It started to rain gradually at the end of autumn, and it became colder every time.
It's winter.
After the first three months of pregnancy, Li Rong and Zhao Qingsong couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
She hasn't cooked braised food in almost three months. Li Rong has been idle for such a long time. If she hadn't cooked every day, she would have become moldy.
Zhao Qingsong was busy with the piglets, so it was just right that Li Rong didn't make braised pork.
The pig farm has to kill pigs and sell the pork to make money. When Zhao Qingsong first took over the pig farm, he bought several batches of piglets. Now the pig farm can only make money.
As winter approached, Piggy fell ill again.
There are hundreds of piglets, and most of them are sick.
The original money from selling big pigs every day can just support the expenses of the pig farm.
At this time, the piglets fell ill, which made the pig farm even more difficult to make ends meet.
Even if you have raised pigs for several months, you can’t just say you don’t want them.
Zhao Qingsong gritted his teeth, knowing how to do business smoothly. If he flinched from this difficulty, he might as well stop doing anything.
Injections and potions were given, and the food for the sick piglets became more delicate.
Money flows like water.
Pig farms inevitably have financial problems.
Zhao Qingsong was so worried that he thought about it. If he threw in all the money he had saved at home, he could still save it, but he didn't want to touch that money.
Li Rong's belly is getting bigger, and she will have to spend money on a lot of things in the future. She can't touch the family's money at all.
Zhao Qingsong sat down with several brothers who were partners to discuss a solution.
A brother who is a partner said: "If I don't throw away all the piglets, even if the diseased pigs are cured, I don't know whether they can be raised well. The pigs will not reach the weight at the end of the year, and the feed will be in vain."
Zhao Qingsong pursed his lips and said nothing.
After a while, he said: "This piglet is not only ours, but also raised by the brothers on the pig farm. It is so heartbreaking to throw it away. Moreover, the disease is not that serious. It will be fine if we get over it."
I called everyone here just to see what they can do."
"Old Zhao," said a tall, strong young man in his thirties with a similarly sad look on his face, "I don't want to give up either."
He is one of Zhao Qingsong's partners, his name is Zheng Deyang, and he met Zhao Qingsong in the army, much earlier than he retired.
After so many years of saving money, Zheng Deyang heard that Zhao Qingsong was going to start a pig farm. Because he believed in Zhao Qingsong's vision and ability, he invested in it without saying a word.
All the wealth is tied up here.
He doesn't want to work in vain, but if the current trend continues, it is very likely that his money will be wasted.
This batch of piglets is the harvest at the end of the year. Now that the piglets are not growing well, the money from the big pig will be used to treat the little pigs and pay the wages of the workers. How much money will there be for one cent?
He put out the cigarette butt in his hand: "You called everyone here today, tell me everything, do you have any ideas? Just tell me, don't let your brother go."
Zhao Qingsong said: "I thought about it, and if I don't give up the piglet, there are only two ways."
Several people looked at him sharply.
Zhao Qingsong said: "I did the math, and if everyone comes out with 1,800 yuan, they can get through it."
"Thousand, eight hundred?" Another partner, Mo Sheng, was unhappy, "You said it is easy, but do you think anyone can come up with one thousand, eight hundred now? I'd say let's break up as soon as possible. Maybe it's not good.
You can also lose less."
Over the past few months, everyone has made some money from the big pig dividends.
When Zhao Qingsong heard that he was about to call the group to break up at will, he said with anger in his heart: "Old Mo, the group is broken up, what will happen to the brothers below?"
The conversation between the two was very explosive.
No one spoke in the room for a while.
The elder Zheng Deyang has suffered a lot, but he actually doesn't want to give up. This pig farm is very profitable, but due to climate problems this year, pigs are prone to illness.
Otherwise, the previous boss wouldn't have transferred.
Zheng Deyang smoothed things over and said, "Don't be angry, you two. We are all brothers. What can't we talk about if we have anything to say? Lao Zhao, please try the second way."
Zhao Qingsong pursed his lower lip: "Sell half of the big pigs and you can make a profit."
The pig farm still has many large pigs that can be sold for slaughter. A dozen large pigs can be produced every day, but only a dozen. The surrounding "free market" can digest that many every day.
Where can I find a place to sell pork now?
Those who can eat a large amount of pork at the same time are in large units, and several people don't have that kind of relationship.
If you go further afield and go to the "free market" in other places, you may be able to sell more, but the "free market" has certain rules, and you have your own source of pork there.
It is a bad rule to suddenly go over and occupy a share.
It will definitely offend people.
Before a plan could be discussed, several people went back to their respective homes.
Zhao Qingsong ate less food tonight, and people were relatively silent.
Li Rong had discovered that he was in trouble a few days ago, but she never asked him because she thought he could solve it himself.
Unexpectedly, until today, Zhao Qingsong couldn't hide the sadness on his face.
It was cold, and although the kang had not been heated yet, they were all covered with thick quilts, and the quilts were equally thick. At night, the two of them lay under the same quilt.
Zhao Qingsong had a sullen face, but he stroked Li Rong's belly as usual before going to bed. The bulging curve was his unborn child.
It was as if he felt new life through his belly, and Zhao Qingsong's wrinkled eyebrows relaxed a lot.
Li Rong turned sideways and asked Zhao Qingsong: "Did something happen to the pig farm? You've always looked sad lately."
"It's a small thing, but it's not a big problem. It can be solved."
Li Rong asked: "Is it almost solved now?"
"Not yet." Zhao Qingsong said honestly.
"Is it very difficult?" Li Rong squeezed his hand, a little worried, "What is it? Tell me. It would be best if I can help. If not, you can share some of the burden with me.
mental stress."
Zhao Qingsong hugged Li Rong into his arms, and the slightly emerging stubble rubbed Li Rong's neck: "The piglets bought by the pig farm a while ago are sick, and now the income cannot make ends meet. These pigs have been raised for several months.
We expect them to make money at the end of the year, so it’s impossible to give up. Now it’s a lack of money.”
"How much is missing?" Li Rong gestured to get up.
Zhao Qingsong grabbed her: "What do you want to do?"
"I'll go see how much money is left. You can use it first."
"No need," Zhao Qingsong was touched and Li Rong wanted to take out the family's money without asking. However, he said, "I won't do anything at home for now. I'll think of a way to sell more big pigs so that I can make money.
Tomorrow I'll go to the boss of the 'Free Market' next door to see if I can approve some pigs to go to them."
"Ah? The price must have been suppressed, and you can't sell it at a good price."
Yes, if you go to other people's territory, you will definitely have to make a lot of profits.
Moreover, it is far away there, so how to get there without being caught by the militiamen is also a problem.