Chapter 616 Rice Beating
When Zhang An came to the rice beating room, he found that there were many people inside.
I immediately frowned and thought to myself that it was bad. If there was a queue, how long would it take to queue up?
But the next second, the owner of the rice shop had noticed him and took the initiative to say hello.
“I’m here to thresh rice again today, little brother Zhang.”
Although he has to face many customers who come to thresh rice every day, the owner of the rice threshing room is very impressed by Zhang An.
Because usually other people come to thresh rice, and most of them only weigh one or two hundred kilograms at most. If they thresh less, they will be paid for free. If they thresh too much, it will be too easy for rice bugs to grow.
Even if it encounters red and white, it will only weigh five or six hundred pounds at most.
But Zhang An, a young man, always starts with two carts every time he comes here, and he has to haul at least two to three thousand kilograms of millet.
Although their family is the largest rice mill near the county town, Zhang An can definitely be said to be their larger customer.
"Yes, Boss Wang, but I see there are a lot of people still waiting. How long will it take to wait?"
I have been here several times to pick up rice. Zhang An and this boss It’s considered acquaintance.
His name is Wang Xiang. He is a middle-aged man in his forties who is between the city and the mountains. He is slightly older than Zhang An's father.
Boss Wang looked outside and saw the familiar pickup truck parked outside with a load of grain.
“It’s going to be the same today, so I definitely can’t keep you waiting. I recently installed a large-scale machine. The rice produced is very pure and there are very few broken rice. I can help you grind it right away.”
Seeing that Zhang An didn't want to wait for time, he pointed to the innermost part of the rice house and said.
"Oh? That's great. Can the car drive in directly?"
Zhang An immediately became very happy when he heard that he didn't have to queue and could directly turn on the phone to make rice.
“This may not work well. The unit is too far inside, and your pickup truck probably won’t be able to get in. But I have a pallet truck here, and I can use the pallet truck to push the grain in.”
Hearing this, Boss Wang immediately shook his head.
If it were these units outside, it would not be a problem to drive in for loading and unloading, but it would be impossible to drive inside.
"In that case, let's push it in with a trolley without delaying anything."
Zhang An took a look and found that the distance from the gate to the unit inside was not that far. , it won’t take much time.
"Brother Zhang, please wait here for a minute while I push the cart out."
After Wang Xiang said hello to Zhang An, he turned around and walked inside.
Not long after, he pulled a cart out, followed by two women.
Originally Zhang An thought that Wang Xiang called the two women to come out to help unload the truck, but halfway through, the two women went to the unit where the rice was being threshed and pulled Wang Xiang's two sons. Replaced it.
Zhang An suddenly felt that this was more normal. Although women in ordinary families nowadays are not delicate ladies and can hold up half the sky, but if they really want to help unload cars and carry big bags, Zhang An really couldn't bear to look like this.
“Hey, it’s a bit too much this time. It looks like this truck contains at least two thousand kilograms of millet.”
When he came outside, Wang Xiang took a look at Zhang An’s pickup truck. The bucket was full and tied with ropes. This was no more than what Zhang An had packed in the previous times.
"Haha, I only plan to carry out so much this time. It's not worth loading two cars, so I brought one car over."
Although the load of Zhang An's car is 0.875T, which is 1,700 tons Many pounds.
But it can be easily pulled with more than 2,000 kilograms in the car, and it can be pulled with more.
Because this car was bought by Chen Ze, sometimes money can really do a lot of impossible things.
Finally, two years after Zhang An drove it himself, he realized that its power was not what it said on the label.
As the saying goes, the power is unknown, and when strong, you will be strong. Pulling a two thousand kilogram cargo is easy.
Wang Xiang just chatted for a few words and then started to prepare to unload the truck.
With his two sons and Zhang An, there were four people in total, and the unloading speed was quite fast. It took three or four carts to push all the millet inside.
A total of two thousand and eighty-nine pounds. Because Zhang An was a regular customer, Wang Xiang generously gave him a fraction of the eighty-nine pounds.
When the rice was being threshed, Zhang An squatted at the rice outlet to observe carefully.
Finally, I found that, as Wang Xiang said, the rice produced by this unit is quite pure, and there are not many broken rice.
In this way, the long time spent tinkering with the cart was not in vain.
After all, the taste of rice cooked with broken rice is much different from that of pure rice, and the price will be reduced a lot. As a normal person, who would not want to get less broken rice.
Of course, if you are making wine, it is better to choose broken rice.
"Brother Zhang An, how is your chicken blood rice harvest this year? I heard people say that your Hongyan Town has a bumper harvest this year."
While beating rice , Wang Xiang was chatting with Zhang An while feeding millet to the feed port.
Zhang An’s chicken blood rice is absolutely fascinating in Wang Xiang’s eyes.
Because every time Zhang An finished packing rice and left, he could still pack some away from the crew, but not much, just less than one catty or two catties each time.
But it was enough for their family to eat for two meals. After tasting it, they still didn’t know the quality of the rice.
So this time he planned to have a showdown with Zhang An and directly ask for the purchase. On the one hand, he would eat it for himself, and on the other hand, he had his own ideas.
"It's not bad. God has given everyone a bite to eat this year. The harvest is not bad."
This year's harvest is not just good, it is a bumper harvest, but Zhang An just smiled and said modestly.
"That's it. Brother, I think your rice is really good. I want to buy some from you. What do you think?"
Looked at Zhang Seeing An's expression, Wang Xiang immediately understood that the Zhang An family's millet harvest would be good this year, and he immediately said solemnly.
As soon as Zhang Angang heard what Wang Xiang said, he immediately wondered how it was so easy for him to buy his own millet.
But then I realized that Boss Wang must be working on his own rice business.
After all, it is not cost-effective to open such a large rice-threshing room and just wait for people to come and thresh rice every day.
He could collect some of the millet himself, beat it into rice and sell it. Even if it was sold to a rice factory in the worst condition, he would still make a profit.
“Thank you in advance for Boss Wang’s kindness, but no matter how good the harvest is, my family’s harvest of millet every year is not enough to supply, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to do Boss Wang’s business.”
Don't even think about it, Zhang An will not agree to this Boss Wang.
Their millet is not enough just to sell to the tenants of Dongli Courtyard, so how can they sell it to others.
"Don't, the price is easy to negotiate, I will definitely satisfy you, Brother Zhang An."
Seeing Zhang An's refusal without any hesitation, Boss Wang quickly spoke, trying to use He offered a high price to persuade Zhang An.
“Boss Wang, it’s not that I don’t agree with you, it’s just that I don’t have enough here. Do you know how much I can sell this rice for per pound?”
Seeing Wang Xiang continued to pester, Zhang An planned to make him give up.
“How much?” Wang Xiang naturally didn’t know and asked Zhang An.
“Three yuan a pound, and the supply is still in short supply.”
This is not Zhang An bragging, he sold it to the tenants in Dongli Courtyard at this price.
"How much? Is this impossible?"
When Wang Xiang heard the price, he asked with disbelief.
Due to the heavy rains that lasted for more than half a month, the price of rice surged a lot last year, once soaring to a high of one dollar, three or four dollars.
However, it has recovered this year. Normally, the unit price will be between 80 cents and 1 yuan.
Now Zhang An said that the chicken blood rice costs three yuan per pound, which is equivalent to three times that of ordinary rice, which is completely beyond his expectation.
"I don't have to lie to you. After all, you know how much rice I have to hit every year, Boss Wang."
Seeing the stunned Wang Xiang, Zhang An shook his head and said.
He understood very well how Wang Xiang was feeling at the moment. If he said this, few people would believe it.
But the fact is that the right time, the right place and the right people are all on Zhang An's side.
If you go to the rice market, there won’t be such a good price in another two years.
But Changqing Village is fine. After all, the tenants in Dongli Courtyard are all wealthy owners.
"It's not that, it's just the first time I've heard such an exaggerated thing."
Wang Xiang smiled slightly embarrassedly, and now he stopped telling Zhang An about harvesting millet.
Actually, there are still a lot of chicken blood rice growing in Zhang An’s space, because he would run in and plant a crop from time to time.
But he never thought about selling it, especially to a grain dealer.
After all, the chicken blood rice in the space is much better than the ones grown outside, so he can't possibly waste it.
Even if one day he is happy, it is better to use it to give back to the folks in Dongli Yard than to sell it to others.
"Not bad, not bad. This big unit is very fast."
An hour later, all the two thousand kilograms of millet were beaten. Zhang An was very satisfied and thought that he would spend a lot less if he came back in the future. time.
"Hey, this is the largest unit in our county. It can weigh two thousand kilograms an hour. Speaking of Zhang An, I can't buy millet. You have to sell me the rice bran."
Failed to buy millet, Wang Xiang decided to invest in hundreds of kilograms of red rice bran.
"Boss Wang, this is really not possible. My family raises hundreds of chickens, more than 30 sheep, and more than a dozen deer. This little rice bran is really not enough for several days."
Wang Fang had given instructions before coming here. They need to take the rice bran back. Now that their family doesn't grow much corn, this rice bran has become the main feed for Wang Fang's livestock in autumn and winter. He usually has to go to Zhang Xinmin's house to collect it from the villagers, and Zhang An doesn't know how to sell it.
"Ah..."
Wang Xiang's eyes widened. He had only thought that Zhang An's family had more fields before, but he never thought that Zhang An's family was actually a family with more fields. Big breeder.
Well, nothing can be discussed now.
Fortunately, for two thousand kilograms of millet, I can still receive a good amount of rice harvesting money, which is a little comfort to Wang Xiang.
In the evening, it was only six or seven o'clock, not long after dinner, Grandma Yu came to the door on time.
“I’m here to buy rice, damn Zhang An.”
Grandma Yu said to Wang Fang with a smile while holding a few bags containing rice.
The most important thing is that not only her family came, but her two neighbors also came.
It was better now. Half of the more than 1,000 kilograms of rice that Zhang Anbai had just brought back was lost when the three of them arrived.
But fortunately, this car is enough for the time being. If I take a taxi another day, it will be almost enough.
After the rice was weighed and paid, Zhang An helped them deliver the rice to their door.
After all, all the people here are old men and old ladies. It would really cost them their lives to let them take it by themselves.
"Xiao An, you said our family is still crying rapeseed if we plant large rapeseed in the field this year."
After Zhang An returned home, Wang Fang began to discuss the planting of winter rapeseed this season. .
"Mom, why don't we plant winter rapeseed? It has to be harvested several times and it's troublesome to harvest. Let's just plant garlic instead this year."
Zhang An didn't like rapeseed as sincerely as millet. After all, rapeseed was not a staple food like millet, and could only be sold except for its oil.
The method of selling money is not necessary for Zhang An's family, and the only use is to extract oil.
However, his usual eating habits are mainly based on lard. Rapeseed oil is not a big deal all year round. It is already amazing if he can use it for twenty or thirty kilograms, so he is not interested in rapeseed. Too cold.
"Is it really feasible to grow garlic? This year's garlic only costs 50 cents a pound, and it may not be easy to predict next year."
As soon as Wang Fang heard his son talk about his plan, he began to think about the feasibility of growing garlic.
“I think it’s good to grow garlic. Look, Mom, if you plant this garlic, you can sell garlic seedlings in winter, garlic sprouts after the New Year, and finally garlic. The prices of garlic sprouts and garlic sprouts are the same. It’s not cheap, it’s not as practical as growing rapeseed, and it’s much easier to take care of.”
In rural areas these days, people still focus on the concept of planting rice in the spring and planting rapeseed in the autumn.
Zhang An’s idea of growing garlic came from the villages of later generations.
At that time, most families in the village no longer grew rapeseed in winter, and they all grew garlic. After one season, the trouble was less than that of rapeseed, and the income was higher than that of rapeseed.
“But we have so much farmland, do we really want to use it all to grow garlic? Will we sell it by then?”
Wang Fang is not someone who doesn’t know how to settle accounts. After hearing what his son said, Immediately something came to mind.
But because there are too many fields at home, she is worried about sales.
After all, there are people who come to harvest rapeseed, but garlic can only be sold by yourself.
"Mom, this is not a problem at all. Whether it is garlic seedlings or garlic sprouts, I will ask Ding Yi to collect them when the time comes."
With Ding Yi's supermarket here, Zhang An has never worried about sales problems. Even if he didn't go to Ding Yi, Ding Yi would have to go somewhere else to acquire it.
After all, based on local eating habits, whether it is garlic cloves, garlic sprouts or green onions, they are the main condiments. Especially in winter, hot pot is indispensable for every meal. Without it, the taste will be poor.
It is impossible for a living area as big as his supermarket to be without these kinds of things.
This was the same idea Zhang An had when he asked Ding Yi to go to the supermarket.
"Then prepare garlic seeds in the next two days and try to plant them as early as possible."
Seeing that his son has thought about it, Wang Fang has nothing to worry about.
(End of this chapter)