Chapter 2097: Chapter 1804: Boss Dafeng’s Livestock Challenges
Song Tan didn’t ask how Wu Lei’s thinking was going, and after another truckload of corn was loaded, she went with it to the suburban feed factory.
Before she even arrived, Wu Lei’s call surprisingly ca back so quickly:
"Tantan, I’ve decided. Didn’t you say that it might rain for a month or two? Then I’ll take two months’ worth of forage for now."
"I’ll transfer the money to your account."
It was rather unusual, had her cousin now beco so decisive in his decision-making? Could it be that her uncle and aunt had suddenly beco enlightened?
Song Tan was sowhat surprised, but not too surprised, and promptly replied:
"Alright then, when I head back this afternoon, I’ll have the feed delivered to you first."
Her cousin asking for two months’ worth of silage was actually a bit much, but since it needed ferntation ti and wouldn’t spoil temporarily, preparing it in advance was the right choice.
After all, in the beginning, the cattle still had dry feed and concentrated feed to go with, so they wouldn’t go hungry.
It was just that, his decisiveness didn’t quite match her uncle and aunt’s style.
In business, thinking about cost savings isn’t wrong.
For example, her uncle and aunt were the most conservative. If it weren’t for Wu Lei raising cattle with affection and insisting on giving the cattle better forage, they wouldn’t have started ordering from Song Tan.
Even if the forage was good, how could it cost 1500 per ton? And as for the regular market price of 480?
That simply wouldn’t do.
The couple would rather gather grass every day.
Of course, after a while, they quieted down.
There truly were plenty of wastelands with lots of wild grass, but the wild grass gathered had all sorts of things, requiring a round of sorting every ti, fearing the cattle might consu so poisonous grass.
Feeding one or two cattle like that daily and taking so ti to work through it was manageable.
But at that ti, they were just starting with over ten cattle and couldn’t even tend to their vegetable patch, every day cutting, picking, and preparing grass...
Once they had so downti, they had to seize the opportunity to gather more for making silage, surrounded by all kinds of green grass when opening or closing their eyes, they simply couldn’t keep up.
Eventually, with gritted teeth, when they were ready to make silage, they had also learned about it – but this stuff wasn’t particularly technical—
The forage was suitable, the machines were suitable, one could do it at ho.
To save money, the couple pondered doing it themselves.
Gathered grass was taken to others for crushing, using big plastic bags for packaging themselves, seemingly simple and successful without much cost.
As a result, when opened a month later, due to high moisture content and insufficient sealing, more than half turned black, rotten, and slly...
A complete waste of effort.
A few bags that dried for too long resulted in too much moisture loss, making them unsuccessful as well.
The few bags with a faint sour aroma that finally succeeded were hastily fed to the cattle.
After two months of consumption, the cattle didn’t gain any weight.
Upon consulting experts, they were told that such wild grass silage lacked a proper ratio, was not nutritious enough, and had low protein content.
Cattle eating only this was akin to people just drinking porridge, how could they grow healthy?
Well! The couple, being from a small family with a small-scale business, dared not be ambitious, hence tried every thod to save money, but ended up wasting several months’ efforts.
Realizing their mistakes, the couple decided not to interfere in their child’s business anymore.
To put it this way, they used to look down on their son’s way of doing things, thinking he was sowhat careless with money.
Now, it seed that they were the ones out of touch with the tis.
Nonetheless, Song Tan could empathize with them.
The younger generation of their ti basically hadn’t done any fieldwork, but she still rembered the scenes of her parents transplanting seedlings, harvesting rice, cutting trees, and chopping firewood when she was young.
Those truly were endless toil in the scorching sumr and freezing winter.
Only those who have earned money with hardship would spend it sparingly; only those who truly experienced tough days would be reluctant over every tiny expense in life.
By this ti, Dafeng Feed Factory had been reached.
Dafeng Feed Factory had quite a grand na, but its scale wasn’t large.
The boss’s own herd had less than a hundred cattle, and they were all pen-fed.
This kind of pen-feeding restricted the cattle’s movent; they either ate or stayed within a limited space every day, gaining weight quickly, and being sent for slaughter batch by batch.
In comparison, the farming thod was stable, being a widely applied farming model in the country today.
Of course, in this farming model, to ensure the cattle grow well, the ratio of roughage to concentrate feed was particularly important, and silage was indispensable.
Therefore, the boss, after calculating the costs, built another such factory.
Whether it was silage or dry forage, doing it himself was always more cost-effective— after all, the land in the town was cheap to rent, and the cost of feed machinery was limited.
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