Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1046 - 547: Island Construction Concept_2

Chapter 1046: Chapter 547: Island Construction Concept_2

He hadn’t walked two steps on the bridge before he stopped again, "Brother Fei, where do you usually get the sand from around here?"

Yan Fei pointed with his hand, "Downstream from here, there’s a vast natural sand field, and upstream on that river, there’s also a natural large sand field. Even the East River we use for bathing, all the way to the Nan River, sand is everywhere..."

"Is it convenient for the sand trucks to drive through?" Chen Yingjun had a knack for hitting the nail on the head with his questions.

Apart from the downstream area, which was the path Yan Fei used to take to the county town and crossed a sand field, there were no roads elsewhere. Even that sand field downstream could only be heavily utilized in winter, because once the water rose slightly in summer, it turned into a river, making sand extraction impossible.

And normally when loading sand there, they would hire people to do it, first piling up the excavated sand before loading it into trucks — certainly not as efficient as a sand dredging ship that could directly transfer the sand to trucks via a mechanical conveyor belt.

Seeing that Yan Fei was silent, Chen Yingjun understood, "The flooding here isn’t severe; I think it’s just a problem of sediment accumulation in the river channels. That’s really easy to solve. As long as there’s sand at the riverbed, the excavated sand is money, and the cost isn’t high. I see that nobody here has thought of this point yet. As long as you do it, you won’t worry about those sand trucks not getting their sand from you. After all, it’s all about spending money, and who cares who gets it. Right beside this bridge, if you build a road accessible for vehicles, how simple is that..."

As he spoke, Chen Yingjun even moved himself, "Brother Fei, I’ve realized something! While others are scrambling to find a way to get rich, you’re literally standing on a gold mine, you just don’t earn the money. Tell me, how should I put this to you..."

Suddenly Yan Fei stopped walking and just stared at Chen Yingjun, who felt so uneasy that he couldn’t help but feel guilty, "Brother Fei, if you have something to say, just say it, we can’t resort to a fight..."

Yan Fei burst into laughter, "I’ve realized it, you’ve got nothing but money-making ideas in that head of yours! No wonder you became wealthy, it’s because you’re always figuring out how to make money!"

Chen Yingjun humbly smiled, "Of course. But these ideas, they’re not mine. That’s how it is where we’re from; villages fighting over sand fields can get really fierce. You’re undeveloped here now, but wait until later, you’ll realize, these things at the river bottom that you don’t value, once scooped up, are money..."

"You’re being quite modest!" Yan Fei felt the need to praise him, then broached his own request. "Right, looking at our countryside here, is there anything we can do to help those disaster-affected farmers earn some New Year’s money? I’m afraid the situation this year might not be good, and some families could struggle with the New Year!"

"You care about that?" Chen Yingjun was surprised.

"Now that I’ve made money myself, can’t I help the people in my hometown have a better life?" Yan Fei was displeased.

"No, no, hehe!" Chen Yingjun chuckled awkwardly. "Ways to make money in the countryside? That depends on whether there are any special local products here that other places don’t have?"

"Special local products?" Yan Fei wondered. "Wan City cattle?"

People are like this; some things are only valued when they become famous elsewhere. At home, what’s familiar is often unremarkable. School-educated kids know that the textbooks mention Wan City cattle, but the older farmers who have raised yellow cattle for generations don’t find them unusual or think of them as a special local product.

It’s like apple trees in certain areas; when it’s time to harvest, apples are cheaper than cabbage locally, and if they have the slightest blemish and can’t be stored or transported easily, they’re not even worth a dime. They’re left at the door for anyone to take for free.

Special local products sometimes mean that in the local area, they’re in abundance and aren’t worth much.

Would you consider the cabbages grown in your own field a special product? Definitely not.

During the New Year, Zhang Dawa from the town returned from the frontier Xin Province and said the cabbages there were a few bucks per catty. The people from Sancha River Township were red-eyed with envy, as in some villages where too much cabbage was grown, it was more than the chickens could eat.

So when Chen Yingjun casually asked about special local products, Yan Fei couldn’t immediately think of anything from Sancha River that could be traded for a big stack of colorful banknotes.

Chen Yingjun, hearing this answer, was speechless, and said helplessly, "Then raise cattle! Raise more cattle. You’re now a major cattle farmer, so find a way to market your beef across the country, the whole world even. Don’t be content with just your familiar place, you should have a long-term vision, Brother Fei!"

Yan Fei was speechless as well.

The local area was an agricultural region, but relying on crop farming wouldn’t make anyone wealthy.

"Just like I said, rent the entire piece of land. Aren’t your mushrooms pretty good? Not many places in the country are cultivating Agaricus bisporus, so develop mushroom cultivation, cattle farming, and those disgusting earthworms in your old greenhouse... ugh..." Chen Yingjun didn’t know if it was because of a childhood psychological trauma, but just the mention of things like slimy worms and leeches made his throat feel uncomfortable.

His problem was different than Chen Liqiang, who worked as a salesperson for the cattle ranch; Chen Liqiang isn’t afraid of one or two earthworms, but when there are too many, like in the greenhouse where sweeping aside cow manure reveals masses of wriggling earthworms underneath, that’s when he can’t stand it.