Zhao Qingsong looked calm: "Brother Mo, do you know about pig farms?"
"Huh?" Mo Sheng was stunned. When he saw Zhao Qingsong looking at him with stern eyes, his heart skipped a beat and he nodded quickly, "I don't know what kind of pig farm it is."
Zhao Qingsong nodded and smiled: "Brother Mo, walk slowly."
After leaving the hut, Mo Sheng and Brother Yan walked out of the pig farm, and they both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Zhao Qingsong's pressure just now was too strong. If Mo Sheng didn't realize what Zhao Qingsong meant, there was no telling what Zhao Qingsong would do.
The two people quit, proving that the future success or failure of the pig farm has nothing to do with them.
Brother Yan regretted it as soon as he got the money. He looked defeated at this moment: "Mo Sheng, if we really feed those piglets for them, we won't be able to share the money."
Mo Sheng sarcastically said: "How could he survive? Look at my relative, didn't he just give it to Zhao Qingsong because he couldn't do it anymore? This kid, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, so let him do whatever he wants, let's wait and see the good show."
In the pig farm hut.
Xu Fu said angrily: "Qingsong, you have such a good temper that you give them a slap in the face. You smile like something when you are making money, and you run away as soon as something happens."
Zhao Qingsong sneered: "Let them do whatever they want. I called you here today because I have something to discuss with you."
Even though Zhao Qingsong is in charge of the pig farm, when a big problem really arises, he will inform the other brothers.
For example, regarding the difficulties they encountered this time, Zhao Qingsong told them his thoughts.
Zheng Deyang's face was solemn: "The pork in the 'free markets' next door is all made by fixed bosses. If we go there, we will inevitably have to be priced down by others."
Zhao Qingsong said: "Let's take a look at one. I'll ask first. It's okay if the price is lower. Just transfer some parts first and get through the current dilemma. But if it's too low, let's talk about it later."
Zhao Qingsong saw off the three partner brothers and went to look at the piglets in the pig pen.
Those piglets have been raised for about three months and have reached a certain size, but some sick pigs have lost weight.
"Boss Zhao." A middle-aged man wearing a whitish navy blue waistcoat in front of him, holding a pig in his arms and feeding the piglets with bamboo tubes, greeted Zhao Qingsong when he saw him.
Zhao Qingsong waved his hand, indicating for him to continue feeding.
The pigs that were force-fed probably made sharp pig noises because the bamboo tube was stabbed into their throats.
The master fed the pig, put the piglet on the ground, patted the pig's butt, and the piglet "hummed" and walked away.
"Master Zheng, how are you these days?"
The one who force-fed the pigs just now was Master Zheng.
Master Zheng refilled the empty bamboo tube with pig food and said: "After the injection, my condition is a little better, but I don't like to eat very much. I have to be fed before I can eat. I need another injection to see. Zhao
Boss, when will the second batch of needles arrive?"
Zhao Qingsong squatted down, touched the piglets in the cage that had not yet been force-fed, and said, "Soon."
He walked around the pig pen, looking at the sick pigs first, and finally the big pigs that were almost ready for slaughter.
I was thinking about the pig farm.
The piglet was anorexic and could not wait for the injection. Zhao Qingsong went to several nearby "free markets" the next day.
This pig disease is not only found in Zhao Qingsong's pig farm, but also in other pig farms.
But for pigs in other pig farms, it may be because there are more large pigs and not so many small pigs, so the situation is not so serious.
The amount of pork they supply to their 'free market' every day has little impact.
This leads to the fact that the pork dealers over there do not need excess pork sources.
Zhao Qingsong traveled to several places with the same result.
There was a "free market" boss who said he could help Zhao Qingsong absorb part of it, but he lowered most of the price.
If you have no money to make, you have to pay back the money, and you still need Zhao Qingsong to find a way to deliver the pork.
Zhao Qingsong's heart sank, and he asked a few words, but the man still seemed to be indifferent, so he declined with a wry smile.
The other party lowered the price too low. Zhao Qingsong walked out, looked up at the gray sky, and covered his eyes with his hands.
When I opened my eyes again, there was a trace of exhaustion in them, but they were full of unwillingness to admit defeat.
He rubbed his face vigorously, cheered up, and drove the bullock cart back home.
It was almost November and the weather was freezing. Li Rong had already put on her coat.
Zhao Qingsong's mood was still tense today, and Li Rong could sense that the matter had not been resolved yet.
Chicken soup was simmering in the pot, and Li Rong also made shredded chicken noodles for Zhao Qingsong. The man was tired from carrying the wind and rain outside, and Li Rong wanted to make him more comfortable at home.
The food you make should be as delicious as possible.
As the night passed, the temperature dropped again.
When Zhao Qingsong stood up, a chill penetrated the bed. Li Rong shivered and shrank into the bed. When she woke up, she didn't want to open her eyes.
When the man helped Li Rong cover the bed tightly, Li Rong asked in a buzzing voice: "What time is it?"
Zhao Qingsong touched the watch she placed on the bedside and looked at the hands in the dim light: "It's almost six o'clock. It's still early. You can sleep a little longer."
Zhao Qingsong went further today to see that the situation was still the same as before.
Either he doesn't need Zhao Qingsong's pork, or he's taking the opportunity to lower the price.
He thought of all the ways he could think of. His previous connections, including those brothers in the city and some who were cadres, also bought pork in fixed quantities.
It won't increase all at once.
Who can eat a lot of pork at once?
Zhao Qingsong was a little depressed and drove the bullock cart home.
At home, Li Rong was making clothes on a sewing machine.
The cotton cloth bought by Mother Li in the capital was specially entrusted to her to make clothes for the child in her belly.
The due date was in the spring, so Li Rong didn't need to make thick clothes, but only made some thin long-sleeved clothes.
When Zhao Qingsong returned home, she happened to find a pair of pants. When she heard the noise and knew that Zhao Qingsong was back, she lifted her waist and got up to go out.
"How are you today?" Li Rong asked.
Zhao Qingsong took a sip of hot water and shook his head: "I will go to the pig farm later. What will we eat tomorrow? I will ask the pig butcher to stay."
Just as Li Rong was about to speak, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard, and Song Xiaoshan's voice came at the same time: "Brother Song, Brother Song, are you at home?"
"Here we come." Zhao Qingsong responded outside, patted Li Rong and went out to open the door.
Song Xiaoshan followed him in and asked: "Brother Song, what have you been busy with during this time? You always see no one."
"Business about something," Zhao Qingsong sat on the stool, "What's the matter? I'm looking for your brother."
Song Xiaoshan laughed: "Didn't you do that sausage business last year? The bosses were wondering why you didn't do it this year and were waiting to buy it. Why don't you ask me to ask?"
Zhao Qingsong said without thinking: "Your sister-in-law is pregnant. I don't want her to be busy with work. She feels uncomfortable with the smell of meat, so she simply won't do it."
"Brother Song, you really dote on your wife," Song Xiaoshan gave a thumbs up, smiled, and then his face drooped again.