Lin Sanqi loaded all the ginseng into the big truck. After everyone left, he quickly passed through the warehouse door and entered the "passage space", returning to 2023.
The preservation requirements of wild ginseng are very high. It not only needs to be sealed, but also requires constant temperature and humidity.
Another thing is that repackaging wild ginseng requires professional staff. Not even one of those ginseng roots can be dropped. If a few strands are dropped, the value of the ginseng will plummet.
It's not a big problem for the masters in Shilou Village to sort out cordyceps and shark fin abalones, but not to sort out wild ginseng.
Fortunately, Lin Sanqi is the boss, so the staff of Lingnan Hall can naturally handle the small matter of recruiting ginseng packers.
Lin Sanqi did not go to the company to patrol first, but first found her father who was supervising the decoration in Xulai Plaza:
"What, you got more than 500 wild ginseng over there?"
Lin Musen was equally excited when he heard this. As an old Chinese medicine doctor, he naturally understood the preciousness of these wild ginsengs.
"Yes, Dad, they gave me wild ginseng over there, and I have to exchange it for grain, so we have to buy a batch of grain now. And Dean Shen over there has said, try to arrange for whole grains."
Lin Musen nodded after hearing this:
"The idea is right. One pound of rice can be exchanged for four or five pounds of sweet potatoes. Originally, rice could only be eaten for one meal, but now sweet potatoes can be eaten for five meals, which is more guaranteed to fill the stomach. Then let's go to the grain and oil wholesale market now."
Pingle Grain and Oil Market.
Lin Musen and Lin Sanqi first came to their old acquaintance, Boss Zhao.
When Boss Zhao saw the Lin family and his son riding an electric three-wheeler, he happily greeted them. He didn't know about Lin Sanqi's time travel. He only knew that the Lin family's purchase of food had increased recently.
This is all to make money for him.
"Dr. Lin, Dr. Xiao Lin, are you here to purchase goods?"
Lin Sanqi jumped out of the car, pushed away the cigarette handed over by Boss Zhao and asked:
"Uncle Zhao, we want to buy some coarse grains this time. Do you have any goods here?"
"Coarse grains?"
Boss Zhao’s head is full of questions:
"I haven't heard this word in years. Haha, only when I was a child did I talk about eating whole grains. By the way, what kind of whole grains do you probably need?"
Lin Sanqi thought for a while:
"Anything like stick noodles, sorghum rice, dried sweet potatoes, millet noodles, buckwheat noodles, etc. are all fine, but rice and flour are not required."
Boss Zhao scratched his head now:
"I don't really have the coarse grains you mentioned here, but my brother-in-law's feed factory does have these things, but they are used to feed pigs and chickens. Are you sure you want them?"
When Lin Sanqi heard that it was used to feed animals, Lin Sanqi's heart suddenly felt stinging.
Suddenly, for a moment, he wanted to buy all the white rice and fragrant flour instead of paying for it himself.
But when I thought that if all I got were fine grains, if the news got out, there would definitely be no good things to eat there in 1960, so I had no choice but to give up.
But I am somewhat unwilling to do so:
"Uncle Zhao, please prepare 100 tons of rice, 100 tons of flour, and 10 tons of soybeans for me first, and send them to the Lingnan Hall warehouse in Shilou Village."
Lin Sanqi was prepared to act according to the situation. He wanted to buy coarse grains and bring fine grains with him.
When Boss Zhao heard this, his eyes were filled with red notes. This much grain was worth six to seven hundred thousand yuan, and the profit was at least about one hundred thousand yuan. The Lin family and his son were simply the gods of wealth.
He was so happy that he nodded and bowed:
"Okay, okay, I will organize the supply right away and will definitely give you the best food. As for the coarse grains you want, go, I will take you there myself."
"Let's go!"
Lin Musen and his son got into Boss Zhao's car and drove for more than an hour to a feed factory in Shiling Town, north of Huadu.
The owner of the feed factory is Yang Fu, and he is actively introducing his products at this time:
"Two bosses, you see, this is our processed corn flour, oh, yes, it is the corn flour this young boss said. It is definitely made from authentic Northeastern corn kernels, whether it is fed to pigs or Chickens are rich in nutrients. ”
Lin Sanqi picked up the golden corn flour and scratched his head. This was not the coarse grain he wanted.
Seeing Lin Sanqi's troubled look, Yang Fu thought the buyer was dissatisfied with his feed, so he tried hard to sell it:
"Boss Lin, if you want to feed pigs, you won't be able to just eat corn flour, but I have a formula here that works well. If you keep it, the pigs will gain weight.
We can use 2 pounds of cornmeal, 2 pounds of soybeans, and 2 pounds of rice bran, plus 20 grams of salt and 20 grams of baking soda. Remember this ratio, and then mix them together and fry them to ensure that the pigs eat deliciously. ”
Lin Sanqi thought to herself, are you sure this formula is for pigs? If obtained in 1960, this formula would be comparable to fine grains, and even more nutritious than fine grains.
"Boss Yang, this, this, the corn noodles I'm talking about refer to the kind of corn noodles that are ground into flour with corn kernels and cobs. We don't want this kind of pure corn flour." Boss Yang was stunned for a moment, wondering what the little boss was doing. Such a deduction? How much money do you need to save on feed?
"Boss Xiao Lin, this kind of corn noodle is too rough and nutritious. Pigs don't like to eat it. Even if the pigs eat it, they won't gain weight. It will affect the slaughter."
Lin Sanqi thought to herself, if I told you that this kind of stick noodles is for human consumption, would your jaw drop?
"It's okay, Boss Yang, just help me process a batch of these stick noodles. Process 100 tons for me first. We can discuss the price and it will definitely not reduce your profit."
Yang Fu twitched the corners of his mouth.
But for a businessman, as long as there is money to be made, no matter whether you listen to the advice or not, you can buy it back and love it to death.
"Okay, since Boss Xiaolin wants it, I will arrange for production immediately. By the way, how do you understand the millet noodles on your list?"
Boss Zhao on the side suddenly interjected:
"I know this millet noodle. It should be a kind of pasta from Shanxi. It uses wheat flour, millet flour, glutinous rice flour, and corn flour mixed in a certain proportion. It is said that the noodles made in this way are strong and delicious. Boss Xiaolin, I said Is that right? ”
Boss Zhao is a food supplier and has done some research on pasta, so he was immediately complacent about it.
Lin Sanqi felt a little embarrassed again:
"Uncle Zhao, the millet noodles I want are different from what you said. In fact, it is very simple. It turns out that when we process rice, the rice is rice and the bran is bran. They are separated. In the end, the rice is left and the rice bran is sold to the feed factory. .”
Boss Zhao and Yang Fu both nodded blankly:
"Yes, what else?"
Lin Sanqi explained at this time:
"The millet noodles I want are actually very simple. I just grind the rice or wheat directly into powder, and mix the rice flour and rice bran together."
Yang Fu thought to himself, others are fooling ghosts, but you are fooling pigs. How can pigs eat such feed?
Boss Zhao was also full of questions, so he smiled and said:
"I have heard of such millet noodles. It was in 1959 when there was a shortage of food in the country that we came up with this kind of millet noodles just to avoid wasting rice bran. I really don't know how people could eat at that time. Those who go down, I’m afraid they won’t even eat pigs now.”
Lin Sanqi thought to herself that grinding corn cobs and rice bran together into powder would be pretty good.
He had seen it in the 1960s. At that time, corn stalks, wheat straw, and rice stalks were all ground together and eaten together. There was really no waste at all.
Yang Fu asked uncertainly at this time:
"Boss Xiaolin, do you really want such feed? Are you sure the pigs want to eat it?"
Lin Sanqi nodded helplessly: "Yes, please give me 100 tons each of these stick noodles and millet noodles..."
Before Lin Sanqi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Musen:
"Qizai!"
Lin Sanqi looked up at her father and found that his face was livid and he looked very angry:
"Boss Yang, please add a certain proportion of pure corn flour and wheat flour to these corn noodles and millet noodles respectively. At least the taste should not be so unpleasant, and it should not be completely nutritious."
At this time, it was Yang Fu's turn to have questions in his mind, thinking: Isn't it so unpalatable? Do you think your family is going to take these feeds back to eat?
"Okay, okay, that's no problem, but the price will be a little more expensive."
Lin Musen said firmly: "The price is up to you, it can be more expensive."
After saying that, Lin Musen ignored his son and strode out of the factory.
Lin Sanqi didn't know what was going on with her father, so she could only smile awkwardly:
"Boss Yang, please hurry up and help with the production. You are a relative of Uncle Zhao. We can easily negotiate the price."
"Okay, no problem, I'll arrange for the birth right away."
Outside the factory, Lin Musen looked at the mountains in the distance, heard the footsteps behind him, and then whispered:
"Qizai, we have already earned enough. Not to mention all the cordyceps and tangerine peels in front of us, just the so many ginseng you brought back today have already earned us a figure that we never dared to dream of before.
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If we still bring those corn noodles and millet noodles to people in 60 years, I'm really afraid that God will rain down thunder and kill us. We can make less money, but we can't live without conscience! ”
Lin Sanqi felt a little aggrieved and explained:
"Dou Dou, it's not that I can't bear to part with good rice and flour, it's just that it's too difficult over there right now. If a large amount of fine grain appears unexpectedly, it's easy for people to target it. Then the grain will be confiscated, and everyone will have nothing to eat.
That’s why Dean Shen of that era specifically told me to buy whole grains. Although whole grains are unpalatable, the advantage is that they are plentiful. At least they can fill my stomach and prevent me from starving to death. So originally I could only exchange 100 tons of coarse grains, but I also wanted to give them 200 tons as compensation. ”
Lin Musen turned around and patted his son on the shoulder a little embarrassedly:
"I see, I'm sorry, I wronged you."
"Dad, no need, no need."
"Qizai, have you ever thought that since food was so difficult at that time, could you get large quantities of food to donate to the government and give it directly to people in need of food to help them tide over the difficulties together?"
Lin Sanqi was stunned for a moment. Will he support an entire country in a parallel world with a population of 660 million by himself?
Come on, Leshan Giant Buddha, stand up and ask Comrade Lin Musen to sit down! (End of chapter)