"Since Boss Wang has talked about this, I have no choice but to reluctantly help Boss Wang take this wheat bran. ”

Yu Tingwei sighed, with a look of reluctance.

"Oh, then thank you," Wang Cripple finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Yu Tingwei was finally willing to accept his wheat bran, "Then the price ......?"

Wang Cripple's eyes rolled, waiting for Yu Tingwei to make a price, although he admitted the loss, he still hoped to lose a little bit.

"Sanmao," Yu Tingwei stretched out three shallot-like fingers and shook them in front of Wang Cripple, "Okay, you will bring all the wheat bran today, no, forget it." ”

Yu Tingwei has a fixed price, and her words are dead, and there is no room for maneuver for Wang Cripple.

"Three cents is three cents!"

Wang Cripple glanced at Yu Tingwei's warehouse again, there was no shortage of feed in the wheat bran in the warehouse, and he knew that there was no room for bargaining, so Wang Cripple could only agree hard.

"But I have to owe this wheat bran money first, and then I will give it to you when I sell the chickens and have the money. ”

Yu Tingwei changed her words and said again.

"That's not good," Wang lame's eyes widened, "I've lost so much money, three cents a catty, and a total of not a few hundred yuan, why don't you deliver the goods with one hand and pay the money with the other." ”

"That's really embarrassing, Boss Wang," Yu Tingwei spread her hands, "You know, I just finished buying 10,000 catties of wheat bran, and I have no money in my hands, and I have to use the daily expenses of the chicken farm with some money left, or you still ......."

"Okay, okay, count me unlucky. ”

Wang Cripple knew that he was being manipulated by Yu Tingwei now, and before Yu Tingwei finished speaking, he compromised impatiently.

"But you have to give me an IOU, put a handprint, and let Meng Dafu be a witness on the side. ”

Worried that Yu Tingwei would repay the debt, Wang Cripple demanded again.

"Of course, that's fine. ”

Yu Tingwei raised her eyebrows, her plan succeeded, and she was very happy.

So under the witness of the village secretary Meng Dafu, Wang Cripple sold the 15,000 catties of wheat bran at home to Yu Tingwei at a low price of three cents a catty, and Yu Tingwei also made an IOU, pressed his handprint, and promised to return the wheat bran money to Wang Cripple as soon as the chickens were slaughtered in three months.

Wang Cripple stole the chicken this time and suffered a big loss, seeing that the 15,000 catties of wheat bran had resisted Yu Tingwei's chicken farm, his heart was dripping blood.

"I said, Feng girl, where did the wheat bran in your warehouse come from, can you tell me about it, and let my lame man understand. ”

Wang lame was lying on the warehouse door, looking at the wheat bran stuffed inside, but he couldn't understand where Yu Tingwei got it.

"I can't tell you this, secret. ”

Yu Tingwei sold Guan Zi and said mysteriously.

"Hey, don't talk about pulling down. ”

Wang lame glanced at Yu Tingwei with disdain, and left unwillingly with the IOU.

Seeing that Wang Cripple was gone, there was a cheer from the chicken farm, and Yu Dabao excitedly hugged Liu Qing and turned in circles.

"Hehehe, Dabao, put me down, I'm dizzy. ”

Liu Qing hugged Yu Dabao's neck and was overjoyed, "This time it's thanks to Xiaofeng." ”

"Yes, yes, my sister is amazing. ”

"My husband is also very good, and his acting skills are good. ”

Liu Qing thought about Yu Dabao and several workers in the field bending over and slumping their backs, and they just wanted to laugh when they carried out the sacks of light hay for more than 100 catties.

And in order to have a more realistic image, he also went to the village clinic to buy a plaster for Yu Dabao, and when he met people, he said that Yu Dabao had sprained his waist with wheat bran on his back.

"Thanks to everyone this time, if it weren't for everyone's full cooperation, it wouldn't be so easy to deceive the lame king, of course, thank God for a timely rain. ”

Yu Tingwei smiled, of course, the most thankful person was Mu Xiujin, if it weren't for his willingness to cut off the weeds on his mine one by one and put them into sacks, and then transport them to her by a car a day, it would be useless to let them play well.

Let's talk about Mu Xiujin's side.

Zhang Cong held the sickle in his hand, and came to Mu Xiujin's office in the mine with a menacing attitude, "Young Master, are you still mowing the grass today?"

"No need, let's continue digging coal. ”

Mu Xiujin was looking at this month's financial statements, and replied without raising his head or opening his eyes.

Three truckloads of hay were sent to the chicken farm for three days in a row, presumably the goal has been achieved, coupled with the autumn rain last night, it is estimated that Yu Tingwei's plan should succeed.

"Huh, don't cut it?"

Zhang Cong still didn't understand what Mu Xiujin meant by letting a truckload of grass be sent to Yu Tingwei's chicken farm every day, and the chickens didn't eat grass.

"Young Master, I don't understand, what does Yu Tingwei want these grasses for?"

Zhang Cong scratched his head and wanted to know why.

"What to do?" Mu Xiujin paused, yes, what can so much hay do?

Someone pondered for a moment, and then said, "Burn the fire." ”

"Burn, burn. ”

Zhang Cong was stunned, there was still a lack of firewood in such a large rural area.

After the people on the chicken farm laughed and made trouble, Liu Qing suddenly realized the same problem as Zhang Cong, "Xiaofeng, what should I do with so many sacks of hay in the warehouse?"

"Keep the fire and the chicken pen. ”

Yu Tingwei blurted out that she coincided with someone.

The feed for the winter has been settled, and the chickens are growing day by day. Seeing that it was the end of the year, the roosters should be slaughtered in another month, and the hens began to lay eggs, Yu Tingwei began to run the market.

According to Yu Tingwei's plan, the first batch of chickens and eggs will be on the market just before the Spring Festival, when the market supply and demand are large, and they will be sold at a good price before the festival.

In the cold winter, Yu Tingwei took the most energetic red rooster raised in the chicken farm, carrying a basket of eggs and shuttling between various towns and villages, from farmers' markets to roast chicken shops, to large and small restaurants, all of which are places where Yu Tingwei sells chickens and eggs.

With Yu Tingwei's three-inch tongue and genuine chickens and eggs, Yu Tingwei has indeed received a lot of orders in the past few days.

But the amount of each of these orders is very small, and the most ordered roast chicken restaurant also asked for a hundred chickens, and they had to be delivered to the door, which cut back and forth freight and labor costs, Yu Tingwei felt that the profit was still a little small, after all, Yu Tingwei wanted to open the national market.

So after some deliberation by Yu Tingwei, she decided to bring chickens to Beijing, and only by going to bigger cities and looking for merchants with greater demand can her chicken farm develop and grow.

Because she was still in the early stage of her business, Yu Tingwei, the director of the field, did not have a decent means of transportation when she went out, so she could only squeeze the bus with her chickens and eggs.

After a four-hour long journey, Yu Tingwei finally arrived in the capital with her big red rooster and a basket of eggs.

After getting off the Beijing bus station, Yu Tingwei looked around, although she was a native of Beijing, but she was still very unfamiliar with the capital in the eighties, there was no development here, the hotel and market in her memory did not exist, thinking about it, Yu Tingwei still walked to the phone booth and spent two cents to call Mu Xiujin directly.