The leisurely life of farmers in mountain villages

Chapter 90

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, it is Miaoziji, which is relatively close to Taohualing Village, only six miles away.

He Jiaqing is a lazy person, he doesn't rush to the faraway episodes, he only rushes to the next few episodes, so he has sold hundreds of chickens until now.

Counting the investment, He Jiaqing has invested almost 6 yuan in this batch of chickens, but only sold them back for more than 3 yuan. Seeing that he will lose money, He Jiaqing's wife cried all day long because of this.

The last batch of ducks lost [-] yuan. If this batch of chickens loses more money, the He Jiaqing family will have a hard time this year.

However, lazy people have lazy blessings. When the price of live chickens in He Jiaqing's head market was low, they sold less. At this moment, they just caught up with the good market.

He Jiaqing was selling chickens at Miaoziji, when suddenly his brother He Jiaxiang rushed over.

"Brother, go back quickly, the family is here to buy chicken."

At that time, He Jiaqing was negotiating business with a chicken buyer, and then said to the chicken buyer: "My chicken is seven yuan short and I won't sell it. What's wrong with Jiaxiang?"

"How can there be such an expensive chicken? If you buy it for six yuan, I'll take it all. What do you think?"

He Jiaxiang stared at the chicken buyer and said, "Go, go, seven yuan? I won't sell you even ten yuan."

"Hey, I said why are you like this? Who are you, what does it matter to you if I buy my chicken?"

Seeing that his brother was about to quarrel with the customer who bought the chicken, He Jiaqing hurriedly persuaded him to leave.

"Second brother, please don't say a few words, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my brother, there may be something wrong at home."

He Jiaxiang directly pulled He Jiaqing aside, and asked, "Brother, how many chickens are there in your family now?"

"More than 300? 400? 500? I, I can't tell."

This is how He Jiaqing raises chickens. He is a completely different person from He Jiaxiang. He Jiaxiang records everything in his notebook, how much he has earned and lost, how many chickens are left, and how many chickens have died.As for He Jiaqing, everything was so-so, completely unclear.

"Okay, brother, don't sell chickens here. There are 13 or [-] chicken buyers from Qishan. They cost [-] yuan a catty, and you can ask for as much as you want. Ma Zhentang and I sold all the chickens."

He Jiaqing was taken aback and couldn't believe his ears.

"What? There is such a thing? 13 yuan a catty? How much do I have to sell? They, why did they come to our house suddenly?"

"Brother, how much you sell depends on how many chickens you have. Anyway, you've made a fortune. Those people were called by the owner of the Wang family. All their chickens were sold to the fried chicken shop on Qishan, and the price was 13 yuan. One catty of money. There is a shortage of chickens on Qishan, so we are looking for chickens everywhere."

He Jiaxiang seldom joked, He Jiaqing knew it very well, then nodded hurriedly, and said with some regret: "Oh, I sold six of them for seven yuan just 5 minutes ago. If you had come a little earlier, I would not have sold them."

"Brother, look at you, you don't say that I came to report to you to thank me, but you still blame me for being late."

He Jiaqing patted He Jiaxiang on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Brother, I don't mean that."

He Jiaxiang helped He Jiaqing pack his things, and said, "Let's not waste time here, people are still waiting."

"it is good."

He Jiaqing brought over forty chickens today, half of which have been sold by now.

At this time, someone came to ask He Jiaqing's chicken price, but He Jiaqing didn't bother to talk to him, and just waved his hand to dismiss him.

After the things were packed, He Jiaqing galloped away on a motorcycle in front, and He Jiaxiang who followed behind saw his cousin's motorcycle almost flying into the sky, and couldn't help sweating.

Sure enough, when He Jiaqing came to the house, he saw that the small yard was full of people, and then his wife ran over in a hurry, and said with a smile on her face: "The head of the house, Dongzi brought us such big bosses. They said they were going to cover all our chickens."

Seeing He Jiaqing's return, Wang Shaodong stood up and greeted him: "Bosses, my Uncle Qing is back, you guys just need to talk to him when you buy chicken."

"Uncle Jiaqing, the price has been negotiated, 13 yuan a catty, don't let them flop around in the chicken coop, they want you to catch chickens for them."

He Jiaqing looked at Wang Shaodong and nodded gratefully, and said, "Okay, okay, Dongzi, after my uncle sells the chicken, I will treat you well. What about Sichun Yimo?"

He Jiaqing turned to look at his wife.

"It's in the house."

"Call it out."

At this time, the bosses of those fried chicken shops had already surrounded them.

"Boss He, I want twelve chickens, can you catch them for me first? My wife has a cold and is still infusing at home. I have to go back quickly."

"Catch me first, I want five, I want less."

"I want thirty. If I want more, catch them for me."

The bosses around were chattering and chattering, making He Jiaqing's head dizzy.

Now it is an absolute seller's market, and the buyer has no dignity at all. Wang Shaodong knew this very well, and then shouted loudly: "Okay, stop shouting, you should first discuss the order, whether it is by age or by seniority, there must be A 123, right? What’s the deal with being so noisy? They’re all young and old from the same place, so don’t let people laugh at you?”

The owners of the fried chicken shops who bought chickens fell silent when they heard this.

"That's right, we're not as knowledgeable as a child."

Then, the remaining nearly [-] fried chicken shop owners began to discuss who should come first.

He Jiaqing once again cast a grateful look at Wang Shaodong.

"Uncle Jiaqing, Uncle Jiaxiang, you two are responsible for catching chickens in the chicken coop; Sichun Yimo, you two are responsible for keeping accounts; Aunt Jiaqing, Aunt Zhentang, you two are responsible for collecting money; Uncle Zhentang, Dad, you two are in charge of the process. That's all, hurry up and start working, don't delay the boss's return home to serve the guests."

There must be someone in charge of the overall situation. After Wang Shaodong made the arrangements, no one could make any comments, so they immediately went to work according to Wang Shaodong's instructions.

Everyone asked He Jiaqing how many chickens he had, but He Jiaqing was confused and couldn't figure it out at all.

Because there are many helpers, this time He Jiaqing's family sold chickens much faster than Wang Shaodong delivered chickens on Qishan.

Chicken sales started at 11 o'clock, and after 30:[-], all chickens in He Jiaqing's house were sold out.

After the chickens were sold out, everyone discovered that He Jiaqing had more than 500 chickens left.

These more than 500 chickens finally weighed 410 pounds and sold for more than 300 yuan.

Originally, the He family still had more than 6000 yuan to recover the capital, but this time, He Jiaqing not only completely recovered the capital, but also made a net profit of more than 8000 yuan.

He Jiaqing, He Jiaxiang and Ma Zhentang now take Wang Shaodong directly as benefactors.

(End of this chapter)