"Two hundred taels is too expensive, I only offer one hundred taels." Yang Fan said with an expression that if you don't sell this crap, just forget it.
"Sir, this mountain of slag has been accumulated since the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. I don't know how much there is. How much iron do you think there is in it? Two hundred taels is not expensive."
"I can pick out a few pieces of iron there. I'm going to look for some refugees who have fled the famine and start a small business. It's just one hundred taels. I won't give out an extra copper coin." Yang Fan did not give in.
It turned out that this was the idea, this guy is quite cunning. The refugees don’t need to be paid, just take care of the food.
You can think of it, but others can't think of it. Some people have tried it before, but now there is a severe drought for three years, and one acre of land cannot be harvested three buckets of rice. Food is so expensive that the refugees will eat you to death, you bastard.
Humph, the more refugees we find, the more compensation we will have to pay. I will still pay you to death.
"Okay, one hundred taels is one hundred taels." The fat shopkeeper rummaged under the counter for a while and took out a set of paperwork.
"After you sign and pay the money, the mountain of land is yours."
Yang Fan glanced at the fat shopkeeper. It seemed that there were many people with Tushan's ideas in mind. The contracts were all ready-made.
Yang Fan didn't hesitate and just handed over the money and signed.
On the way back, Zhao Fu endured it for a long time, with a constipated expression on his face.
"Just say what you want to say, it depends on how you hold it in"
"Master, you really shouldn't buy that mountain of dirt. Although you see a lot of people picking up ore, it's really not worth the labor. Do you think that mountain of dirt has been there for how many years? If it could make money, someone would have bought it."
"I know what you mean. They don't make money because they don't have a good way to sort out the fine iron sand. As long as there is a way, it will be very high-quality ore sand."
"Think about it, how much manpower it takes to open a mine. Even the explosion method requires a lot of people to chop down trees and fetch cold water."
"The ore has to be carried out by people, and it has to be crushed over and over again, and the ore is manually selected. This is not all the cost. The mountains of soil have been processed, but it is because the ore and sand are too small to be mixed together and cannot be sorted.
Throw away. If we could pick them out, how much cost would we save? It would be almost nothing."
Zhao Fu said anxiously: "Even if you pick it up for free, manpower is still a cost. Mineral processing is a very arduous job. You can't do it without enough food. Food is so expensive now. Even if the master recruits refugees, just feeding them will cost a lot of money."
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"You don't have to worry about this, I have a way." Yang Fan has already thought of a way.
He used to send money to Qin Xiaoyu and went to the cafeteria of Yanda. There was a lot of waste in the cafeteria in the university.
There are usually large buckets in the kitchen to hold the dumped food. A university has many canteens. After all, tens of thousands of people eat three meals a day.
These leftovers are called kitchen waste and are a long-standing problem in garbage disposal.
Many restaurants also produce a large amount of garbage every day. This garbage must be transported away. There is really no place to put it, so it must be cleaned every day.
In the 1980s, farmers even went to the city to take away this garbage and feed it to pigs. This kind of garbage could also be sold for some money and generate income for restaurants.
After the 1990s, feed was used to feed pigs, and it became completely garbage. Now, in order to remove this garbage, restaurants have to pay a large amount of transportation and municipal treatment costs.
This garbage contains a lot of fat, salt, spices, and even muscles, bones and meat. These things were very rare in this late Ming Dynasty.
I can't even feel full, and I crave fat, salt, spices, and meat.
Even the grains are steamed buns, rice, and flour. In this era, those were fine grains that only gentlemen could eat.
In the past few years, there have been continuous droughts, and refugees have flocked to Zunhua in search of survival. Half of them will die of cold and starvation in winter. Having food waste to eat is definitely not an insult to them.
As for whether the food will go rancid, cause diarrhea, etc., this problem is very easy to solve. In spring, autumn and winter, it should be cleaned and transported twice a day and it should not spoil.
In summer, you can sprinkle edible preservatives in the bucket to prevent it from spoiling.
Yang Fan made up his mind. He went back and opened a food waste treatment technology company. Let's call it a technology company. Maybe he could get some technology subsidies or something.
Garbage removal and processing itself can be profitable. Besides, it will be eaten by the homeless until the end of the Ming Dynasty. There is no processing cost. There is only a certain cost in collection and transportation.
The government seems to provide subsidies for garbage disposal, which is another source of income.
Thinking of this, Yang Fan burst out laughing proudly. In Zhang Gaida's words, Naigong was really smart.
"Sir, do you have any way to process minerals in the wasteland?" Fu Laoliu saw that the master was happy and asked immediately.
"What properties do you think iron has?" Yang Fan said.
"Iron? It's hard, sharp, and heavy," Zhao Fu replied.
"Idiot, none of them. Iron is magnetic. Just use a magnet." Yang Fan said, hating the fact that iron cannot become steel. "When the magnet attracts it, it will absorb the iron sand and dust in the sand. This is called magnetic separation. Do you understand?"
"Master is wise"
"Master is too tall"
The two of them suddenly realized that they were flattering each other. However, they murmured in their hearts that magnets are not easy to find. Where can they get so many magnets?
Yang Fan had no time to pay attention to them and began to think deeply again.
The next day, Yang Fan put on his clothes again, went straight to the accounting company, bought a ready-made shell company, and then told the accounting company to increase the scope of garbage disposal business.
Then he rushed directly to the canteen of Yanjing University. The last time he came to give Qin Xiaoyu money, he was waiting for Qin Xiaoyu in the canteen. Fatty Wu, who contracted the canteen, was a fellow villager of the two of them and knew him.
At noon, I took Fatty Wu to the hotel and opened a private room. I served him two bottles of Maotai. He drank Fatty Wu until he was dizzy. He patted his chest and promised that from now on, all the garbage in the fifteen canteens of Yanda would be contracted to Yang Fan.
Fatty Wu is actually a nice person. He came from the countryside. He spent twenty years in the imperial capital before he became what he is today.
As someone who has experienced this, the matters involving Yang Fan and Qin Xiaoyu cannot be hidden from his eyes.
Fatty Wu's tongue was a little hard to use after drinking.
"Brother, brother, I have something I don't know whether to say or not."
"Angkor, tell me, is there anything you shouldn't talk about?"
"Brother, lick, lick the dog, lick the dog, lick until the end, there will be nothing left."
With just one sentence, Yang Fan's eye circles turned red. The man shed tears easily, but he didn't feel sad yet.
"Old, as the old saying goes," Fatty Wu said, "If a man has no wife, he will only live in poverty."
"Drink, drink too much, and talk too much, let's go, let's go." Fatty Wu staggered out of the hotel.
He turned around and patted Yang Fan on the shoulder and said: "They are all from our hometown. Do your best, brother is gone."
Watching Fatty Wu leave, Yang Fan sighed deeply.
I hope Qin Xiaoyu can take care of himself.
In the female dormitory of the Chinese Department of Yenching University, a group of freshmen who had just entered the school were having a fight in the dormitory.
A girl with short ear-length hair and a face dressed like soup noodles opened the door and walked in.
"You guys just know how to make trouble. Didn't you agree that we would find part-time jobs together? You all just talk the talk but don't practice."