Stepmother Reborn: Dad, my mom hasn't hit me for three days

In the blink of an eye, it was 1980. After the Chinese New Year, everything came back to life, and the chicken farming equipment that Zhang Xiuhua had been looking forward to day and night finally arrived across the ocean.

Although it is called crossing the ocean, it is not that far. The equipment was transported from Nanyang to Pengcheng, and then transferred to the Northeast Port.

When the equipment was transported into the village, all the members came over to join in the fun, looking at the racks with curiosity.

It was the first time for them to see chickens being kept in cages, with four rows in total.

The members of the cooperative helped to move the shelves into the house. Looking at the densely packed shelves, they couldn't help but worry, "There are so many chickens in this house, aren't you afraid of chicken plague?"

Socialists are afraid of chickens getting sick if they raise dozens of chickens at home, not to mention raising so many at once.

"No, we have bought the vaccine. The probability of chickens getting fowl plague is much lower than that of native chickens." Zhang Xiuhua said with a smile.

The members asked about the price out of curiosity.

When we learned that an injection cost five cents, we were shocked. It was too expensive.

Zhang Xiuhua did not explain to everyone. After all the equipment was ready, she started to hatch the chicks. Few rural people do not know how to do this. The price of this kind of eggs is not as expensive as Zhang Xiuhua worried at first, in fact, it is very cheap.

It is only twice as expensive as ordinary eggs. She ordered 10,000 breeding eggs, but was afraid that the chicks would die halfway through, so the merchant gave her 100 extra eggs.

After hatching, she officially began her chicken-raising career.

Only she could enter the chicken coop, and none of the children in the family were allowed to enter, to prevent the spread of germs.

At first, the children just glanced at the door, but then they thought the smell was unpleasant and didn't go any closer.

Zhang Xiuhua has to feed the chickens and clean the chicken coop every day.

After so much chicken manure is cleaned up, the team leader will arrange for the members to transport it to the fields.

At that time, grain production was not high because there were not so many chemical fertilizers, and most of the fertilizer was from humans and livestock.

Zhang Xiuhua set up a chicken farm, so of course she wanted to maximize profits, so she sold chicken manure to the team and used it as an offset against the grain.

After finishing her work that day, she came out of the chicken coop and took off her clothes. Every time she went in, she had to change into a bib. This bib was a bit like a protective suit, all for hygiene reasons.

After changing, she poured the clothes into a bucket to wash, and then hung them on the line to dry.

Just then, Li Jianxin came over and said, "Sister-in-law? You said before that foreign chickens can be slaughtered in 42 days. Can I sell them now?"

His household registration was transferred to Shanghai, and there was no food in his hometown, so he had to buy food. The team leader sold him food because he was a member of the commune. But food had to be bought with money.

The money he had saved was almost gone, so he wanted to make money as soon as possible to improve his life.

Zhang Xiuhua asked him to wait another week. "It's only a little over five kilograms now. It's better to keep it for two more days until it reaches six kilograms."

Li Jianxin almost thought he had heard it wrong, "Six pounds? Are you kidding me?"

Farmers' hens weigh more than three pounds, roosters weigh more than four pounds, but foreign chickens weigh more than five pounds. How is this possible?

Zhang Xiuhua glared at him and said, "Would I ever joke with you?"

Li Jianxin wanted to go in and take a look, but was stopped by Zhang Xiuhua, "You are not clean, and the chicken will get sick again."

Li Jianxin had no choice but to come back.

He tried to test it out, "I don't know what this chicken tastes like yet. If I ask people to buy it, I have to tell them about the benefits of chicken."

Zhang Xiuhua was speechless. He could actually make such a good excuse for eating free chicken. But she couldn't refuse this reason. After all, the taste of foreign chicken and local chicken is indeed different. She smiled and said, "Then bring your two children to dinner tomorrow. I'll kill two chickens for you to try."

Li Jianxin smiled from ear to ear, "That's great. My sister-in-law is so generous."

The next day, Zhang Xiuhua killed five chickens and made fried chicken, braised chicken, mouth-watering chicken and chicken soup.

Not only did the children enjoy the meal, but Li Jianxin, the adult, also felt extremely satisfied.

After he finished eating, he began to praise, "This chicken has a lot of meat, and the meat is not as tight as the free-range chicken, it is very tender."

Zhang Xiuhua smiled, "How could it not be tender? It didn't even walk one meter from birth to death."

All of them were stepping on the cage. But at that time, everyone was poor and wanted to eat meat.

Li Jianxin didn't care how many meters the chicken walked, "I bet this chicken will sell well."

Zhang Xiuhua nodded, "Okay, you can promote it well later. But forget about the Red Star Supply and Marketing Cooperative. I will tell them about it when I send it to the fans tomorrow."

Li Jianxin nodded. Such good chickens would definitely sell well.

He asked Zhang Xiuhua how much she wanted to sell it for.

Zhang Xiuhua really didn't know what the wholesale price was, "It can't be less than 80 cents per pound."

The price of local chickens sold by the supply and marketing cooperatives was between one yuan and two yuan, and would fluctuate depending on the market conditions. However, people at that time believed that foreign products were better than domestic ones, so the price of foreign chickens might rise a bit.

Li Jianxin nodded, "Okay, I got it."

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Xiuhua tied 50 kilograms of vermicelli on the back of the bicycle and rode to the supply and marketing cooperative.

She went to see the director of the supply and marketing cooperative, who looked embarrassed and asked her if the price of the vermicelli could be lowered.

Zhang Xiuhua looked at him in surprise, "I don't make much money as a fan. This is already the lowest. If it goes any lower, I will lose money."

The price she offered was indeed not high, after all, the selling price was there.

The director of the supply and marketing cooperative said, "Some people from the south came here to sell their products. The price they quoted for vermicelli is 20% cheaper than yours."

Zhang Xiuhua frowned, "Did you add glue?"

The director of the supply and marketing cooperative asked her what glue was?

"Glue is added inside, so there will be a smell of glue when it is burned." Zhang Xiuhua knew that later generations of vermicelli would add all kinds of glue into it, causing real vermicelli to not be able to be sold at a high price.

The director of the supply and marketing cooperative took some and burned it for Zhang Xiuhua to see that there was no glue inside.

Zhang Xiuhua understood. It was not glue, but cassava vermicelli used as sweet potato vermicelli.

Zhang Xiuhua told the director of the supply and marketing cooperative the truth, "If I sell for less than 20%, I will lose money. They ship it from the south, so it costs money to ship it. These vermicelli should be cassava vermicelli. They are not the same as mine."

"But it's cheaper than yours." The director of the supply and marketing cooperative knew that cassava can be made into vermicelli without any toxicity. People now only care about the price when buying things, and don't care whether it is sweet potato or not.

Zhang Xiuhua didn't know what to say, "Then today is the last time."

The director of the supply and marketing cooperative nodded and paid her the bill. Zhang Xiuhua sold him foreign chickens.

The director of the supply and marketing cooperative agreed immediately and did not make things difficult for her. Because it was cold in the Northeast, people did not like to raise chickens. In order to buy meat in advance, people had to line up in the early morning. She raised chickens, and the director of the supply and marketing cooperative was only happy.

As for the price, we bought it at the price of native chickens. Although it was foreign goods, the common people didn’t have money and couldn’t afford the high price.

Eighty cents per pound was just at Zhang Xiuhua's bottom line. Zhang Xiuhua agreed to deliver it in a week.

Since the people of Red Star Commune as a whole didn't have much money, Zhang Xiuhua planned to send ten on the first day. If the sales were good, she would gradually increase the quantity.