Jia Lei sat on the leading platform and knocked melon seeds, and the villagers below also sat in the courtyard of Sanchakou Town Primary School with peanuts and melon seeds on a small bench waiting to see the excitement.

The winter in the Northeast is the leisure time, the farmers in the countryside have nothing to do and hide at home in the winter, this time I heard that the town is going to hold the chicken king competition, people from ten miles and eight villages have come, and even people from other towns in Dongning County have specially driven over to see the excitement.

In 1990, there were rich people who could drive a carriage in the county, after all, a horse was worth one or two thousand yuan. At this time, most of the cars in remote places were public, and rural people went out to the market by horse-drawn carriages and buses.

"It's almost nine o'clock. Someone shouted from below.

"What's the hurry, isn't it ten minutes away!" Jia Qijia replied loudly, not loud! The chickens and dogs on the scene were too chaotic to be heard.

Real chickens fly and dogs jump - now this elementary school has more than 4,000 chickens and twenty or thirty native dogs raised by people in nearby villages.

"Second cousin, it's almost time, you should go to the stage and announce the start of the Chicken King Competition. Jia Lei said to Su Renfeng.

"I ...... I don't want to go, it's too embarrassing!" Su Renfeng said, he couldn't open his mouth when he spoke in front of so many people.

"The idea is yours, or you can go!" Su Renfeng said to Jia Lei.

"I'm still a baby, I'm only ten years old! I don't believe me. Jia Lei pretended to be helpless and spread his hands and said.

"You, count yourself ruthless!" Su Renfeng said through gritted teeth, and then he stomped his feet and stood up.

"Hello folks, welcome to Sanchakou Town to participate in the first Natasha Shifeng Chicken King Competition, this event is held by the Sino-Russian joint venture Natasha Shifeng Foreign Trade Company, co-organized by the Sanchakou Town Government. Let me introduce you to the judges and guests of this competition......" Su Renfeng began to read according to the pre-written speech.

With Su Renfeng's introduction, the town leaders on the rostrum stood up one by one to greet everyone, and the principal and director of Sanchakou Primary School were also among them.

"First of all, let me announce the rules of the competition, the first contestant must first qualify. Su Renfeng said that at this time, a team of late players hurriedly rushed into the primary school and went straight to the registration office.

"I want to sign up!" said the man at the front, anxiously.

"Did you bring the registration fee?" asked the person at the registration office.

"Twenty live chickens with one number! I have two chickens in my family, and I have forty chickens in the race. The man Ren Feng said.

"Wait for me to get you the number, you can take the ordinary chicken over there and weigh it later, and someone will pay you." The person at the registration office said.

"How much do you collect chickens?" asked Ren Feng's daughter-in-law.

"Two yuan and five pounds, aren't the prices and rules posted in every village?" said the person at the registration office.

"But the price of chickens in our village has risen recently, and the number of chickens collected by people in the county has risen to two yuan and seven cents a pound!" said Ren Feng's daughter-in-law.

"If you don't want to sell chickens, you can't participate in the competition, but you have to think that we don't pay a dime for this price. Jia Lao Liu threw the small wooden card representing the qualification on the table and said.

"Your price is low, and we have to pay more than a dollar for selling a chicken. Ren Feng's daughter-in-law said distressedly.

"Which village are you from? The price of live chickens here is generally two to two yuan and two pounds, and our old Jia family is willing to give two dollars and five pounds, which should be the highest price in the county, and I really don't know where the chickens are sold for two yuan and seventy-one pounds. The third master sat on the chair next to him and asked with a cigarette pouch and pot in his mouth.

"Don't say it, the price of two yuan and seven is that people buy old hens that are more than ten years old and go back to make home remedies! Ren Feng hurriedly pulled back his daughter-in-law and said.

"Why are you asking me this?" Ren Feng's daughter-in-law took a step back in fright.

The boss of the foreign trade company said that he would make an ID card for each chicken, and write down his age, place of origin, and the name of the owner. The third master said.

Jia Lei came up with this moth as soon as he heard it, Jia Lei did things in accordance with the export standards of later generations, this kind of product retrospective system is the strictest in later generations, Jia Lei was afraid that there were sick chickens in these chickens and they would eat people badly.

"Look at those two white coats over there, they are the veterinarians from the county we invited, they have to check if your chickens are sick before collecting them?" said the third master.

"What if the chickens are sick? We only brought twenty of them, but we didn't bring more!" Ren Feng asked.

"Then it depends on what kind of disease it is? If there is a non-contagious disease, one sick chicken is allowed out of ten, and we will not accept the chickens, but you can still participate in the competition! If your chickens have an infectious disease, they will be disqualified, and all the chickens, even the people and chickens, will be driven out. Didn't you notice that the people you brought the chickens came in through a small door? We separated you from the crowd and the chickens in advance!" Jia Lei said slowly.

"Isn't this an extra move? Chicken plague occurs in the summer, and the weather in the northeast of us is more than 20 degrees below zero in winter, and the germs are all frozen to death! I have never heard of chicken plague in winter. Ren Feng said.

"Be prepared! Our company can collect more than 10,000 chickens, and if a chicken with chicken plague gets in, how will these more than 10,000 chickens live? Jia Lei said.

In 1990, there were not too many large-scale farms, and many of the chickens eaten in the city were directly collected from the countryside and sold to the vegetable market.

Diligent people will use straw to weave a chicken coop, and some people will directly make a fence out of wood and throw a few bundles of straw into it to make a chicken coop.

Either one is not too insulated!

"The third rule is that the participating chickens must go through veterinary quarantine, and all sick chickens are not allowed to compete!" Su Renfeng on the stage also happened to talk about this.

"Now I announce the rewards of the competition, our chicken king competition is divided into three divisions, one is the weight competition, one is the volume competition, and the other is the beauty pageant competition!" Su Renfeng said.

"Haha!" As Su Renfeng's last words came out, the people in the playground began to laugh and talk about it.

"Yo, do chickens also want beauty pageants? But this chicken looks different? How do you compare the Luhua chicken with the three-yellow chicken?" someone asked.

"Do you want to choose the prettiest hen in the beauty pageant?" asked a villager who had come to join in the fun.

"Again, the only one who can participate in the beauty pageant is the rooster, and now we will start announcing all the prizes. Please be quiet!" Su Renfeng stood on the leading stage and held the microphone and said, probably because everyone was more concerned about the issue of rewards, and the scene quieted down for a while.

"Very good! I announce that the company is willing to pay 500 yuan for all chickens that win the first place! All the chickens that win the second place are purchased at 200 yuan. The purchase price of the chickens that won the third place was 100 yuan, and the purchase price of all the chickens that entered the finals was 3 yuan a catty. Su Renfeng said loudly, and as soon as he finished speaking, the discussion on the scene immediately began.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's start quickly!" Jia Lei returned to the rostrum and urged Su Renfeng to say, Su Renfeng glared at him and had no choice but to announce the start of the game.

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"Yo, this chicken is really big, it is estimated to weigh six pounds, right?" said the onlookers, looking at the newly inaugurated chicken.

"Six pounds and three taels! The referee in charge of the weight division said.

"This chicken, with a chest circumference of 45 centimeters, can enter the finals!" said the referee in charge of the volume competition area.

Those two divisions are relatively simple, only the beauty pageant area is in trouble!

"This chicken has such a long tail, and it will definitely make it to the finals!" said the audience in the beauty pageant section.

"The color of this chicken's feathers is not good-looking, and the tail feathers on the tail are not shiny, so it is not selected!" Jia Lei said as he raised the red card in his hand.

"Why did our chickens fail to be selected? Aren't the chickens in front of us all having longer tails than which chickens, and my chicken's tails are 16 centimeters long, why did they lose the election?" The chicken owner didn't do it, he rushed to the stage and asked, in 1990, all kinds of local chickens in the Northeast were all big red roosters with long tails.

The two cousins of the Jia family immediately stood up from behind Jia Lei to stop him, Jia Lei didn't move, obviously he was prepared.

"We are here for a beauty pageant, not a long tail! Your chicken doesn't eat well at first glance, and the whole chicken is thin and dull, and it weighs more than three pounds! I shipped it through the border and sold it to the Russians for not enough gas money. The point is, how can it make it to the beauty pageant finals if it's not beautiful. Jia Lei rolled his eyes and said, you must know that beauty pageants are not just about having a long tail, and the chickens participating in the beauty pageant must be very beautiful to be eligible.

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In the afternoon, the chicken king contest ended smoothly, and the onlookers went home happily with a stomach full of gossip, and the owners who came to participate in the chicken selection even if they did not get the bonus, they all went home happily with a bag of money to sell chickens.

Only the people of Gangyao Village are still cleaning up the playground, loading the collected chickens into cages one by one and transporting them back to Gangyao Village, and all the people in Gangyao Village have lit lamps and started to kill chickens and remove feathers overnight.

"Why did you say you had this beauty pageant in the first place, if only we could collect chickens that could be killed right away! Su Renfeng stood in the courtyard of the village committee and said to Jia Lei.

"Of course, it's to make more money? You didn't want these chickens at the beginning, this time all the bonuses of the chicken king are from me, and we have already said that the money from the sale of these final chickens will belong to me. Jia Lei rubbed his hands and said that the winter in the Northeast was too cold at night.

"How much can you sell for just these more than 300 chickens?" Su Renfeng said disdainfully.

"Don't look at the lack of chickens, but I'm going to auction it! The selling price must be much higher than the normal price!" Jia Lei said confidently, you must know that in the future, there will be endless auctions of various jujube kings and melon kings, and the prices will be sea!

Not to mention those sky-high lychees!

An apple can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan, and Jia Lei doesn't believe that his chickens can't be sold at a good price.

"All the chickens were ordered, and we collected a total of 13,574 chickens this month. The third master came over with a ledger and said.

"13,574 chickens, that's more than that! Didn't you originally want to collect 11,000 chickens?" Jia Lei asked.

"It's okay, these chickens can all be sold! And I don't know how many chickens will cost me along the way." Su Renfeng sighed and said.

"It's still our old Jia family's baby who is smart, if Jia Lei hadn't come up with the idea of the Chicken King Competition, how could we have collected 10,000 chickens a month!"