"Hey, hey, don't worry, it's not easy for a young man to come all the way to our chess mountain on a cold day, don't rob it!"

At seven o'clock in the morning, I heard that the chicken delivery came to the fried chicken shop of Lao Song's house, and then the owners of the fried chicken shop who signed a contract with Wang Shaodong came over to pick chickens. Even said that some fried chicken restaurant owners who did not sign a contract with Wang Shaodong also came over.

In the past two days, there has been a serious shortage of chickens in Qishan, and some fried chicken restaurants have no chickens, so there is really no way to buy them from fried chicken shops with chickens. And if you buy chicken from someone else's fried chicken shop, the price will definitely be much more expensive. Chicken poop bought from chicken dealers is 14 yuan, and if you buy it from other fried chicken shops, it will cost as little as 16 yuan a catty.

"Don't grab it, take out the contract, wait if you don't have a contract, what, you pick first, the rest is mine." ”

I was happy to hear that there was a contract.

"Old Song, it's still you who are righteous. ”

"I just like Lao Song. ”

However, those who don't have a contract are still lucky when they hear Song Daojiang's previous words, but when they hear Song Daojiang say the last sentence "The rest is mine", they are a little anxious.

"Hey, I said Lao Song, you can leave two for us, I received a call yesterday to book four tables, and there are still two chickens missing!"

"Old Song, you can do it, I'm missing two chickens today. ”

Song Daojiang turned a deaf ear to what the people around him said, but said to Wang Shaodong: "Xiao Wang, you just follow the order of signing the contract, you read the name and come one by one, and I will help you." ”

The fried chicken restaurant on Qishan is not busy in the morning, and the guests usually come after eleven o'clock at noon, so Song Daojiang has the kung fu to help Wang Shaodong.

Besides, the young man in front of him is his son's classmate, and seeing him is like seeing his own son, and he always feels very kind, and it is not a matter of heart if he doesn't help.

Hearing Song Daojiang say this, Wang Shaodong nodded hurriedly and said, "Okay, Uncle Song." ”

Then, Wang Shaodong took out a small notebook from his pocket, and then shouted: "No. 1 Han Pingtang three, pick it first." ”

"I'm sorry guys, we're going to pick the best. ”

Han Pingtang's fried chicken restaurant is located at the foot of Qi Mountain, which is not big, and there are only three or four tables of customers a day.

Wang Shaodong stood in front of the scale, and then put Han Pingtang's three chickens on the scale and weighed them.

"Uncle, the three chickens are a total of 24 catties and 312 yuan, let you have two yuan, and charge you 310."

When Han Pingtang heard this, he happily paid 310 yuan and left with three chickens. The first one to pick a chicken must pick a big one, and then the other people watched Han Pingtang carry three chickens weighing an average of eight catties, and they were all envious.

There are a total of more than a dozen contracts signed with Wang Shaodong, and the most big fried chicken restaurants like Song Daojiang cost thirty, and the few like Han Pingtang only have three or four.

In this way, from seven o'clock in the morning to half past nine in the morning, Wang Shaodong finally sold all 92 chickens.

92 chickens, weighing a total of 653 pounds, removed some odds, sold for 8,450 yuan.

Song Daojiang saw so much money in Wang Shaodong's arms, so he asked him to go home quickly and give the money to his parents.

However, Wang Shaodong was just about to start his three-wheeled motorcycle and leave, but was pulled aside by a fried chicken restaurant owner who did not sign a contract with Wang Shaodong. The man had a scar on his face, and he didn't look like a good person.

To be honest, with so much money in his arms, Wang Shaodong was still a little nervous.

"What are you doing?" Wang Shaodong asked without knowing him, frowning.

"Little brother, don't be afraid, I also own a fried chicken restaurant, and you came to my fried chicken shop last time. ”

When the man with the scar on his face said this, Wang Shaodong immediately remembered. When he begged Song Daojiang to sign a contract with him, and then found this person, he said that there would never be a shortage of chickens, so why should he sign a contract, so he didn't sign it.

"Look, otherwise, I'll give you 14 yuan a catty, how about you sell me a hundred?"

If the price is raised for one dollar, a hundred chickens will be sold for an additional seven hundred yuan, but Wang Shaodong frowned and said: "I have signed a contract with them here, if I give it to you, but there will be no chickens for them, what can I do?"

"This ...... Little brother, don't hate what I told you last time, I'm a big old man with no vision, you help me, please help me. ”

Wang Shaodong remembered that the name of this scarred man was Lu Zhen, and the scale of the fried chicken shop on the top of Qishan was not small, compared with the fried chicken restaurant of Song Daojiang's family.

"Well, my chickens are gone, but my neighbor also has chickens, and there may still be some left, if you want, you can follow me to their house to have a look." ”

"How big is the chicken?"

"Less than a month later than our chickens. ”

"Lao Lu, it's almost, let's go take a look. ”

It's less than ten o'clock now, and it's just too late. Wang Shaodong looked back, and it turned out that several fried chicken restaurant owners who didn't get chickens were following behind.

"Let's go, let's see. ”

Wang Shaodong nodded with a smile, and then said, "Okay, then since everyone wants chicken, then follow me." ”

Everyone saw that the chickens brought by this young man were good, and they were all greedy.

There are also thirty or forty fried chicken restaurants on Qishan, and after signing a contract with the Wang family, only a dozen of them have bought chickens, and the remaining twenty or so fried chicken restaurants have not yet found their chickens.

In this way, Wang Shaodong carried more than 8,000 yuan in his arms, rode a three-wheeled motorcycle with four empty chicken cages, followed by a motorcycle, a van, a Santana, and a Jetta.

Wang Shaodong also heard his father Wang Fumin say last night that among their chicken farmers, He Jiaxiang seems to have more than 30 chickens in his hands, and plans to sell them at a high price in the market at the end of the year, the same plan, while Ma Zhentang has kept more than 50 chickens. And He Jiaqing, because this guy is too lazy, he often doesn't go to the market when he encounters something, so he has the most chickens left at home, and there are more than 300.

These fried chicken shop owners followed them to Taohualing Village, and they must not return empty-handed.

Qishan is Qishan fried chicken in 2002, it has reached 18 yuan a catty, seven or eight people, stew a pot of seven-pound chicken, and then order a table of dishes, spend two or three hundred yuan, eat and eat, play and play, is a very good place to play on the weekend.

Around Qishan, people from Quancheng, Taishan, southern Thailand and other places will come to Qishan on Saturdays and Sundays to play, climb the mountain, taste and taste the unique Qishan fried chicken, and they will definitely not regret it.

Later, in 2015, Qishan developed a hot spring, and more people came to Qishan to play, and the fried chicken restaurant on Qishan became more prosperous.

A three-wheeled motorcycle, followed by a row of various vehicles, became the object of discussion among passers-by for a while.

And the driver of the three-wheeled motorcycle at the beginning was so happy that he sang loudly: "Laughing in the sea! The tide on both sides of the strait is surging ......."