Chapter Seventy-Two: Cow Dung Emergency

Zhang Fan went to the town once to "pull back" the fruit tree seedlings. Everyone didn't doubt it, but felt that Zhang Fan's work seemed unreliable, but he was well prepared, did what he said, and never procrastinated, which was also appreciated by the old village chief and others.

However, the uncle told Zhang Fan that the family's farm fertilizer could not keep up at all.

"Our family doesn't raise pigs and cows, so we rely on chickens and ducks to dig out how much manure?" Not only did my nephew grow fruits without the supply of farm fertilizer, but the same was true for vegetable ploughing.

If it were the old days, you would be able to find someone to help you in the village.

But nowadays, everyone treats the cow dung at home as if it were a treasure, and who can lend it to you? For a while, the Zhang family's farming was in trouble.

The eldest aunt also sighed, it was the first time she had heard that cow dung in the countryside was not enough. They have been in the Zhang family for so long, so they naturally understand how big the Zhang Fan family's industry is.

"Our home is far away, otherwise we can use it first. The eldest aunt said.

Anyway, there is a surplus of farm manure in the family every year, and sometimes they are worried about cleaning up livestock manure, not only her family, but their village is the same, which family is not excessive?

"I think you can go to my aunt's village to pull it. We don't take advantage of others either, and buy them with money. A tractor for 1,000 yuan, there will always be someone to sell it, right?" Zhang Fan said again.

He was also forced to be helpless, and paid for dung, which is indeed a bit ridiculous in the countryside.

"One thousand cars?" the second aunt was surprised.

At this price, everyone must be rushing to sell, and it is completely turning waste into treasure.

Zhang Fan nodded: "It's best for us to act quickly, and when the villagers find that their farm fertilizer is not enough, then the farm fertilizer in the nearby villages will be swept away, and there will be no such cheap pickup." ”

After all, a tractor farm manure is actually not too much, and it can be credited with 1,000 yuan, which can be exchanged for rice, which is almost 1,000 catties.

"Isn't it a little expensive?" even the uncle was distressed, after all, it was all fermented with manure and some grass.

"It's not expensive, uncle, you'd better go with your aunt and sign an agreement with the villagers in their village to contract the farm fertilizer in their village. ”

Only in this way will their family have a stable supply of farm fertilizer. It's not just my aunt's village, it's best to find one or two more villages, after all, their family has a big planting industry, and it will even expand in the future. Especially for the cultivation of vegetables, if you plant it several times a year, you need to know how much farm fertilizer you need.

Uncle Zhang Liye gritted his teeth and nodded, he finally understood the truth that if a small fortune is not out, a big fortune will not enter.

The nephew has been back in his hometown for so long, and he has always invested a lot in exchange for huge profits. He now really regards the cultivation of vegetables as a career struggle, and he can't be too petty.

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow morning and contract all the farm fertilizer in Yangyizhuang. Uncle said firmly.

Yang Yizhuang is said to have been founded by a man named Yang Yi, their village is very pure, except for the woman who married in, everyone else is surnamed Yang, and it is one of the oldest villages in Huangshi Town. However, their standard of living can only be regarded as low among the residents of the town.

On this day, the old farmer walked around with a dog, looking at the Zhuangzi year by year, sad!

The old owner of the village is the village chief, and everyone respectfully calls him the owner of the village, but he is too old, not only the villagers of their village, but also the people of other villages respect him. People who live a long life tend to be easily respected.

Two or three hundred years ago, during the Qing Dynasty, Yangyizhuang was the richest village in the town, and today it has fallen to this point.

Zhang Liye took the gift and visited his father-in-law's house first, and talked about the recent events.

Aunt Zhang Fan didn't follow back to her parents' house, and there were many things at home, so she couldn't leave. Originally, Zhang Fan asked his aunt to go back for a walk, and it was okay to leave the vegetable field for a day or two, but the aunt just didn't feel at ease.

"Thanks to your help, the ground will start in a few days. When the time comes, bring Xiaofan and the girl back for a meal. The old man said to Zhang Liye.

The changes in the Zhang family made him feel a lot, and sure enough, it was feng shui in turn.

At the beginning, his daughter married Zhang Liye, but he didn't agree much, thinking that Zhangjiazhai was poor, especially Zhang Liye's family, which was not prosperous, and it was not like a blessed family.

"No problem! Farm manure ......"

The old man waved his hand: "Little things, boss, they still have to rely on you, give them a chance to make money, or is it their turn not to do it?" ”

It was also Zhang Fan's idea, knowing that the uncle was not the material for business. So, he came up with an idea to simply ask his aunt, eldest brother and second brother to help.

Anyway, their family is buying at the price of 1,000 yuan a car, and the two of you can "get the goods" from your own village a little cheaper and earn the middle price, which can be said to be cheap for your own people.

My husband is not a stupid person, and the price of a tractor of 1,000 yuan is very high. In their village, 500 yuan a car, everyone rushes to sell, and the profit in the middle is still big!

Zhang Fan's eldest uncle and second uncle are naturally excited, which is obviously much better than plowing and farming at home.

The old man said to his two sons: "We can't bully the people in our village too much, the price can't be too low, and others gossip." It's not good to lose your reputation in order to make some money. ”

is still as clear as a mirror and sees things thoroughly.

"Dad is right, Xiao Fan said the same thing. The eldest brother and the second brother had better act quickly and get the right to purchase farm fertilizer in your own village and several villages near Zhangjiazhai. In the future, Zhangjiazhai farmhouse fertilizer will be in short supply, and not only my family, but other families will also go to sell it and specialize in this business. Zhang Liye expressed his nephew's original words.

This is a big business, which is equivalent to holding the supply channels of Zhangjiazhai farmhouse fertilizer in the future, so as not to worry about making a fortune.

"It's still Xiaofan's brains! Okay, our two brothers have covered this matter. Uncle said expectantly.

With the help of my brother-in-law, I don't have to worry about the capital investment in the early stage. Now Zhang Liye is also a big sum, and the funds that he can't use for the time being are not good to help his own people?

After talking about the farm's fertilizer, Zhang Liye wanted to go back early, but he was pulled by his mother-in-law and was not allowed to leave, and he had to eat before he could go back.

After the meal, Zhang Liye was sent away, and Zhang Fan's uncle went to the owner of the village to talk about this matter, if there was the support of the owner, the farm fertilizer in his village would not fall into the hands of others in the future.

Other villages, they don't dare to guarantee it. Zhang Fan made it clear that in the future, outsiders will know that this business is profitable, and they will definitely rush to do it, and what they have to do now is to strive to capture the "source" and grasp it in their hands.

They also admire the nephew who is not a relative, and he deserves to be a highly educated person.

It's a pity that the children of their own family are more uncompetitive than the other, and sending them to study is like asking them to die.