It takes a while to eat mullet roe. This thing is quite difficult to make. It needs to be marinated with salt and pressed with things to squeeze out more moisture, and then it has to be hung up for wind and sun exposure.

However, the temperature is low this season, the light is weak, and the humidity in the air is also low, so it is indeed suitable for drying things.

Uncle Yang had dried some beef jerky and dried fruits. He had given up on the idea of ​​selling dried fruits to make money. At least he wouldn't do this work himself. He was too tiring and too inefficient, and he made all the hard-earned money.

He caught more than 2,000 kilograms of mullet in one go. Yang Shubao loaded it with a pickup truck, sprinkled a lot of ice inside, and then took the dried fruit he had dried to the mulberry farm.

The originally neat and clean farm is now in a messy way. The Sanren are tilted around inside, and many people are dizzy in broad daylight.

Yang Shubao has nothing to say about this. Poor people must have something hateful. The words of his ancestors are really good.

However, the Sanren respected him very much. When he saw him driving in, a large group of children waved their arms and chased the car, shouting hard in the back in broken Chinese: "Zhong Guo's bowl is broken! You are short!"

Yang Shubao poked his head out of the car window and shouted, "I'm not a tourist, no gift!"

The children laughed, changed their mouths and started shouting: "Yang Bowl Broken! The nest is short and the Yang!"

Yang Shubao also smiled helplessly. He took out a large bag of dried fruits he brought and gave each of them a handful of dried fruits.

A child chewed the dried fruit and asked, "Uncle Yang, do you have any milk candy?"

Uncle Yang said: "Yes, milk candy is some, but the dried fruits brought by Uncle Yang are rare. This is a very precious food. Is it delicious?"

The child grinned and said, "It's delicious, but it's not as good as milk candy, it's so sour."

The mulberry people have extremely low tolerance for sour taste, which may be related to their inability to contact with sour taste in most cases. After all, they usually live in desert areas where there are not many fruits.

Kurutantan and Harakatantan were talking about something, and after seeing him get out of the car, he waved at him happily.

Yang Shubao walked along the way, and the Sang people around him smiled kindly. They were still very grateful to Lao Yang, thanks to the propaganda of the tribe chief and elder. They greatly praised everything Yang Shubao did for the Sang people. The Sang people are not a nation that does not know how to be grateful, and they are very grateful to him.

This is much better than the black people in the slums.

After walking to the two of them, Yang Shubao handed them some dried fruits and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Harakatantan patted his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly to him, then said, "We are talking about pulling the wires again. Now we have some money and we should bring the electricity back."

After eating a dried mango, Kurutantan nodded: "The taste is great, the mango taste is unparalleled and the sweetness is strong. Did you make it yourself? I bet that tourists will like this dried fruit."

This is professional vision.

Kurutantan still has a clear understanding of the outside world, and he can see its economic value from a piece of dried fruit at once.

Therefore, it is correct to make the Sangren tribe want him to be the chief in the future. Yang Shubao estimated that Kurutan could lead the tribe forward a lot after he came to power, and it is inevitable that a qualitative transformation would occur.

Yang Shubao said: "It was indeed made by me myself, but I don't plan to sell it to tourists anymore. You don't know that it takes time and energy to spread this thing. I don't have that much time and energy."

Kurutantan smiled and said, "Our tribe has time and energy."

Yang Shubao also thought about this, and he shook his head regretfully and said, "There is no suitable place in the reserve to accommodate your tribe members to work, that is to say, there is no place to dry a lot of dried fruit in my place."

Kurutantan reached out and stroked hard to the left and right, and said, "We have it on our territory."

Harakatantan also reacted and said, "Mr. Yang, let my tribe members go to your orchard to pick fruits, and then dry dried fruits here. It just so happens that many tourists come to our tribe every day, and we can sell them directly in the tribe."

Yang Shubao said tactfully: "Maybe you can dry dried fruits in your tribe, but as for the sales location, it is better to choose my protection area or intersection."

The farm is now full of excrement, and he is a little untrustworthy about hygiene.

The tourists are even more convinced that they are willing to come here to travel, just to see the lifestyle of the most primitive tribes in South Africa, and even don’t want to eat here.

Kurutantan said: "Then let's make dried fruits in our tribe. We go to pick fruits, and we come to dry fruits. You only need to provide the fruits and be responsible for the sales, and then earn us 50% or 50 cents. How about it?"

Yang Shubao laughed and said, "Buddha, you are such a clever one. I provide raw materials and I am responsible for the sales. Then I can only get half of the income?"

Kurutan said frankly: "Yang, you don't actually have any attachment to these incomes, otherwise how could you refuse this road to wealth? But our tribe's day is too difficult and there are too many places that require money, so please help us in this matter."

Uncle Yang said, "Since you said that, it would be too unfavorable if I don't help. Let's try it if I dry one thousand kilograms of fruit every day?"

"Try it, I bet it will work." Kurutantan said happily.

One thousand kilograms of fruit are not small, but for the huge orchard that has expanded to fifteen square kilometers today, it is really a drop in the bucket.

To be honest, Lao Yang doesn’t really want to cooperate with Sangren.

He was willing to pay some money to sponsor Sangren, but the cooperation was not very reliable, and he was afraid that these people would be bad.

Dried fruits and dried fruits are foods, and this thing must be hygienic. If there is a problem with hygiene, it will cause food poisoning, and its reserve will encounter a lot of trouble.

But the Sang people do need a long-term income to support tribal development, and drying dried fruits is really a good way.

If they could ensure hygiene, Yang Shubao would be happy to cooperate with them. There are too many fruits in the orchard and animals cannot eat them, but they can't sell them on the street, resulting in a large amount of fruit rotting and wasting.

It is different if it is converted into dried fruit and dried fruit. This thing is easy to store, the price is high, and the profit is very high.

He said to Kurutantan: "We need specific planning for this matter. Now, you can arrange a few people to unload the truck. I brought you a truck of fish, all of which are fresh fish. You can stew the soup or roast it."

Dozens of mulberry people were already surrounding the pickup truck, and several teenagers got mullets and were researching them over and over again.

Seeing Yang Shubao, Kurutantan and others coming, the young men put the fish back and ran away quickly.

Kurutantan waved and said, "Don't run away, go and remove the fish, and divide it into two parts. We will eat some of them today and some of them dry, and eat them when there is a shortage of food in the future."

When many people heard this, they immediately smiled.

Seeing this, Yang Shubao was quite sad. This race has not solved the problem of eating a full meal so far. There are not many fat people in the entire tribe, and there are several fat people who are still edema.
Chapter completed!