"The mutton sold in the city now doesn't have this price. Yang Chen, please don't lie to us."
"That's right, a two-pound free-range chicken costs eighty yuan. Are you crazy for such a high price?"
Hearing the high price of forty yuan a pound announced by Yang Chen, the entire villagers in the village committee yard went crazy.
Even the village chief Zhao Tiechui, who was standing nearby smoking a dry pipe, was so frightened that he almost dropped the pipe in his hand and smashed it to pieces.
Facing the heated discussions of more than a hundred villagers, Yang Chen stood on the stage and smiled lightly.
For him, the purpose of purchasing local chickens in the village is to cultivate medicinal chickens, build a chicken farm with the best free-range local chickens in the village, raise more medicinal chickens, and continuously provide ingredients for Sujia Restaurant.
The Chinese medicinal materials needed to cultivate medicinal chicken are not worth a few dollars at all.
A chicken is purchased for 80 yuan, and the cost of medicinal materials and labor is 20 yuan, which is equivalent to a cost of 100 yuan.
The price Su Xueer offered was two hundred for a chicken, and the difference of one hundred was earned by Yang Chen with tears and blood.
"Mom, is he crazy?"
Seeing the calm and confident look on Yang Chen's face on the stage, Li Xiaoran frowned slightly and looked up at Jin Mei.
Jin Mei's throat was trembling, and her mind was spinning rapidly.
She had already done some calculations, and she estimated that the 100,000 she had just deposited in the card would be a waste of 30,000.
But then I thought about it, Yang Chen made all this money after all.
Jin Mei usually seems unruly and domineering, but she still knows right from wrong.
Let alone thirty thousand, even if Yang Chen needed one hundred thousand, she had no reason to refuse.
Moreover, Jin Mei believed that her uncle would not be so confused and there must be a way to make more money.
"Nonsense! My uncle must have his own reason for doing this."
"Xiaoran's father, look at how talented our uncle is. Not only does the whole village make a fortune selling chickens, but he can also make more money for our family. From now on, when I walk in the village, even if the village chief comes
I won't pay any attention to you. These days, the only thing the neighbors care about is who is richer than the other!"
"I support my uncle's decision! Don't be picky later!"
Jin Mei put her hands on her hips and looked down at Li Xiaoran, who had a complicated expression: "Xiaoran, especially you, Yang Chen is such a good man, don't be cold-faced all day long, you should care when you should care. Look.
Look at these young girls in the village who want to eat my uncle, be careful if your man is seduced by someone else! Then you won’t have a chance to cry even if you want!"
"He dares!"
Li Xiaoran subconsciously raised his head and glanced at some girls in the crowd who were just in their early twenties. Sure enough, they stared at Yang Chen on the stage with admiration and obsession. He felt uncomfortable in his heart and gritted his teeth and muttered.
"Everyone, I, Yang Chen, speak with spit and nails."
"I will ask for as many chickens as you have at home. You don't have to worry about money. The payment will be made in cash on site and I guarantee there will be no default."
"If you want to sell, come to our doorstep with your own native chickens in three days."
"Village Chief, I'm done!"
Yang Chen's voice was loud, and he didn't say much after he finished speaking, and looked directly at the stunned Zhao Tiechui.
Only then did Zhao Tiechui come back to his senses, walked over with a smile on his face, and coughed dryly: "Okay, the matter is over, let's think about it when we go back. This year, all the agricultural products in our village were sold by Yang Chen.
I believe in Yang Chen’s character! If you all want to make another profit before winter comes, bring your own chickens to Li Dashan’s house in three days, and I will be there in person."
"Yang Chen, you have agreed in front of the village chief that our ten chickens will be sent to you in three days."
"I'll take a look when I get back to see how many there are, and I'll give the money to buy my daughter a cotton-padded coat for the winter."
"Let's go and borrow chickens from my father-in-law's house. I want to sell more chickens this time!"
After listening, the villagers in the yard left the village committee in small groups, saying whatever they wanted.
But the high price of eighty yuan for a chicken has made many people jealous, and they are determined to sell it for money in three days.
After everyone in the village left the village committee, Zhao Tiechui quickly took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one and handed it to Yang Chen: "Niece, Lao Li is really lucky to have such a capable son-in-law like you.
Uncle Zhao, on behalf of the whole village, would like to thank you for what happened this time. I will be there in person in three days to organize things for you. Besides, my uncle also has a dozen chickens at home, all of them plump. I will also bring them over when the time comes."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhao."
Yang Chen took the cigarette and bared his teeth with a smile.
He is not stupid. The biggest contribution to the village's prosperity must be the village chief.
Zhao Tiechui seemed to be helping him again, but in fact he was giving himself credit.
After exchanging some fake greetings with the village chief, Yang Chen jumped off the stage and put his hands in his pockets and walked in front of Li Xiaoran's family of three: "How is it? You have to make money, are you happy?"
"fine!"
Li Xiaoran said calmly with a sullen face.
But in her heart, Yang Chen seemed to be much more attractive than before.
"Uncle, let me give you a thumbs up. Everyone in the village will be jealous this time. From now on, our family's status in Qingshan Village, I don't think anyone will dare to talk about our family Xiaoran behind his back."
Jin Mei smiled brightly and gave a thumbs up.
"Drink some tonight, drink some."
Li Dashan smiled naively and said.
"Dad, let's talk about drinking tonight. I want to ask who owns that shabby yard at the entrance of the village?"
Yang Chen changed the subject and asked.
"Broken yard? Why do you ask?"
Li Dashan was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
"You don't have half a brain. Our uncle bought all the chickens in the village, at least seven to eight hundred. Even if our family of three moved out, our yard wouldn't be able to accommodate so many chickens. My uncle asked which yard
, it looked like it was going to be a chicken farm.”
Jin Mei glared at the honest Li Dashan, walked up quickly and said with a smile: "Uncle, that yard has been abandoned for a long time. Lu Da's family used to grow vegetables. Lu Da may have been struggling when he was alive, and the life at home was so miserable.
A prosperous house, the whole village is envious of it. But since Lu Da died a few years ago, the yard has been deserted."
"Who is Lu Da?"
This was the first time Yang Chen heard this name and asked.
"No! I don't agree!"
Before Jin Mei could explain, Li Xiaoran, who was sitting in a wheelchair, turned cold and flatly refused.
"You kid, my uncle is making money for our family, why are you interrupting!"
"Besides, what are you afraid of as a widow? I understand my uncle's character!"
Jin Mei glared at Li Xiaoran who looked unhappy and cursed.
"It can't be Tian Fang's man, right?"
When Yang Chen heard about the widow, he glanced at Li Xiaoran who was breathing rapidly, and asked weakly.
Tian Fang is the only young widow in the village who can be as sensitive as Li Xiaoran.