In fact, having said that, the environment in the mountains is very suitable for raising pigs.
Chen Ling has tasted improved versions of local beef and mutton.
That is to say, he has eaten beef and mutton that were affected by his own spiritual water and thus had a change in quality.
But I have never tasted better pork.
As a standard big foodie, he didn't expect it to be fake.
So he also wanted to raise pigs, but he couldn't stand the smell.
I was thinking that after the deer farm, cattle and sheep farms over the forest farm were built, I could raise two pigs appropriately.
As for the little sheep, he wants to play some new tricks and raise a second generation of wild boars, which is just right.
Chen Ling was also looking forward to the meat quality of this thing.
"Professor Zhao is back? Oh, Professor Zhong is back too! That's great, I'm just waiting for the second elder to write a couplet for our family!"
There was a burst of cheers from someone at the entrance of the village.
"Let Lao Zhong write for you. He is a painter and he is the best at calligraphy and painting. I have to go to Fugui's house to help prepare the New Year's Eve dinner."
Zhao Yubao was as uncoordinated and shameless as ever. Facing the enthusiastic villagers, he waved his hands, chuckled and left.
The same cannot be said for Lao Zhong. He is thin-skinned, has a good reputation, and is not very good at rejecting people.
If those who are utilitarian seek calligraphy or paintings, he can refuse without mercy.
But these simple folks can't do this.
On weekdays, he is very respectful to them. If he has something, he will send the doll to his home. He takes great care of the two families who have just moved here.
"Let's do it tonight. I'll write it for everyone tonight. Don't worry, I'll pull Lao Zhao's young man, and he won't be able to escape."
Professor Zhong gritted his teeth and said to Zhao Yubao, who had already run away.
"Fugui, why are you talking about raising pigs? Are you going to kill a pig for the New Year? If you want to kill a pig, I'll let Dahai pick the winner. We'll kill the New Year pig this afternoon."
Zhao Yubao came over and took out a note after seeing Chen Ling talking.
"I have written this all down and asked in the county town which nearby village raises the best pigs?"
"Uncle, you don't have to do this. Just find two people from our village. Those from the Lishan family, the Baoliang family, and the Baoshuan family will do."
Chen Ling didn't even look at the note. Who raised pigs around him that could compare to those in his own village?
The water and soil around Chenwangzhuang have been affected by him, and they are different from other places.
Although it will not affect the villagers, the quality of the pigs is definitely much better than in other villages because the grass is cut and the leftovers are fed to the pigs.
This goes without saying.
It's said to be a subtle influence, not that obvious, but it lasted for a year.
By the end of the year, pork has long been different from ordinary pork.
"Ah? Then I forgot about it. I also said that if it doesn't work out, let's go to Kuliu County and have a look. There are many pig farms in their county! Many of them are large white pigs!"
Zhao Yubao said regretfully.
"No, uncle, you don't know, do they all say that Dabai has more pork? Is it thick?"
"Yes, that's what they say. Besides, the big white pig looks clean. It's much fatter than the black pig. I think the meat must be more fragrant."
Zhao Yubao swallowed his saliva as he spoke. Under the influence of Chen Ling and others, the old men also began to learn to enjoy various delicacies.
When I see something delicious and think about something delicious, I can’t help but be greedy.
"They are all talking nonsense. In the afternoon, let Dahai drive to Kuliu County to cut a few kilograms of meat and compare it with the pigs here. Then you will taste it."
Chen Ling shook his head. People nowadays don't pay too much attention to things that are natural and pollution-free.
I don’t know much about hormones, feed additives and other hazards.
Still adhering to the simple thinking of the traditional Chinese nation, the bigger the food, the better, and the thicker the meat, the more delicious it will be.
In short, there are still some misunderstandings about beauty.
"Since you said so, Fugui, it definitely won't taste good, so forget it."
Zhao Yubao himself didn't know that he had actually eaten white pork in the city, but he had never experienced the pleasure of eating a whole pig, slaughtered on the spot.
"Well, according to Fugui's meaning, white pigs cannot be raised?"
The boy from the Li family quickly asked, saying that he was going to raise white pigs next year.
"It doesn't taste good, but it doesn't mean it can't be raised. It's faster to sell than native pigs, so you can get money faster, but the meat is definitely not comparable to our native pigs." Chen Ling has nothing to hide from the villagers. : "The price of pork is pretty good now. At the end of the year, it was more than five yuan, nearly six yuan a pound.
Normally, it would take a year for a native pig to grow to 200 kilograms and be ready for slaughter. Even if you carve the pig up and don't let it reproduce and just let it grow meat, it will still take a full year.
Sometimes after a year of raising it, the weight is less than 200 pounds.
This big white pig is different. It grows meat very quickly. It is fattened by feed and can be sold in about half a year.
Sometimes, even if you keep them for two months and raise them for seven or eight months, you can still see money earlier than us black native pigs.
For pig farmers, it costs only five yuan per catty to put live pigs on the bus, not to mention five yuan or six yuan, so each pig will earn an extra thousand yuan this year. ”
Each pig earns an extra thousand yuan a year, which is not a small sum for a pig farm in this day and age.
"So, can you raise large white pigs?"
When the boy heard this, he became excited again. He just got married, who doesn't want to make more money.
When I have a baby in the future, my life will be easier.
"You can raise them, but if you want to sell them for more than half a year, you have to feed them and have all kinds of trouble..."
Chen Ling told him what happened.
If you want to raise white pigs and get them out early, you have to start investing.
It is very different from the local pigs that I raise at home, waiting for the New Year to kill the pigs for meat.
Feed the native pigs you raise at home with some leftover rice, swill, some pig grass, and just feed them randomly.
If raised in dry toilets, they will usually eat fresh human feces, just like dogs.
It is not easy to grow to more than 100 pounds throughout the year.
It’s because I don’t eat enough at ordinary times and don’t gain weight.
"There is a place for feeding white pigs in the Goge Camp. It is a small place. It is said that in the first half of this year, 7,000 kilograms of grain were put in. It can make money, but it is not as profitable as you think. A pig can earn a thousand yuan. That's just making white pigs." Daydream.”
What Chen Ling was talking about was Han Chuang's father-in-law's family.
There are many factories in Huangni Town, and people there like to do small businesses. The pigeon camp is not far away. Under its influence, it became the first person to raise white pigs in eight villages within ten miles.
"I know, I know, wealth knows more."
The boy from the Big Li family nodded and muttered to himself, saying that if he raised one or two pigs, he would gain weight faster than the black pigs, and he would be satisfied if each pig could be sold for one or two hundred yuan more than the black pigs in previous years.
In this day and age, for country people, ten dollars can lead to a good year.
The pigs raised all year round, sold for an extra hundred yuan, can make a family happy for a long time.
"Okay, this guy is not greedy."
Zhao Yubao smiled as he followed Chen Ling home.
"Greedy or not, most of the folks in the village think so. They don't have the guts to invest too much."
Chen Ling has long been used to it. Without money, he has no confidence.
There are so many people in the village who want to follow his lead in raising this and that, but now none of them can do it.
It's not that he was hiding anything, even if he taught all the techniques except his own spiritual water, it would still be difficult to achieve.
The key is this issue of spending money that stops everyone.
With eyes dark, going to unknown areas and doing things without knowing the specific results, this kind of investment, just thinking about taking money out of one's own pocket feels as painful as cutting flesh.
Chen Ling didn't look down on the villagers.
I don't think they are disappointed either.
He clearly knows that once a person supports a family, he has to spend money on everything, and it is really difficult to spend too much money.
This is really poor.
So starting from the second half of the year, he didn't want to share the ornamental fish he raised with the villagers.
Because it is useless, they cannot be raised well.
I just called them to come when I encountered someone picking wild fruits or crayfish in the mountains. The site was built and labor was needed, and there was no investment.
This cannot be said to mean that he does not help his fellow villagers to make money.
Sometimes I just can’t carry it. (End of chapter)