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

All contract vegetables from the three villages of Lijiatun, Mangcun and Zhangjiatun were purchased in cash. As for the vegetables grown spontaneously by more than a dozen surrounding villages, the kimchi factory still purchased tens of millions of kilograms of winter vegetables after they passed the inspection.

This is mainly due to the fact that the kimchi factory has two self-owned fleets and more than 300 large tractors. No other private enterprise in the province has such a large transportation capacity.

Friends in the south may not understand why there are so many winter vegetables, because in the northeast, people don't buy cabbage, Chinese mustard greens, or turnips by the piece, but by hundreds of kilograms. Greenhouse vegetables were not popular in those days, so what did they rely on for the winter? Of course, they relied on these turnips and cabbages. A provincial capital with a population of 500 to 600 people needed a lot of vegetables.

Some of these winter vegetables were processed, and some were transported to the city for sale.

The people in the surrounding area have become richer, and more than 80% of the farmers have bicycles, black-and-white TVs, horse-drawn or mule-drawn carts, and diesel tricycles. Some even bought relatively rare refrigerators and color TVs.

At noon that day, Liu Xia Lian's grandfather, the production director Xu Changyuan, came in. He was 60 years old when he was rehired, and now he is 67 years old.

"Grandpa, sit down." Liu Xia Lian stood up and poured a glass of water for grandpa.

"Xia Lian, grandpa wants to resign."

"Have you been feeling unwell recently?"

"No, I'm in good health. It's just that I'm getting older and my thinking is not up to par. Many young people here can't get promoted, so I want to retire and give the opportunity to the young people."

"Grandpa, how about this? You don't have to come to the factory every day. Come over every now and then to give me some guidance. You are a meritorious veteran of the factory and you will get a 1% dividend every year. If you leave, I won't be able to give it to you."

Grandpa suddenly remembered this. He had thought that the kimchi factory would pay him 80 yuan a month, but he never thought it would develop so fast. Now he earns 650 yuan, which is more than four times that of an ordinary worker. Of course, this is just a small amount. The big amount is the annual 1% dividend. He was the technical guide at the beginning of the factory, otherwise the kimchi factory would not have developed so fast. The 1% dividend was used to pay the kimchi factory after deducting the mess of taxes, wages, benefits, and even donations. There was still a net profit of more than 30 million yuan, which is a net profit. 1% is more than 300,000 yuan. In this era when even a millionaire is rare, what does 300,000 yuan mean? It is equivalent to 30 times the savings of an ordinary worker.

Grandpa sighed and said, "No, that won't work. What would I be like then? I have worked hard all my life and I can't do that."

"So, grandpa, when you go to work in the future, just sit in the office. If there is a need for technical guidance, you can provide guidance. If not, you can rest. You have trained several technical backbones in the past few years, so you should rest when you need to. If you resign rashly and go home, I'm afraid my eldest uncle and second uncle will scold you."

Grandpa nodded. It was true. The eldest son is now the county magistrate in Longjiang Province, and the second son is the director of the Forestry Bureau in the city. From the outside, it looks very glorious, but in fact, only when you are in it, you will understand the hardship. For a fifty-year-old man, it is the end of the road to get here. The greatest happiness is to retire safely in the position. It is difficult to go further.

My grandfather earns more than 300,000 yuan a year. This is a lot of money, enough to make my parents and brothers turn against each other, so I decided to hold on for another two years.

"Okay, I'll work for another two years. The main reason is that I'm still in good health and I'm not even seventy yet. I can still work. I'm afraid I can't stand being idle."

Grandpa turned around and went back to the workshop. As a technical backbone, the kimchi factory has not had any major safety problems in recent years, which has a lot to do with grandpa's skills.

As soon as Grandpa Xu left, the new assistant Xiao Zhao came and said, "Director, Director Zhang of the Animal Husbandry Bureau will come to discuss something with you at 3 pm. Do you have time?"

"Director Zhang? Okay, then three o'clock in the afternoon. A leader from the Department of Commerce will come to inspect tomorrow. The Russians will need goods again after the spring."

Liu Xia Lian couldn't understand why the Animal Husbandry Bureau came to her. Although she had opened many farms, each one had a person in charge.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Director Zhang came with a deputy director. They were both quite old, in their forties.

The assistant in the reception room brought the best Dahongpao tea. After chatting for a while, Director Zhang went straight to the point: "Director Liu, I came here this time to ask for your help. The number of chickens, ducks, geese, cattle, horses and sheep in our county has met the standards, but the number of fat pigs sold is not enough. The reason is that there are too many workers in our county and rural farmers make more money growing vegetables, so there are fewer pigs."

"That's not right. The wild boar farm in my village raises quite a lot of wild boars, and there are dozens of farmers developing it every year. The output is quite high."

Director Zhang smiled bitterly, "Director Liu, you don't know that second-generation wild boars have less fat and more lean meat, and are more expensive than domestic pigs. These farmers sell them to high-end restaurants or send them to the south. Who would sell them to the meat processing plant? At most, they ask the meat processing plant to help kill them, so it doesn't count as performance. Ordinary black pigs and white pigs are regular pork."

"So that's what's going on. Does Director Zhang have any mature ideas?"

"The feed factories in Liancheng are building breeding bases everywhere. Why not build a breeding base back home to provide piglets for the villagers and recycle fat pigs? You can make money from the feed, piglets, and fat pigs. It's a win-win situation. Li Shaoling is quite close to you, so you can persuade him."

It turned out that Director Zhang had this idea. They didn't know that the feed factory was actually their own industry, but there was no need to publicize this kind of thing. The reason why they didn't consider developing pig farming from the county was because Zhao Yong's father, Liu Xialian's uncle, thought that he could develop from Zhaojiagou, but after five or six years, he still sold more than a thousand pigs a year and never developed.

"Okay, Director Zhang is here in person, so he has to help. The kimchi factory can build a free-range black pig base, which just happens to utilize the leftover vegetable leaves from processing. It shouldn't be a problem to sell 2,000 pigs a year. As for Li Shaoling, I can only talk to him. It's his business whether he does it or not."

"Okay, that's great. If you have any difficulties in setting up a pig farm, just come to me."

"There are no other difficulties, but there is no place. To raise them, you need at least several hundred acres of wasteland, and it can't be too remote, otherwise the risk of wild animals attacking is too great."

"I'm here to find a place. Give me three days."

Now every year during the vegetable harvest season, too many vegetable leaves are wasted and cannot be eaten by chickens, ducks and geese. It is just right to build a pig farm to consume some useless leaves. Moreover, black pigs have strong disease resistance and are suitable for free-range farming. They can also create some commercial value, and most importantly, they can drive the surrounding villages to get rich together.

When Director Zhang saw that Liu Xia Lian agreed, he felt that the task was roughly accomplished. He would mobilize some other villagers in the early spring of next year, and the task would be completed in the autumn of next year.