Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

Raising pigs and collecting pigs, Zhao Daxi sent 7,000 to 8,000 pigs to the meat processing plant every year. He was praised by the county and gained both fame and wealth. He still made 50,000 to 60,000 yuan a year, but of course, this was just small money. The biggest sum was 5 million yuan given to him by Liu Xialian at the beginning of the year to buy pickles and salted vegetables. Although most of the money was given to the villagers, he still got more than 1 million yuan. Some time ago, every household in the village made more than a dozen jars of pickles. When small vendors came to the village to buy, they were all coaxed away by Zhao Daxi.

In Zhao Daxi’s words, the master has priority, and only when the master says he doesn’t want it anymore can it be sold to others.

The village accountant also has more than a dozen jars of pickled mustard greens in his home: "Village chief, when will you start selling them? My wife is complaining about it every day."

Zhao Daxi rolled his eyes at him and said, "You have at least 20,000 yuan this year, right? Why are you in such a hurry to order some kimchi?"

"It's not that we're in a hurry. My wife is just worried that the kimchi factory won't buy it anymore, and it will be too late for us to find a buyer ourselves."

"There is no such thing. There are so many large companies that are customers of grain and oil. What do they feed their employees? Isn't it just pickles and salted vegetables? If they want to sell them, they can sell them in minutes. You are a manager, so where is your awareness?"

The accountant laughed awkwardly after hearing what Zhao Daxi said: "Director Liu, can we still exchange planes with the big bear? There are millions of soldiers stationed on the border now, and a war is about to break out."

"You are still too naive. This is like two villages fighting. If you show off your power by bringing knives and guns, it will definitely not end in a fight, because the purpose is to scare people. If they really want to fight, they won't make such a big scene. Only stealthy actions can really lead to a fight. When I came back, I asked about it, and Director Liu said that they still need to change it, saying that the airline company in Shimen Village also needs three planes, and it probably won't take too long. In our cold weather, the kimchi jar can be placed in the room for half a year without breaking. Just be patient and wait for a few months."

The accountant nodded and said, "Okay, I'll talk to the villagers again tonight and tell them not to worry."

"Okay, let's do a statistics and get a rough idea. If Director Liu wants the goods, we can organize it right away."

Zhao Daxi's business layout is relatively simple. The first is small electrical appliances, the second is an oil press, the third is a grain processing plant, and the fourth is a newly opened stone factory, which is considered to be a mine at home. As for pig farming and kimchi, they are done by the whole village together, driving the whole village to make money together.

This time, he went to Baishan Martial Arts School to become the head boxing coach, earning an extra 180 yuan a month. Although the money was not much, it broadened his horizons. He learned from other coaches that if a boxer is good at boxing and can fight abroad, the appearance fee is hundreds of thousands. So Zhao Daxi was very excited. This time, he decided to select six potential apprentices from his own apprentices, arrange them to go to the martial arts school, and train them full-time for one or two years. Then he would take them to show their faces internationally.

Zhao Xiaosi came over: "Uncle, what are you laughing at?"

"I was thinking how nice it would be if I became a boxing champion and got a gold belt."

Zhao Xiaosi reached out and touched Zhao Daxi's forehead: "You don't have a fever. Did you drink it so early in the morning?"

"Get lost, I can't even talk about my dreams. I can't talk about ideals with you rough guys. By the way, have you seen my pickup truck? Isn't it cool?"

"Go and have a look quickly. Your apprentice has gotten stuck in the cornfield and can't get out."

Zhao Daxi was so angry that he thought these bastards were so troublesome that he picked up the feather duster on the table and hurried out to find them.

In December of the Gregorian calendar, there was another moderate snowfall, and the weather was getting colder. Before dawn, thousands of roosters in the chicken farm began to crow. Mr. Gu was uncomfortable at first, but now he has adapted to it. He feels comfortable when he hears the roosters crow. He sleeps until seven in the morning and then puts on his fur coat and goes out. It is so cold in the Northeast that ordinary clothes are useless. He must wear a fur coat and leather pants.

He came to the feed room, picked up a bucket of feed and went out, lifted the plastic sheet on the feed trough, and poured the feed in first.

This bucket was not enough, so three buckets were emptied. Only then did the worker open the door of the chicken coop.

The hungry roosters swarmed out, some ran out, some flew out, some fell down and some were stepped on. They had only one target, which was the feed trough.

After the roosters had eaten their food, Mr. Gu added warm water to the sink.

Mr. Gu asked the worker, "It would be great if we could sell this chicken to Hong Kong. It would drink mountain spring water, eat good food, and walk around every day. How much would a fried chicken like this sell for?"

This is Linyi fried chicken. A young rooster of about eight months old is fried and sold for six yuan. The guts weigh at least four pounds, and with the green peppers as a side dish, it's at least a large plate."

"If this fried chicken was in Hong Kong, it would definitely be a big hit. It tastes so delicious. It's a pity that people in Hong Kong don't have the chance to enjoy it."

After Mr. Gu finished his work in the chicken coop, he went to the stable, used a trot brush to brush his horse's fur and gave it a full body massage, then he mounted his horse and rode around. When he came back, he just happened to see Zhao Hua.

"Uncle Gu, it's so early, have you felt any changes in your body recently?"

"I've finished taking the medicine for seven days, and I feel like I'm completely fine. Especially these big roosters. They were very noisy at first, but later I felt very comfortable. I decided to go home. Would it be convenient for you to take me there?"

"It's convenient. There's nothing inconvenient about it. But I suggest you go to Doctor Xu again. It won't be convenient to come back after you go back to Hong Kong. Ask him to prescribe some medicine for you to take with you."

Mr. Gu was delighted: "You are very thoughtful. Let's go to the forest farm first to say goodbye to Director Liu, and then go to Doctor Xu for a follow-up visit."

Zhao Hua drove Mr. Gu to the kimchi factory. Liu Xia Lian was checking in the warehouse. Today, another 100,000 kilograms of pomegranates were shipped from the turnover warehouse to Pengcheng.

"Everyone has worked hard these past few days. New Year's Day is coming soon. Everyone has generous benefits. After New Year's Day, you will have the annual leave again after just a few days of work. During the annual leave, there are benefits."

The workers were very happy. The company provided them with three meals a day, but they rarely cooked at home. They have eaten less than one-third of the rice, rapeseed oil and biscuits distributed on National Day.

Now that it’s New Year’s Day again, I guess fish and meat are indispensable.

"That's too polite, Director. We have to do this. I heard that some factories can't even pay 30 yuan a month. We pay more than 80 yuan a month. We don't delay payment for a single day. We have to cherish this good job."

"That's right. If anyone doesn't work hard, I'll be the first to disagree."

We were having a great chat when Zhao Hua came.

Liu Xia Lian knew something was wrong and hurried over.

"What's wrong?"

"Mr. Gu is going back to Hong Kong City, and he came to say goodbye to you."

"Okay, go back to the office and have tea with Mr. Gu first. I'll go prepare some gifts."

"Okay, go ahead."

Liu Xialian ran to the small warehouse, which was filled with many good things, but the gift for Mr. Gu was not from the warehouse, but was taken out from the space. She took out two old mountain ginsengs that were more than 60 or 70 years old, packed them in a beautiful gift box, and brought them over. They were not valuable, probably about 10,000 yuan each.