Siheyuan: There are three little cats at home

Chapter 530 Is he a man?

Sanhuzi rubbed his chin stubble with his hand and said:

"Qingzi, are you afraid? It takes more than half a year to raise pigs for slaughter, and now in winter, piglets are hard to come by, and sows are hard to buy. You also know that if you run a meat joint factory, an old sow will not last long. You can’t buy it for more than a hundred dollars.”

As Sanhuzi spoke, he pulled open the collar of his clothes, took off his coat, and added:

“Breeding pigs are more expensive!”

The fire was burning brightly in the office stove, raising the temperature of the whole room several degrees. In addition, they were drinking liquor, which was strong and spicy. The three of them were all hot.

Xu Qing heard San Huzi's words, picked up the enamel teapot, took a sip of warm tea, nodded and said:

"Sanhuzi, I know everything you said. Piggy, let me figure it out. Next year, I can also contact the old sows and breeding pigs. The main thing is whether you are willing to do this."

Sanhuzi frowned, leaned back, and touched his wrinkled forehead with his hands, not knowing how to respond.

Seeing this, Er Mazi raised his hand and put it on San Huzi's shoulder and said:

"Sanhuzi, what are you so confused about? Qingzi pointed it out to you. You are still making excuses. Are you a man?!"

Xu Qing stopped Er Mazi and said:

"Brother Mazi, raising pigs is not a small matter, and there is no need to worry. Let Sanhuzi think about it carefully. After that, he, his wife, Sister Wang, Meijuan, and their families will discuss it."

Er Mazi grinned and said, "Hey, Qingzi, why don't I just raise pigs? As long as I can make money, I can do any dirty work!"

Xu Qing shook his head and smiled:

"Brother Mazi, you really can't raise pigs. You are registered in the city. Do you have land?"

"No." Er Mazi responded directly.

Xu Qing glanced at Sanhuzi and said: "Sanhuzi's rural household registration used to be bad, but after the change of weather, there was a re-opening and the land was allocated to his family. If he raises pigs, he will circle his own land. It can be raised.

Brother Mazi, what about you, if you want to raise pigs, do you still have to rent land? "

Er Mazi rolled his eyes upward, withdrew his hand from San Huzi's shoulder, rubbed his neck and said:

"Qingzi, what you said makes sense."

Xu Qing smiled bitterly, "Brother Mazi, have you seen that? Many people used to say that our urban household registration is good. You see, rural household registration also has advantages. At least everyone has one-third of an acre of land."

Sanhuzi quarreled:

"Qingzi, don't mention it. The land allotted to my family is not a good one. It's just a little better than the land you built the warehouse on. My mother is old, I'm repairing bicycles in the city, and my wife is also driving your business." I work at a grain station, and my land is free for my neighbors to farm, but no one is willing to do it.”

Er Mazi rolled his eyes and said, "San Huzi, let me plant it, I want it."

San Huzi rolled his eyes at Er Mazi, knowing that he was just teasing Menzi, so he ignored him.

Xu Qing picked up the wine bottle and poured wine into the three glasses of wine silently, without mentioning the matter of raising pigs.

This is really not something that can be done right away. Piggy's price is not cheap. In addition, Sanhuzi is also a married man and has a family. It is obviously impossible for him to finalize it now.

After all, Sanhuzi has never raised pigs, nor did he go to the countryside to collect them like Ermazi did.

Of course, raising pigs is not a technical job. Anyone who is not stupid or stupid can do it.

In terms of enduring hardship, Xu Qing knew that San Huzi would have no problem.

But if you raise too many, it will not be easy after all.

Definitely not one person.

If it's three or five heads, it's not worth it.

What's more, in these years, looking at the country, there are only a handful of individuals raising pigs on a large scale.

I have never heard of private pig farms in Sijiu City or even nearby small counties.

The people in the city are not happy, and the rural people in the suburbs are all focused on farming.

There is nothing wrong with Sanhuzi having no reference, beating his head and not daring to get involved easily.

Xu Qing can completely understand.

Furthermore, even if Sanhuzi raised pigs, at most fifty or sixty pigs a year would still not be enough to maintain the operation of the meat factory.

Should he let Er Mazi go to the countryside to collect pigs, he should continue.

After all, what he values ​​​​is that Sanhuzi makes money by raising pigs and inspires the people around him.

But having said that, Xu Qing was anxious, but he knew in his heart that things had to be done step by step and accomplished overnight, which was completely unrealistic.

With the reform, rural people can raise pigs and feed sheep by themselves without state restrictions or interference.

In a few years, more and more people will raise pigs on their own initiative.

In other words, in terms of time, it just needs to be longer.

After pouring the wine, Xu Qing raised his glass and clinked it with San Huzi and Er Mazi.

San Huzi drank the white wine in the wine cup, smashed his mouth, and stared at the pig tail on the dish.

His eyes were dull for a moment, and he frowned and said:

"Qingzi, I am responsible for raising pigs."

Er Mazi held a cigarette in his mouth, glanced sideways, and saw San Huzi looking troubled, speaking hesitantly, and said directly:

"Sanhuzi, why are you so obsessed with girls? Qingzi showed you a bright way to make money. What do you think you want to think about?"

San Huzi lowered his head in embarrassment. He naturally understood that what Xu Qing told him would not be to harm him.

We have been together for many years and we know each other very well. How can we not understand each other.

It's just that he really never thought about raising pigs. If he hadn't come here to drink, he would never stop repairing his bicycle and try to raise pigs.

He was planning to return to his old business and do what he started with - being a second-tier dealer.

Seeing that San Huzi was silent, Er Mazi picked up a piece of pig tail with his chopsticks, threw it into his mouth and chewed:

"Sanhuzi, if I were you, I would start raising pigs tomorrow. Didn't Qingzi say that your family has land, so you don't have to spend money to find a place to raise pigs.

And in the warehouse of the grain station, you can take the bran leftover from flour processing and feed it directly to the pigs, so you don’t even have to worry about feed.

In terms of sales, you just need to feed the pigs out of the slaughterhouse, rush them to the meat factory, and Qingzi will help you collect them. This great good thing has happened to you, but you don't know how to reach out to take it?

Really! "

When San Huzi heard what Er Ma said, he took two puffs of the cigarette that was about to burn out. He thought about it carefully and secretly felt that what Er Mazi said was quite reasonable.

If he really wanted to raise pigs, the land at home could be used directly, and a courtyard wall would be enough. The feed would be bran from the grain station's warehouse, so he would not have to cut pig grass or find anyone to inquire about it.

When the pigs are raised, the meat factory also guarantees the harvest.

It is indeed a good thing that cannot be found even with a lantern.

I just don’t know if I can make money from raising pigs.

If we lose the money, not to mention wasting a year in vain, the family's situation may be affected.

After all, he had never heard of anyone saying that there were people who specialized in raising pigs these days, nor had he heard of anyone making money raising pigs.

He had heard about the breeding farms in the suburbs outside the city, but they were ordered by the state.

The factory manager, breeder, etc. all work to earn money.

The state pays wages. As for individual pig raising, he had no idea whether there were any outside the Forty-Nine City.

Sanhuzi grabbed his hair with his hands, blinked his eyes, looked at Xu Qing, and thought about it:

"Qingzi, if not, let me discuss this matter with my family first, and I will give you an answer in a few days."

Xu Qing smiled and shook out the cigarettes from the cigarette case, handed them to San Huzi and Er Mazi, then held one in his own hand and said:

"It's okay, just think about it slowly."

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, after finishing two bottles of liquor, Xu Qing and Er Mazi saw San Huzi off.

After the hottest time at noon, the temperature began to gradually drop. The sun slid coldly towards the west, turning the clean sky into a golden color.

On the ground of the factory yard, near the snowdrifts, melted snow water meandered in all directions. As the temperature dropped, it gradually turned into ice on the cold concrete ground.

As soon as San Huzi left, Xu Qing and Er Mazi returned to the office, packed up the dishes, chopsticks, etc., and returned them to the stove in the cafeteria.

Then the two of them squinted in the office for a while, then went to the breeding workshop and then headed towards the grain station warehouse.

at the same time.

After Sanhuzi walked back home alone, he told his mother about Xu Qing's proposal to raise pigs.

"Mom, Qingzi said that I don't plan to repair bicycles and can raise pigs. What do you think?"

"Raising pigs?" Sanhuzi's mother stopped the rolling pin in her hand, picked up a small broom specially used to sweep flour, gently swept the white flour on her hands onto the chopping board, turned around and said with a confused look on her face. :

"Son, I don't know if it's good to raise pigs. You'd better wait until you eat the dinner mom made for you, then go back to the city to find your wife, Xiaojuan, and your brother-in-law. The four of you will do it together."

Sanhuzi sat on the edge of the kang, smoking a cigarette, saying "oh", and thinking about raising pigs alone.

"Son, I feel that Xiao Qing is quite reliable, smart and stable. He is much better than the Xu Damao who used to come to our house.

You are married and your mother can't make the decision for you. However, Xiaoqing said that raising pigs is possible, so we should give it a try. "

Seeing that her son was absent-minded, Sanhuzi's mother spoke up.

Sanhuzi responded, "Mom, I understand. You are busy with your work, but I just feel a little unsure."

The light in the room was a little dark. Sanhuzi got up from the edge of the kang and walked outside. He looked at the white snow on the roof of the grain station in the distance and took a deep breath.

He twisted back to the house where he lived before, lay on the kang, folded his hands on his chest, and looked sideways at the window glass.

At around six o'clock in the afternoon, San Huzi rode his bicycle back to the city after dinner, preparing to talk to his wife, sister, and brother-in-law about raising pigs.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Meijuan and her sister-in-law returned home from the grain station. They saw the elder brother talking to his man about raising pigs. When he heard that it was Xu Qing's suggestion, he quickly interrupted:

“Brother, since it’s Brother Xu Qing who said it, then you can do it!”

Sanhuzi glanced at his sister Meijuan and said to his wife, "What do you think?"

"I think it's OK. When I was young, I helped feed the pigs in the commune. It's easy!" Sanhuzi's wife took off the scarf around her neck and said, "Feeding pigs is easier than farming. In the summer, I cut some pig grass to feed and get some water." , they all work together, and use bran in winter.”

Sanhuzi turned to look at his brother-in-law again, "Aijun, what do you think?"

"Brother, if my sister-in-law says yes, then you can do it. Meijuan always tells me that Xu Qing is very capable and is very kind to her and my sister-in-law. He also went to school and studied in university. Logically speaking, , People who have read books have ink in their stomachs, are literate, have a long-term vision, think about things, and see problems better than ordinary people. I think people say that raising pigs is good, so it should be possible."

Fu Aijun said that he had polio as a child and his left leg was slightly lame.

Sanhuzi kept puffing on his cigarette. He was a man of his own opinions. Although he didn't study much, he didn't read too much.

It’s not what you hear others say, it’s what you hear.

He actually thought about it and felt that raising pigs could be a way to make money.

In any case, Xu Qing has opened a meat factory. If he raises pigs, he can be considered a neighbor. If you have anything, you can discuss it with Xu Qing.

The only thing that worries him is how much money can he make from raising pigs?

If it were the same as repairing a bicycle, it wouldn't be much fun.

At this time, I heard that my daughter-in-law, sister, and brother-in-law all agreed.

Sanhuzi lowered his head and stared at the cotton shoes under the edge of the kang, secretly making up his mind.

Take a gamble and win or lose in one year.

Raise pigs for a year, and if you can make money, you can keep raising them the next year. If they don't, you'll have to put them down.

After repairing bicycles for several years, he got tired of them.

Two days later, Sanhuzi, whose car repair shop was no longer open, sat in the house, closed the door and counted the savings he had saved over the years, six hundred and twenty-eight yuan.

It’s not much, but it’s much better than farming.

He knew he couldn't compare to Xu Qing, so he didn't even think about comparing.

When we first met Xu Qing, he had a pretty good relationship with Xu Damao. Xu Damao said that he had just dropped out of high school and was an apprentice. But after the Chinese New Year, he heard that he had been promoted to a full-time job, and later he was promoted to a full-time job. After that...

Sanhuzi recalled that over the years, Xu Qing worked his way up step by step. In the past few years, he took the position of factory director. Last year, he resigned to start a business, and the business was booming again. He was full of emotions.

He himself has worked hard over the years, but his luck has been unlucky.

Because of my family's background, I couldn't find a job in the city at first. I wanted to work in a factory, but no factory would accept me. I worked as a second-level dealer in Tibet for many years, set up a stall to buy braised pork for many years, and repaired bicycles for many years.

Along the way, there are bumps and bumps, and the warmth and coldness of human relationships. I have already suffered so much that I don’t want to go through it again.

But fortunately, I met a loyal friend like Xu Qing who was willing to help.

Sanhuzi looked at the savings of more than 620 yuan in his hand, put it back into the inner pocket of his cotton-padded jacket, slipped off the kang, put on his cotton-padded shoes, tied up his scarf, wrapped himself in the military coat Xu Qing gave him last year, and walked out of the house. He kicked off the bicycle frame parked at the door and pushed it out of the rented yard and towards the suburbs.

Once he has made up his mind, he will not change it.

He raised pigs, whether they were dirty or tired, he didn't care.

As long as you can make money.

Although he was still a little unsure, he was willing to give it a try based on his trust in Xu Qing.

Anyway, I haven't made much money after going around in circles all these years.

Why waste another year?

Usually Xu Qing is always asked to provide relief and help, but he can't help at all.

He has been feeling very guilty these years.

Brothers and sisters, you can't always be the one holding you back.

Besides, he didn’t want Er Mazi to look down on him!

Sanhuzi pedaled his bicycle very fast. It didn't take long to reach the suburbs. After going home to see his mother, he went to Xu Qing's meat factory.

The sky was very overcast, the clouds seemed to be pressing down, and it seemed like it was going to snow, but from early morning to afternoon, not a single snowflake fell.

The coat of the Three Tigers was wrapped around the body, and the hands wearing woolen gloves clenched the cold handlebars. As soon as they entered the meat factory, they went straight to the door of Xu Qing's office.

(End of this chapter)