Chapter 47 Is bran for livestock?

Author: Yunzhong Palace

Chapter 47 Is bran for livestock?

not enough!

The old butler next to him took out his abacus, fiddled for a while, shook his head and said, "Young Master."

"It's the master!"

Mr. He glared at the butler and snorted: "Call me master!"

The housekeeper hurriedly said, "Okay, young master, I will remember it next time, young master."

Mr. He: ~ Embarrassing~

The old housekeeper continued: "It is calculated based on 200,000 kilograms of pork."

"If everyone in the city comes to eat pork stewed vermicelli for seven days to provide disaster relief, then everyone will not even be able to share half a tael of pork every day."

after all.

In addition to pork, rice, noodles, vermicelli and other foods also cost money.

and.

No one will feel full of food for free, and they will inevitably receive repeated harvests and hold on to the death.

Then, let alone 200,000 kilograms, even 2 million kilograms of pork will be stolen.

"Not right!"

Mr. He scratched his head and said curiously: "Didn't the Taoist priest say that disaster relief is a way to distribute food to poor refugees who can't afford to eat? That 800,000 are permanent residents!"

As if he discovered a logical bug, Mr. He became excited: "Master, the number of refugees is only about 100,000."

"Twenty-hundred thousand kilograms of pork, about ten thousand people can get a small kilogram!"

"Plus with the staple food, they're so oily that they're eating."

Wang Xiu seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

However, the housekeeper showed helplessness and reminded: "Young Master, every time our big families provide disaster relief, the people in the city will pretend to be refugees and receive disaster relief porridge."

"If you really use big white rice, big white steamed buns, pork stewed vermicelli to help the disaster, the people of the whole city will come to take it away."

"Even if the competition is fierce, it will cause riots and cause deaths."

Hiss ~

Is there anyone like this?

Mr. He's face was full of shock: "Is it so outrageous? It's just a few kilograms of pork, as for them being so crazy!"

Obviously.

Mr. He, who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, did not understand the people's sentiment very well. Instead, his old housekeeper was quite capable and knew the sufferings of the people.

"Young Master is joking."

The housekeeper said helplessly: "Even the permanent people in Fengcheng cannot eat pork every day. Ordinary people only eat it once or twice a month."

"If the family situation is more difficult, except for the energy-saving and some meat and fish during the holidays, you can't even eat rice on weekdays."

Hiss ~

As if the door to the new world was opened, Mr. He scratched his head: "But... I have killed all the pigs, what should I do?"

Although I have raised more than 100,000 pigs, the pork purchasing power of the surrounding people is actually not strong.

As normal.

In the pig farm of Mr. He’s family, he only slaughtered three or four hundred fat pigs every day. He killed fat pigs and then raised pigs. After a year, he grew into slaughtered, forming an internal circulation.

Now that more than 2,000 large fat pigs are slaughtered in one go, if the whole city doesn’t invite people to eat pork, it will probably be difficult to sell them out in the short term.

Wang Xiu was amused and crying.

He touched his chin and murmured, "I think there is a good way here."

"housekeeper?"

"The largest rice merchant and forage merchant nearby, you should know each other!"

Mr. He was still confused.

However, the old butler nodded slightly and said, "Our He family, Zhao, Qian and Sun families are all involved in the rice business."

"As for the forage business, because our He family raises more than 100,000 pigs, the forage from several nearby cities will be given priority to our He family."

Wang Xiu nodded: "That's the case."

"I suggest that Mr. He directly use these 2,000 pork to exchange grain with the people in the city. The price is 20% off and only exchange it for brown rice."

"in this way."

"If the people in the city get cheap prices, they will naturally be good at other people's students. They will take the initiative to exchange their own brown rice for you to prevent the pork from spoiling."

Um.

If pork is exchanged for brown rice, it is indeed not difficult to digest this little pork based on the number of 800,000 people in the city.

but.

Why just exchange brown rice?

Mr. He was confused, but the housekeeper thought: "The Taoist priest is really smart. It is indeed a good idea to replace pork stewed with vermicelli with brown rice porridge."

"If brown rice porridge is used to open the shed to provide disaster relief, the cost will be many times smaller."

"There will be a lot fewer people in the city, and it should be half the price!"

In fact.

In previous years, there was a wave of refugees in Fengcheng. When the four major families joined forces to provide disaster relief, they also used brown rice porridge and added a lot of water, which was rice soup.

Not only can it save money, but it can also prevent many people from filing and wasting resources.

Unexpectedly.

This Taoist Master Wang Xiu was born in the Three Pure Immortal Sect. He is a true disciple of the Immortal Sect. He is as transcendent as a god, but he knows so much about the sufferings of the people.

It's really admirable!

Listening to the butler's admiration and looking at the admiration of Mr. He's face, Wang Xiu shook his head slowly: "If the person who mistook is only reduced by half, it is not enough."

“Far from enough!”

"Even if the 800,000 people are reduced by half, there is still a 400,000 yuan left. If you also get free rice porridge, the refugees will definitely not be able to take it."

after all.

Whether it is comparing physical fitness, connections, relationships, and helpless refugees are much weaker.

"this……"

The butler showed helpless expression on his face: "There is no way to grab it. After all, the free food, even if it is just brown rice and porridge, people will inevitably be moved."

Wang Xiu shook his head and said with a burning look: "If someone mistook the brown rice porridge, add more ingredients."

Adding ingredients?

The housekeeper was stunned: "What material do Taoist priest want to add?"

Wang Xiu said calmly: "Bran."

housekeeper:???

housekeeper:???

housekeeper:???

Mr. He:???

Mr. He:???

Mr. He:???

Brass!

Mr. He swallowed and said, "Then... isn't that the feed for our pigs?"

He exclaimed, looking at Wang Xiu with a horror on his face.

Good guy.

I originally thought that my father was already rich and unkind, but I didn’t expect that the Taoist priest from the Three Pure Immortal Sect would be even more beastly!

Add bran to the rice porridge for disaster relief?

This...this is too humiliating!

However, the old housekeeper had been reading for a few years and had a bit of culture. After pondering for a while, he slapped his thigh and said, "It's amazing! Young Master, this plan is very wonderful!"
To be continued...