My village can't be like this

Chapter 616: Rice
When he arrived at the rice mill, Zhang An found that there were quite a few people inside.

He immediately frowned and thought to himself, oh no, if he had to queue up, how long would it take?

But the next second, the owner of the rice shop noticed him and took the initiative to greet him.

"I'm here to grind rice again today, little brother Zhang."

Although he had to face many customers who came to grind rice every day, the owner of the rice mill was very impressed by Zhang An.

Because usually when other people come to harvest rice, they only bring about one or two hundred kilograms at most. If they harvest less, they will just give the money in vain, and if they harvest too much, it will be too easy for rice weeds to grow if left alone.

Even when it comes to weddings or funerals, he would only weigh about 500 to 600 kilograms at most.

But this young man Zhang An always started with two carts every time he came, and he would harvest at least two to three thousand kilograms of millet.

Although their family owns the largest rice mill on the outskirts of the county town, Zhang An can definitely be considered one of their larger customers.

"Yes, Boss Wang, but I see there are quite a few people waiting. How long will it take to get in line?"

Zhang An had come here to buy rice several times, so he was familiar with the boss.

His name was Wang Xiang. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, living between the city and the mountains. In fact, he was a little older than Zhang An's father.

Boss Wang looked outside and saw the familiar pickup truck, loaded with a full bucket of millet, parked outside.

"Let's do the same thing today. I definitely can't keep you waiting. I recently installed a large-scale machine. The rice it produces is very pure, with very little broken rice. I can help you with it right away."

Seeing that Zhang An didn't want to wait any longer, he pointed to the innermost part of the rice room and said.

"Oh? That's great, can we drive in directly?"

When Zhang An heard that he didn't have to queue up and could just start milling rice, he immediately became very happy.

"That may not work. The machine is too deep inside. Your pickup truck probably can't fit in. But I have a cart here. I can use it to push the grain in."

Hearing this, Boss Wang immediately shook his head.

If it were the units outside, driving the car in for loading and unloading would not be a problem, but driving inside would be simply impossible.

"In that case, let's push it in with a cart. It won't delay anything."

Zhang An took a look and found that the distance from the gate to the engine room inside was not far and it would not take much time.

"Brother Zhang, please wait here for a minute. I'll go push the cart out."

After Wang Xiang greeted Zhang An, he turned and walked inside.

After a while, he came out pulling a cart, accompanied by two women.

Originally, Zhang An thought that Wang Xiang was calling the two women to help unload the truck, but halfway through, the two women went to the unit that was threshing rice and replaced Wang Xiang's two sons.

Zhang An immediately felt that this was more normal. Although women in ordinary families were not delicate ladies, they could also hold up half the sky. But if he really asked them to help unload the truck and carry big bags, Zhang An really couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Wow, this time the load is quite a lot. It looks like this truck is loaded with at least 2,000 kilograms of millet."

When Wang Xiang came outside, he saw that the bed of Zhang An's pickup truck was full and tied with ropes. This was much more than the previous times Zhang An came.

"Haha, we only plan to get this much this time. It's not worth loading two trucks, so we just brought one truck over."

Although the load capacity of Zhang An's vehicle is 0.875T, which is more than kilograms.

However, the car can still be loaded with about 2,000 kilograms and can even be loaded with more.

Because the car was bought by Chen Ze, sometimes money can really do many impossible things.

Finally, after Zhang An had driven the car for two years, he realized that its power was not as indicated.

As the saying goes, the power is unknown, but it becomes stronger when it encounters a stronger opponent. Pulling 2,000 kilograms of cargo is easy with it.

Wang Xiang just chatted a few words and then began to prepare to unload the truck.

With his two sons and Zhang An, there were four people in total. The unloading speed was quite fast. Three or four trucks were used to push all the grain into the truck.

The total weight was two thousand and eighty-nine kilograms. Because Zhang An was an old customer, Wang Xiang generously gave him an extra eighty-nine kilograms.

When threshing rice, Zhang An would squat at the rice outlet and observe carefully.

In the end, we found that, just as Wang Xiang said, the rice produced by this unit was quite pure and there were not many broken rice particles.

In this way, all the time I spent tinkering with the cart was not in vain.

After all, the taste of rice cooked from broken rice is very different from that cooked from pure rice, and the price is much lower. Any normal family would want to use less broken rice.

Of course, if you are making wine, it is better to choose broken rice.

"Brother Zhang An, how is your chicken blood rice harvest this year? I heard that your Hongyan Town has a bumper harvest this year."

While threshing rice, Wang Xiang fed grains into the feed inlet while asking Zhang An about the situation.

In Wang Xiang's eyes, Zhang An's chicken blood rice is absolutely delicious.

Because every time Zhang An finished harvesting rice and left, he could still pick up some from the crew, but not much, only about one or two kilograms each time.

But this is enough for their family to eat two meals. After tasting it, we still don’t know the quality of this rice.

So this time he planned to confront Zhang An and ask to buy it directly. On the one hand, he wanted to eat it himself, and on the other hand, he had his own ideas.

"It's not bad. God has given us a bite to eat this year. The harvest is pretty good."

This year's harvest is not just good, it's a bumper harvest, but Zhang An just smiled and said modestly.

"It's like this, brother, I think the rice in your house is really good, and I want to buy some from you. What do you think?"

After taking a look at Zhang An's expression, Wang Xiang immediately understood that Zhang An's family's millet harvest would not be bad this year, so he said solemnly.

As soon as Zhang An heard what Wang Xiang said, he was immediately surprised why this person wanted to buy his own millet out of the blue.

But then I realized that Boss Wang must be tinkering with his own rice business.

After all, it is definitely not cost-effective to open such a large rice mill and just wait for people to come and grind rice every day.

He could easily collect some millet himself, then grind it into rice and sell it. Even if the worst happened, he could still make a profit by selling it to a rice mill.

"Thank you, Boss Wang, for your kindness. But even if the harvest is good, the millet my family harvests every year is not enough to supply the market, so I'm afraid I can't do Boss Wang's business anymore."

Without even thinking about it, Zhang An would not agree to this Boss Wang.

The amount of millet they had was barely enough to sell to the tenants of Dongli Yard, let alone to anyone else.

"Don't worry, the price is negotiable. I'm sure you, Brother Zhang An, will be satisfied."

Seeing Zhang An refused without hesitation, Boss Wang quickly spoke, trying to persuade Zhang An with a high price.

"Boss Wang, it's not that I don't agree to your request. It's just that I don't have enough rice. Do you know how much I sell this rice for per kilogram?"

Seeing that Wang Xiang was still insisting on pestering him, Zhang An decided to make him give up.

"How much?" Wang Xiang naturally didn't know, so he asked Zhang An.

"It's three yuan a pound, and the demand is still far from meeting the supply."

Zhang An is not bragging, this is the price he sold it to the tenants of Dongli Yard.

"How much? That's impossible?"

When Wang Xiang heard the price, he asked with a look of disbelief.

Due to the heavy rain that lasted for more than half a month, the price of rice skyrocketed last year, once soaring to a high price of RMB 30 or 40.

But it has recovered this year. Normally speaking, the unit price is between 80 cents and one yuan.

Now Zhang An said that the chicken blood rice was three yuan per catty, which was three times the price of ordinary rice, which was completely beyond his expectations.

"I don't need to lie to you. After all, you know how much rice I produce every year, Boss Wang."

Seeing Wang Xiang in a daze, Zhang An shook his head and said.

He understood Wang Xiang's feelings very well at the moment. If he told this to others, few people would believe it.

But that's the fact, the right time, right place and right people are all on Zhang An's side.

If you take it to the rice market, you won’t get such a good price in two years.

But Changqing Village is suitable, after all, the tenants in Dongli Courtyard are all wealthy people.

"That's not the case, it's just the first time I've heard such an exaggerated thing."

Wang Xiang smiled a little embarrassedly, and now he no longer talked to Zhang An about harvesting grain.

In fact, there are still a lot of chicken blood rice stored in Zhang An’s space, because he goes in from time to time to plant a crop.

But he never thought of selling it, especially to grain dealers.

After all, the chicken blood rice in the space is much better than those grown outside, and he can't waste it.

Even if he is happy one day, it would be better to use the money to give back to the folks of Dongli Yard rather than selling it to other people.

"Not bad, not bad. This large unit is really fast."

An hour later, two thousand kilograms of millet were threshed. Zhang An was very satisfied, thinking that it would take much less time next time.

"Hey, this is the largest unit in our county. It can produce two thousand kilograms an hour. Speaking of which, Zhang An, I can't buy millet. You have to sell me these rice bran."

Failing to buy millet, Wang Xiang set his sights on buying several hundred kilograms of red rice bran.

"Boss Wang, this is really not possible. My family raises hundreds of chickens, more than thirty sheep, and more than a dozen deer. This amount of rice bran is not enough to last for a few days."

Before coming, Wang Fang asked them to take rice bran back. Now that their family doesn't grow much corn, the rice bran has become the main feed for livestock in the autumn and winter. She usually has to go to Zhang Xinmin's house to collect it from the villagers, and Zhang An will not sell it.

"Ah this..."

Wang Xiang's eyes widened at this. He had previously thought that Zhang An's family was a family with a lot of land, but he never thought that they were also a large-scale breeder.

Well, there's nothing to discuss now.

Fortunately, Wang Xiang could earn a good sum of money from harvesting 2,000 kilograms of millet, which was a little comfort to him.

It was only six or seven o'clock in the evening, not long after dinner, and Grandma Yu came to the door on time.

"I'm here to buy rice, Zhang An's mother."

Grandma Yu held a few bags of rice and said to Wang Fang with a smile.

The most important thing is that not only her family came, but also her two neighbors came.

Now, half of the more than 1,000 kilograms of rice that Zhang An had just brought back during the day was gone once the three families arrived.

But fortunately, this car is enough for now. I can take another car another day and that will be basically enough.

After the rice was weighed and the money was paid, Zhang An helped them deliver the rice to their door.

After all, the people who came were old men and women. If we really asked them to take it themselves, it would be a life-threatening task.

"Xiao An, do you think our family should plant rapeseed or weeping rapeseed in the fields this year?"

After Zhang An returned home, Wang Fang began to discuss the planting of winter rapeseed this season.

"Mom, why don't we stop growing winter rapeseed? We have to pull it up several times, and it's troublesome to harvest it. Why don't we grow garlic this year?"

Zhang An did not love rapeseed as much as millet. After all, rapeseed was not a staple food like millet. Apart from being used to extract oil, it could only be sold.

Selling the goods for money is dispensable to the Zhang An family, so the only use left is oil extraction.

However, his usual eating habits are mainly based on lard, and rapeseed oil is not a big deal throughout the year. It is already a big deal to use up 20 to 30 kilograms of it, so he is not too fond of rapeseed oil.

"Is it really possible to grow garlic? This year's garlic is only 50 cents per pound, and it may not be the same next year."

When Wang Fang heard her son's plan, she began to think about the feasibility of growing garlic.

"I think growing garlic is a good idea. Look, Mom, after we grow garlic, we can sell the garlic sprouts in winter, and then we can sell the garlic stalks after the New Year. The prices of both garlic sprouts and garlic stalks are not cheap. This is more practical than growing rapeseed, and it is much easier to take care of than rapeseed."

In rural areas these days, people are still focused on planting rice in spring and rapeseed in autumn.

Zhang An's idea of ​​growing garlic came from a village in later generations.

At that time, most families in the village no longer planted rapeseed in winter. They all planted garlic. After a season, there was less trouble than planting rapeseed, and the income was higher than rapeseed.

"But we have so many fields at home. If we really use them all to grow garlic, will we be able to sell them when the time comes?"

Wang Fang was not someone who didn't know how to settle accounts. After hearing what her son said, she immediately started to think about it.

However, because her family has too many fields, she is worried about the problem of sales.

After all, there are people who specialize in collecting rapeseed, but you have to sell garlic yourself.

"Mom, this is not a problem at all. Whether it's garlic sprouts or garlic scapes, I'll ask Ding Yi to harvest them when the time comes."

With Ding Yi's supermarket, Zhang An never worried about sales problems. Even if he didn't go to Ding Yi, Ding Yi would have to buy them from other places.

After all, based on local eating habits, whether it is garlic cloves, garlic sprouts or onions, they are all the main condiments, especially in winter, when hot pot is an indispensable part of every meal, otherwise the taste will be bad.

With such a large living area in his supermarket, it is impossible not to have these kinds of things.

This was also the idea Zhang An had in mind when he teamed up with Ding Yi to run a supermarket.

"Then prepare the garlic seeds in the next two days and try to plant them as early as possible."

Seeing that her son had thought it through, Wang Fang had nothing to worry about.

(End of this chapter)