Chapter 466: Changes in Identity

Dinner was rich, and meat was definitely not lacking. After all, the family was a pig farmer, and now it was different from the past when the salt seller drank light soup. No one was willing to give in to the family.

As a junior at the table, Yang Dongxu naturally stood up and poured wine for his grandfather, father, and uncle, and poured himself a small half cup. Although he had a good alcohol tolerance, he was still in school.

Since he was a child, adults have said that you can't drink at school, drinking hurts your brain. So in front of his father, he still restrained himself a little. Besides, it's okay for the family to drink a little, not to accompany relatives and be afraid that they will get drunk.

After taking a sip of wine, everyone drove, and Jiejie was eating a chicken leg in his hand. Yang Dongxu glanced at his uncle and asked, "What car are you going to buy? Have you seen it?"

"Big truck." Shengli said excitedly without thinking.

"I know how to buy a big truck. There are several brands of trucks. Which brand do you choose? Which price and load capacity do you choose? That is, how much work can it carry?"

"Of course, the bigger the better. As for the money, the cheaper it is." Shengli was a little embarrassed when he said this. Obviously, Yang Dongxu came back in person, and it was estimated that the money for the car might be paid by his elder brother's family.

Well, asking for a long time is equivalent to not asking, so Yang Dongxu simply stopped asking: "How about this, I will call someone tonight to see what kind of car is good, and we will go and see it tomorrow. It doesn't have to be too big, just one that can carry four or five tons of goods. The roads here are not good, and if the load is too heavy, you can't drive it out even if you load the goods."

"Then we have a good relationship, so we want this." Shengli raised his wine glass excitedly. His aunt glared at him several times, but it was useless. He drank it all in one gulp and subconsciously wanted to grab the bottle.

"Uncle, we can buy a car to carry goods and so on. But you can't drink while driving. If you want to drink, wait until the goods are delivered and the people come back and let my dad accompany you to drink well." Yang Dongxu raised his eyebrows.

People nowadays obviously have no idea about drunk driving, and not only is it dangerous for my uncle to drive drunk, but he also has a bad habit of picking fights.

It's better to have my aunt and grandparents watching him at home, and everyone in the neighborhood knows who he is, so they will give way to him if they can. But if you go out, no one knows who Shengli is. If you get into trouble, the car and the goods are lost, which are just trivial matters. It is very likely that you will be beaten up.

"Don't worry, don't worry, don't drink and drive. The coach has been nagging me so much that my ears are callused." Shengli patted his chest and promised.

But such a promise obviously made people more worried. Yang Dongxu also knew that it was useless to say more now, so he could only wait until the car was bought back to transport the goods, and then explain it to Yinshan and the others who followed the car.

After dinner, Yang's mother and aunt stayed at home to clean up the mess, and Yang Dongxu accompanied his father, and several people went to the pig farm to take a look. By the way, bring some candy, cigarettes, alcohol, etc. to distribute to a few helpers, although it is not a festival.

But the Yang family didn't care about these small amounts of money. They gave them away to win people's hearts. If the workers worked harder, they would have everything. Besides, these helpers were from nearby villages, and they were relatives in a roundabout way, so they naturally couldn't be treated unfairly.

"Brother Xuzi, you're back. I said I wanted to go and play with you." Before leaving the village, Yang Dongxu saw Xiaoliang and a few others.

Daliang, Xiaowu and other children of similar age went out to work at the beginning of the year. Only Xiaoliang and other children of about 15 or 16 years old were left. The adults were prepared to stay at home for another year and go out next year. They could also help with farm work at home.

In the afternoon, these half-grown boys ran away to some unknown place and were not in the village. They were hungry and ran back to eat dinner. When they heard Yang Dongxu coming back, they formed a team to go and play with him.

In the past, when we were naked, we played together. Brothers rarely called each other brother or younger brother, and basically called each other by their names. But as we got older, and Yang Dongxu was the only college student in the village, he was naturally depressed by his status.

So in recent years, when he returned to the village, those younger than him would basically call him brother, and those older than him would not dare to tease him with dirty jokes when they played together. This made Yang Dongxu sigh in his heart. In his previous life, he was a bachelor, and no one was so polite to him, no matter whether they were older or younger than him.

"What are you going to do?" Yang Dongxu asked when he saw several people holding nets.

"Catch quails. Someone in the village recently bought this thing to play with. Let's catch a few to join in the fun." Xiao Tao said with a smile.

Now the corn has basically been broken off, leaving only the corn stalks in the field, and the red taro seedlings are almost wilted by frost. It is a good time to catch quails.

Because it is cold at night, this thing rubs into the straw stack. It is easy to catch it by holding a large net around the straw stack. Or if you hear the call of quails somewhere, a few people will directly pull the net down, and then lie on the net and feel forward a little bit.

"You guys go ahead. I won't join in the fun. I still have to go to the pig farm to take a look." Yang Dongxu said as he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and distributed them to a few people: "You can play, but don't do it for money, or you'll be beaten by your eldest uncle and second uncle."

Fighting quails is a fun thing to do in winter when you have nothing to do. In the past, everyone was poor. So even if there was some gamble when fighting, it was basically just a prank, such as imitating a dog's bark or hopping on one leg. Later, when life got better, they would bet on peanuts or fried pumpkin seeds.

Now, it is obvious that everyone is gambling. In addition to mahjong and pai gow gambling, some small casinos have also opened quail fighting venues. The rational ones win or lose a few dollars to join in the fun, but there are many who lose everything.

Xiaoliang and his family have improved their family finances in recent years, so even if they don't go out to work, they still have some spare money. Yang Dongxu doesn't want them to get addicted to gambling.

"Don't worry, we only sell quails and don't gamble." Xiao Tao smiled and lit a cigarette, waved to Yang Dongxu, and several people pulled the net to the red taro field outside the village. If you are lucky at this point, you may be able to catch wild rabbits and pheasants to have a snack.

After walking for about ten minutes, we arrived at the Yang family's pig farm because we were afraid of affecting the life of the village. So the pig farm was chosen to be more than a thousand meters away from the village in a mortar field. Such land does not grow crops. In the past, it was basically abandoned and no one wanted it, so Yang's father went to the township to approve a note and rented this piece of land.

A thirty-year contract was signed at once, two thousand yuan a year, and more than four hundred acres of mortar land, less than 50 yuan per acre, which is very cost-effective. At present, two pig farms have been built here, occupying more than 20 acres of land, and many are vacant.

Walking into the pig farm, although Yang Dongxu has tried his best to spend money to make the pig farm more modern. But the taste is still not very good, but barely OK.

Although he is already rich, he can buy the whole pig farm with just a fraction of his money. But looking at the pigs waiting to be slaughtered, he is still very happy and at ease. This kind of down-to-earth feeling is very direct, which is not comparable to the deposits in the bank.

The two pig farms now have more than ten people to help, and two big wolfhounds are fed in the yard. The authentic black back is a police dog that my grandfather bought after running several times in the city and spending a lot of money. It is very vigilant and obedient, and it is very safe when the big iron gate is closed at night. But even so, there are usually four people taking turns to guard here at night.

"Who do we sell our pigs to now?" Yang Dongxu asked.

"The slaughterhouse in the city sends a truck to pick up the pigs when they are ready for sale. But I have asked them. If we deliver them ourselves, they will give us an extra 10 yuan subsidy for each pig. We have more than 100 pigs for sale this time. When we buy our truck, we can make more than 1,000 yuan just by pulling pigs." The uncle said excitedly.

Looking at the excited uncle, Yang Dongxu did not pour cold water on him. It is a lot to make more than 1,000 yuan at once, but the uncle obviously did not think that a large truck would cost at least 100,000 yuan, and a better one would cost 200,000 yuan.

Let alone more than 100 pigs, you have to ask for help to load them onto the truck. Even if the villagers come to help for free, it will cost at least 200 to 300 yuan to give them cigarettes and alcohol, or treat them to a meal. Add the money for fuel, and it will be good to get 600 to 700 yuan in the end. This does not include the wear and tear of the truck and the labor costs of the family.

"How much does the slaughterhouse give per pound?"

"It was 2.9 yuan in the first half of the year, and now it has to be 3.1 yuan at least. Everything has been rising recently. The price of pork on the street has risen, and there is no reason why the price of large pigs should not rise. When I go to see the car tomorrow, I will go over and ask. If it is less, we will not sell it." The uncle said confidently.

Although every family in the countryside raises pigs now, each family can only raise two pigs a year at most, which cannot meet the market demand at all. Some time ago, some butchers in the city's meat stalls could not get meat from the slaughterhouse, so they came directly to the door and gave an extra 20 cents per pound to supply for a long time. But because they had agreed with the slaughterhouse, they did not sell individually.

So if the slaughterhouse dares to lower the price, the Yang family's large pigs will not have trouble selling. Therefore, Shengli is naturally confident in what he says. Of course, if the slaughterhouse gives the price, even if it is half a cent or a dime cheaper. It is better to sell it to the slaughterhouse. After all, you can take all the meat you have sold, and there is no other trouble to worry about.

"What are you going to do with the wasteland outside? Didn't you say you were going to raise chickens before? Why are they still lying there?" Yang Dongxu asked.

"Wasn't it your idea to raise chickens at first? We thought it was a good idea too. But who knew it would be so troublesome to set up a pig farm? It took so long to get it sorted out, so there was no time to do anything else. If I had known, I would have rented the land for our pig farm first, and then rented other land, and paid for one or two years of rent for free." Yang's father said with some distress.

Now the business at the Yang family market has basically stopped, and everyone is at the pig farm, so they can barely keep busy. As for Yang Dongxu's suggestion to hire more people, they directly rejected it.

How much money can a wasteland earn in one or two years? How much is the monthly salary of hiring so many people? How much is it in one or two years? With this calculation, let the land lie there. As for the possible income from raising chickens in advance, the chickens haven't been seen yet, so the money naturally doesn't count.