You have to wait a while to eat mullet roe, which is very laborious to make, it has to be salted and pressed with something to press out more water, and then it has to be hung up in the wind and sun.

However, the temperature is low, the light is weak, and the humidity in the air is low, so it is indeed suitable for drying things.

Yang Shubao dried some beef jerky and dried fruits, he has given up the idea of drying dried fruits to sell for money, at least he won't do this work himself, too tired, too inefficient, and the money earned is completely hard money.

More than 2,000 catties of mullet were fished up in one go, Yang Shubao loaded them in a pickup truck, sprinkled a lot of ice cubes in it, and then took the dried fruits he dried to the Sangren Farm.

The originally neat and clean farm is now messy, and the San people are stumbling in it, and many people are drunk and dizzy in the daytime.

Yang Shubao has nothing to say about this, poor people must have something to hate, and the words of the ancestor are really good.

However, the San people respected him very much, and when they saw him driving in, a large group of children waved their arms and ran after the car, shouting in broken Chinese behind: "Zhong Guo's bowl is broken!"

Yang Shubao poked his head out of the car window and shouted, "I'm not a tourist, I don't have a gift!"

The children giggled, changed their mouths and began to shout: "Yang bowl is broken!

Yang Shubao also smiled helplessly, he took out a large bag of dried fruits he brought, and each person gave a handful of dried fruits.

A child chewed dried fruit and asked, "Uncle Yang, is there any toffee?"

Yang Shubao said: "Yes, there is milk candy, and the dried fruits brought by Uncle Yang are scarce, this is a very precious food, is it delicious?"

The child grinned, "It's delicious, but it's not as delicious as toffee, it's too sour." ”

The San people have a very low tolerance for sourness, which may be related to the fact that they do not have access to sour-smelling things in most cases, after all, they normally live in desert areas where there are not many fruits.

Kurutantan and Harakatantan were talking about something, and when they saw him get out of the car, they waved at him happily.

Yang Shubao walked all the way over, and the surrounding Sang people all smiled kindly at him, and they were still very grateful to Lao Yang, thanks to the propaganda of the tribal chiefs and elders, they greatly praised Yang Shubao for everything that Yang Shubao did for the Sang people, and the Sang people were not a nation that did not know gratitude, and they were grateful to him.

It's much better than the blacks in the slums.

After walking in front of the two, Yang Shubao handed them some dried fruits and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Harakatantan clapped his right hand on his chest and bowed to him slightly, then said, "We're talking about re-pulling the wires, and now that we have some money, we should bring the electricity back." ”

Kurutantan ate a strip of dried mango and nodded: "The taste is amazing, the mango flavor is incomparable, and the sweetness is also very strong, is this what you made yourself? I bet tourists will love this dried fruit." ”

That's the professional eye.

Kurutantan still has a clear understanding of the outside world, and he can see its economic value from a piece of dried fruit at once.

Therefore, the decision of the Sang tribe to make him the chief in the future is correct, and Yang Shubao estimates that Kurutantan will be able to lead the tribe forward a lot after coming to power, and a qualitative transformation is inevitable.

Yang Shubao said: "It's true that I made it myself, but I don't plan to sell it to tourists, you don't know, it takes time and energy to dry this thing, and I don't have that much time and energy." ”

Kurutantan smiled, "What our people have is time and energy. ”

Yang Shubao also thought about this, and he shook his head regretfully and said: "There is no suitable place in the reserve to accommodate your people to work, that is to say, I have no place to dry a large number of dried fruits there." ”

Kurutantan stretched out his hand and scratched hard to the left and right, and said, "We have it on our territory." ”

Harakatantan also reacted, he said: "Mr. Yang, let my people go to your orchard to pick fruits, and then dry the dried fruits here, it just so happens that many tourists come to our tribe every day, and we can sell them directly in the tribe." ”

Yang Shubao said euphemistically: "Maybe you can dry the dried fruits in your tribe, but as for the sales location, you should choose my reserve or the intersection." ”

The farm was now littered with excrement, and he was a little convinced of hygiene.

Tourists are more likely to come here to see the way of life of South Africa's most primitive tribes, and they don't even want to eat here.

Kurutantan said: "Then in our tribe to dry the dried fruit, we go to pick the fruit, we come to dry the dried fruit, you only need to provide the fruit and be responsible for the sale, and then we receive fifty or five cents, how about it?"

Yang Shubao laughed and said, "Man, you are really a clever ghost, I provide the raw materials, I am responsible for the sales, and then I can only get half of the income?"

Kurutan said frankly: "Yang, you don't actually have any attachment to these incomes, otherwise how could you refuse this way to make a fortune? But our tribe has a hard time, and there are too many places where we need money, so please help us in this matter." ”

Uncle Yang Bao Nunu said: "Since you say so, it would be too boring if I didn't help, drying a thousand catties of fruit every day, let's try it?"

"Try it, I bet it will. Kurutan said happily.

A thousand catties of fruit is not a small amount, but it is a drop in the bucket for a huge orchard that has now expanded to fifteen square kilometers.

To be honest, Lao Yang doesn't really want to cooperate with the Sang people.

He is willing to pay some money to sponsor the Sangren, but the cooperation is not very reliable, and he is afraid that this group of people will pull his hips.

Dried fruits and preserved fruits are food, and this thing must be hygienic, and once there is a problem with hygiene and food poisoning, his reserve will encounter a lot of trouble.

But the San people do need a lasting and long-term income to support the development of the tribe, and drying dried fruits is really a good way.

If they can ensure hygiene, Yang Shubao is willing to cooperate with them, there are too many fruits in the orchard, animals can't eat them, and they can't sell a lot of them just on the street, resulting in a lot of rotting and wasting fruits.

It's not the same when converted into dried fruits, this thing is easy to store, the price is high, and the profit is great.

He said to Kurutantan: "We need to plan this matter, now, you can arrange a few people to unload the car, I have brought you a cart of fish, all fresh fish, you can stew soup or grill it." ”

There were already dozens of mulberry people gathered around the pickup truck, and a few teenagers got the mullet that was tumbling around for research.

Seeing Yang Shubao and Kurutantan and others coming, the teenagers put the fish back and ran quickly.

Kurutantan beckoned: "Don't run, go and unload the fish, and divide it into two parts, one part we will eat today, and one part will be dried in the sun, and we will eat it later when there is a shortage of food." ”

As soon as they heard this, many Sang people immediately smiled.

Seeing this, Yang Shubao is still very sad, this race has not solved the problem of having enough to eat, there are not a few fat people in the whole tribe, and a few fat people are still the cause of edema.

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