettable.

Later, in 2015, when Qishan developed hot springs, more people came to Qishan to play, and the fried chicken restaurants on Qishan became more prosperous.

A three-wheeled motorcycle, followed by a row of various vehicles, suddenly became the object of discussion among passers-by.

And the driver of the three-wheeled motorcycle at the beginning sang happily: "Laughing in the sea! The tide is surging on both sides of the strait!..."

(End of this chapter)