Logically speaking, Song Xiaoshan should be at the pig farm now. Zhao Qingsong wondered: "The pig farm won't deliver pork today?"
Song Xiaoshan groaned, and after a while, he whispered: "Brother, I don't work on the pig farm anymore."
This is not right. Regardless of how steady Song Xiaoshan is in front of others, he will always be like a younger brother in front of Zhao Qingsong. He wants to tell Zhao Qingsong everything, and he is so talkative.
It's too quiet now.
Zhao Qingsong was stunned: "What happened at home?"
"It's nothing." Song Xiaoshan cast a vague look.
Zhao Qingsong narrowed his eyes and kicked Song Xiaoshan: "What's going on?"
Song Xiaoshan wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Brother, did you know that the pig farm got a tractor?"
"I know." It was Zhao Qingsong who brought up this matter. The tractor pulls faster than the ox-cart and has more capacity. It only eats oil, unlike the cow, which has to be fed.
Song Xiaoshan gave the cow a whip. This cow was the same one he had before. It was very old and sometimes walked slowly. Song Xiaoshan was usually reluctant to whip the cow, but today he couldn't help but give it a whip. He said: "Boss Song
He said I couldn't drive a tractor and there was no suitable position for me in the pig farm. He said he would give me thirty yuan as compensation. I knew he didn't want me to work there anymore, so I left."
"How long has this been going on? Why didn't you tell me?" Zhao Qingsong was not very happy.
"It's been a while, and I told him at that time that I could learn to drive a tractor," Song Xiaoshan suddenly said harshly, "later I found out, why did he think I couldn't drive a tractor? He wanted to show him off.
Brother, I arranged to come in. Brother, I don’t want to tell you about this, but now that I have, I don’t need your help to regain face, so I can just leave. Now I can take on private work and make money.”
When Zhao Qingsong arranged for Song Xiaoshan to come in, Song Xianping didn't know that they had a close relationship. He only knew that Zhao Qingsong had found this person.
Song Xiaoshan did not deliberately act like he was familiar with Zhao Qingsong at the pig farm, and others did not know about their relationship.
The job of transporting pork is difficult or easy, but there is a lot of time to be lazy. You have to haul things out every day, and no one else knows what you are doing in the meantime.
This job was particularly suitable for Song Xianping's lazy cousin. He arranged for his cousin to come in and fired him on the grounds that Song Xiaoshan couldn't drive a tractor.
Zhao Qingsong was silent. This was not the first time that Song Xianping had done something like this. There were many people in the pig farm who were related to Song Xianping.
However, since the operation of the pig farm has been normal, since Zhao Qingsong has given up the management rights and becomes a shareholder who only receives dividends, he cannot interfere so much.
But now it was Song Xiaoshan's turn, and Zhao Qingsong felt uncomfortable.
He regarded Song Xiaoshan as a biological brother. Song Xianping took care of his cousin, so he could no longer take care of his own brother.
But at this moment, he couldn't immediately go back to the pig farm and ask Song Xianping to fire his cousin, and then arrange for Song Xiaoshan to go back. This was impossible.
"How is his cousin?" Zhao Qingsong asked.
"I've heard about it, but I'm lazy as hell and also likes to drink and gamble," Song Xiaoshan said angrily, "Such a person might have been greedy for a lot of pork money!"
Those who delivered pork had to keep accounts and collect money. Song Xiaoshan used to do this job. He knew that there was a lot of oil and water in it, but he didn't bother to greedy the money for fear of losing face to Zhao Qingsong.
"Is that so?" Zhao Qingsong suddenly changed the subject, "Xiaoshan, are you getting old now?"
Song Xiaoshan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Zhao Qingsong would change the topic so quickly. He quickly replied: "Isn't that right? I've been using it for many years, old man."
"Will you still do delivery work in the future?"
"That's definitely what you have to do. It's a job that doesn't use your brain. It's business. My wife said that if I go out like this, I'll be cheated out of my underwear."
"When this cow retires, you won't plan to buy a new cow to pull the cart, right?"
Song Xiaoshan said, he hadn't thought that much yet: "But if I don't buy cattle, how can I deliver the goods?"
"You should also learn how to use a tractor!" Zhao Qingsong said. He looked at Song Xiaoshan's blank expression and added, "I'm not asking you to go back to pulling pork. If you get a tractor, you can pull more goods faster in the future. Now,
Many people use tractors to pull goods. If you build one, you will get less and less business in the future."
Song Xiaoshan didn't think so long term, he only knew that he had work to do for now.
It was only after Zhao Qingsong made him realize that the delivery orders they were pulling with the oxcart were getting fewer and fewer.
Tractors can pull a lot of things, and they can make money even if they charge less. But people who pull bullock carts move slowly, and the weight of the things they pull each time is limited. In order to make money, they can only charge high prices for less things.
Song Xiaoshan thought he had figured it out, but some time ago, his own mother fell ill and spent a lot of money. His wife is now pregnant again. In the future, the family will have more money to spend, so he does not dare to be careless.
Spend money.
Buying a tractor is not cheap, and he has to spend money to find someone to learn how to do it.
"Short of money?" Zhao Qingsong guessed it when he saw the excited but embarrassed look on his face.
Song Xiaoshan nodded.
"It's so confusing. I'll pay for it. You go learn it first and then talk about it."
"You can't have this," Song Xiaoshan quickly refused. Zhao Qingsong had never started selling pear trees in the past few years. He didn't know how much money he paid to enter. Song Xiaoshan didn't understand very well, but he also knew that it was not that simple. He and Zhao
Qingsong went to buy fertilizer, and every time it cost a lot of money.
Song Xiaoshan was silent for a moment and said: "Brother, I know, I will make arrangements when I have time."
After pulling the fertilizer back, Zhao Qingsong asked the workers to finish unloading the goods, and then he went to the pig farm.
The workers are villagers Zhao Qingsong recruited from nearby, both from his own village and from other villages.
Many of those villagers had worked for Zhao Qingsong from the beginning. As time went by, they saw that Zhao Qingsong's trees ate so much fertilizer every year. Apart from growing in size, they did not see any results. Even if they did, they were only a few.
.
What's the use?
However, Zhao Qingsong gave him the salary to start the work, and he only worked for a few days at a time to get paid. They were very happy and didn't care so much.
Some of them worked for Zhao Qingsong and got paid while waiting to watch the show.
Zhao Qingsong didn't care what they thought. When he came to the pig farm, he didn't immediately go to the office to find Song Xianping. Instead, he went to the pig pen to see.
In the distance, Zhao Qingsong heard a careless voice, as if commanding: "Hurry up, get this here, his grandma's dead pig will stew you first tonight..."
The voice was quite unfamiliar, but Zhao Qingsong didn't stay in the pig farm all year round. He didn't pay much attention to the uncomfortable voice. He walked straight in and saw a man wearing a white shirt and oily hair standing on the tractor, giving instructions.
With.
There are all working men in the pig farm, and few people dress up like this.
It looks a little funny.
They were driving the pigs onto the tractor.
The pig farm has expanded a lot in the past few years, and the pork business must be sent elsewhere. Otherwise, how much can this small county town eat?
Pigs sent to other places do not need to be killed. Instead, they are sent one day in advance to be killed by others.
It is equivalent to the pig farm supplying them.
Zhao Qingsong watched silently for a while. The oily male protagonist had a geographical advantage and everyone was herding pigs. When he saw Zhao Qingsong standing next to him, he shouted to him: "Hey! What are you doing here? Come and help.
Work, are you lazy? Be careful, I will tell my cousin!"