Chapter 651 Ding Yi’s idea
That afternoon, after the sheep pen was roasted by fresh green bamboo, the next day Zhang An called his second uncle over to scrape the wall.
“Actually, I don’t think it’s necessary to scrape. I can just lay a layer of land when the time comes. Does anyone in our village scrape the walls of livestock pens?”
Zhang Jianjun was called out by Zhang An After coming over, he looked around and then spoke.
It's not that he's lazy or anything.
He simply felt that it was a waste of time and money to scrape the walls of a place used for livestock.
You must know that so far, no one in the whole village has hung a wall in the livestock pen. They are all used directly after the wall is built.
Even some villagers live in old houses that have never had their walls scraped.
Of course, except Zhang An’s family, because when their large circle was built, Li Hongbin had the wall scraped off.
Actually, Zhang Jianjun doesn’t have to say this, but he only said this because Zhang An is his nephew.
If it were any other family, he would not say this at all, and he also wished that the master wanted to do it as finely as possible, so that he could get paid for it.
"Second uncle, it's better to scrape it. There is still so much sand and cement left. It's of no use leaving it alone. If you scrape it, it will be easier to clean up later."
Zhang An thought about it. After thinking about it, I still haven't changed my mind. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry to use it now, and the materials are readily available. It only takes two days.
And he didn’t expect how good the shave would be. It didn’t have to be as troublesome as housing, which requires coarse and fine scraping. He could just scrape a layer casually.
The advantage of doing this is that it was very convenient when cleaning the sheepfold in the past. Just rinse it with water.
Zhang An's family pen has been managed in this way for the past two years. Although many animals are imprisoned, he still cleans and flushes it frequently.
As the saying goes, it is easy to move from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to move from luxury to frugality. In recent years, the livestock pen has become so clean. Now, if Zhang An is asked to adapt to the smelly and dirty livestock pen, then he will definitely It's impossible.
"Okay, let's wait until I call for people in the afternoon before we start work. Anyway, there isn't much work here, and we're not afraid of rain in the house, so we don't have to work that hard."
See you. When Zhang An insisted on scraping, Zhang Jianjun stopped trying to persuade him. He knew that his nephew had always had his own ideas.
“It’s all fine. Anyway, uncle, just watch and come.”
Of course, Zhang An had no objection to this and left it to his second uncle to make arrangements.
Although the sheepfold at home is not small, it is only a rough wall, so it is not a troublesome thing.
For skilled workers like Zhang Jianjun, only three or two people are needed, and the job can be completed in two days at most.
After finishing the matter, Zhang Jianjun left. He had to go back and prepare tools for scraping the wall.
Among other things, scaffolding needs to be prepared, after all, the wall is so high.
"Xiao An, the garlic moss in our field is ready to be smoked. Why don't we just do it in these two days? If we wait another two days, we may get old."
Both Zhang An and Zhang An As soon as she returned home, Wang Fang spoke.
As he spoke, he also raised the small handful of garlic in his hand that he had just pulled out.
She had just returned from inspecting the garlic fields, and even Xiao Siqi was still scraping the mud from the soles of her shoes in the yard.
"Is it so fast? Now that it can be smoked, mom, please find a few people to do it. I will call Ding Yi later and ask him to arrange for someone to come and pull him back. It will happen soon. It’s almost Qingming Festival, so it’s a good time.”
Hearing what his mother said, Zhang An was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect that the garlic in his field could be harvested so early.
Although in later generations, as long as it is not late garlic, the garlic that is planted normally will be harvested around the Qingming Festival.
But this is not the future generation. The one they planted this year is not an early-maturing variety developed by the later generation seed company.
It is a serious local garlic. Compared with those garlic varieties of later generations, it can definitely be said to be late garlic.
However, Zhang An did not hesitate for too long. After all, he poured some space spring water from time to time, and some ripening effects were normal.
"Okay, let's do it tomorrow. I'll find a few people in the afternoon."
Wang Fang agreed without saying a word. In this family, she is the one who specializes in hiring people to work. Responsible things.
At noon, Wang Fang used the crispy new garlic sprouts to make a plate of bacon and stir-fried garlic sprouts. She hadn’t even started eating yet, but the smell was already not too fragrant.
Actually, Zhang An didn’t like eating garlic moss very much in the past.
In the past years, when Wang Fang stir-fried garlic sprouts, he did not stir-fry the meat with it. After all, the meat in those years was a good thing that could only be eaten during the Chinese New Year.
As a result, this thing always tastes like a burst of food, but if it is fried for a long time, although it is cooked, it will taste soft and the texture will not be good.
But now it’s better. Add the bacon and fry it together. The aroma of the bacon is completely fried into the garlic moss. At the same time, the flavor of the garlic moss is also fried into the bacon. The popping smell has disappeared. , the two complement each other and are suitable for each other.
"Hey, what are you eating? It smells so good?"
When Wang Fang had just finished frying the vegetables and brought them out, Ding Yi's voice came from the door.
"Hey, you must have a dog nose, you're here neither early nor late, it's just the right time."
Seeing Ding Yi, Zhang joked with a smile.
"Go, go, go. This shows that I wash my feet well during the Chinese New Year."
Ding Yi also responded with an impatient look. The two of them have long been accustomed to joking.
"You came just in time, I'm going to call you later."
When Zhang An was serving rice, he directly served a bowl to Ding Yi.
"Oh? What's the matter?"
Ding Yi was not polite, picked up the bowl, picked up the chopsticks and started eating. In Zhang An's house, he didn't know what politeness was.
“Here, this is it.”
Zhang An pointed to the fried bacon with garlic moss placed in the middle of the table.
“The garlic moss is a bit early this year. It’s time to smoke it. We’re going to start smoking it tomorrow. You can call someone over there to get it back.”
“Ah, your family has this Did you plant the garlic so early? The garlic plants that other people planted were just beginning to be cored."
Ding Yi was also stunned when he heard this, although now he is no longer personally responsible as before. Procurement matters.
But on the way back from the city, some people still planted garlic.
The core of the garlic grown in the fields now is probably only an inch long. If you want to eat it, you may have to wait ten days and a half.
“But there’s one thing to say, it tastes really delicious, and it’s worthy of being a new garlic sprout.”
As soon as Ding said that, he took a chopstick and put it in his mouth. He took a mouthful of bacon-flavored garlic paste and took several mouthfuls of rice. It was too much to eat.
In his memory, although garlic moss is not cheap, it is not that delicious.
He couldn't figure out whether it was because he hadn't eaten it for so long or because Zhang An's garlic sprouts were delicious.
But the moment this idea came up, he killed it. Because he decisively chose the latter. After all, in the past few years, anything from the Zhang An family, whether grown or raised, is very delicious.
“It’s delicious, Xiao Ding, you can eat more of it. I pulled out some more in the morning. I’ll take it back to your mother and the others to try it later.”
Seeing Ding Yi eating so deliciously, Wang Fang smiled and said to him.
"That's good, thank you Aunt Wang."
Of course Ding Yi would not refuse. In Zhang An's house, he had long forgotten how to write the word polite.
After eating, the two came to the backyard with a pot of tea.
"I see that there are still piles of sand and cement in the yard in front. What have you been doing these two days?"
Ding Yi held the tea cup and took a few sips before asking Zhang An.
"There are more and more sheep at home, and the original pen can no longer be closed, so we built a new pen."
Ding Yi has not been back in the past two days, so Zhang An explained it to him.
“Your family grows so fast and gives birth to so many babies, and you can’t eat many of them this year. It’s weird if you don’t have many. Why don’t you kill them and sell them to me? Anyway, I have them ready. In the fresh food section, I will open a separate window for your mutton.”
When it comes to Zhang An’s sheep, no matter whether they are black goats or wild goats, Ding Yi only has a capital word for them.
Because the thing grew so fast, he once thought it was because of the feed given to it by Zhang An’s family.
It was only later that I found out that Zhang An’s family didn’t feed a single feed at all. Zhang An’s father put all the food on the mountain to graze every day.
This is nothing. What convinced him the most was the ability of those sheep to give birth.
Other people’s sheep usually give birth to one baby at most, the probability of two is smaller, and the probability of three is even smaller.
But for Zhang An's sheep, the minimum guarantee is two every time, which is as easy as eating and drinking. Even three lambs in one litter are not uncommon.
So he was not surprised at all that the number of Zhang An's sheep herd increased so quickly.
“Forget it. Although my sheep look like a lot, they are actually not much. It’s not worth it for you to open a serial port for me. In the future, I will kill two from time to time and branch out at the entrance of the village. Just a stall is enough, since there are so many people in Dongli Courtyard, there is no need to worry about not being able to sell it.”
Hearing this, Zhang An shook his head and rejected Ding Yi’s idea.
If they were slaughtered and sold in supermarkets, their sheep would be extinct in less than two days.
"That's up to you, but when you slaughter the sheep, remember to tell me in advance that your mutton is not mutton-y, and my parents quite like it."
Zhang An Ding Yi didn't care if he refused, he just mentioned it casually.
After all, his supermarket sells much more mutton in a day than the vegetable market next to it.
"By the way, you told me about that last time. I went back and did some calculations, and found that it is really feasible. Now Changqing has almost become the center of the neighborhood, almost replacing Hongyan Town. Yes, it’s just that the population is smaller.”
Afterwards, Ding Yi mentioned that Zhang An told him about opening a supermarket branch here last time.
Although Zhang An just said it casually at the time, after he returned, he really thought about it carefully and found other people to make a plan.
Although the development momentum of Changqing Village has not fully exploded this year, it is still fierce.
If Hongyan Town hadn’t laid the foundation for the past twenty years, I’m afraid it would have been overtaken like before.
And now outside Changqing Village, people from other villages are already building houses along both sides of the county road.
I believe that within two years, the edge of this county road will become more and more lively.
"It's just that in your village, the land problem is not too difficult to deal with."
Ding Yi couldn't help but sigh.
Everything is good in Changqing Village, but the land issue is not feasible.
No matter what, Zhang Jianwen is unwilling to exile any land.
No one else would be able to build a house here, let alone if he opened a supermarket, it would definitely take up a lot of space.
"It's not as difficult as you said. Look, Lao Chen has done such a big thing. If you decide, I can take you to talk to my uncle."
Although Zhang Jianwen is here He never relented, but Zhang An felt that it would be feasible to change his mind, as long as the land was not sold.
"Forget it, I am a small business, not as good as Lao Chen."
Ding shook his head when he heard this. He had already thought of everything Zhang An could think of. Passed.
"Actually, I have an idea, but I don't know if you are willing to do it."
As he said that, Ding rolled his eyes and looked at Zhang An.
"What method can you tell me?"
Seeing Ding Yi like this, Zhang An was a little unsure of what kind of medicine this man was selling.
“That’s what I think. You have so much land, and it’s all at the entrance of the village. If you don’t use such good conditions and waste so much, why don’t you give up the land, I will be responsible for paying, and we will work together. Once you do it, it will be easy for your village to say no."
Seeing Zhang An ask, Ding Yi chuckled and said.
"You guy, you've been doing this for a long time, you have your mind set on me, right?"
After hearing this, Zhang An glanced at Ding Yi angrily.
He thought this man had some idea, but he didn't expect that he was targeting him.
“Hey, you think about it carefully, or I can give you the authorization to open one by yourself.”
Seeing Zhang An like this, the look on Ding Yi’s face became more serious. Get up, he did think so.
“Forget it, you don’t know that I am most afraid of trouble. If I really had this idea, I would have taken action long ago.”
Zhang An couldn’t even think about Ding Yi’s idea. Without thinking, I refused without hesitation.
Opening a supermarket is not just a matter of words. You also have to be responsible for many troublesome things such as purchasing, shipping, and adjusting goods.
Now that he can make money lying down at home, he is still willing to deal with all these things.
"Then follow what I said before, you take care of the place, and I will be responsible for the rest."
Ding knew early on that Zhang An would not agree, so he said that later.
“Don’t think about it, for no other reason than that your family will grow up slowly in the future, so why don’t you leave something for him.”
“ Okay, please tell me more about it.”
In the end, Zhang An was convinced, just because his son loved going to supermarkets, and it was not impossible to open one in the village.
(End of this chapter)