Chapter 1693: Chapter 1550: Wu Lei’s Plan
Wu Lei not only got up, but really has future plans.
This year, he tried breeding for the first ti, listened to advice, and only raised 10 cows.
Judging by the current high price of free-range cattle, the listing price should be around 17 yuan. All the cows at ho are selected for good breeds, with a high at yield. Although the free-range thod leads to fewer pounds on the scale than penned cattle, they generally weigh around 800 pounds.
These young bulls are not cost-effective for breeders, but for Zhang Chen, who runs a chain supermarket, they are perfect!
He had already told his good pal that the price per pound of young bulls could be lifted by two yuan.
That way, if the market doesn’t go wrong by the end of the year, the price per unit of five young bulls could reach near 20 yuan. Just this half of the bulls, he can pocket 80 thousand yuan!
This amount of money is just enough to live in the city.
But in the hotown, there is vast land with wild grass everywhere. Precision feeding, Chen Xi will provide, including treatnt, slaughter, and delivery—biggest expenses lie in these areas.
Calculating it all, deducting the cost of the calves, he can net at least fifty thousand yuan this year.
That’s partly because Song Tan’s calves are more expensive.
Yet, with more costly calves, everyone says the beef quality will surely be higher. Zhang Chen even pounded his chest with a guarantee, absolutely pricing by quality—
In fact, Boss Chang told him if selling, the release price would not be less than 30 yuan per pound. After all, he doesn’t lack wealthy clients, he lacks clients who can’t find good quality.
In summary!
Wu Lei confidently said: "If things go well, I’ll raise 20 more next year, gradually—anyway, free-range cattle grow slowly, and can grow steadily for two to three years. If the market really isn’t good, I won’t sell them yet."
These plans naturally have many assumptions, but coming from the single-minded Wu Lei, Song Tan felt it was quite an improvent.
Because of this, she nodded: "Then when the rice and corn are harvested, I’ll ask you to co over and take so more straw."
Having grown rice before, Wu Lei is no longer the sa as he was before, and he pounded his chest and promised: "Tell
in advance, when the ti cos, my dad will stay ho to watch the cows, and I will co and help you."
Thinking about it, he started to mutter again: "Lingling will also graduate this year? Is she bringing her boyfriend ho again for this vacation?"
Once bitten by the snake, Wu Lei was now cautious well ahead: "If she does bring him ho, I’ll take her to the fields, you let him cut the rice himself, and give him a test."
Song Tan thought: What true love asks you to cut rice?
Besides, Wu Ling could, at the mont of breaking up, precisely state how much less money she earned from dating—complete with decimals!
Viewing money as a lifeline, where would she dare to spare money for dating again this year?
Thinking of this, Song Tan beca a bit guilty: If this goes on, and Wu Ling doesn’t find a partner in the next two years, wouldn’t the aunt at her mother’s side get anxious again?
...
The end of May ca quickly.
Far away in Qin City, Mr. Yang combed his hair neatly early in the morning, striving to dress decently, but clearly failing.
As the wheat harvest season approached, his company recently landed a new large harvester, and he followed the farm experints from one farm to another, and now his face was tanned dark.
His wife ca downstairs leisurely, seeing him standing in front of the mirror with a deep sigh, she couldn’t help but laugh: "Stop grooming that face of yours, when you’re back from this trip, check on our son. That brat never cos ho during his vacation."
Mr. Yang was not happy to hear this: "Even if he did co ho, he wouldn’t see us. I’ve been busy traveling, and aren’t you also at the critical mont of your business?"
That was true.
Mr. Yang’s wife took a slow deep breath: "Originally, the child had booked a hostay for
to go for a while. Now May is already over, and I still haven’t managed to go."
"No problem."
Mr. Yang obviously missed that nice place too, and couldn’t help but describe it: "When the child is about to start school, I’ll find so ti and we’ll go live there for a few days. I heard in sumr the fruits are more abundant and tastier—plus there’s my fishing rod. Let
tell you, this ti I’ll personally catch fish for you to taste, I promise you’ll eat it and not want to leave."
Mr. Yang’s wife was originally going to say sothing, but considering Mr. Yang only had this one hobby his whole life...
Fine, fishing was good enough.
She held the invitation on the table, flipping it over and over, and laughed: "Even drinking has beco so elegant now, if you didn’t know you’d think you were invited to a tea tasting."
"Indeed." Mr. Yang said: "They sent us a ssage, roughly explained the routine, said in the afternoon you enter the tasting eting, first sip so tea, have so fruits and snacks, and only in the evening are there drinks."
"This tea was specifically sent back by the child, about two pounds, did you unseal it?"
Mr. Yang’s wife snapped grumpily: "Unseal it or not? I’ve been so busy lately, relying on coffee to keep awake, where’s the ti to fiddle with the gift box at ho."
Mr. Yang was helpless.
Because not only his wife, he didn’t have ti either.
Working with these things in the fields, the tea he drank was all prepared by his assistant, depending entirely on the farm’s daily provisions.
He looked at the invitation again, and it indeed seed extrely elegant.
To be honest, they who were in industrial machinery, weren’t interested in these fancy things,
But this invitation was repeatedly urged by Yang Zhengxi, to ensure Mr. Yang attended to try it, saying truthfully that this was wine from Qiao Qiao’s ho...
Since that’s the case, Mr. Yang was prepared to go.
Before leaving, he looked at his wife again and suddenly asked: "You can fly back overnight. Anyway, there are two invitations, how about going together and checking it out, just treat it as a break?"
His wife gave him a quick glance, thinking that Boss Chang, a grown man, knew nothing!
Could you relax at such an occasion? She would have to do makeup imdiately.
But since it was the son who heavily recomnded it, today it was right here...
"Let’s go!"
She hastily ran upstairs: "Give
an hour!"
Mr. Yang checked the ti, smiled: "The flight is in 3 hours, no rush."
...
Similar to Boss Chang, getting ready to head out, there was also blogger Taohua.
Taohua wasn’t originally called Taohua, but after she once made peach blossom fresh flower pastries that went viral, she decisively changed her na.
That batch of flower cakes used ingredients from Qiaoqiao’s ho, and the video at the ti gained so traction.
But she never expected that, as a food blogger, she didn’t beco famous for the food, but by completely indulging during a live stream, eating the flower cake piece by piece, until she finished a whole pot of it clean!
The most important thing was that after gorging on the flower cakes, she felt bloated and then opened the sample packets she had bought to make tea...
Well!
The gaps left by the flower cake were filled with tea.
Only then did Taohua rember the live stream.
She noticed that the viewer count had grown so much, she couldn’t bring herself to end it yet. However, barely having thought of a the and ready to chat about attracting fans, her stomach gurgled...
That day, all the fans in the live stream witnessed her moving to the bathroom.
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