Chapter 464: The King Scorpion

Dawangzhuang is located south of Daqingshan Commune, less than ten miles away from the commune. Except for a few large ponds, the rest are farmland, mainly based on farming.

After the land was divided into households, the grain output became higher and higher, and everyone quickly got rid of poverty, but they had not yet reached the point of getting rich. After all, these are two completely different concepts, although they are often linked together.

It is precisely because of this that after the militia company commander Wang Jiafu went to Kaoshantun to obtain scriptures, he decided to develop the scorpion-raising industry.

That morning, the villagers of Dawangzhuang suddenly saw a group of big carriages coming. In the front was a tall horse, with a fat white man sitting upright. When they saw him, they reminded people of a riddle that was widely circulated among the people: a house with a red tent lived in it.

Behind are five or six large carriages, all of which are filled with large flower baskets, covered with tightly. This is usually used in rural areas to buy and sell pig lambs.

However, there was no sound of the little piglet coming from it. It was obvious that it was not here to collect the piglet.

Some people had already guessed that they were talking about it. Until Old Man Zhang jumped out of the carriage with awesomeness, everyone was sure: it was Shantun who came to Scorpion!

"Welcome to welcome-" Wang Jiafu trotted up, followed by a man in his forties.

After shaking hands, Wang Jiafu introduced: "This is the village chief Wang of our village, and this is the fat man from Kuoshantun - hehe, look at me, I don't know what the fat man is named."

The fat man also laughed a few times: "Just call me fat man. Now even I almost forgot what I named him. Someone called Huang Liang that day. I realized it was a greeting me."

Everyone was a farmer, and there was no barrier, so they quickly got together. Village Chief Wang asked Fatty and the others to go to the production team to rest. Fatty waved his hands repeatedly: "Do the serious business first, whoever has the scorpion farm, let's take a look first."

Wang Jiafu took Fatty and the others to his home first. The scorpion farm is three rooms in size and can raise 100,000 to 80,000 yuan. The basic structure is the same as the fat man. It seems that Old Man Zhang, the technician, is not very good, and he knows how to copy it.

"Fatty, how many scorpions will be brought this time?" Wang Jiafu looked at the big carriages on the way, his heart full of hope.

"Not too many, just 150,000 or 60,000. That day, you six people wanted to raise them, and more than 20,000 yuan for the family is enough."

Wang Jiafu scratched his head: "Later, two more families were going to maintain, and the houses were built, including Village Chief Wang, who said he wanted to take the lead."

"Haha, this is a good thing. You can only divide the eight families evenly. We can't produce too many kinds of scorpions now." The fat man felt that Village Chief Wang was good at the head, and he had a bit of the village chief's spirit.

"Then do it." Wang Jiafu didn't say anything, and then he called the person to lift the flower basket down. It was already filled with counts, and there were five thousand scorpions in a flower basket. The price had been agreed long ago, five cents per one.

When the flower basket was poured out, the scorpions were immediately covered with the ground, making people's scalp numb. But they soon got into the nest because there were too many scorpions and they couldn't check them one by one, but looking at the pile was almost the same.

After unloading the four baskets of scorpions, Wang Jiafu was still unsure: In fact, the investment was not small, the scorpion seeds were only 1,000 yuan, and building a house and building a few ponds for breeding insects, Xiaoliu also spent 2,000 yuan. The investment of 3,000 yuan was borrowed from several companies to collect them. If no one wanted this thing, he would lose all his money.

At this moment, the fat man took out a paper list and handed it over: "This is a contract, everyone will take a good look. Although we are all from the villagers, we can't do it."

Captain Wang took a contract and read it. The more he looked at the smile on his face, the more obvious it became. After hearing this, the stone in his heart fell completely.

The contract clearly states: Two years later, if Scorpion has no sales, Daqingshan Co., Ltd. will be responsible for recycling, and the price is no less than one cent. Just this one completely dispels everyone's concerns.

The fat man did this not to ask for trouble. He had long known the market conditions in this regard: the prospects of the scorpion will only get better and better, and he will make a steady profit without losing money.

Allocated all the scorpions on the carriage to each household, and nearly 8,000 yuan was added to the fat man's schoolbag. The owners of the car that came with him were secretly shocked: "Good guy, this is making money too quickly, and he almost became a ten thousand yuan household in one day."

"Now everyone believes it. We must protect the treasure pot of Daqingshan." When there were no outsiders, the fat man did not forget to provide them with ideological and political education. We must always do this work.

Everyone nodded repeatedly, the firm RMB is the best proof.

In fact, the fat man laughed in his heart: I didn’t expect that this would make money. Apart from selling wild vegetables, this is the biggest income. It seems that the scorpion farming factory should be expanded as soon as possible, otherwise there will be a little shortage of supply.

But Wang Jiafu and the others in Dawangzhuang didn't think so. Scorpions grow in the mountains and fields, so easy to catch them one by one, and there is also the danger of being stung. Five cents per person is indeed not expensive. Although the money is spent a lot, the number is also large, and it's 20,000 yuan. You can try to catch them!

Both parties are satisfied. Such a business is a happy cooperation.

It was already noon, and Wang Jiafu had already prepared the food and food and set up two tables at his home. The fat man and the others were not polite, and they would come and go there often in the future.

Sitting around the table, Old Man Zhang poked the fat man with his elbow, and looked at him. He saw a middle-aged woman wearing a flower jacket busy serving food inside and outside the house.

The fat man understood that this was probably the aunt of the Wang family that Old Man Zhang mentioned. Well, it was really good. He looked very young and kind, and he showed simple spirit.

He nodded with satisfaction, and then the fat man focused on the table. There were a lot of vegetable dishes, but most of them were green vegetables in the garden, eggplant beans, etc. The only thing with a little meaty fishy is the beans stewed bacon. The salted duck eggs were cut in half as usual, and the egg yolks were lighter in color, which did not have the red and oily feeling of Qingshan brand duck eggs.

Captain Wang picked up the wine cup: "Thank you for your support to our village. It's not worthy of tribute to the vegetarian dishes. I guess there are still members who want to raise scorpions in the future. Please give me some trouble. Come and drink one first."

The squeak immediately sounded, and the fat man put down the wine cup: "There will be a family in the future, so there is no need to be polite."

Old Man Zhang kept nodding: "Yes, one, one family!"

The fat man stepped on him under the table and signaled not to worry. It would be better to wait until the drink is almost done before mentioning it. Old Man Zhang calmed down and ate the food.

The two troughs asked each other about the situation, and as soon as the conversation opened, the wine became more and more intense. The most interesting thing about drinking wine in a wine cup is one sip, and you will drink more. Each cup is only three or five cents, and I think it’s nothing, but it’s too much to accumulate. Drinking twenty is just one pound of wine.

"If our Dawangzhuang is famous for raising scorpions in the future, everyone will be the scorpion king. I would like to give you a suggestion. The scorpion we produce in the future will be called the Dawang Scorpion. Come, let's have another one for the time being." The fat man opened his arms, and there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead. For him, he had just tasted it.

This is pretty good. Although Captain Wang was already a little confused, he still fucked another one. The fat man felt that Old Man Zhang stabbed him again, and then he cleared his throat: "Hahaha, this trip was to send scorpions, and secondly, it was also for my Uncle Zhang. He is still alone at such an age, and he wants to find a wife, so he has to take care of him. The old couple sat on the kang, drank some tea, kneaded some melon seeds, and chatted about it. How good is that? Our village is not quite there, so I wonder if there is a suitable one in Dawangzhuang?"

The aunt was adding vegetables to her. After hearing what the fat man said, her face turned a little red and she quickly went to the outer room.

Although Captain Wang drank a little too much, he always understood in his heart: "Fatty, look at how Sister Wang, who was busy working in the house just now, the children are all married and have no worries. It's not like the past two years, and it's normal for the aisle (women remarried)."

The fat man pursed his lips and smiled a few times: "That depends on what I, Uncle Zhang, means. He has high eyelids. Can't he drag it until now?"

Old Man Zhang lowered his head and said to himself: Why are my eyelids high? It turns out that no one wants to follow me at all!

Seeing that Old Man Zhang was a little disappointed at the critical moment, the fat man said again: "Uncle, what's the shame of this? He is not a girl in his seventeens and eighteen years old. He is embarrassed to say this. He is in his forties and fifties, so he has to gongs and drums in front of him. Is it okay? I'll give you a happy word."

"I'm quite old, but I'm still the first one!" Old Man Zhang is an old errand runner. He has been waiting for it for decades, so he mustered up the courage to nod: "Fatty, you can do it right--"

"Brother Jia, please hurry up and ask my aunt for advice. If you agree, let's settle the matter today." The fat man was just right.

Wang Jiafu ran out happily and soon ran back to the house happily: "My aunt said that, she listened to me, of course I have no objection!"

"Okay!" The fat man slapped: "Uncle, take out the money in your pocket and buy something for your aunt. We will set a date and get things done."

Old Man Zhang was very anxious: I only cost three yuan in my pocket, enough to buy something? Subconsciously, I touched my pocket and suddenly became bulging inside. I took it out and saw a pile of great unity.

After a moment of froze, the fat man knew that it was the fat man who sneaked it in. So he counted it and it was exactly 200 yuan, and then handed it to Wang Jiafu: "Big nephew, buy some new clothes for your aunt later-haha, I think this month is good on the 12th, and it's better to go all out this day."

The fat man pinched his fingers and couldn't hold back his smile: It's September 5th, and there's only one week left on the 12th, so this is too anxious!

"The nail is a nail, and the rivet is a rivet. Which day is good for the business?" Captain Wang also made a decision on the spot. As the village chief, he spoke very well.

"Then let's go quickly and go back to clean up the house." Old Man Zhang was a little happy, raised his butt and pulled the fat man's arm.

The fat man scratched the back of his head and thought to himself: Where do you have any house?
Chapter completed!